(or How My Brother Became Owner of a Model T Ford)

| May/June 1985

11215 Oakland Drive Kalamazoo, MI 49002

At this time I was a youngster of 7 or 8 years old and walking a mile to school, and living on a farm with my mother and step dad.

In those days farmers got together and exchanged work, and kept a book of what work they owed and also what work was owed to them. When a farmer did have to hire outside help the going rate was a $1.00 per day, plus 3 meals a day, starting at sun up, finishing at sundown, give or take and hour or two.

Well, the fond recollections of a youngster on the farm was harvest time (threshing time), especially if he were young enough to not get too involved with the labor end of it.

The farmers in the neighborhood had gone together years before and purchased a small thresher, which was powered by a Fordson Tractor that belonged to one of the farmers. It was very small, handfed by a man who stood on the front of the machine and cut the bands on the bundles which we always had stored in the mows of the barn. There was a straw carrier on the rear, so about 4 men were required to build the straw-stack, and also 2 or 3 men to carry grain from the barn to the granary.

Well, it was getting about the time of year for this rig to come to our farm. Now my own father had passed away when I was less than 3 years old. Mother could not afford to keep the family of 4 children together, so an uncle had taken two of my brothers to raise and a sister had gone with an aunt and I being the youngest stayed with my mother.