Reminiscing About My Neighbor


| September/October 1988



302 W. Highland Av. Plentywood, Montana, 59254

I' ve been reminiscing about a neighbor, rest his soul. When the neighbors came to shivaree them, he, rather than 'treat' had to be thrown into the creek.

Dad had got too tired of threshing so we (my brothers and I) took the run. Horn, I'll call him, remarked, 'I ain't gonna have no damn kids thresh for me!' Well, we threshed all around him. No one would come in for the one little job at his place. Maybe out of loyalty to us. So we wound up with his little job. My brother, Lloyd, would not penalize him either. When his Fordson wouldn't start any more he walked 2? miles with the coils and had Vernon put in new points. With no testing equipment one set the points by putting the coil in another model T.

Later he had a 12-20 T. C. He got along good with it. One of our 12-20's gave us fits. A bee got into the fuel line! You could blow it back and it would run good until it got back in. When I flushed the tank it was in the switch valve.

This good neighbor was heard to remark, 'They don't know how to run it!'

The rig we used was a 28-46 (?) WS and a 20-40 Case. Later a 20 HP Case steam and then a 45 Mogul on a 32' Rumely.