SHOOTIN' THE BULL and KICKIN' THE BUCKET!


| March/April 1972



Minneapolis Company

Courtesy of Earlene Ritzman, 808 Wertzville Road, Enola, Pennsylvania 17025.

Earlene Ritzman

Box 254, Brewster, Kansas 67732.

In the Nov-Dec. issue of G.E.M. there is a picture of my Fair banks Morse Type 'T' engine sent in by Lyle Knerr of Chapel, Nebraska. These engines were sold under the trade name of Jack-of-all-Trades and were available from 2 HP to 12 HP. I do not know the first or last dates of manufacture. Mine was shipped from the factory on March 19, 1910 according to company records.

There is quite a story goes with this engine. It is sort of long-winded, but I'll tell the whole story.

The story starts in the hospital in Goodland, Kansas early in 1969. My mother-in-law had just undergone surgery and her outlook for the future was not too bright. Now, she has a sister and a brother-in-law, Russel, who I will refer to as Uncle Russel, living on Lake of the Ozarks near Osage Beach, Missouri. She decided that as soon as she was able she would like to spend a few weeks with her relatives there, so in April, my wife, Kay and I, drove her down in her car. She had bought a new Delta 88 Olds just before going into the hospital and had less than 100 miles on it. We left her there and returned home with the understanding that we would go back after her whenever she was ready to come home, but not before Uncle Russel and I had got to talking about old engines.

Along in May my mother-in-law decided she wanted to come home, so Kay and I, and oh yes, I forgot to mention Pete, our Cairn Terrier,--we now have seven; hopped into the Olds and took off. The car was broken in by then to where we could make a little better time, but it is still a big day's drive. We stayed overnight and the next morning Uncle Russel wanted to show me some of the lake and interesting points while the women folks did whatever women do in places of that nature. Anyway the women took our car and Russel and I took off in his.

We rambled around for quite a while and saw lots of interesting things. As we were nearing his place, Uncle Russel said, 'Oh yes, there is one other thing I want to show you.' We made a turn up over the crest of a hill and there about fifty yards down the hill set an old Jack-of-all-Trades engine. This kid lost no time getting out of the car and down that hill only to meet the sorriest disappointment imaginable.