Old Time Photographs

We drove to Enderlin last week for the express purpose of viewing old pictures in their museum. A high school classmate and friend Susan Schlecht has been involved with that community’s effort in preserving items from the past and I knew she’d be helpful. As it turned out Myrene Peterson was on duty that day, but she called Susan who soon arrived and the four of us spent some enjoyable time together.

I wanted to see old pictures of my hometown of Sheldon that have been preserved and presented to the museum by a Sheldonite Tom Spiekermeier. Fortunately, he has devoted personal time and money to projects like this which benefit the history lovers among us. 

Above my desk I’ve hung a copy of one of the pictures he’s reproduced: a threshing crew and a threshing machine pulled by a steam tractor crossing a ford on the Sheyenne River south of Anselm. I always marvel at the quality of old-time photography and the sharp quality of its images. This one is no exception. The brand name of the steamer shows clearly to be a Buffalo-Pitts and is hitched to a Nichols and Shepard thresh machine. Behind stands a bundle wagon, and in the water on either side of the steamer is a horse and buggy and a water wagon. At least thirteen men appear in the scene. Another hazy form might be hidden in the smoke and steam from the engine.

The picture was taken in 1901 or some short years after. How would I know that? An article appeared in the Sheldon Enterprise newspaper of that year stated this information: “ July 19, 1901 - Fred Wall and brother Alfred have bought a fine new threshing outfit and will make the straw fly this fall.”

Another dated August 30, 1901 stated, “Last Friday was a damp day and made threshing a slow process, yet Fred Wall seems to have gotten there with both feet. He threshed on that day 2121 bushels of wheat, 90 bushels of oats, and 32 bushels of barley. The total time in the field was 11 hours and five moves were made during the day. The separator was a 40-60 Nichols and Shepard and a Pitts 22 H. P. engine.”

Sheep Shearing

On Memorial Day weekend we made our way westward on I-94 headed to Medora. Near Richardton a pickup pulling a flatbed trailer loaded with several filled wool sacks passed us. It had been a long time since I’d seen any filled bags and it brought back memories. Dad often kept a flock of sheep, fifty or so, and in the springtime he’d hire a shearer to clip their wool. We’d pen them the night before because Dad said if they were warm more of their lanolin would flow into the wool fibers making each fleece a bit heavier to sell by the pound. Of course, this meant mothers became separated from lambs which in turn caused a constant chorus of bleating sheep all night long. 
After the shearer set up his machine and signaled for the first ewe to be brought to him, the noise of his clattering shears added to the scene. Some of the shearers made their work look easy, but when I saw the sweat running from their faces, I knew they were working hard as they peeled the wool away like a robe. There’s where my job started. While Dad dragged another victim to the shearer, I’d reach down to scoop the fleece in my arms and wrap and tie it with paper twine and bind it into a manageable bundle. Now those eight-foot long burlap sacks found use.
Dad had pounded together a scaffold from which those long sacks were hung suspended. Each fleece was tossed into the opening at the top, but that wasn’t all, since I’d then get in there and tamp the wool down solidly. I’ll always remember how soaked with lanolin my shoes and jeans had become by the end of the day. It was a good leather preservative. 
It’s been a long time since I’ve done any work around sheep. We always liked those flocks of sheep that would furnish income twice each year: a wool crop and a lamb crop. And even now I see those lambs in the spring “cavorting” in the barnyard, playing, leaping, running with the joy of living.

Pictures are hard to come by, but we found one of Mary's grand-uncle packing wool

Memory of a Grain Elevator

I saw this picture of a grain elevator posted on a Facebook group page - North Dakota History of Cities, Towns, and Places.    It sits on the Runck farm south of Casselton and we'd pass it every time we went to Fargo.  When I was very young - 6 or 7 - I remember seeing it loaded up and rolling out of Sheldon.  That would've been about 70 years ago.

Picture by Edel Johnson

Butzen Melons

“Butzen Melons”  While attending the annual Germans from Russia convention last summer in Pierre, SD, my wife Mary attended one seminar dealing with heirloom seeds where the presenter promoted the preservation of genetic diversity for future generations.  She bought a small packet of cantaloupe seeds from him called “Butzen Melons.”  They came from Russia with one of the waves of immigrants and have not been genetically altered since.  They’re growing in a large pot on our patio but need thinning.  Son Brandon will take some to transplant in his garden.  

It brought to mind a memory from my childhood.  In my grandparent’s garage the exposed rafters held dozens of large nails on which I remember some cobs of corn were harpooned.  It took many years before I realized why they were there.  They were Grandpa’s corn driers, and after shelling, the kernels would be planted for another crop.

The words of the workshop presenter in Pierre started echoing when he said Monsanto has gained access to the seed bank where these seeds and others have been preserved.  He posited that who knows what will happen to the purity of the strain now.

The Sunday New York Times published an article which deals with just such a theme: “Save Our Food. Free the Seed.”  Its author states that four giant companies control more than 60% of all the world’s seed sales.  One chart illustrates a large number of private seed companies that existed just recently but by last year had all been purchased by Monsanto.  In return Monsanto was in turn acquired by the German conglomerate Bayer making it the world’s largest agrochemical and seed company.  Three other major players are Corteva, ChemChina, and BASF.  Altogether they control most of the seed business in the world.

The author of the Times article, a chef, lamented the loss of biodiversity of vegetables, grains, and fruits and how flavors have suffered.  For instance a carrot raised in Oregon isn’t any different from one raised in Florida.  To complicate the whole affair “utility patents” are allowed and the large companies can claim exclusivity of seed varieties.  Furthermore, these huge companies control the chemical industry and therefore can develop chemicals that work with “their” seeds.

A movement toward organic food offers options for today.  “The food culture is experiencing a tectonic shift as the rebellious stakeholders of our modern food movement — farmers, independent retailers, nutritionists, educators, chefs and ever-more-informed eaters — upend the marketplace.”  Somehow I think there should be room for that concept to flourish beside the giant seed companies.

Our 45th Wedding Anniversary

I married this Beauty 45 years ago - June 8, 1974. It's still good!!!  The wedding was at a church called St. Gertrude's which is south of Raleigh ND.  It was a nice day and we enjoyed the "redeye" that Mary's dad concocted.  It packed a wallop that many of the people from my hometown had never sampled before.  It loosened them up.