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any one have any stories about going to the feed mill or hauling grain to the elevator?

every once in a while, dad would buy a can of pop, or soda depending on where youre from
and he would have him, my brother and i all share it, and he would always say, DONT TELL YOUR MOTHER
the mill dad did business sold master mix, then changed to nutrena, anither local mill sold swift, then big H

our truck didnt have a hoist, so sometimes we could stay in the truck when the grain elevator, had a lift to raise
the front of the truck!
i miss the days!
whats your story? thanks
 
I got to ride the lift once.

The other elevator had a lift that would lift a whole semi. That was something to see! Technically it’s still there we use the scale, but the lift control system all went away.

Paul
 
Days gone by there used to be a local elevator was more of a feed mill than anything . They used to sell welding supplies and torch/welding gas. They are still there as a welding supply though the mill portion has been gone for a long time now probably at least a couple decades.
The next town west had 2 elevaros mills then the one bought the other and the one is now gone except the office. It burned. With it on railroad property it never got rebuilt. I suppose since it has been sold again in the last few years it will go away also with the less feed business and less grain coming in there. In the last 3or 5 years they just go so you could dump a semi end dump in there. to little to late though. The milk cows are all but gone and the rest of the livestock business is mostly gone so can't be much feed business left to keep it going. The owner does raise hogs on the company plan so my get the use of feed sales there and sales of other products.
 
We had the small coop elevator next to my farm, a coop elevator 5 miles away in town along with a private elevator that liked to buy small grains more so than the rest, and a rye mill that bought rye. Oh also another coop elevator as a branch of a town south of here.

The small elevator next to me they put in a new feed mill, then they merged up bigger and the new coop figured they needed to upgrade the elevator to work with the feed mill. Otherwise I think it all would have been torn down and gone. But they built on a budget so the new elevator (which is 30 years old) was not very big or efficient, and is once again way outdated and slow.

The coop in town went under in the 1980s, they were doing some funny money stuff a few farmers got caught short in it, dad got all his checks to cash..

The rye mill caught on fire and is gone in the late 80s or 90s.

The private elevator got sold twice and ended up part of the branch coop from south of town.

So, I am left with 2 local markets, northern coop and southern coop. I guess I’m lucky to live on the seam Between them and have options.

Paul
 
Great memories. Dad always bought us a soda of our own. No warnings about mom though. Mine was Pokagon Cream Soda. Still the best (in my head) The elevator was in Westville Indiana "Gust's Mill". Always a skinny guy with a scoop and a 2 foot broom standing doing near nothing. Getting the test sample and checking the dockage (usually none my dad had a feel for moisture and our sp125 McCormick had a cylindrical mesh cleaner at the tank that filled a feed sack with weed seed and cracked kernels. Jim
Pokagon soda
 
Remember dad telling mom one morning that in the Co-op store was a Massey Harris sickle bar mower on display so he was going to go buy it. Gets to town and the manager said I just sold it a hour ago to your neighbor. But we have this Co-op mower over here that is a better mower. It was one with the rope around a drum you pulled on to raise the bar. Used that mower all while I was a kid at home. Was a good mower.
 
(quoted from post at 16:05:05 01/16/21) Great memories. Dad always bought us a soda of our own. No warnings about mom though. Mine was Pokagon Cream Soda. Still the best (in my head) The elevator was in Westville Indiana "Gust's Mill". Always a skinny guy with a scoop and a 2 foot broom standing doing near nothing. Getting the test sample and checking the dockage (usually none my dad had a feel for moisture and our sp125 McCormick had a cylindrical mesh cleaner at the tank that filled a feed sack with weed seed and cracked kernels. Jim
Pokagon soda
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y Dad owned the local elevator/mill & we played around it all my younger years & hunted rats with BB, pellet, & finally 22cal. BIG memories of it burning down....the number of rats escaping the fire. WOW! We had an old yellow dog & he would run them down, shake to break necks, & stack them like firewood, all evening long. Wish I had video.
 
My parents met while working at a feed mill - dad was in the mill and my mother was in the store. That was the 1940's. I worked in a mill in the early 70's after school, Saturdays and summers between college years. It was an older mill built in the 1920's so not really set up for modern machinery like fork lifts. Some farmers were still buying bagged feed at that time. Did a lot of lifting. I remember on senior weekend of high school being at a party until midnight, going in to work at 2:30 in the morning and myself and anther person carried 20 ton of bagged fertilizer, 80 lb bags into the ware house to get off the tractor trailer. No one could understand why by 8 o'clock that night I couldn't stay awake for any more partying. Also had a deal in the summer of 73 when there was a shortage of soybean meal so boss bought a box car of peanut meal, 55 ton of 100 lb bags. A bunch of us carried every bag off the car onto trucks, then at the mill carried every bag off the trucks and later someone bought 10 ton so you can guess what we did for those. No heat in the mill and all bagged feed was hand tied - can't do that with gloves. Despite all the hard labor I really did enjoy working there for $2.50 an hour. Now I'm tired out from typing this note. LOL
 
I worked at a feed mill right after High school graduation. It was a brand new mill situated on the site of the old mill that had burned down. Was heated (rare for a feed mill to be heated) used a 100 HP electric motor to drive the hammermill which could feed two mixers. Sold top brand feeds, like Ralston Purina and made our own brand of egg mash and hog feed called Farmstead. Sold Royster Guano fertilizer and we also owned a nice store in the middle of town which concentrated on garden equipment, seeds of all kinds, garden and farm seeds, corn, oats, wheat, alfalfa, clover. Bought seeds from farmers and also cleaned seeds for farmers. seeds purchased from farmers were cleaned and certified by state inspectors for resale. Mill had a rail siding on each end and it was common to have a boxcar filled with animal feeds (bran, brewers grains, soybean oil meal, and other stuff that you feed to cows, chickens, pigs, horses, turkeys, etc) parked on each end. It was always busy except maybe during a big blizzard but that lull would be made up for in succeeding days. We were also a distributor for Niagara Chemicals for the four-state area of Wisconsin, Minnesota, and North and South Dakota. So all of the Niagara Chemicals for those four states would come through us and in that day it was all contained in 55 gallon barrels. Used to park rail cars side by side on two side by side sidings to transfer products to new locations. Someone mentioned rats and mice. No such thing except for an occasional dead one. Company contracted with an exterminating company from Green Bay that was owned and operated by Tony Candadeo, a famous retired Green Bay Packers football player. He would drive up every few weeks in a big Cadillac Coupe De Ville and get his stuff out of the trunk. He used some kind of liquid that was as clear as water and placed it with a syringe into a ceramic coated Mason Jar lid protected by a metal shield to prevent it from being tipped over. Occasionally we would find a dead mouse that had made it no more than about 3 feet from the bait station. That was some powerful stuff. He was a great guy. Friendly as could be and appeared to be older than he actually was. Farmers from all around brought their grain and corn (usually on the cob) to be ground and mixed with supplements and then usually bagged back on their trucks, wagons, trailers, trunks of their cars, whatever. I remember Ford Model A pickups coming in and parking right beside a brand new Ford or Dodge two ton flatbed and then another guy coming in with a Nash upside down bathtub car and a little old lady who had a herd of 7 or 8 guernsey's coming in with another Model A pickup and then the BTO of that day showing up with a big truck with enough grain on it to fill both of our mixers. Great, great people. An old chicken farmer who carried his false teeth in the bib pocket of his overalls. Well, he only needed them for eating.
 
Well when i was a kid, we had to grind ear corn, the only place that could do that was Berlin North Dakota, usually a Saturday job,but also had to do it after school, hook the 110 bushels David Bradley wagon loaded the nite before, behind the H Farmall and drive it to Berlin about 8 miles away! No dump at the Grind Alley, had to shovel it up about waist high into a chain conveyor, that dropped it into the hammers. It made for hard work anyway you look at it! A couple years later, about [56-57] at the State fair i seen the first grinder mixer,i begged dad to buy one,but he felt he was to old, and as long as he free help with the kids. I don't miss it a bit.
 
I have run a mower like that attached to Dad's W-30 IHC tractor. No live PTO and the rope raising needed PTO power. Was better than a hand lever but still a bit awkward.
 
At $2.50 an hour you made about $5000 a year. When I was working at our feed mill there were only 3 salaried people in town who made that much money. The Superintendent of Schools, The Postmaster and the County Highway Commissioner. Each one made $5000 a year. All government employees.
 
My first job was at the local mill. Couldn't guess how many ton of bagged feed I mixed, stacked then loaded. We mixed and bagged our own fertilizer as well, so all winter we mixed and bagged that and stacked it in the warehouse. The first layer wasn't bad as that was just on pallets and wheeled in on a hand cart. But when that layer was done we had to throw another layer on top, of course pull it down later to load as well.

My dad would also buy us a soda at the mill sometimes. Cost a dime, but you got a nickel back for the bottle, so we had to drink it there so dad could get the nickel back. Still like grape soda be that was the only flavor not carbonated so much so I could drink it fast enough for dad. Good memories.
 
My uncle used to haul a wagon load of ear corn to the local mill to be ground for his hogs with his super c. He and the mill owner had a long bust each other's chops relationship. Uncle was a farmall man and mill owner john deere. Uncle had the wagon backed up to the mill and went to the office to pay the bill. There was a bit of an up grade from the mill to the road and mill owner asked if uncle's tractor would need help up to the road from his john deere. Uncle's said "my farmall won't have a bit of trouble pulling that wagon up to the road. You just watch". Out he goes and starts the super c puts it in third and eases out the clutch and it pulls down and stalls. He shifts down to second and the same thing happens. Now the owner and all the mill hands are Out watching. Uncle shifts down to first and again it lugs down and stalls. All the spectators are laughing now. Uncle gets off of the tractor and walks back to look and see what was wrong with the wagon. While he was in paying the bill the owner had the mill hands chain the wagon to the mill.
 
Not a story from the past, but from the present. If you do a Google search for Sunderland Co-op, you will find me listed among the board of directors. And much more about our community Co-op, it’s history, feed mill, grain elevator, fuel division, and three retail outlets.
 
I remember riding with Dad to the feed mill in the old "50 Chevy truck with a load of corn. The old truck didn't have a hoist so they would lift the front of the truck with the cradle winch. Dad would let us stay in the truck and ride it up. We thought we were at Adventureland.
 
We have lived across the street from our small town elevator for almost 40 years. My FIL and wife both worked there. We bought feed there, and I enjoyed stopping in for afternoon coffee and BS with the locals. One afternoon we heard a loud crash and the side of the quanset had blown out. That was the beginning of the end. The quanset was torn down, then the dryer and bins, and finally the woodhouse.
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Very hard to keep a small town elevator in business. We eventually purchased the adjacent property, feed building, and scale house when the elevator went out of business.
 
Their was a group of men dads age at that gathered at the elevator after chores every day in the winter time. One Saturday my brother & I got to go with dad to the elevator. Among the others that were there was our uncle & our cousin. Us 3 boy were under 10 years old. The dads put us 3 boys in the manager’s office and closed the door that we had never seen closed before. The men were all laughing about something. We never knew for sure what it was but strongly suspect a playboy type magazine. Meanwhile on the back side of the door was a calendar with a picture of a girl in a bikini. If you lifted the plastic cover the bikini came off and the girl was bare naked. Us 3 boys started to laugh. Then the manager attempted to came in to see what we were laughing about. But we had a chair pushed up to the door so we could reach the calendar. The manager asked what we were up to? Then he remembered the girly calendar. He said he forgot about the calendar. Us boys were terrified we were going to get into trouble but we didn’t. The men all had a great laugh. None of us ever told our mothers.
 
Hauled wheat in here as a kid. Had feed for my pigs ground here later. Was closed in the 80's when the owners skipped town. Sat for years till local BTO bought it. Railroad called in there "right of way" and made them tear in down. This couple weeks ago.
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I grew up in a dairy farm and those Holsteins love to eat grain. When it was time to grind feed, the local two-man elevator would rent out their IH grinder, provided that you bought the concentrate from them. The feed they sold was Cooper, a company from Humboldt, Nebraska. The elevator owner also gave out S&H Green Stamps as a bonus. You’d fill out the books for merchandise that we got from the green stamp store from Beatrice, Nebraska. I remember getting a baseball glove from that store and that allowed me to play baseball for the local city team in grade school. As others here have noted, during harvest the grain came off the truck with a cable hoist. If you were lucky, the engine wouldn’t be flooded when the front of the truck came back down.
 
The Buckeye Coop in Buckeye, Iowa had an IH dealership into the early 70's. Harvestore wanted them to build a new building to replace the late 40's model and the board said 'No.' They still have the old building and use it as a shop.
 
50 years ago i had a farm located near Kingston, Wisc. There was a feed mill there, also one in Dalton and another at Manchester, both nearby. We loaded the old pickup with ear corn and oats, drove in to the mill, they lifted the truck to empty it, mixed in oil meal and minerals, maybe a few other things. The feed was soon ground and put into burlap sacks. Kingston and Manchester usually used water power to grind, but had back-up electric. Kingston had a small bank, hardware store, a Ford dealership, a grocery, a tavern, a very nice buffet restaurant/ supper club. Dalton had an IH dealer, there was a Massey dealer not too far away, John Deere not too far also. Haven't been back that way in a long time, but everything is gone now, or almost everything. Got married at the little Methodist Church next to the millpond.
When we purchased our first farm about 50 miles away, the co-op would come out with a truck with a small elevator. They would load the corn out of the cribs, add some oats from the granary, take it into town, bring it back later in the day and unload it in the feed room where there was a shute that went down into the barn. We had entered the modern age, it was such an improvement. What a difference 50 years have made!!! A lot less work, but many good things are gone too.
 
I understand, our local elevator use to make good money, 300 to $500,000 a year, but he says now there's no money in marketing grain, its in Fertilzer and spraying services, so its actually hurting right now!!
 
In 1957, we hauled small trailerloads of corn to the Co-op in Milan, Mich. to grind for hog feed. I was 14. One trip my mother drove the '49 Chevy sedan, straight 6 with 3 on the tree, and with a trailer, to the feedmill. She did not want to drive up the slope into the mill so she had me behind the wheel. I had been driving manual transmission car and pickup since I was 11.
As I started to pull into the mill, the truck in front of us, that was leaving, stopped. When I hit the brakes, the brake pedal went to the floor and we rolled backwards. Behind us was a farmer with his '50 Chevy sedan and a trailer.
We rolled about 3 to 4 feet backwards and our trailer hit the grill of the poor guy behind us. OH! The damage! A small ding in his steel grill. (how much damage would occur today?)
Anyways, we pulled into the mill and ground our feed corn. Mom called dad from the office and he came to the mill with the 1955 Ford family stationwagon.
His plan: to get home, 10 miles away, mom (driving) and I, would lead in the 1955 while he followed in the '49 and trailer with no brakes. His thought was, if a problem occurred, he would hit his own car, the stationwagon, versus another car. GREAT!
Mom was gettin to big of a lead and dad was waving. When I told mom, she didn't slow down, she stopped!
Bad enough by itself, but she stopped in the middle of a narrow bridge. Not only half way between ends but dead in the middle side to side. OMG!!
I could see dad was now in a panic and I hollered at my mother, "MOVE THIS DAMN CAR!". She reacted immediately and got moving. Whew!
I don't remember it being real close but I also remember, she never said a word to me about it.
That was 64 years ago, but I remember it like it was yesterday, and I smile, with some tears. Hey, mom!
 
Use to ride with my Grandpa to the Peavey elevator in town. The manager would open a drawer in his desk and let us kids pick a candy bar. The night before it was torn down a few years ago, I went in and took the candy bar drawer home with me.
 
In the early 40"s we had an overhead grainery with a belt driven hammermill underneath.By the late 40"s we were driving the 47Chevrolet to 3 nearby mills to get grain ground and supplements mixed in . The truck box had high sides and extra endgate and we got about 40 bags as full as could be tied. In the late 50"s portable truck mounted mills were coming to the farms. In the 60's most mills were started storing and drying grain and delivering mixed feed to farms. I was on local coop board in the mid 70's as we considered building a much larger grain elevator. We visited the large new facility at Cottage Grove where the manager explained why they built out of town ,away from the RR ,because all the grain was being trucked. Fortunately we built next to the RR and in the 90's our coop manager (Manerd Rauk) convinced the board to build the largest rail terminal in S WI.
 
I remember lots of trips to the feed mill with a tractor & barge box wagon with ear corn to be shelled and feed mixed. Pretty easy in the summer, winter not so much. Most grain was hauled in barge box wagons, so the mill had a hoist that fastened to the front wheels of the wagon to unload. Of course the wagon had to be unhitched from the tractor first, then if the tongue dropped someone had to catch it while the wagon was lowered. Sometimes they forgot and the wagon was left standing on the tongue. No one ever got hurt but there was plenty of opportunity. The hoist was carried on steel I-beams lagged to the old wood beams in the mill. Local BTO of the day made a wagon from an old semi trailer to pull with his Oliver 99. Fully loaded with wheat, it pulled the I-beam down. That was the end of wheat hauling for a few days. Lots of socializing was done waiting in line to unload.
 
Our old elevator is in the news this week , local town just bought it. Is to be torn down and will be a park. It has been closed for many years. joe
 
yes the same thing. used to ride with dad to the elevator when i was small. he had a 52 gmc 1/2 ton. drive into the elevator and then the hoist would pick the front of the truck up to dump it. yes no hoists on truck.
 
Our local feed mill was about 5 miles away at Burnt Prairie. House and feed mill are still there. We had to kick the ear corn out of the 47 Ford pickup. Or a wagon. The mill was ran with a 4 cyl M.M motor. The guy that ran it was.coonie. He also came around and picked up your pigs or cattle. Had a 4x4 with a flat bed and carried a shute. Got a pop every time also.
 
Dave your bringing back some memories. Dad would hook the wagon to the mm z or oliver 77 and shovel on some ear corn and head to town to the local elevator. Don't remember if the feed was run into burlap sacks or run on the wagon and then shoveled off. Always enjoyed going to the elevator. He quit milking in 68. I was 9 yrs old. Those were the GOOD ole days. RB
 
When I was a kid in the 50s and early 60s dad would load down the KB1 pickup with oats and take them to the feed mill to sell. If I was not in school I would ride with him. They would tip the pickup up with the hoist and when they let it down the engine would be flooded. The drive leaving the feed mill was down hill so dad would coast down the slope and let the clutch out to get it going again rather than possibly wear down the 6 volt battery. Sometimes he would pull the Grain-O-Vator auger wagon behind the pickup and come home with a two ton load of ground feed in the Grain-O-vator. The ground feed blew off real easy and dad would never spend the money for a tarp so he would soak the top inch or two of feed with a hose the feed mill had handy to try to hold the feed. The wet feed on top did not hold very long so we were down to 10 MPH or slower to keep the feed from blowing off. During the hot summer days it was hot inside that dark green pickup and 10 MPH or slower did not create much air movement. Sometimes dad would buy a few bags of feed and lay the bags on top of the feed which helped a little bit but there never was enough bags to cover the whole load so usually it was back down to 10 MPH. The guys in the feed mill were always down home friendly and always had a smile. Dad never ever sprung for a bottle of pop for a treat. We would get a good drink from the mills garden hose before we headed home if we were thirsty. When I look back at those days life was so much more relaxed.

Today the feed mills around here can put out up to 3000 tons a day per mill in 27 or 30 ton batches. The truckers never see a human, the load type and designation is on a computer screen and can be streamed to the tablet in the cab of the truck. Feed is hauled up to 80 or 90 miles one way. Long gone are the small single axle feed trucks. The mill manager has a high pressure job and has to be a good organizer. i have seen a few small feed mills in northwest Iowa but almost all of them are closed up.
 
When I graduated from high school in 1960 I got a job from a local farmer driving a truck loaded with lima beans to the one and only elevator in the next town. For some reason it was called a Wear Hose. I would drive up to the bean thrasher, get my load of beans, and head to the elevator. I would weigh in, and would back in to the dump pit. The truck front was lifted by a fork lift, and the beans slid out. The first time I was there I forgot to weigh back out. The guy at the scales got in his car and chased me down to go back and weigh out. Stan
 
I worked at the local elevator as a 15 year old for $1 hr. Buddy and I had a lot of good times there together. Except for the time I forgot to flip all 4 switches in order and plugged everything from the pit to buckets to overhead cross auger to another leg. It took me 2 hours in the dust shoveling and bucketing the corn out of that hole- of course no mask back then. I was sick for 2 days. Yep, good times....
 
Good memories from all of the stories!

I raised fat hogs in the 70's. I had a homemade trailer that would hold exactly 2600 pounds of ground hog feed. I would leave the empty trailer in the mill parking lot right beside my house and come home from work that evening to find it lipping full of feed. Usually at least two loads each week. A load of feed back then cost around $150. That feed mill is closed now and torn down. After it closed, I drove about 20 miles one way to Pinckneyville, Illinois to get ground feed. Eventually they stopped their mill work at Pinckneyville and I think the building is now torn down there also. Next closest mill was in Nashville, Illinois, but they seemed to be a little testy about dealing with us little guys, so I didn't waste any time with them. Same story with a location in Anna/Jonesboro, Illinois. First impressions were not good, so I didn't fool with them either. Now I get what little feed I need delivered all the way from Biehle, Missouri. They are good friendly people who appreciate their customers.

The local mill beside our house would work around the clock in harvest time. The line of trucks and tractors/wagons waiting to unload would stretch for four blocks at times. Everyone asked how we could stand all of the noise, but we would sleep right through it. It was good noise.
 
I remember riding with to haul grain to the elevator we had one dump truck and two trucks without a hoist The trucks without hoists you would pull in the get on the truck hoist they’d lift you up a little then have you back up or pull ahead depending on the truck then you’d hop out and they’d lift the truck to dump it ytosha has since banned the use of the old truck hoists pretty much rendering a truck without a hoist useless
 
The local feed mill was a mile east on route 20, They had a candy machine I liked, don't remember having pop. They had a small building with an office on one side and I think they read the scale on the other. There was about a half dozen chairs in there full of old guys and a pot belly stove. They also had a little stock yard a 100 yards down the railroad siding that we hauled pigs to for a while.
When I was about thirteen or so I'd hook one of the Farmall Ms to a flare box wagon and shovel it full of corn and other odds and ends I think and pull out on route 20 bound for the mill hoping not to get run over by a semi.
The railroad through there was the Chicago Greatwestern, quite a few trains used to roll through there. There was a mile long tunnel over South West of Galena Ill. After the rail road shut down a buddy of mine and our wives parked my car on the road above that tunnel and walked down one side, through the tunnel and up the other side. A quite of hike, we did it in the winter, tunnel was probably full of rattlers in the summer.

The old feedmill burnt down but I think it was closed before it burnt.
 
When I was a kid I remember dad taking ear corn to the mill to have it shelled, they had a sheller that shot the corn cobs out the back through the pipe into a huge pile behind the mill. The mill is still in business.
 
Mom got very upset when she learned that - My dad left me sleeping alone in the truck while they lifted the front to unload it. I was five.
 
I can remember the feed mill in Dungannon...had a big V6 Detroit as the power source, surrounded by empty engine oil cans. Shoveled a lot of grain off the back of a pickup into the pit

Ben
 
When I was just out of high school I hauled soybeans into the elevator in town one fall with a MM UB tractor and a wood barge box wagon with two 12" sideboards on it. It was about 7 or so miles one way. That MM would move down the road pretty good. One day I came up behind another tractor (I think maybe a Farmall H) also pulling a flare box wagon full of soybeans. I recognized the guy as a long time family friend. (In fact, he and Dad were best man for each other's weddings.) I looked down the road and no one was coming. So I shoved the throttle ahead on that MM and blew by him like he was standing still! By the time he got to town I was already unloaded and ready to leave! He just laughed and said, "If I'd been driving my other tractor you never would have done that!"

I still have the MM.
 
Dad's first truck was a 1929 International 6 speed special (3 speed transmission and 2 speed rear axle) and I drove it when I was 11 years old hauling barley from a John Deere 12A combine. It was 3 miles to the elevator (Crocus, ND which doesn't exist any more) on a township gravel road. That elevator had a hoist that raised the front of the truck. The truck was already about 20 years old and worn out. The engine was hand cranked. After being raised on the elevator lift it wouldn't start with the crank (probably flooded) so the elevator man and I would push it out of the elevator and I'd jump in and throw it in gear on the incline, it would start and I'd be on the way home again! It would carry 3 dumps from the combine, 20 bushels each.
 
Mid '60's or so, I occasionaly got to haul barley to a country grain elevator during harvest.
Dad had rented some farm ground from some old guy, and he insisted on having barley raised.
The elevator was 15-20 miles away from the field. Dad dumped the last combine hopper in the truck
and told me to get going before the elevator closed.
It was getting a bit dark as I approaced the elevator, and I was amazed to see some light over the scale/pit.
This was a REAL country elevator, no electricity! The leg was powered by an IHC motor like out of an A or B tractor
with a rope drive for the leg. As there was no electricity, I was supprised to the the light.
He had run some wire from the battery for the motor to the scale house and set a 6 volt head lamp on a shelf
so it shined on the scale balance. He had another head lamp behind the leg where there was a hopper scale that they used
when they shipped grain. I believe that elevator is still there, but they did replace the gas motor with
an electric one, however, the railroad tracks are gone, and I think a local farmer owns it now.
 
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