Sounds of the Farm

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 08
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1976
Type Text
Format application/pdf
Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
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Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-26
Date Modified 2005-02-26
ID 325605
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Title Sounds of the Farm
Description field, sounds of his opening the gate, of hanging up the lantern and pulling off his boots, - sounds of relief to those of us at home. Mustard weeds and tall sunflowers were pulled from the beautiful fields before the grain grew too high. We hoped the high winds and the heavy rains wouldn't flatten the stalks before harvest time. Almost before we knew it, and about school-starting time, we heard the sounds of Papa's tinkering with the grain binder, mending and replacing worn and broken parts. If I had a million dollars - I dreamed - the first thing I'd buy would be a brand new binder for Papa. His McCormick grain binder was so old! It was always breaking down, and he was un-able to get parts for repairing it. He stayed up half the night filing and shaping parts, making good use of baling wire and a pair of pliers. Then to the fields he went, there to make chopping sounds of the binder cutting the grain and leaving a short stubble for cattle to feed on for a while. Mysteriously, a duckbill (a finger-type contraption) tied the grain stalks into bundles with binding twine, and a sharp knife cut the twine as each bundle was thrown out. Usually the grain was shocked in the fields. Wheat bundles were heavy to handle; bundles of oats were lighter. Barley was difficult to work with because of the itchy beards. The grain bundles from the ground or from the shocks were hauled to the barnyard or corral, where they were stacked, awaiting threshing. There was a special way of stacking grain, making the stack pointed at the top and placing the tightest bundles around the outside. Then came the great day when the sounds of the threshing machine's approach could be heard for miles around, - the chuck-ing and the clanking, the squeaking and the rattling. First came the engine, pulling the long separator machine, which was usually painted red, with the water tank following closely behind. As the "entourage" neared our farm, the fireman pulled a cord which sounded a loud, shrill whistle, alerting everyone that it would be entering the yard directly. Perhaps blowing the whistle was the fireman's way of emphasizing his importance. When the threshing crew stopped work for the day my brother invariably cornered the fireman and asked hopefully, "Can I pull the whistle now?" The sound was great, and so was the honor connected with blowing it. -13-
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Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 8
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2021-05-06
ID 325571
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