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I spent most of yesterday cutting some good salvageable heavy angle iron off of the frame of an old 20 ft Towner offset disc for carrying the remnants of the old disc to the scrap yard.   (not the big Towner 8 ft that I got back to going a couple of years ago-----its a keep sake)

This old disc was  manufactured in the late 1940's------------no wheel carriage and mechanical scissor action for placing in and out of angle.  My dad used to pull it behind the TD-14 and/or D7 CAT.  (Towner was manufactured in California)

Point is:    I could not help from admiring all of the really good welding on this old disc-----------heavy iron and heavy welding.  All done by some old timers with stick machines.  Most likely an old guy who learned his trade during WWII--------------then made his living burning rod all day and then catching a couple of "cold-uns" to wash the smoke out of his eyes come quitting time.

You can really tell a good weld when scarfing off an old weld with the torch---------I appreciate that type of workmanship.


Funny-----------but with these old eyes, the tip of the torch is not always where you think it is nowadays!!!!:huh:;)    (seems like cutting and welding by the Braille method doesn't work that well)



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8 hours ago, Delta Dirt said:

the tip of the torch is not always where you think it is nowadays!

For the past 3--4 years my welding prowess was diminishing , I blamed it on the welders,,, I blamed it on the sticks,, i blamed it on the wind,,,

the wire , Dirty mig tips ,    Finally got a magnifying lens for my helmet ,  Holy Moly never knew I could weld so pretty !

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1 hour ago, Kevingweq said:

For the past 3--4 years my welding prowess was diminishing , I blamed it on the welders,,, I blamed it on the sticks,, i blamed it on the wind,,,

the wire , Dirty mig tips ,    Finally got a magnifying lens for my helmet ,  Holy Moly never knew I could weld so pretty !

Yea!, but what about when the cheater lens doesn't help????

Delta, I know what you mean about those welds! Well put in "with pride"!

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You mean losing welding ability isn't just my problem?????? I do use a tall lens (about 6"X6") and I can use my bifocal area that way. That helped a bunch.

A few pictures from Facebook, mostly IHC. A "C Model" IH Semi Truck and trailer hauling some logs.


There is a C Model pickup and three or four big IH "K Model" logging trucks crossing a log bridge. I think if I were one of the drivers, I'd have waited for each one of them to cross, and not all be on the "bridge" at the same time.


Here's a new IH logging truck (compared to the old ones?) hauling a pretty sizable "stick." An IH L-180 of ca 1950 or 1951.


This is a photo of an IHC Friction Drive tractor at the factory pulling a string of big IHC portable engines.


This photo isn't from Facebook. This big Mogul was threshing near Lewistown, Montana. That would make it an IH Tractor on a Montana Farm! And I can't tell if the gentleman standing at the front wheel is relieving himself or just listening to the purr of the engine? Gary:o



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I note a long hood on the 'C' model log truck--------wonder what the big engine would have been back then??


That is a TEXAS size log on the last log truck picture.  Am wondering if that truck is not a "180" series????  Didn't the "190---200" series have a different body/front cap style??



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On closer inspection-------the steering wheel and driver are situated on the right side of the truck---------must be from Australia???

Wonder when chainsaws first came on the scene.  Those cross cut saws would whip you in shape in a hurry.

Funny-------but I don't remember chainsaws before about 1960---------'course we liked to do things the hard way down this way.



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Anson, I took the information from Facebook about that L model IH truck hauling that stick. I went and changed it to a L-180. I believe you're correct about the larger ones being more like this one of Scotty Zion's when he was moving this house I grew up in. I don't remember the model numbers.


Yesterday I was on my way to Silver Creek to get the 1925 Model TT out of the shed and its winter berth. I stopped at a junk shop. I looked over and saw this guy. He was two years ahead of me at Moore (Eddies Corner) High School. We ran around a lot. I'd only seen him once, for about 10 minutes years ago at Whitefish, in the past 59 years. He looked at me and looked away. I stared at him and when he looked back I said, "John Beckman!" We talked for about an hour. He lives at Lincoln, Montana, former home of the Unabomber, and last year earning the title of "Shake and Bake Capitol" of Montana. That was after that earthquake Sharon and I rode out, at Mike's house, and of course the unrelenting forest fires around Lincoln. Not a bad photo for my TracFone dumb phone!


When I arrived at Silver Creek, my first job was to get two IH Tractors on a Montana Farm started and out of the shed. Every year, the high school kids of Helena have an annual Vigilante Parade. It's next Friday. Jacob and a friend want to decorate the 1925 Model TT Truck and have it in the parade. So, Granddad took on the task of getting the Model TT into the shop. IH Farmall H, Annie; and IH Farmall M, Toot parked outside the shed.


This left enough room I could start and drive the Model TT out of its winter berth, to put it in the shop.


Of course, you can't just drive it from the shed end of the building to the shop end of the building. You HAVE to take it for a drive. I drove up to the highway to pick Heather up from her school bus. There was room for her,  her viola and me on those narrow seats.


Then I backed the Model TT into the shop.


I had my great granddog outside with me. Kaiser Jäger loved being able to run and play with his football.


When Mike arrived home from work he would throw the ball for Kaiser. He loves that. He's like a bullet chasing it. He's sure grown up in the past year. No more jumping and now he tries to give a big (French?) kiss with his 6" tongue.


I'm heading out later to start on getting these two chunks of iron ready to come out of the shed, pretty soon. I have to cut hand hole gaskets, and put all plugs, etc. back in for the season. It gets harder for me to do each year, but I still like doing it.


When I got home, Sharon had been with her 'girl friends' playing Canasta that afternoon. I got her to hold the flowers a dear cousin sent us for our 55th anniversary last week. They have really blossomed and she wanted to be able to send a photo of them to our cousin.  Gary;)






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Professor------you have shown the house moving picture before;  but I have forgotten the story behind it.  Very impressive-------so, what is the rest of the story????


Long story--------approx 20 yrs ago, there was a big frame Civil War era house located on an old family farm south of Glen Alan, Ms that was bought to be moved to a new site up on Lake Washington.  It had been moved eastward at least twice before by rolling it on logs to save it from changing courses of the Mississippi River.

I had appraised the house as part of the farm a couple of times---------and was working on a farm further south when I saw the house moving crew at work.  Knowing the history of the old house------i stopped by and got to visiting with the house mover.  They had cut the house into two sections-------and would put it back together when on its new site.

In the course of the conversation-------the mover asked me if I knew of anyone close by with a front end bucket on a backhoe.  He needed one for just a few hours to move some of the brick foundation pillars out of the way.  I told him to hop in my truck-------and I would take him over to the neighbors and introduce him------felt sure they would help him out.

Got over to the neighbors--------and only the older mother was home (sons were out of town for the day).  The mother explained that the boys would be more than happy to help him tomorrow morning (they all had been watching the work on the old house)----------but, she was curious as to "how in the world" will you ever get the two halves of that big old house back together again?????

Punch line:   the house mover looked over at me sorta grinning and said------I won't really worry about getting it real close Mrs. XXXX.  Usually somebody will come along and tell me how to finish connecting it back together!!!!!:P

This old boy really knew his trade-------did an excellent job in relocating the house.  The new owner remodeled and really dressed the old house up with a scenic view overlooking the Lake.  Sadly------several years later, the house burned to the ground apparently from some faulty wiring.



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Anson, I'm all over the board with your answer of moving "Grandma Yaeger's house." You asked what time it was, so I chose to build you a clock! Sorry.:o

Interestingly, when I was maintenance chief at Whitefish Schools for 20+ years, next door to my office was the Whitefish High School Art Room. The instructor was a friend, named "Ron Kuchenbrod." He's the one who told me what "Küchenbrod" meant. In German, it meant "Cooking Bread" or "Baker." That turned on a light, like the old Ford commercial about the better idea. Grandpa Jäger had been a küchenbrod in the French Army during the Franco-Prussian War or the War of 1870 that ran into 1871. Grandpa was from Roeschwoog, Alsace. Alsace (and Lorraine) was French before the war. It was German after the war. Although that strip of land was the buffer between France and Germany, it "switched loyalty." (Germany lost it in the Armistice of WWI. Hitler took it back in WWII and it went back to France after WWII. The steel mines of Alsace were important to supply modern warfare.) Because Grandpa, and his brother August, and sister Mary didn't trust the Kaiser, they emigrated to America in 1872. This is Grandpa Yaeger in the first picture, and his brother August in the back of the next picture. Sister Mary is sitting with her husband John Arth, and their children pose, at their home in Missouri.


After a brief time of working in New York City, the three of them bound westward to the state of Missouri. Grandpa was working as a bricklayer in St. Joseph, when he'd noticed a poster similar to this one. It was TC Power searching for crews for his steamboat packet between St. Louis, Missouri and Fort Benton (the world's innermost port), Montana Territory.



Grandpa hired on at St. Joseph, Missouri with the TC Power Packet as a baker (küchenbrod) and a hunter (Jäger). He baked bread for the crew and passengers in the early mornings.


At a later "wooding landing" they'd unload him, his horse, and .22 single shot rifle. He'd drop wild game (deer, etc.), dress it and haul it to the next wooding landing, where they'd load onto the steamboat. He worked the steamboats from 1874 through 1876. 


In the fall of 1876, last trip up, he decided to stay at Fort Benton. TC Power hired him to herd mules. He also hunted coyotes for their pelts. In the spring of 1877, he became a freighter; Mule Skinner, Bull Whacker, and Teamster (horses) for Power.


Fort Benton, the world's innermost port.


I always try to picture Grandpa Jäger in this photo of jerkline mule freighting in Helena, which is now the town where I live.


TC Power's trails went all over Montana Territory, especially to the gold camps of Helena and Virginia City. But there were other camps too. The Whoop Up Trail into Canada (Ralph's country) where they hauled supplies to the Canadian Mounted Police. And another area of supply was a growing rural area in the center of Montana. The Judith Basin. There was the original "town" of Reed's Fort.


There was a store several miles away on Lower Spring Creek called Reed & Bowles Trading post.


I'd imagine the Reed & Bowles' most famous customer ever would have been Chief Joseph and his band of Nez Perce racing across Montana Territory from the Big Hole Battlefield. He had his band, including women, children. They traded for goods then took off to the north. After crossing the Missouri River and heading north toward Canada, they stopped, thinking they'd arrived. Col. Miles' company knew otherwise. That's when Chief Joseph made his statement, "From where the sun now stands, I will fight no more, forever." 


As Reeds Fort was waning, a newer settlement started on Spring Creek, a short ways away, called Lewistown. It started on Francis Janeaux's property on the creek. He established a trading post. TC Power also supplied goods to Janeaux's trading post. The more reasons for freighters from Fort Benton to head into central Montana Territory. Power eventually bought that trading post from Janeaux, as shows in the drawing below.



Grandpa Jäger must have seen something he liked there in that vast area? He quit TC Power in the spring of 1881 and travelled to Beaver Creek with a wagon and span of horses in May. September 27th, 1881, he rode horseback to Helena to file homestead on his new home parcel.


He built a cabin shown in this later (ca 1900) photo of his place. Notice just to the right of his new 1900 house is a built onto cabin. My dad was their last of 16 children born in that cabin in March of 1899. His first barn and buildings are to the right of that. Grandpa's first post office was Reeds Fort.


In the fall of 1883, his friend John Tresch, up Beaver Creek, had a guest at his house. Mrs. Marie Tresch invited Frank up for Sunday dinner. Marie was from Andermatt, Switzerland. She had a cousin from Andermatt there to live. They had dinner and some of John's homemade chokecherry wine. Marie suggested her cousin Rosalie would make a good wife! Grandpa must have given it some good thought?


On June 24th, 1884, they were married!


They added to their homestead quite regularly, mostly from single neighbors giving up and moving on. They were able to purchase more land. This is a picture of the house they built in 1900 and added onto, as their family grew.


These are all but two of the Yaeger children lined up on the front porch ca 1910. My dad, Joe, was the second from the left in the back row. One oldest sister was married and gone to Washington State. The last child was born about this time. Dad always said they were the workforce.



This is a later photo of the place from the county road. This photo is at least from 1918, as Grandpa's second Aultman & Taylor tractor is parked by a building in this photo. Grandpa Yaeger died in 1920. The house above burned in 1926. It started inside the walls around the kitchen stove. They were able to save just about everything inside, from what I was told. Even the culprit kitchen stove, the player piano, the furniture including the huge, huge table they ate at. I remember seeing 22 people seated at that table one New Years Day! They stored their things in a neighbor's barn, owned by one of their older daughters and her husband. In the spring of 1927, her sons built her a new house.



When the house was finished it looked something like this. I believe this is a 1950 photo. That's me behind the 1947 Studebaker. And my brother's Hiawatha motor scooter at the right. Dad made the gate and I grew up in this house.


July 4th 1938, there was a big family reunion at Grandma's home, as they knew she was not going to last long, due to diabetes. Grandma died a couple weeks later of Sepsis. Her oldest living daughter Bertha at left, her granddaughter Anna right and Anna's son Ernest posed for this last living photo.


This was almost all of Grandma's family "home" for her funeral.


This was the photo of Grandma's 15 living children. Her oldest passed away several years before.


After Grandma died, Mom and Dad eventually moved into this house. Mom had been Grandma's (4:AM) morning cook and knew the house well. So my brother and I grew up in this house. This is about 1952, as it has Dad's 1951 Stude Commander here in winter.


Mom and dad on the front porch after he bagan closing it in. Ca 1953?


This photo of the homestead and "Grandma's House" was taken about the same time as the photo above.


After Mom and Dad passed away, We had a new house where the log shop was, ahead of the TD-40 hitched to the "carry all" or "can." So I rented the big house to a "gentleman" and his family. Dad replaced the coal furnace with an oil furnace while they were still there. Dad was not needing to go haul coal from Roundup Montana, a 100+ mile trip in his old K-5 International Truck. The "gentleman" who had the place rented was gone, after we'd returned from a short trip one weekend. Upon examination, he'd let the place freeze up, and that house was full of huge old cast iron radiators. They were all split. I finally caught up with this "gentleman" and he said he ran out of oil and money at the same time. (I chose to end this trailing on story right here.) So I could rent it again, my cousin came and installed electric baseboard heat throughout the house. So, I rented it again. This great couple and children were great Christian people and he was a teacher and football coach at Fergus High School, where our kids went. One day, he said he'd love to buy that house, but he didn't want it where it was. There was some pasture near the county road that I could subdivide. We struck a deal. He bought the house, and had Scotty Zion's house moving company at Great Falls (Tubacase47's back yard) move the house. After it was lifted and slid on "big sticks" out into the yard, they loaded the front onto his big International truck. Sharon's dad is with our daughter and little friend, as they were ready to take off with the house, about 3/4 mile to its new spot.


Scotty Zion was concerned about the short steep hill he had to pull the house up with that tired old truck of his. He said the house was right at 90 tons. I took ol' "Corn Binder," my 4568 IH Tractor on a Montana Farm and ran it back across the bridge built of 8 foot steam engine and gas engine driver wheels. It's a good thing I did. He about lost the house on soft ground, with the trucks under the house. I hooked on with an 1-1/2" nylon rope. Scotty was extremely concerned about using that rope. We burned a hole in one of the beams, used clevis' to fasten to the beam and hitched it to the 4568. When we started up the big hill, I was pulling the house right along, so he pushed in on the clutch of the truck. I just kept pulling it up the hill. Scotty said afterward, "I'm gonna get me one of those nylon ropes!"


This photo has been all over the internet. Especially Facebook!


After we got the house down into the pasture, where it'd set someone took this photo.


I had the TD-18A and dozer (IH Tractor on a Montana Farm) there to "ramp" the crawl space that would now be below the house, instead of the basement we had.


After it was all settled in, I found this photo of it after we'd moved to Whitefish, Montana in 1981. Incidentally, speaking of fires, notice they put in a wood stove and a brick chimney at the right. Somehow, between the plaster wall and the outside chimney, it caught fire. Thankfully they and neighbors got the fire out, so it still stands, the last I knew.


Now Anson, after building you a clock, I don't know what time it is? Well, yes I do. It's "nap time," and now you know more about me than I do. Gary;)




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From the "clock report"----

quote:  "I'd imagine Reed and Bowles most famous customer ever would have been Chief Joseph......"

The Professor knows his stuff alright.  I heard them mention Chief Joseph on Gunsmoke a couple of nights ago.

Thanks to the Professor------- I knew who the Chief was.

I enjoyed Gunsmoke years ago-------and now the older I get, the more I seem to enjoy it all over again.  Quite the contrast vs most of the other seemingly garbage broadcasts from the current shows.



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I don't know one thing. But Mike had the 1925 Model TT in the 96th Annual Helena Vigilante parade today. The school kids put it on. It's the longest parade I've ever participated in. Grandson Jacob and a friend of his "decorated" it. Granddad helped out with dangling items from his supply.



Pam taking a picture of her son and his friend, in the back of the Model TT where they rode.


There was one tractor in the parade and it was an IH Farmall 450. It looked like it had hard use on a Montana Farm.


Not long after the parade got underway, there was Grandma Sharon waving at us, near a downtown post office. She's always been my cheerleader!


I don't know how many thousands of people saw the parade, but the traffic was still "constipated" at 3: PM.







Just to prove I was involved today (and Yesterday, and the day before) I had to take a selfie! Gary;)




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I like the idea of the vigilante parade Professor.

Might be just what a vast part of the country needs today???  Our little cities and towns here in the Mississippi Delta would probably need at least a two day vigilante parade to get the streets in equal order to your situation in Helena.

Keep up the tradition------looks like it's working.



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I don't know one thing, but thought I'd remembered having a thread on Red Power, so I went looking for it. I found it on page three. 

Yesterday at Silver Creek, I finally got Mike's Farmall M, "Toot" running after some battery problems. I pulled the Van Brunt grain drill through flood waters on Silver Creek, over to the grain patch for seeding soon. Last year we had problems with drought. This year, we're blessed with plenty of "moisture" at this point. (Helena is really having problems with flooding in the valley.) But I'm not complaining about Moisture! I learned that on the farm as a boy. 


Then, Roger can empathize.... I spent the rest of the day cutting out gaskets and installing hand holes in both steam engines. That is one of two days I strongly dislike about steaming. The other day is putting them away, draining, washing out and drying. But if you want to have fun, you've got to pay to play. I have to play at a retirement home today and at another retirement home tomorrow. I split a thumb yesterday, that is usually split all winter. At least it is just the "air button" thumb on an accordion.


 A few things from Facebook. IH truck engineers designing the new 1957 pickups.


A TD-9 International TracTracTor skidding logs in the woods somewhere.


And last, but not least, is this photo of an early IHC AutoBuggy. They wouldn't be near as good for hauling watermelons, Anson. Such limited space. Gary;)


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Watching the news on the volcano in Hawaii.  Concern now is that the hot lava flow might reach the depths of the underground water source and cause a massive steam explosion.  

I immediately thought of Gary and his steam engineering skills.

Looks like a golden opportunity to have the steam supply to blow the world's largest Steam Whistle.  


Just wondering what size whistle the Professor would recommend--------and if he would mount it for us??:oB)

In all seriousness------the situation with the volcano looks that it could turn catastrophic at any time.  (remembering the 1600 expansion factor of steam)

Best of luck to Hawaii-----dangerous situation.



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I found my mess on page three again. I'm not real dependable these days, I guess? I really don't know a darn thing.

We got Mike's Farmall M, Toot, out of the shed today to seed oats for steam threshing this fall again.


This was the high sign selfie to start seeding oats.


Starting out the second round. It was damp and wet in one spot, but no spinning tractor tires. Better than the drought we had off the bat last year.


I had to take a picture of Mike and his equipment when we finished seeding.


I took this photo of Silver Creek running over the lane to the farm ground.


Mike is vacuuming the seed out of the drill boxes at the shed afterward.


I took this photo of Silver Creek out of its banks after we finished seeding. The black strip is the oat patch. Anyway, "it's too late to seed."


This photo from last August shows what we enjoy doing, and plan to do again next August. Gary;) 

PS: Toot is an IH Tractor on a Montana Farm! I get to drive it too.






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Looks as if the hot lava from the big volcano in Hawai is finding the underground water source and beginning to belch the 1600 times expansion factor of steam out the top.

Thanks to this thread------I even better understand the volcano (and the steam engine).  Never had really understood why the volcano moved from it's primary stage of flowing lava to the massive explosion stage until I learned about the massive expansion factor of Gary's steam.

Sure wuz hoping the Professor was gonna set us a steam whistle on top before it got out of hand!!!!!B):rolleyes:

I also heard one of the commentators state that the volcano was belching Blue Smoke.  Seems like we have discussed that subject several times before (but in different context).



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Anson, I'm glad that in these past few years, I could teach something that rings a bell for you! I's sorry I didn't fly to Hawaii and put a "whustle" on Kilauea Volcano before she blew. I'm not sure how you knew I took these two photos out of the Silver Creek shed today.



This is a picture of Wendell Kelch's IHC 30-60 Titan that will be going to Wauseon, Ohio to the National Thresher's Association show.


And this is Wendell Kelch's IHC 30-60 Mogul, that's also going to NTA.


This is a facebook photo of a couple of guys working on a McCormick-Deering 22-36.


This is an old McCormick-Deering parts department from the 1940's.


And last, but not least, are a couple of " '60" Series International tractor engines going through some kind of test. Gary;)




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A Fairbanks Morse Tractor.


An IHC Tractor.


I was wondering if Roger or anyone else could identify this tractor for me? Anson, you can do it as well. You're into "aged iron."


Maybe Roger can identify this tractor as well? There was speculation it might be an IHC Titan. I hope they have enough help putting that belt on?? Gary;)


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