Archive for the ‘Old Things’ Category

Citroen 2CV Rat Rod

Saturday, February 16th, 2008

Now this. Is. Cool.


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Not what you’d expect in a rat rod at all, but what would kinda naturally flow from what began as a front-drive rattletrap of a car. The Citroen 2CV is pretty rare here in the US, but they’re common as houseflies in Europe, so it makes sense that people mod them into every conceivable form, as evidenced by this video. There are some who go so far as to convert them to four-wheel-drive.


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Since the car is front drive, there is no need to do much of anything with the rear wheels, so the builder took the opportunity to emphasize the rear swingarm. While I’ve never seen a 2CV’s rear swingarm, I can only guess that this is an exaggeration of the original; or maybe that’s just its normal size. From what I’ve seen in photos on the net, both the front & rear suspension consists of swingarms attached to torque tubes, utilizing a funky horizontal spring and shock absorber setup for each corner, similar to a VW’s rear end.


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I just love how the rear wheels look like self-contained pods that trail along behind the car. The way they’re built, you’d better hope you never get a flat tire on the road; I sure don’t see any way to get them off.


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The interior is pretty bare. The Carscoop article I got the photos from mentioned that it’s a work in progress. They didn’t have much info on it, and I’ve been able to find nothing more on it through Google.


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With some of the other cars that have been built from 2CV’s, I’ve been somewhat inspired to take one on as a project to see what I could come up with. There’s even one in a junkyard near here, listed as a “project car”. Looks like something for Jalopnik’s Project Car Hell; I’m sure it would be just that.

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Metropolitan Minnesota

Sunday, January 20th, 2008

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Here’s a funny photo I found on eBay… It was on an auction for a 1959 Nash Metropolitan, in Minnesota. Dairy country, no doubt!

I’ve been looking half-heartedly for a project car; kinda thinking ahead to Ian getting his license in a year or so. It’d be fun to pick up something that needs a little work, spiff it up during the summer before his 16th birthday to help him gain a greater appreciation for whatever he’s driving. I doubt I’m up to a project like this little Nash, and I also doubt he’d be up to driving something like that in any condition, but it’s fun to look!. (here’s the eBay link, as long as it lasts.)

National Corn Husking Competition

Wednesday, December 12th, 2007

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I got a little taste of corn husking as a kid. Dad had his hobby farm by Shindler but not a lot of land for growing crops. What he did have was lots of connections with farmers who grew corn and would let him go through their fields to glean leftover corn that their pickers didn’t get, and many times he’d bring us kids along. Dad would hitch up his homebuilt corn wagon behind the tractor or behind a team of ponies, and we’d walk alongside through the field picking up anything we could find and pitch it against the bangboard & into the wagon. And Dad would tell us stories about how this was the way that corn was picked back in the day.

In the days before mechanical corn pickers, entire fields were picked by hand, ear by ear. And of course there were some guys that had a real knack for doing it quickly, which developed into competitions where they’d see how much corn each could shuck in a given amount of time. Amazingly these competitions live on today. And dang it anyhow, I missed the 2007 competition which was held in nearby Dell Rapids, SD.

Dell Rapids was also home to the somewhat famous 1938 National Corn Husking Competition, which dwarfed this year’s event. While there were only 12 competitors in 1938, the contest drew over 100,000 spectators. This year there were almost as many competitors as spectators.

I poked around a little on the cornhusking.com site and was amazed at the results turned in by the shuckers this year; first place went to Frank Hennenfent of Illinois who picked a whopping 699 lbs. in the 30 minute Men’s Open competition. But that pales in comparison to his 2004 National win with 896 lbs. picked. The second place finishers were over 100 lbs. short of Frank’s totals. Wow!

I don’t remember if Dad ever used one, but I have seen corn husking hooks and gloves that are used by huskers. Most involved a glove-like thing that placed a hook on the palm of the hand which helped in getting the husk off.

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Other contrivances included nail studded leather thumb wraps that did the same thing.

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Lost Family Found, Almost Under Our Noses

Saturday, November 24th, 2007

I’ve been doing some research trying to find more about my family history… Uncle Runt did some work on the family tree years ago, but went only as far back as his Grandfather (my Great Grandfather), Serrill C. Thornton, born in 1852 in Whitehall, NY. His father — my Great-Great Grandfather — was also named Serrill. He was born in 1807 in either New York or Vermont, and migrated to Sioux County, IA, where he lived many years until he died in 1892. He is buried in Hawarden, IA, and I had the extreme honor of visiting his grave-site on Thanksgiving Day.

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(Click on the images to view the hi-resolution versions.)

His gravestone is very simple, apparently provided by the Federal Government in honor of his service in the Civil War. It bears only his name and the company he fought with, the 19th New York Infantry.
I don’t know much more about him than what is written above. He was a pioneer, a farmer, a husband, and a father. He lived to the age of 86 in hard, hard times. He saw two wives die, and the birth of at least two children. This much I know from the scanty records left behind; but who he really was, I can only guess at and wonder… Was he a man of faith? Did he enjoy the company of his sons? Did he laugh or smile much? What was important to him? I doubt I’ll ever know the answers to those questions unless we bump into each other in eternity.

At the same cemetery, we also found the grave markers for three other Thorntons; one was Serrill’s third wife, Emily C. It’s just a bit spooky that her name and middle initial is the same as my daughter. From what I’ve learned, the two of them were married in 1880; he was 73 and she was 51. Emily’s grave marker is very simple, consisting of a simple cast stone/concrete marker with an engraved metal plate bearing her name and the pertinent dates. That’s it. It’s so small we walked right by it a number of times without realizing that it was even a grave marker. I think thats a sign she didn’t die a wealthy woman.

All that leaves me with even more questions; was Emily widowed before she and Serrill met? Did she have children? What was her maiden name, and where was she from? What was it that made her want to marry an old guy like Serrill? Was she a woman of faith?

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The other marker that we found was for the graves of Fordie and Delia; they were born within a year of each other, and both died before their first birthdays. It’s a little odd that Fordie & Delia were buried in Hawarden, as they were children of Serrill C. and Jennie Thornton. Apparently Serrill C. farmed in the same area as his dad Serrill, and started a family there. Serrill C. & Jennie had six children, oldest of whom was Scott. Then came Arthur, Delia, Ford, Lucy and Orpha. Some of the records list Delia as Ruby Delia Thornton, so it’s interesting that her grave marker reads Delia. Also interesting is that Ford Henry was named that long before Henry Ford became a household name.

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I made a map on Google Maps showing the location of the grave-sites. They are near the southwest corner of the cemetery. The cemetery has a directory available to visitors that lists all the graves and their locations — what a great feature! We would’ve been there for hours looking if not for the directory. It’s not perfect; they had the surname for all of them misspelled; “Thorton” again! It also had Serrill listed as “Samuel”, and had two others Thorntons — Gerritt & “Infant” — listed as being in the same section and row as Serrill, Delia & Fordie. But we saw no other markers with Thornton on them, so it could be that those graves are unmarked.

Another interesting thing that I learned about the Hawarden area… The first settlement in Sioux County, Iowa, was named Calliope. I first heard about the town when I ran across some info about the children of Serrill & Jennie, and the birthplace for some was listed as Calliope, IA.

Calliope was founded by a couple of gentlemen who made arrangements with the state for Calliope to be the county seat for Sioux County, and drew a stipend for their work. They set up a courthouse there, and the community started to grow, albeit rather slowly. Not long after, some Dutch immigrants began to settle the area around the train depot near present-day Orange City, IA, and Orange City really started to take off. By the 1890’s, there were several hundred citizens near Orange City, compared to only a couple dozen near Calliope. A dispute arose between the two communities when some of the Orange City Dutchmen decided that it made more sense for the county seat to be in Orange City, but the Calliope officials didn’t think so. The Dutchmen decided to take matters into their own hands and went en-mass on bobsleds to try & convince the others that their way was best. They meant business as they came armed with rifles and revolvers, and came some 80 strong.

The stories aren’t clear what all happened in that confrontation, but the Dutchmen ended up cutting a hole in the wall of the courthouse to haul the 5,000lb safe out, and made off with all of the county papers. In the days that followed, clearer heads prevailed, and the safe & documents were returned to Calliope, and the ordeal was followed by a referendum to decide where the county seat should be located. The population density pretty much decided the question, and the decision was overwhelmingly on the side of Orange City, and that is where the county seat is to this day.

Calliope went the way of many early settlements, disappearing from the maps altogether. When the railroad extended a branch to the area, they were unable to obtain permits to build a depot in Calliope, so it ended up being built a few miles to the south; people began to settle closer to the train station, and that became known as Hawarden. Hawarden eventually grew much larger than Calliope, and Calliope was in the end annexed into the larger town. I can’t help but wonder if some of the hard feelings between Orange City and Calliope led to the railroad’s difficulty in getting permits and the town’s demise.

You can read more about Calliope here and here.

The John Deere B, aka Johnny Popper

Tuesday, November 20th, 2007

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The kids & I passed a really lazy Sunday afternoon yesterday watching one of my favorite movies, Cars. One thing that struck me while watching it is that they could have cast the herd of tractors a little better; in the movie the likeness of an old Farmall tractor was used to portray the cow-like tractors. To me, an old two-cylinder John Deere would’ve been better. The putt-putt sound of the old John Deere two-cylinder tractors is much more distinctive, and would’ve been better in the part. If you’ve never heard one run before, take a listen with the links below, or click on the YouTube links to watch the associated videos.

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Dad had at least one John Deere B that I knew of — among other old-timer tractors, like the Farmall Super C & H — and I have great memories of those clunky old machines. It’s funny how sounds like that will bring back a flood of memories. It’s also funny that people put so much effort in saving memories in photographs, when sounds and smells have so much stronger a connection to memory. I remember hearing those things run, with the putt-putt/pop-pop noise backed up by a whine from spinning gears and flywheels and moving parts just waiting to take off a finger or an arm.

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It seems that the old John Deere motors tended to have fewer cylinders, but those cylinders were pretty large, and the motors used massive flywheels to keep the crank turning even when a cylinder would misfire. And that was often. And that’s what gives the old John Deere’s their distinctive sound, and their nickname; Johnny Popper.

Ben Franklin — One Smart Fellow

Monday, November 12th, 2007

“And have we now forgotten that powerful Friend? or do we imagine we no longer need its assistance? I have lived, Sir, a long time; and the longer I live, the more convincing proofs I see of this Truth, that God governs in the Affairs of Men. And if a Sparrow cannot fall to the Ground without his Notice, is it probable that an Empire can rise without his Aid?”

— Benjamin Franklin (Motion for Prayers in the Constitutional Convention, 28 June 1787)

Real Family History

Sunday, November 4th, 2007

I’ve been working on tracking down some of my ancestors lately, and there’s one thing that really, really sticks out to me — for most people the sense of who we are and what we’ve accomplished doesn’t stick around very long after we’re gone.

I look at the names of my grandparents, great-grandparents, and so on, and I have no idea who some of these people are nor what they did in life nor what was important to them. My Mom’s mother lived across the street for us until she died in the late ’60’s, but I can’t say I knew her well. Grandma Thornton lived close by too, and I remember spending a lot of time with her, but my recollection of her is pretty fuzzy. She died when I was 12, and knowing how my own boys were able to understand things around them at my age helps me to understand why I don’t remember her better. Both my grandpas were gone before I was born, so what I knew was told to me by my parents, and that was pretty sparse.

For most people, if you go back three or four generations, even the barest of details is difficult to unearth: Where were they born? Who were their siblings? Who were their friends? Whom did they marry, and why? How many children did they have? What difficulties did they face through life? The record of their life history is reduced little more than a few pertinent dates, if that. And that’s sad.

My own kids didn’t have much opportunity to know my parents; Dad was gone before Emily was born, and the accursed Alzheimer’s had made Mom pretty much unknowable. I’ve tried to help them know Mom & Dad a little through stories I share about them, but there’s a huge gap between what I can tell my kids about Mom & Dad and what was truly important to Mom & Dad. For that matter, I can’t honestly say that I know what was truly important to Mom & Dad, because that was something that was never discussed. They were busy raising nine kids, and did what they could to pass their values & morals on to me and the rest of the family, but all of that is colored and distorted by how I processed all that through the years. I’m left with my impressions of them and a handful of stories and photos.

Very few people are truly good communicators. It’s a difficult thing to articulate one’s thoughts, feelings & desires to someone directly and have them really understand. It’s more difficult still to do that indirectly, to someone one or two generations removed. It’s pretty close to impossible if you don’t set out to do that intentionally, and for most people… Well, life is pretty much all-consuming for us in this day and age, and I’m sure it was even more so in days past. There’s a lot of stuff to fill out in Maslow’s Hierarchy before you are able to make time for leaving a legacy.

I don’t know if I’m just weird, or if I have too much time on my hands to think about things like this or what, but I don’t want my kids and their kids to not know me and Yvonne. So I’m going to set out to leave a history behind. Most of it will be pretty boring — just as my parents’ and grandparents’ stories were likely pretty boring — but what I wouldn’t give to have a better understanding of who they were. I don’t have any specific plans, but I will come up with something by the end of this week, and will report back. I’d encourage anyone reading this to come up with your own plan, and leave a legacy for your kids, and grandkids, and great-grandkids. They’ll love you for it.

After posting that last night, this morning’s devotional focused on Psalm 90; I thought parts were very fitting to the subject at hand;

You return man to dust
and say, “Return, O children of man!”
For a thousand years in your sight
are but as yesterday when it is past,
or as a watch in the night.

You sweep them away as with a flood; they are like a dream,
like grass that is renewed in the morning:
in the morning it flourishes and is renewed;
in the evening it fades and withers.

The years of our life are seventy,
or even by reason of strength eighty;
yet their span is but toil and trouble;
they are soon gone, and we fly away.
Who considers the power of your anger,
and your wrath according to the fear of you?

The Burma-Shave Booklet

Sunday, July 8th, 2007

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A while back whilst browsing through a neighbor’s garage sale, I picked up a really spiffy copy of a Haynes Guide for Yellowstone National Park, printed in 1959. Aside from some dented corners and some kids’ scribbles on the cover, it’s in beautiful shape. Flipping through the pages when I got home, I discovered a bonus hidden inside; a Burma-Shave booklet. Volume X to be exact, printed in 1942. It’s a tiny little thing, about 2″ x 2″, printed on cheap paper that had yellowed badly over the years, but it’s still very much readable. The booklets were likely included in a package with a can or jar of Burma-Shave, as they had product use instructions printed inside, and as a bonus, 44 of the Burma-Shave roadside jingles.

Clever little idea, those Burma Shave jingles. The company leased space from farmers all over the country & placed signs along the highways and byways everywhere. It was always one verse per sign, with a number of signs spaced out in a row so passersby would read them in sequence as they drove by, with the Burma-Shave logo ending the series. I can imagine that most travelers would take notice of these signs, especially back in the days before radio signals covered the country and before every car was decked out with multimedia entertainment.

Click through to see the entire booklet, and a transcription of the jingles.
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