We had this one white horse – kind of speckled gray — dirty looking gray. He was getting to be an old horse, and they always used him when they needed an extra horse. Sometimes they used 3 horses for thrashing and different jobs. The neighbors used to borrow him when they needed an extra horse. When they got through using him they would just tell him to go home, and he would walk home even if several miles, he would still come home. My Dad sold him to a guy 20 miles away by Little Falls. Two weeks after he was sold, the horse was standing at the barn – he walked home – had gotten away from the guy. So the guy came back and got the horse and kept him locked up.
Working in Montana
When I was 17 or barely 18, everybody from Minnesota used to go out to the Dakotas or Montana to work harvesting the wheat. When we got paid, everything was in silver dollars. I went to the bank and cashed the check from the farmer who had hired us and he wanted to give me all the money in silver dollars. I said, “Now how am I gonna carry all that home to Minnesota?” I insisted that they give me paper money. In the old days they called them wagon wheels. A silver dollar was called a wagon wheel. Everyone was carrying them, but now you don’t see them.
In the Navy
I used to be stationed at the Naval Air Station in Great Lakes, which was between Milwaukee and Chicago. It was a naval station and training center. I used to get 72-hour passes for a long weekend to go to Milwaukee to visit my uncle, Paul Rudie, my dad’s brother. They were so good to me and fixed me meals. My cousin, Marian, was a couple years older than me would take me out for the evening (roller skating, dancing, and seeing the town and running around for the entire weekend). Paul would let me use his car. One weekend, we put so many miles on the car that the gas gauge looked like it was down to empty, so I had put in some gas in. The next weekend when I came to visit, Uncle Paul insisted on giving me the money for the gas. “No,” he insisted, “I put the gas in the car for you. I was in the service in World War I. I know what it’s like to be a serviceman who ain’t got any money.” So he insisted that I didn’t pay for anything like that. I spent many weekends at their house and it was very enjoyable — good memories.
Out of the Navy
A few weeks while I was being processed, there were barracks where we hung out for 30 days or so playing cards waiting for the paperwork to come through. I decided I was going to fly home. I got a ticket on a DC3 a little 2-engine airplane they had in those days. The route was Portsmouth to Virginia to Washington to Pittsburgh to Chicago to Minneapolis. We boarded the plane and we sitting in little rows. There was no separation between us and the pilot. So everyone is all aboard. Pilot turns on the switch, cranks up one engine, then the other and starts taking off – didn’t warm up the engines at all. We started down the runway and there was a puff of black smoke. One engine sputtered and almost died, and suddenly we were sinking and going down like we were landing. Then suddenly it started back up and he revved it up, and then we were up and away. There were no terminals or anything like today. When we got between Chicago and Minneapolis, there was turbulence. The plane was jumping up and down. We couldn’t read a newspaper or anything. The reason I wanted to fly home is because we had so much traveling on trains in the Navy going from San Diego to Chicago to Milwaukee, and the trains took forever poking along. So I said I don’t wanna ride in a train ever again. When we landed in Minneapolis, I took a bus. Royalton is where I used to go, then I called my folks on the farm and they would come and get me. After I was back on the farm hanging out for a while, I became friends with the guy that ran the liquor store in Bowlus, Albert Lutitsky. He was about my age, we hung out and went to dances and drove around.
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Larry Litchy’s Chrysler
I vaguely remember when I was around seven, maybe eight years old, Lawrence Litchy used to cook moonshine. I remember he came driving in the yard and he had this great big Chrysler car. It was a big 8-cylinder car and in those days it was the fastest car that was made. It used to go like 100-miles per hour real easy. He’d come driving in the yard and was always laughing and showing everybody where the federal agents were chasing him. They fired shots at him and he had bullet holes in the back end of this car. He’d say, “Here’s one. Here’s one” and there were several holes there where slugs had gone through and this was on the left driver side of the rear of the vehicle so he was real lucky that he didn’t get shot or killed.
Speaking of moonshine, when I was younger – about that same vintage (seven-or-eight years old) – on our farm they used to cook moonshine in the hog house. They had that rigged up so that there was a false wall and you didn’t know that there was an extra room in there. The pigs were on one side and of course the smell of the pigs would camouflage the fumes and the smell of the moonshine which had a strong odor. They could feed the by-product (the mash) to the hogs when they were through cooking the moon out of it. When it got to where the smell was too strong and they figured that maybe the federal agents would be able to discover it, they would break down the still. I remember that my Dad, in order to get his share out of it before they guy pulled away, he took some of the pieces of the still and hauled them out into the field. It was at the time of the year when they harvested corn and they had corn in bundles (shocks). The guy came and he wanted the rest of his equipment and Dad says “Well, you’ve got to pay me, you know, what you owe” and then finally they settled up. So then they walked out in the field — retrieving all of these pieces of the still that were hidden underneath the corn shocks.
Trading Chickens for Peddlers’ Wares
When I was younger on the farm there were two peddlers that used to come around trying to sell their wares — like the Watkins and Raleigh guys. They had a lot of spices and really good nectar from Watkins. We used to really, really like it. We’d trade a bunch of chickens – a kind of bartering system for items. My mother went to the chicken coop and you could tell which hens didn’t lay eggs by the looks of them. Some of them were a little bit sick. They had little pus-looking eyes and drippy noses. So they are the ones we’d catch. The chickens would just sit there. We had a long wire with a little loop on the end to try to catch the chickens and jerk the wire. The loop fit around the chicken’s legs so it couldn’t run away — that’s how they’d catch them. The merchants had a regular box on the back of his car – a regular crate for hauling chickens. We used to get all kinds of goodies from selling those chickens — that was kind of nice.
Hatching Our Own Eggs
On the farm, my folks had incubators. They would save the chicken eggs and put them in an incubator. After twenty-one days the eggs hatched. That’s how they replaced the chicken flock. They hatched their own eggs. There were a certain percentage of eggs that were infertile or something happened that they didn’t hatch. So there were many discards. What we did one year was to take them out in the woods and stuck them in the bottom of a tree that had a V-shape to it. There was a sportsman’s club that Dad belonged to and for getting rid certain pests like crows or rats, they gained a certain number of points. There would be a prize for whoever got the most. So when I would set these eggs out there I had a whole bunch of foot traps and I would cover them with leaves and stuff. Sometimes I would go out there and there would be a whole bunch – like maybe four or five crows that had walked into these traps – and most of them were still alive. We would save the legs or the beaks or the head or something like that. Of course when Dad turned in all of these things for points, he won the prize from the sportsman club, which was a case of 22 mm rifle shells which was a pretty neat prize to get in those days. When the chickens would hatch, they would be running around wild on the farm. In the fall when it started getting colder, we got rid of the older chickens that didn’t lay eggs anymore. We would sell them off and get a whole bunch of younger chickens. We would clean the chicken coop and disinfect it. There was always this round-up of the new chickens, which wanted to roost in the trees. We had this grove of apple trees and different trees around the buildings and that was where the chickens used to sit for the night – night after night. When it got near fall or before winter – before the cold came, we would catch them and that was like a round-up catching all the chickens. We’d put them in the chicken house and of course we would leave them locked up there for a few days until they got used to it. Then finally we opened the little door so they could get out and run around in the yard — that was quite a fun thing.
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The Happy Farmer
On the farm we had horses to do all of the field work. I used to have to cultivate and plow everything with the horses. I think I was about ten-or-eleven years old when Dad found this used tractor. It was a big steel-wheeled thing. It was bought somewhere past the town of Royalton, which is like some twenty miles away from the farm. I don’t know what he paid for it; I don’t remember the details, but it was called a Happy Farmer. It was a two-cylinder putt-putt – something like the John Deeres that go “putt putt putt” with their two cylinders. It needed some work, so Dad brought the thing home to work on it. I would be helping him there and watching him. That was a big deal because then we could plow and we could do a lot of work with that old tractor. In order to bring the old tractor home, he had to take off the lugs. It had steel wheels that were about six feet high. And it had these lugs that were bolted on. Some of the roads around Bowlus and Royalton were better roads —even had tar on them. They didn’t dare run the lugs. It would ruin the road surface. So we had to take off all of these lugs from both of the rear wheels. When we got home, we had to bolt all of the lugs back on and put the thing together. It was quite an interesting experience.
Who Needs a Driver’s License?
When I was twelve years old, I was already driving the tractor, plowing, and doing different chores with the tractor. Dad said, “If you can drive the tractor, you ought to be able to drive the car.” So I tried it and yeah I could drive the car and shift it with a stick shift. I would drive and do errands. I didn’t have a driver’s license.
As time went on I would drive and deliver some of the milk cans to the creamery. I would drive to school every once in a while when Dad would have some important chores that he wanted me to get home from school sooner than usual, or if there were some extra activities at school that I would stay after then he wouldn’t have to drive to Upsala to pick me up at the high school. I would drive the family car to Upsala and park it there all day, and then drive home –again, no driver’s license.
I didn’t have a driver’s license until I left home after I graduated from high school and had my own car. We didn’t have no license and no insurance or anything like that. My first driver’s license was when I was working by Dassel after I left home. I got the driver’s license by going to the post office and you filled out a little card. I think it was 50¢. You paid for it and you sent it in and they sent you a driver’s license. There never was a written test or driving test. We just drove … no insurance — never ever had any insurance.
Bert’s First Car
I remember when I got my first car in South St. Paul. Dad used to drive the truck to haul the livestock to the South St. Paul slaughterhouse. I went with him this one time and we went to a place in South St. Paul and found this car that we liked. It was a 1933 Chevrolet. That was about the time that I graduated from high school, I guess. I was like 18 years old. Then I drove it home and after a short time I left home and went to work by Dassel and drove the car over there. That was where I got my first driver’s license.
I just happened to think of something about the 1933 Chevrolet that I had when I left home and was working in Hutchinson. I had picked up some old Model T lamps – some old antique car lamps from the old days when they had kerosene lamps for side lights on the vehicle. Somehow I got a hold of some of them and mounted them on my Chevrolet. They were in good working order. They had a little glass in there and a little burner. It was like a regular kerosene lamp. We used to light them and that was a big deal. We’d go cruising up and down the streets on Friday or Saturday nights in Hutchinson, which was called “cruising the streets.” Big deal, huh? When we were working in Hutchinson, I only got a dollar a day. That was all I made working on the farm, and then of course I got room & board. So that was a big deal. That’s what it amounted to in those days. I remember that in order to buy gas for the car (we didn’t have that much money to allot for this or that or other things). There was this one place in Hutchinson where this guy had this real cheap gas for 10¢ per gallon. We would buy a dollar’s worth of gas which would last for a long time. We could even make a trip back all the way to Upsala and back and still have some gas left. Cars in those days used to get like 20-miles per gallon like with the old Chevrolet or the Model A. They make such a big deal about getting 20-miles per gallon in this day and age. Why they haven’t advanced anything in a lifetime you might say!
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In 1932, the Dort
I remember when I was just a little guy – I must have been maybe five- or six-years old and my dad had an old car called a Dort. It had a little cut-out device on the exhaust so that it would bypass the muffler and make a lot of noise — roaring noise. Plus the exhaust used to go straight down from the pipe onto the road and when you would open up the cut-out, it would blow up a big cloud of dust so you couldn’t see all around the car. There was this one guy that nobody liked. So when we used to go past his place, my dad would open up this cut-out and deliberately make a whole bunch of dust so that the guy would be shaking his fist at us and cussing us out. My job used to be (when I was a little guy) to pull the little wire that would lift the cut-out away from the exhaust and open it up. And then when we were driving along, my dad would say “No… Not yet. Let me tell you when.” So then he would say, “Now you can,” and I would pull up on the wire that went through the floor board and then the car would make a roaring sound and the dust would blow up. We thought that was a pretty good joke.
I remember some of the parties we had. My mother’s father would come over, I called him Grandpa Brada, and there was a relative, Nick Brady (married to Strina). They used to come over to the old house. They both had cars called Whippets that were notoriously famous for not starting as soon as it got down to zero or so. You had to crank them with a crank and even then they wouldn’t start. After a dinner and celebration, they wanted to go home and tried to crank up the old cars which wouldn’t start. I remember Nick Brady was so mad, he said “You darned rotten car. If they don’t want to start – don’t want to run – I’ll fix it so you can’t see.” And he took the crank and he smashed the headlight out which was sitting right on the fender. Everybody was laughing about that.
I can remember when Dad got the newer car after the old Dort gave out. He got a car called the Oakland. About the only thing I remember about it was that it was a sedan (a four-door sedan), and it had wooden wheels. The spokes in it were wood. The wheels would deteriorate and fall apart and I remember that once in a while Dad would have to go over to the junk yard in St. Cloud and get another wheel so he could replace the broken one.
The Willys Knight
They had something called a Willys Knight, which was a great big thing like a hearse. It had big high wheels and the wheels were so big that it would go through the biggest of snow drifts. We used to go cross-country through the fields to try to avoid the big snow drifts that were on the road in order to get to town for church or to get supplies.