EPISODE 191 HOW TO OPERATE A THREE FURROW DRAG PLOW (JUST HAVE THE STRENGTH TO PULL A STRING)

EPISODE  191   HOW TO OPERATE A THREE FURROW DRAG PLOW (JUST HAVE THE STRENGTH TO PULL A STRING)


alan skeoch’
Dec. 2020

THERE is no feeling like it.  Exhilerating.  All that machinery controlled by one short
length of parachute chord.  Pull the chord hard…the three furrow plow drops and sods
begin to turn.  Pull it again and  the plowshares  lift so you  can make your turn and then
do it all over again.  Wonderful feeling.  I wish the IHC W6 and the old John Deere drag
plow were willing when spring comes.

EPISODE 190 STATIONARY NEW HAMBERG THRESHING MACHINE…UNWELCOME ANYWHERE

EPISODE 190   STATIONARY THRESHING MACHINE…UNWELCOME ANYWHERE FOR SOME STRANGE REASON


alan skeoch
dec.  2020


NOW  THAT IS A BEAUTIFUL MACHINE…BUT I GUESS ‘BEAUTY IS ONLY
IN THE EYES OF THE BEHOLDER, NAMELY ME.



My previous Episode 189 tells the story of my impulsive purchase of 4 thresing machines  at a Kitchener auction many years
ago.  This is the story of the smallest of them.  It was made in New Hamberg, Ontario sometime between  1850 and 1900 and
designed to sit on a barn threshing floor where the sheaves of wheat , oats or barley could be hand  fed into the threshing cylinder.
Not many of these machines  have survived the change from small farms to large corporate farms.    As  a matter of  fact
not many people would even know what the machine did.  IT could have had wheels at one time perhaps.

About 20  or 30 years ago I gave the thresher to the City of Mississauga and  it was kept in the small barn beside the Bradley
Museum.  Nothing was done to indicate the importance of the machine.  

“That thing takes too much space”, some museum manager
decided…with follow  up questions.
“What is it  anyway?”
“Why do we have it sitting there?”
“Who gave it to us?” “Is there any paper work?”
“Let’s get rid of it.”

RING…RING…RING.
“Hello, Alan, how would you like a small threshing machine?”
“What colour?”
“Sort of a faded orange…quite  old…stencilled says New Hamburg Manufacturing Company.”
“Do you know where it came from?”
“We have no idea.  No paper work.”

“Well, let me tell you.  I gave the machine to the City of Mississauga.  It is an important artifact.
“It was yours?”
“Yes.”
“Well, we do  not want it anymore…come and get it.”  “Or it will be disposed  of …”

Now that was a double shock…First, no one knew I gave it to the Bradley House museum decades ago
 Second, they were dumping the machine and just by chance called  
All this at my personal expense…I felt badly treated  by my own city of  Mississauga.  
Almost like I had backed up and dumped a load of garbage.  I still feel
let down.   The ‘come and get it now’ phone  call was a real slap in the face.

Sp I asked Andy to help once again.  This time no safe place in mind until after the pick up.
I sent an email to the Wellington  County Museum…seemed a good fit since they have an
immense historic  barn with lots  of room and  the thresher was designed for a threshing floor.
No answer.  NO ANSWER!   Not just a ‘thanks but no thanks” but NO ANSWER AT ALL.

So what to do?  “Andrew, we’ll  take the machine to Bill  Brooks…he owns a machine shop
in Rockwood and has helped in the past.

And that is where it rests today…two years later.

Imagine that.  Here  I have a very rare ‘flat to the floor hand fed threshing machine … a rare machine …and
no one has the imagination necessary to see that it is preserved for future  generations.


After the urgent call…i.e”.Come and get it or it goes to the garbage dump”…my son Andrew helped immediately.  Then Bill Brooks and his brother Joe Brooks helped.
They put it under cover where it sits today.  The thresher would look perfect in the Wellington County Museum. The  gigantic barn which  is near empty.  But no one will
respond.   Bill Brooks  cannot keep  it forever.  And our barns  are full.  What should we do?


Museums are loss leaders.   They do  not make money.  They take up space.  They are unnecessary.  Right?  


alan skeoch
Dec.  2020

EPISODE 189 NEW HAMBURG THRESHING MACHINE


EPISODE  189    NEW HAMBURG THRESHING MACHINE…FINDING A HOME WAS DIFFICULT

alan  skeoch
Dec./ 2020




Thirty or forty years ago I bought 4 threshing machines at the Thompson Auction  sale near Kichener.
I was alone.   Marjorie would likely have put the brakes on my enthusiasm.  Maybe not.  When impulsive
decisions are necessary, I often make them.  

Some readers may  not even know what a threshing machine looks like.  They were ‘dinosaurs’ of the 
grain fields up until the modern combine harvesters rendered them obsolete.  If asked to cut to the
quick . Make it simple.  My answer?   “Threshing machine are  big, big,big.”

This story is about one of those four machines.  The New  Hamburg Threshing Machine as pictured
below.


At the Thompson sale no one except for me seemed interested.  I cannot remember how much I paid for this beauty but
it was around $100.   The other three  were about the same price give or take a bit.  When I drove home from the sale
I had one thought.  What was I going to do with these machines.  First off, how could  I move them from the sale.  Then
where would I take them?  Then how could I care for them?

Let me put this in modern terms.  Imagine you bought four tractor trailers at a sale.  What would you do with them.  Write a  list of
all your friends  who  would  gladly take a threshing machine in their back yard and then build a driveshed around it.  The list is likely
very short.

This machine is the most stunning and enigmatic of the four I bought.  Painted with unusual images…a crocodile,  a lion, a bouquet 
of tulips.  At the close of the 19th century it was the custom to paint machines as if they were Christmas presents.   A kind  of
advertising.   But this New  Hamburg Machine was really made to appear unusual.   What is the significance  of the crocodile?
The  answer?   Threshing machines had  teeth that chopped up wheat sheaves like a crocodile did with dogs, cats or people
if they inadvertently got in the animals mouth.    The lion?  Stood for courage, perhaps endurance.   The tulips?  Now the bouquet of
tulips is hard to explain.

What was I to do?   At the time we were involved with Riverdale Farm which  is located in the centre  of the  City of Toronto then managed
by Judy and Mark Spurr.  Both of them were enthusiastic about my donation.  So I hired Gordon Hume to load the machine on his
flat bed truck and take it to Riverdale farm where it sat majestically on the threshing floor for a decade or so. 

 En route to the farm Gordon Hume drove along the Gardiner and up  Parliament Street startling anyone walking.  At the time there
was a CBC radio station on Parliament Street and by chance David Shatsky or Christopher Thomas, hosts of Radio  Noon, were  out for a walk.
Think ti was  David.
He gawked at the machine.  He knew there was a story on the move and  eventually traced  the story to me.  That led to my
career on CBC Radio for several years.  

Story telling about rural Ontario or anything else that touched my fancy.  Several years
doing stories every Friday until one day I was told, “We don’t need  you anymore.”   Not a nice ending to my radio career but
I had  been prepared for that when another radio journalist told me privately that “we all have a shelf life, Alan, be prepared.”
On air personalities get the chop often.



It was  not just me that got the  chop a  few years later.  The New Hamburg Threshing machine also got the chop when some opinion laden bureaucrat
decided he or she did not like the thresher.  I got a call  from someone.  “Alan, the Thresher has been moved out of the barn and is sitting
exposed to the weather.   It will not last long that way.  Will you take it back?”

Of course I said  I would come and get it. But where could it go?   Someone suggested Doon Pioneer Village just outside of the City of Kitchener.
The thresher was made in  New Hamberg…close to Kitchener.  The Village manager was receptive.  “Yes, I think this machine would be a 
star in our exhibit hall”, he said (something like that).   

How could  I get the machine from Toronto to Kitchener.  As luck  would have it our son Andrew and his partner Nick had  just set up
a creative landscaping business.  Working with huge boulders…making gardens look like mountain streams…big scale stuff.  They
had a flat bed truck and  one day the thresher was  loaded and hauled to Down Pioneer Village where it sits today.  (I hope it still
sits there…I have heard  nothing about it for decades.)


Did I hear you ask, “Alan what happened to the other three threshers?”
They make a good story as well.  I still have two of them.  I did  have all three
for a year or so  but put one small , flat to the floor,  thresher in an auction and  it
is now somewhere up near Goderich being cared  for …I hope.

I heard that comment!   Who said “Is Alan nuts?”

Wait until I tell you the story of the other New Hamburg thresher.  It is a story with no ending yet.  It is a story which reflects
badly on museum curators.   No, not quite true.  Museums are loss leaders.  They do  not make profits  and they are constantly
squeezed by cost cutting people who have no imagination.  The kind of people who rolled their eyes when I bought
those four threshing machines years ago.   Yes, I am a  bit nuts.

alan skeoch
dec.  2020

EPISODE 187 1962 YUKON TERRITORY”” SHARING SUMPTUOUS DINNER WITH BILL DUNN



Begin forwarded message:


From: Alan Skeoch <alan.skeoch@rogers.com>
Subject: Dinners 1) Mississauga 2) Yukon NOT QUITE THE SAME BUT BOTH DELIGHTFUL
Date: March 7, 2018 at 10:33:11 PM EST
To: Marjorie Skeoch <marjorieskeoch@gmail.com>, julie Skeoch <julieskeoch@yahoo.ca>


EPISODE 187    1962 YUKON TERRITORY    “SHARING A SUMPTUOUS SUPPER WITH BILL DUNN”

alan skeoch


Dec. 2020    YukonTerritory in summer 1962

 I  was combing through my mining days pictures, now converted to digital.  And  what to my wondering eyes
did appear but a supper in the bush.  Candlelight, dinner in a  washbasin (double duty), a bed made of balsam poles  and
a bit of luxury with a real mattress.  This was the only job where a  real mattress was provided.  Never had  one that summer so
do not know how this fellow, Bill Dunn, got this one.  Stole it probably, he was good  tat that kind of ting.  And he is
all dressed for a fancy meal in long Johns.  Supper in  a basin…shared.   Easy to make  You want the recipe?

Supper  Recipe, Dublin Gulch

-Can of ‘Bird’s Custard’  (two cans if you wish)
-Powdered Milk and water (keep it thick)
-something else…looks like hash 
-Pour into wash basin … after washing hands in basin
-Mix well
-Get two  spoons
-Candles for romance
-We used the other pan to get gold dust in the evenings in Dublin Gulch

Note:  Bill Dunn’s feet are as white as ivory.   Why?  Because  he  had
holes in his gum rubbers as I did.  Water  seeped in and kept feet 
nice and white.  Unfortunately the feet got boiled from body heat
and skin peeled.  Not pleasant.

.

I am amazed at the number of people who wish  they had the adventures that came with mining exploration.  Maybe this 
picture will change minds.

This is Bill Dunn, one of our Yukon Crew.  Became a good friend for that short Yukon summer.  How did he get there?
He was engaged to be married to a girl in Peterborough or Lindsay.  The night before the wedding his friends put him
on a plane to Whitehorse as an ‘end of wedding’ gift. We hired him.   Dirty trick, right? Not so sure Bill was the marrying kind really. 
He left her standing at the altar but I don’t think he would have been the best kind of husband.  I could  say more but won’t unless pressed by
a  reader.  he found another girl in Mayo Landing…another disaster.  In a drunken rage she tried to knife him but failed.  Much more
to that story that is  also better not told.  Bill was   quite happy eating out of this wash basin.  Then again it may not be Bill…all I
have is a corner of his nose, his hairy lower legs and his supper.   How come he has new boots?  That is a real mystery.  Most or our boots were gum rubbers ruined by the low growing brush daily so that were full of holes  for water to rush in and  rush out.  That is why his feet are so clean.  Maybe he  stole those  boots from
someone….maybe a new guy on the crew that did not stay long…a lot of guys drifted  in  and out of our  bush  camp.   Why?  Well it certainly was not the food.  Fine five star dining every night providing you had  a wash basin.

alan skeoch
Dec. 2020


EPISODE 187 … All worldly possessions YUKON JOB 1962


EPISODE 187    ALL MY WORLDLY POSSESSIONS…YUKON JOB 1962

NOTE:  THIS SHORT STORY WAS WRITTEN MARCH 10, 2018 DESCRIBING LIFE
PROSECTING IN YUKON TERRITORY IN THE SUMMER OF 1962.   SOME READERS
MAY HAVE SEEN IT BUT I WANT IT INCLUDED IN THE EPISODES .. EPISODE 187.
YOU MIGHT MAKE OBSERVATIONS.  I KNOW THE PICTURE IS TOTALLY SELF 
CENTRED…NARCISSISM.  PLEASE FORGIVE.

SEE IF YOU CAN FIND THE BIG BOX OF HOME MADE COOKIES MARJORIE SENT
BY MAIL.

I MAY TRY TO RETRIEVE ALL THE YUKON STORIES.  THE JOB WAS QUITE AN ADVENTURE.
IF YOU HAVE ALREADY READ THE STORIES…READ THEM AGAIN…YOU HAVE NOTHING
BETTER TO DO.  

ALAN


From: alan.skeoch@rogers.com” <alan.skeoch@rogers.com>
Date: Saturday, March 10, 2018 at 12:05 AM
To: Marjorie Skeoch <marjorieskeoch@gmail.com>
Subject: Alan Skeoch … All worldly possessions YUKON JOB 1962

DUBLIN GULCH CAMP, YUKON TERRITORY, 1962

NOW THIS IS REALLY SILLY…(found in old 35 mm slide)

alan  skeoch
March 2018

Readers  come in all sorts … interested and bored,  large and small, old and  young, critical and open-minded, full of evil thoughts and just plain joyful.  Which are you?


Some readers  might be interested  in this small corner of the universe  in the summer of 1962.   
 It’s a game….see what you can find.


SEE IF YOU CAN  FIND THESE ITEMS BELOW IN THE PICTURE ABOVE

1) Pants…note knee patches  made of medical first aid  tape…only had 1 pair of pants, no time to wash them.
2) Bed…made of light canvas and  metal rods…never lasted long…flat to floor eventually
3) Baby Rabbit…given to me by Moses Lord, First Nations  member of our crew, caught it by  hand, eventually freed the little fellow but meanwhile he
lived in my gum rubber boot in the evenings leaving a few soft marbles each morning.
4) Escapade magazine…must be good article in there on geophysics, else why would I keep it?
5) assorted  soda cans and bottle of  stuffed  olives
6) 2 pairs  of socks drying on my clothesline beside bed…socks were so important…dominated all.
7) 1 bottle of antiseptic…kill microscopic bastards trying to kill me  by slipping in open  wounds chewed  open
bu larger bastards  (mosquitoes,  black flies, moose flies,  deer flies, grand  wasps)
8) A small library including Pierre Berton’s Klondike, Michener’s Fires of Spring, Steinbeck’s East of Eden, 
9) boot insoles drying on top shelf…holes in boots meant water sloshed around most  days, body heat boiled  my  feet, pock marked.
10) Hair brush that was never  used
11) Moose lower jaw bone   (mailed back to Toronto with pair of caribou  antlers)
12) single caribou antler. Moses Lord got me  a  full rack to send home by freight truck.
13) Scottish tam at top. When I started teaching my principal, Mr Ellis, said to me privately “You will never get ahead
if you continue to wear that tam.”   Wonder what he would have said if he saw this picture?  Probably say “I knew it!…look at him.”
14) Alarm clock…rang at 5.45 a.m. Get up, dress, make breakfast, slather bait for bugs, and be on trail by 7.30 or so.
15) PICTURE OF MARJORIE…WE WERE ENGAGED…SHE GRADUATED U. OF T 1962, I DID SO IN 1961,  POST GRAD YEAR 1962
16) bottle of Eno’s fruit salts…for upset stomach.  Food we ate made that necessary.
17) candle in wine bottle…
18) Huge box of cookies sent as a  Care package from Marjorie who was back in North Bay.  She also sent chocolate cakes.
19) Mosquito lotion
20) Camera case and  pile of magazines…maybe scientific journals but more likely the other kind.
21) Diary on top of stump table
22) My brief  case in which was wrapped my idea of Yukon gold (see 23)
23) my Mastodon  Tooth found in a gold  sluice box  in Dublin Gulch.  It was a great teaching item when  presenting the theory
of Beringia…where Asiatic  people migrated to North America 10,000 to 20,000 years  ago when the Bering Sea was a vast dry plain feeding  Mastodons,
Mammoths and other giant now extinct creatures.  Must have been  a good lesson for some student stole the tooth the first  year I taught high school.
24) Alan Skeoch, 23 years old, bearded,  post-adolescent, Rover Scout, potential groom, Geophysical Field  Man. future teacher…immature… reticent to give up
the life of luxury implied by this photograph .   Marjorie took the view that ‘if you can’t beat them join them’  and  Marjorie Joined our  crews on jobs
in North Ontario at Paradise Lodge and Wart Lake in 1963 and a short and final job at Merritt, British Columbia.,in 1964 where the local mining executives thought
she was a hooker. 
25) Prospectors rock hammer

  26) plank under cot to prevent collapse

27) gold nuggets … tiny … really just gold dust which I dropped on black electrical tape and  mailed to Marjorie.   Should do a story about

our discovery of gold.  In 1962 gold sold at $35 an  ounce and was controlled by he Canadian government.  Today it sells at around $2,000 an ounce and the Gold Standard

has been abandoned.  A friend  in Dublin Gulch had  a slab of  gold as a kind of knuckle duster if he was ever robbed.  His cabin was amazing…Mammoth tusks and bones
leaning against the walls…and those huge teeth.

WHAT A WONDERFUL LIFE.

ALAN SKEOCH
MARCH 2018


EPISODE 186 HOW TO LOAD A TRACTOR

EPISODE  186    HOW TO LOAD  A TRACTOR


alan skeoch
Dec. 2020

You may  wonder how a bull dozer gets  on a trailer.  Then again
you may not.  No matter here is a step by step visual instruction
just in case someday you are asked  to load  an IHC W6.

A few years ago we did it differently.  I remember with a shudder.
We drove the IHC W6 up a ramp  to the truck bed.  Getting it
off the truck  was absolutely terrifying.


This is the sediment bowl through which gasoline flows from the gas tank to the cylinders.  Look at the little bit
of grunge at the bottom.  My old IHC W6 always had  a bit of grunge.  Now it has a lot of grunge as  it has not been
going since the day we loaded it here in August 2017.  Needs a new gas tank.  Is it worth the money?  I must ask
Bill Brooks…he  can fix anything and  has kept the W6 alive long past its normal terminal age.  

That’s Andrew Skeoch doing all the work.  The movie was “Fanrenheit” something or other. 

alan  skeoch
dec.  2020

EPISODE 185 HISTORY DEPARTMENT PARKDALE COLLEGIATE INSTITUTE CIRCA 1980

EPISODE 185  HISTORY DEPARTMENT    PARKDALE COLLEGIATE INSTITUTE   CIRCA 1980


alan skeoch
dec.  2020

left to right, back row: Gerry Wagner, Frank Bitonti, Susan Gilmour, Sam Markou, Terry Wickstrom
front row left to right: John Maize, Lynne Roddick, Alan Skeoch, Phil Sharp
(picture taken at Centre Island fun park for kids)

When I was hired as a history teacher at Parkdale Collegiate Institute there were two great educators involved…John Ricker and Evan Cruickshank.
Both of them said the same thing.  “Alan, if you take the job at Parkdale you will never leave.”  It seemed strange since both of these people
did not know each other well.  …both heads of history departments and both eventually teachers of teachers
at the Faculty of  Education.  My thought? “These guys must know what they are talking about.”

So I took the job and  never looked back.   No other job in education appealed to me.  The students at Parkdale were family.
The kind that punched  you on the shoulder and said “Good  morning, sir”

I think this photograph says it all.  We loved teaching.  We loved each other.  We loved Parkdale.   And let me add with pride
…I think we did a good job with our kids.   

Especially when we came to school dressed  like the picture above. (not true)

Each face is  a story.  But let me tell one story about a teacher that could  have been ignored.  Gerry Wagner, with the
Coonskin Cap.  His family once owned  a factory in, I believe, Czechslovakia.  World War II intervened and the factory was
seized.  Somehow the Wagners escaped.  Gerry ultimately got a job at Parkdale.  A quiet man.  We called him ‘the Wag’.
He was a great poker player.  Bob  Marshall and  George Stavropoulos (not in picture) tried to bluff Gerry in a game we called
East York #$%$    Gerry took their money.  The poker game was so silly that it is worth describing.  Each player took a
card face down and put the card on his forehead.  Then the betting began to force others out of the game.  Bob and  George were
determined to make Gerry fold (even though Gerry held a king or an ace)…they upped the anti, again and again.  Gerry took
all them money.  And he grinned…a quiet grin. Any man that had escaped Nazi Germany could not be bluffed.  We played
that poker game in our old farm house. Some beer may have been involved.  Good times.  Nickel dime poker…no one loses much.

Sounds silly?  Each of these people could be a story as silly as the story about Gerry.  Let the good times roll, as they say.  Before Gerry died he bought me a
wooden fish from Mexico.  It sits  above my head right now.

So I owe much to John Ricker and Evan Cruickshank…and to Parkdale.

alan skeoch
Dec.  2020   


ALAN

I JUST MADE A MISTAKE AND SENT MY NEXT STORY AS A POSTSCRIPT OF 184…DAMN DAMN DAMN
IT TAKES A LOT OF TIME TO WRITE THESE STORIES AT THE SPEED REQUIRED…I.E. ONE STORY PER DAY…SO WHEN MY RESEARCH GETS SENT EARLY THAT MEANS MY STORY IS KILLED AND I HAVE TO DO SOMETHING DIFFERENT
THE PACE IS EXHAUSTING AT TIMES.
ALAN
P.S. THANKS DIRK FOR SETTNG UP THAT BLOG

EPISODE 184 DISAPPEARING FARMS… WITNESS TO HISTORICAL CHANGE IN ONTARIO SOCIETY 1950 TO 2020

EPISODE 184  DISAPPEARING FARMS


alan skeoch
Dec. , 2020

THIS is a story about the pace of  change in our society between  1950 and  2020.

Keep this point in mind   as  you peruse and  remember the point for the next episode:  ONLY 12% OF CANADA  IS 
SUITABLE FOR AGRICULTURE.  ONLY 12%!


FARM AUCTION ABOUT 1975 OR SO:   Look above the heads the crowd.  That’s Marjorie with the kids
sitting on  the milk parlour roof with our great Coonhound Tara.  


AT A  FARM AUCTION…One summer afternoon,  August 24,   our anniversary…I bought marjorie  a coonskin coat and myself a bearskin coat. 
Granted the coats were out of season.  They were also a little worse for wear…that’s why my bid was the only bid that day.

ACCELERATING PACE:   FARM AUCTIONS 1950 TO 2020

As fortune would  have it, we became adults in the 1950’s just when North American agriculture was being revolutionized.  Corporate 
agriculture grew and grew through the last half of the 20th century.   Small, 100 acre family farms in Ontario began to disappear at
an accelerating rate.  In the 1960’s, 1970’s, 1980’s there were so  many farm auctions that specialized  newspapers such as
the Woodbridge Advertiser could make a  living just listing the auction sales.  Impossible to go to all the auctions.  Basically, Ontario’s
rural heritage was on the auction block booth weekdays and week ends.  One of the sad features of these farm auctions  was the
fire pits where things considered irrelevant or not saleable or too personal were simply burned.   Things  unsold at auction were 
dealt with the same way.  One farm auction last year put all the old family pictures on the block.  I bought them all then the
family asked that I not write about the pictures.  Odd.   How did they know I was a writer?  I never knew the people.  So
I guess word spread about our rescue efforts.  Why would  people sell  off their family pictures?  “The children are not interested.”
…an answer we heard all too often.  Children change…they grow up…and then they get interested often too late.  The family farm
is gone and the records  of the 20th century are ashes  in many cases.







SOME RANDOM PICTURES THT TELL THE STORY


I bought six or seven of these threshing machines.  Huge things.  Beautiful things.  We  have  two of them tucked away in our barn.  Others
we donated to various museums.   We even had  a backyard auction with friends years and years ago . The purpose was to raise e $200
to buy a machine like the one Marjorie is holding.   We got the money, bought the machine, donated the machine…and the next week
the storage barn caught fire and all was lost.   It is hard to look after a machine like  this  Raccons like to live in threshing machines.

These pictures are just a tiny cross section of the auctions we attended in the last 60 years…literally hundreds of  auctions.  There are 52 weeks in a year…about 40 or more
of those weeks we got up early headed west, north, east to a farm auction.  Our kids, Andrew and Kevin, were with us as were the various dogs we shared our house with
over the past 60 years.   So what is 40 x 60?  The total is  2,400 auction  sales.   Hard to believe?  Truth! We  witnessed a  revolutionary change in Ontario  society.
The number of auctions shocks me.  The bigger shock was the change in our society.

We filled our truck and trailer with things nobody seemed to want.  Jewels to us.

On one of these farm auctions…the Root Family Farm near Ospringe…I borrowed a new movie camera and documented the day.  i gave the film to my good
friend Robert Root.  A family record. Bob and  I were both high school teachers at Parkdale Collegiate  Institute…a high school in the  core  of the city  of Toronto.   I made a big
mistake that day when I did not bid  on one Bob’s family tractors.  The price was reasonable in my mind…unreasonable  to the Root family I imagine…i.e. $600 to $700.
Note to Bob Root:  That film can  be  converted to digital…costs a bit but you will need it for future generations. 

Future Episode:  Bob Root and  I were allowed to visit an abandoned farm…people just seemed to have walked away.  Took what they
could carry and walked away.  We were shocked.  

alan skeoch
Dec. 2020


An Industry Leader

  • Canada is the world’s largest producer and exporter of flaxseed, canola, pulses, durum wheat, peas, lentils, and mustard seeds
  • The meat processing industry is Canada’s third largest manufacturing industry, ranking behind motor vehicles and petroleum products
  • Canada is the world’s 2nd largest exporter of malting barley (used to brew beer)
  • Canada’s is the world’s largest producer of blueberries
  • Canada ranks #1 in the G7 for low food processing cost
  • Canada produces 85% of the world’s maple syrup
  • The US is Canada’s #1 food export destination

The Environment

  • One tree can remove the same amount of carbon dioxide from the air that is emitted from a car driving 17,700 km
  • 50,000 fewer gallons of water are needed to grow an acre of corn today, compared to 20 years ago
  • Thanks to Canada’s conservation tillage practices, 12 billion kilograms of CO2 were prevented from entering the atmosphere in 2008
  • GHGs from Canada’s dairy cows and manure management decreased 21% from 1990-2009

Dollars

  • In 2008, Canadian agriculture generated more than $70 billion in economic activity
  • The value of honey bees to Canadian agriculture is over $1 billion
  • The cattle industry contributes approximately $24.6 billion to the Canadian economy
  • Sales of milk and dairy products contribute $10 billion to the Canadian economy
  • In 2011, Canadian dairy genetics exports were valued at $120M
  • Grains create $9B in economic output for Canada
  • In 2009, Canadian farmers exceeded $1B with a total economic impact of over $3B
  • Beef industry contributes almost $25B to the Canadian economy annually

Growth & Demand

  • Canada is the world’s 5th largest exporter of agricultural products
  • World food demand will increase 70% by 2050
  • Since 2007, China’s import of Canadian vegetable oil has increased by 300%
  • Within the last 6 years, Canada’s exports to Russia alone have increased by 430%
  • A farmer in 1900 produced enough food for 10 people. Today’s farmer feeds over 120 people
  • 3% of Canada’s population is employed in industrial farmer – they are able to feed a population of over 30 million and export to foreign markets

EPISODE 175 ‘WOODEN QUILTS’ FOLK ARTWORK – WHAT WAS THE MOTIVATION?

EPISODE 175   ‘WOODEN QUILTS”  FOLK ART


alan skeoch
Dec. 2020

IN THE BEGINNING

IN the beginning of my dabbling into folk art I picked up  a piece of weathered snow fence at
the Norman Skeoch farm near Fergus.  Wind scoured, rain soaked, man handled … each piece of lath
looked like the sky on stormy days.  Or did it look like a plowed field on a winter morning?
Whatever!  Those pieces of abused snow fence had a patina and appearance that my mind
saw  as metaphors of farm life.  Disappearing  farm life.  Family Farms were as fragile as weathered snow fencing.

Note:  This Episode was triggered  my Marian Kutarna who sent me a very
flattering request:  “Alan, could you describe the motivation behind your folk art creations?”
So here you are Marian.



This log cabin was my first effort at translating old lath pieces  into a piece of folk art.
Marjorie liked the effort and that flattery launched me into larger and  larger pieces  
of folk art.  

“What do  you call them, Alan?”
“Well, they look a  lot like pioneer patchwork Quilts.”
“Wood quilts?”
“Sounds  like a suitable name…Let’s call them WOODEN QUILTS

“Let’s gather as much old snow fence as we can.”
“Sometimes rolls of the stuff are auctioned at farm sales.”
“Most times it is simply burned  in a  field a few days before the auction.”
“How much do we need?”
“Not much.  I’ll just make a few pieces of folk art.”

Well,  the few pieces  multiplied into dozens and dozens.  And  they got larger and  larger.
Initially I made them just for our house and workshop.   But people wanted to buy them
so  a small art business was launched.  Dozens  and dozens.   All a bit different.  But
some kept the rural theme…a red  brick rural gothic farm house.  Our farm house in
Wellington county.  Patterned after the art image titled ‘American  Gothic’.

I bought a big band saw and an industrial stationary belt sander.   The bandsaw  could cut
out the shapes.  The sander could polish  the pieces.  Then I would assemble the pieces
as my mother did when she made our clothes.   Patchwork quilts. Mine  were made of rescued
wood from Ontario’s disappearing family farms.


Large  wooden  quilts  like the ‘village’ above our fireplace were rather interesting to construct because  I made
many of them on slabs of first cut white pine which had  been save for a century or so in barns or drivesheds.
Often these slabs were nearly two feet wide so you can  imagine how tall those white pines must have been  when
the land  was cleared for farming.  The timbers in Ontario barns tell the same story.

DETAIL OF PICTURE ABOVE FIREPLACE


Elements in this closeup 
1)  Apple orchard  made from wooden beads
2)  Base of house made from age old plank chewed by rodents or chickens.
3)  Sky from old snow fence
4)  Field made from old barn siding
5)  House roof made from farmhouse shutter
6)  Smoke made from piece of aromatic cedar from chest
7)  Apple trees made from lath spacers used in lumber aging 
8)  porch supports and  decorative roof edging made from old picture  frame
9)  Large backer board was top of large pioneer chest or perhaps a   slab
door to granary.


The large home in this picture was made from cast off lath used on our farm
house walls before the wet plaster was applied around 1870.  Really old lath
was made of fine pine, knot free.  Later lath was thinner and less interesting.
Piles of old lath appeared occasionally where farm houses were being wrecked or
renovated. It was free for the taking usually



TRADE SECRET:  HUSH…DO NOT TELL ANYONE!

My apple orchards were made from the little wooden  balls that used to be strung
together for Christmas garlands.  No need  to paint them.  If you look closely
you will see three kinds of apples…red, green, white were good…purple had
to be painted as there are no purple apples.

OLD MILLS….GRIST, LUMBER, FLOUR MILLS WERE ONCE COMMON ON ONTARIO RIVERS



BLACK CREEK GRIST MILL

Just barely visible in the light of the moon is the towering old Black Creek
grist mill in full operation with the mill pond water rushing through the flume
to drive the giant overshot mill wheel providing more than enough power
to grind North Toronto Grain in the late 19th century.

SOURCE OF PARTS
1)  Old  shutter provides the mill pond
2)  Elm shingles found in Ohio are carved  to simulate moving water
3)  The Iron Mill wheel comes  from a farm corn grinder
4)  The dark sky is lath from Norman Skeoch’s snow fence
5)  The Massey Harris curved top board was  once protective
shield on a corn cutter that made ensilage as cattle fodder.
6)  The moon is a hardwood disc cut from a roller from an
old grain binder.
7)  The red  house was  inspired by the Freeman  farm house of
which there were once hundreds built on the same model with
plans purchased from the Timothy Eaton catalogue.

OTHER WOOD QUILTS


I made this piece for my brother and sister in law.  The old hotel still exists
in the village of Flesherton.


I made a larger version of this one for the MacMorrin family in memory of their grandfather
who was the Anglican minister of the church in the village of Wales on the St. Lawrence
Seaway.  The village now lies beneath the rushing waters.  Church and Manse.

Below are copies of  paintings  done by Kierstead  who had  similar motivation to mine
only he used oil paints to capture the disappearing rural architecture of Ontario


MISSISSAUGA LIBRARY SYTEM

Three of my wooden quilts were bought by the Mississauga Library System. Two  were 
very large.   One hangs in the South Common Mall  library, now protected by a sheet of solid  plastic
because children loved to pick the fake maple leaves.  Another hangs in the Frank McKechnie Library featuring
the rural landscape that once existed there.  The other, a small one, represented the first Port Credit library…
a small cottage like building in faded yellow.  That wood picture disappeared when the new 
library was  built a  few years ago.  Maybe Marian Kutarna can find it.

Two people who influenced me must be mentioned.  Don  Mills, the top man at the Mississauga
Library and  Aileen Whortley whose enthusiasm led me beyond the Wooden Quilts to the
writing of  a history of Mississauga titled ‘Where the River Speaks’, a book now out of print
and offered at high cost through eBay and others.


HERE ARE A BUNCH OF OTHER WOOD QUILTS


I Made quite a bunch of these engines.  Why?  Because I had  all these sprocketed gears taken from old farm machines.  The engines  made
no operational sense which was why so many people wanted them for their children’s bed rooms.  Imagination is something to be encouraged.





Barn interiors were also very popular.  We did  quite a number of art shows across Ontario.  I  remember one show
done in the Distillery District of Toronto where I asked

 “Do you have any rats or mice?”
“None whatsoever. was  the answer

Well that turned  out  to be a lie.  The real grain in my imaginative granaries
was gobbled  up in one night.

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Not everybody likes these interpretations.  How do I know that.
?  Because I made a large quilt from lumber where cattle had taken their last
long walk at the Toronto Stock yards.   I liked it but felt the general manager of the yards should have it.  A year later
I noticed it hanging in the window of a  North Toronto antique shop.  I should have bought it back.

I really do not give a sweet goddamn whether you like or hate these creations.  What matters  most is that I liked doing them.  Most
artists must feel that way.   Today we have moved  on.  The movie industry likes our things some movies even rented  some of
our wooden quilts.  Why?  Because art directors have imagination.


MY WORKSHOP…WITH PIECES GLEANED  FROM RURAL FARM SALES WITH ‘VISIONS OF SUGAR PLUMS DANCING IN MY HEAD’


With the money from my first sale I bought this wonderful  band saw which allowed me
to cut shapes into cows, horses, chickens, ducks, people, fanning mills, steam engines.


MOTIVATION

A lot of the motivation came from three sources.  First, there was Marjorie who like the creations and refused to sell some of them
Second, from my mother who was a seamstress who made our clothes out of scraps and old coats … when we were kids.
Third, from my grandparents whose farm provide all the imagination I   would ever need  in life.


alan skeoch
Dec. 2020