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  • Fwd: episode 1,474; GEORGE RICHEY FAR…..”CLUNK” LOST IN AN OHIO CORN FIELD ON DARK NIGHT IN OCTOBER 1998



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    From: ALAN SKEOCH <alan.skeoch@rogers.com>
    Subject: episode 1,474; GEORGE RICHEY FARM…..”CLUNK”— LOST   IN AN OHIO CORN FIELD ON DARK NIGHT IN OCTOBER 1978
    Date: December 28, 2025 at 2:27:07 PM EST




    “CLUNK…” The truck refused to go any farther.    It was  dead. 
    the universal joint hung down among the corn stubble. We were
    in serious trouble… inky blackness all around.

    When the truck died we had been driving for 8 hours.  Heading to the Richey Farm in central Ohio
    near the Norwich village (population 85).  Daylight failed by time we reached Buffalo, then west to Cleveland
    hugging Lake Erie shore, then south to Pittsburg on super highway, then cutting westward through Amish
    countryside where no lights showed.  Inky blackness except for headlights. 

    We shared the highway with dozens of 18 heelers en route to the golden valleys of California.        Empty trucks
    driven by cowboys who resented my pathetic two way radio attempt at conversation— an exaggeration bred by fear.

    ‘How is traffic south to Pittssburg, 10-4?”

    “Fuck off.”

    Boxed us in on one occasion.  18 wheelers front back and side…uncomfortable for us.  Was boxing deliberate

    or imagination?


      Two kids, two dogs,
    two adults…one decrepit brown van limping southward.

    “Boxed in.  Is this deliberate?”

    “Cut the small talk on the two way radio, Alan,’’

    The hours slid by…took us 8 hours to reach the corn field…we arrived well after midnight.  Our van
    was no longer purring.  Sort of grunting now and then but once in gear it kept up with traffic.  Very little
    traffic west from Pittsburg thankfully.   Kids asleep with dogs.   Marjorie watching the road seemingly
    unaware of our trucks plaintive wheezing.

    South from Norwich the road twisted and had sharp turns. Black night…black as hubs
     of hell.

    Gravel road….steep hills. Deep valleys. Darkness. 


    Ancient settlement road seemed to end in the corn field.

    “Where are we??”
    “I don’t rightly know>”
    “Could you not stay on the road?’”
    “What road?”
    “What was that ‘Clunk?”
    “Truck will not move…we are stranded.”
    “Shouldn’t we ask for help…farmhouse over there?”
    “Late…black night…danger to knock on door…guns.”

    Then the night darkness was gone.  Headlights popped on,’
    We were surrounded by camper vans and and half ton trucks
    here for the annual Steam Up (ran for 40 years)

    George Richey snuffled a greeting and noticed the gut
    of our truck hanging…
    How did you get here with that … no way to transfer 
     from motor to wheels.”
    “Just kept moving…noisy.”
    “We’ll get it fixed,”

    Two trucks moved over to our truck with headlights…men crawled under…
    marvelled the we survived the journey…said they could
    fix things up in morning.

    MORNING AT STARVED ROOSTER FARM, OCTOBER, 1978
    …George and Helen Richey, Norwich, Ohio— 8 hour drive from Toronto

    Before we awakened a bunch of mechanics crawled under our truck
    and used ‘bailing wire and binder twine’ fixed her up for the trip home
    on Sunday — therefore we had one day to enjoy and interview,
    to eat and tell stories about the fertile drainage basin of the
    great Missisippi River.

    Lionel Hofmeister:  “I remember standing on the banks of Missisippi around 1910 and seeing steam spouting from
    a dozen or more threshing rigs.  The soil was that thick and rich.  Today that rich black soil is washing away each
    season and no one seems to care.”

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    What Is Sorghum? 

    <object id="img" apple-inline="yes" style="width: 684px; height: 385px;" class="" data="https://alanskeoch.ca/wp-content/uploads/2026/04/20220919154911-1663705064668@2x.jpeg” type=”application/x-apple-msg-attachment”>So first things first, what is sorghum?

    “Sorghum is a plant that is part of the grass family, Poaceae. Because of its ability to grow and thrive in dry and drought-prone areas of the world such as Africa and India1, it is a primary crop in these places,” says Lena Bakovic, MS, RDN, CNSC, registered dietitian at Top Nutrition Coaching. As a result, sorghum is actually the fifth-most produced grain globally2and one of the most-consumed grains worldwide3

    The history behind this grain is also fascinating. Evidence shows that wild sorghum was first harvested by hunter-gatherers in the Sahara as early as 8,000 BC4, and it was first domesticated somewhere between 2,000-1,700 BC.

    ONE GRAND DAY WITH GEORGE AND HELEN RICHEY

    Our boys spent Saturday feeding the sorghum into the crusher that squeezed a thin stream of sorghum into a pail to be refined
    into molasses like product that was edible.  Maple syrup is better in my opinion.

    Ancient farm machines arrived, were admired — some worked — then were taken back to their home farms.  Most of the
    time we talked of times past.  About 50 people were invited.  Not a huge crowd. Really a special crowd.

    “Wild pigs down in the sharp valleys.  Keep dogs close to home, Alan.” 

    ‘ Then we had a harvest feast among George Richey’s collection of tractors all of which were working.

    I spent the day worrying about the trip home.  Would the driveshaft fall out on an American highway  on a Sunday afternoon miles
    and miles from home?  Our truck was fixed but would it last for an 8 hour drive?

    “Can you spare a bit of time, Alan — We would like to show you the BIG MUSKY — just a mile or so south of here.?”
    “Sure, but we have no fishing rods.”
    “Not necessary, anyway.  This is Sunday.  Big Musky sleeps on Sundays.”
    “Let’s take  a look.”

    What was George talking about?  

    Next Episode — THE BIG MUSKY OF EASTERN OHIO