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Hollow iron is still heavy

I spent a few hours this weekend working on tearing apart the cane mill in preparation of restoring it.  Some folks like the old rusted iron look and, too a degree, I do too, but when it comes to something I am going to use to make food, I think I would rather have it cleaned up and protected.  Plus, I got to buy a sand blaster so it’s legit.  Anyhow, I used lots of PB Blaster, an amazing rust buster, and delicately tapped on various pieces until they loosened up and came apart.  I was surprised to find out that pretty much all of the mill came apart which is fortunate because it weighs a ton!

03_12_2013 009 Cogs on the Chattanooga Plow Company cane mill

So, to make sure it makes sense, I’ll describe how it works.  Basically there are three rollers that are joined by large metal cogs at the top. The  largest roller has an iron shaft that extends above the mill to which I will attach a long pole.  In this case, The Chattanooga Plow Company numbered the mills according to how long the pole should be for proper leverage.  In my case, I need a 14 foot poll to go with my Chattanooga #14 mill.

The top of the Chattanooga Plow Company cane mill

So, I will attach a mule (like my wife and kids) or a horse or even a 4 wheeler to the pole.  The beast of burden will walk in circle turning the main shaft which will, in turn, rotate the other rollers as well.  The rollers are spaced about 1/8th to 1/16th inch apart.  Sorghum canes are fed into the gap.  The rollers rotate and pull the canes into the mill and crush the stalks releasing the juice inside the canes.

The hollow main roller of the Chattanooga Plow Company cane mill The base of the Chattanooga Plow Company cane mill

So, luckily the mill comes apart which makes my restoration much easier.  I was surprised to find out that the largest roller was completely hollow.  It will still more than I could lift so luckily my main mule wife helped me get it off the mill’s base.

The Chattanooga Plow Company cane mill disassembled and ready to be restored

I bought a sand blaster this week and was surprised how cheap they actually are.  Now that I have the mill apart, I plan to try my hand at sand blasting.  I also have another plan in action to remove rust also.  Abigail and I are doing a little science experiment to find a chemical method to remove rust also (more on that another day).  Depending on how that works, we may go that route instead, mainly because…well…science!  Hey, science has ways to make lifting heavy stuff easier too, doesn’t it?

My cane mill/sorghum stuff

To the woods

Abigail and I went to the cabin this weekend to do a little work on the place. We started out by planting onions. I like onions so we started with 60 sets. Abigail loves to get dirty and Emily hates it when she does, so it was a perfect opportunity since it was just the two of us. I emptied a few new bags of soil and a bag of manure (yeah, I bought it…I hope some neighbors will help me out with some next time around) into a raised bed we made. Abigail helped me space them out and we got as much dirt as we could under our nails.

Working in the dirt Working in the dirt

After we licked our fingers clean, Abigail wanted to take a walk into the woods. It was such a beautiful day, how could I refuse a walk in the woods? We started down a path we hadn’t walked before and found a really great log down on the ground for sitting. We decided to sit a spell. It took a few minutes, but after a bit, Abigail stopped rustling around and it got really quiet. She commented how quiet it was in the woods. It was nice…she turned back to the woods and just sat and stared over the holler without another sound. I suppose we sat like that for 10 minutes or so. Eventually, we got up and spotted a deer trail off to one side and decided to follow it in to the woods.

A bleached turtle shell Sitting a spell

We stopped again when Abigail spotted a hole in the ground. It was right where the deer trail went so it was easy to find. We stood still for a second and heard running water. There wasn’t a stream to speak of, but we heard running water down in the hole I suppose we discovered a spring though we never saw it come out anywhere. It didn’t matter…we had already cleaned our fingernails anyhow!

Mystery tree with silver bark Queen of the lichen rock

We continued on and spotted a small standing pool of water and another spring and an old bleached out turtle shell. We watched a pileated woodpecker for a few minutes and sat a few more spells on a couple of rocks. We saw some really cool trees that looked like birch trees but they were a a lot larger than any birch tree I have ever seen. We talked and picked out our favorite lichens. I must have brushed up against something on our walk as I now have a rash over my entire body. It’s just the price one pays I suppose. It was well worth it to have this great opportunity to spend some time with my daughter when she told me she wanted to go to the woods. It just doesn’t get any better!

Chattanooga Plow Company

So over the weekend, Emily and I went on a road trip to Pleasureville, KY.  Thumper told Bambi what his Mom had pounded into his head, “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say nothing at all”.  In regard to Pleasureville, KY, I will follow the Thumperian Principle and let you visit sometime to make up your own mind.

Chattanooga #14 cane mill
Chattanooga #14 cane mill

Anyhow, back to my main purpose…let me give you some back story… Sorghum is a plant native to Africa that was first raised in the United States in 1853 or so.  Much like sugar cane, sorghum cane has a sweet core that can be pressed and boiled to make sorghum syrup (some people call it molasses or sorghum molasses.  Molasses is technically made from sugar cane only).

Chattanooga #14 cane mill
It’s huge…rated as a 2 heavy horse mill. It weighs 1158 pounds

It was commonly grown on farms in the south where sugar cane wouldn’t thrive (i.e. the mid-south) so families could have access to sweetener.  Anyhow, as family farms declined in number and as artificial sweeteners grew in popularity and cheap labor (I read this as large farm families) became less accessible, sorghum fell by the wayside.

Chattanooga #14 cane mill
Here it is getting gas in KY

There really isn’t anyone making sorghum presses, at least not in the old style, so the only ones left are 100 or more years old.  There are a few old cane mills left but they are becoming more and more scarce as old-timers pass away and old farms rot back to the land.  There are a few people still willing to turn loose of an old cane press they have laying around, but it is hard and expensive to find them.  That brings us to our trip to KY.  We bought an old sorghum cane mill made by the Chattanooga Plow Company from a guy who had one there.

Chattanooga #14 cane mill
Can you tell how huge this thing is?!

I have another bit of info you didn’t ask for but I am going to tell anyhow…Chattanooga Plow Company  made plows and basic cast iron farm equipment and was a very large producer in the mid to late 1800s.  They were bought by International Harvester when it appeared John Deere was going to get into the harvester business.  JD had been absent in that market while focusing on plows and similar implements.  When IH got word that JD might be getting into harvesters, IH decided to get into plows.  (Read a really interesting history here).  So, ultimately, my cane mill is in the International Harvester family.

I also have bees, as you may know, so you could say I have a thing for sweets.  What really made me think about raising sorghum though, is a recent article in Mother Earth News (here’s the article).  Basically, as folks long to understand old ways and to eat natural food or produce their own “stuff”, sorghum has enjoyed a bit of a revival.  I read the story in Mother Earth News and read a bunch more online and was hooked on the idea.  Getting started in any new endeavor can be a problem if you do not have folks around who understand how to do things, like, say, grow and process sorghum.

Chattanooga #14 cane mill
I just can’t get over how big it is!

I am very fortunate that Granny Sue, my neighbor, used to process sorghum on her farm and the man who originally owned both her land and mine, also ran sorghum.  I think this new project was meant to be!  I have a few months to restore this old cane mill while our sorghum grows, and I will be sure to keep you up to date on that process.  I hope some other folks in the area will plant sorghum so we can have a regular old fashioned sorghum cook-off.  I think that’s a big part of the old ways too…doing thing as a community.

My cane mill/sorghum stuff

Married couple roadtrippers

When we were in college, we were pretty poor. Neither Emily nor I had a car and most of our friends were car-less as well…at least until the end. Anyhow, we didn’t really get a good chance to do road trips, that special rite of passage among college kids. There were a few occasions when we could borrow a car but mostly we just hung around campus. We had a really cool group of friends so I don’t think I ever missed road tripping. We just had too much fun where we were.

Anyhow, Emily and I are going on a road trip tomorrow. I can’t tell you why yet because that part is top secret. It’s probably a lot more exciting for me than for anyone else, but I like the mystery of it. I can tell you we are road tripping to KY though…to a place called Pleasureville. Honest, it’s all on the up and up. Pleasureville is a town, not a business or anything like that..I swear! I am buying a huge piece of cast iron from a guy in Pleasureville so I can do an old-timey thing this summer/fall. Oh boy! See, I can tell the suspense is killing you!

A hint - from the Library of Congress
A hint – from the Library of Congress

Anyhow, we got a new spare tire for the trailer and I even dug out a car jack. You see, this piece of cast iron weighs almost 1200 pounds so a flat tire would not be trivial. I figure we will stock up on pretzels and soda before we go. The car is loaded with music appropriate for a day-trip. I am so excited to head out tomorrow and goof around with Emily. We will get to relive to college experience we never had! I’ll let you know how things go and if all goes well, I’ll be able to show you pics related to our next big project!

Superior rating

I have been remiss in writing about a significant event that took place last weekend.  Isaac plays in his school’s jazz band and they had a regional band competition and rating.  I had a certain expectation of how the middle school band would sound.  I mean, I have heard Isaac play a lot at the house, but getting an entire band to play together is another thing…and middle school kids…well, they aren’t always known for their attentiveness to detail.

Jazz band kid

We headed to Huntington to one of the high-schools  where school bands had been playing all day.  Band kids are super cool and mostly a lot of fun to hang around, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to spend my day sitting in an auditorium listening to a bunch of hormone fueled kids screeching out jazz tunes.

I couldn’t believe how wrong I was about pretty much all of my assumptions.  I still think band kids are really cool, but I had no idea how awesome they could play a huge variety of jazz tunes.  Most of these kids had only been playing 1-2 years but to hear them, you would think that they had been playing since way before puberty.  Anyhow, their music speaks for itself so without further adieu:

Song 1

Song 2

Song 3

Song 4

Extra points to anyone who can identify the names of the songs!  I am so proud of all of these kids.  They did one heck of a good job and all of their hard work definitely paid off.  They were given a superior rating, the highest rating possible!

A few stories

My Grandpa was a great story teller and story maker. I have so many thoughts and memories but a few are particularly funny to me…

Me With Grandpa
Me With Grandpa

At the funeral, the preacher told a story about the time he and my Grandpa were preparing for a meeting at the church. A bat flew from the belfry and into the meeting area. Both men grabbed brooms to swat the bat from the air. One of them finally got it and the preacher was about to set the bat under-foot. Grandpa told the preacher to wait a second as he went to gather a pair of gloves. His plan was to set the bat free outside rather than mash an innocent creature. He held the bat up and showed the preacher his big wings and cute little face. The preacher only wanted him gone so Grandpa took him out and returned a few minutes later. When the preacher asked Grandpa what he had done, he replied that he had released the bat…down the street in front of the Presbyterian church!

Another time, there was a neighbor how had a rooster that crowed every morning (and all day too as roosters tend to do) and drove everyone mad. When that neighbor moved, everyone was delighted with the possibility that they may be able to sleep in a bit. Unbeknownst to the remaining neighbors, Grandpa had recorded the rooster and had a speaker set up within a few days. He resumed the morning serenade for awhile to the delight of…only him!

My Grandpa always had a garden in which he spent a great deal of time. Groundhogs invaded one year so Grandpa strung a live 120v line around the perimeter and electrocuted a groundhog or two. Thinking he had cleared the area of the offending beasts, he declared himself the victor. Paying back for the rooster, the neighbors stuffed a groundhog and placed him in the middle of the garden. Grandpa retrieved his .22 rifle and shot the groundhog thinking he would solve the problem once and for all. The groundhog statue remained strong for the next several shots. I think Grandpa probably had his shooting confidence shaken with that episode. He finally figured it out and no doubt, payed everyone back.

One of the best stories is how he tamed a chipmunk…told here.

also Snowmobiling

and When he was young

There are tons more stories but I think one of my favorite lines relates to that time in life when my brother and I were learning to cuss.  Thinking that we would show-off or try to impress Grandpa, he shared our new-found vocabulary.  He calmly replied that he was impressed but that those were garage words and could only be used there.  That wasn’t quite the reaction we were expecting I am sure but it put us in our places!

The Family
The Family

It’s hard to summarize all of the funny stories in a meaningful way and you may not be as amused by them as I am. Maybe it would help to drink a cup of Sanka before reading. Grandpa drank Sanka every day and I am sure it ran through his veins. Funny how even that word, Sanka, will always mean Grandpa to me.

My grandpa

Last Saturday, my grandpa passed away.  He was 98 years old and a true gem.  I am posting his obit here but will likely write some more over the coming days.  His funeral was Wednesday and, as much as I miss him, I was delighted to hear stories people told about my grandpa.  He was a character and a great man.

WISE2 Wise3a

Homer Glenn Wise, 98, of Tionesta, died Saturday, Feb. 16, 2013, at Oakwood Heights (formerly the Presbyterian Home), Oil City.  He was born March 25, 1914 in Clarion, son of the late LaVern B. and Edith (Hoover) Wise.  On April 3, 1935 he married Florence B. (Gardner) Wise in Pittsburgh. His loving wife died on  March 21, 2003, after nearly 68 years of marriage.  Glenn and his wife owned and operated Wise Sunoco of Tionesta (now Greathouse Body Shop)  until 1959. He and his wife also ran a concession stand at the Tionesta Dam along with Wise Boat Livery where he sold boats, motors, chainsaws and accessories.  He was a foreman for 20 years at the Evenflo-Crator Manufacturing Plant in Tionesta retiring in 1978. He then went to work for the Forest Hardware also of Tionesta.  He was twice Past Master of Olive Temple Lodge #557 Free and Accepted Masons of Tionesta.  He was also a member of the Coudersport Consistory and Scottish Rite. He was one of the founding members of the Tionesta Volunteer Fire Co., and was a search and rescue scuba diver.  Glenn and his wife were devoted members of the Tionesta United Methodist Church where he held many positions.  Surviving are his daughter, Janice Patterson and her husband, Fred, of Tionesta; four grandchildren; five great-grandchildren; three great-great-grandchildren; and several nieces and nephews.

In addition to his parents and wife, Glenn was preceded in death by a daughter, Betty Mellon in 1992; a grandson, Jonathan Patterson in infancy; four brothers, Mervin, Hobart, Elmer and Stanley Wise; and five sisters, LeVera Reynolds, Ethel Wolfe, Grace Startzel, Blanche Wise and Doris Cooper.  Friends will be received from 2 to 4 and 6 to 8 p.m. today at Norman J. Wimer Funeral Home of Tionesta. A funeral service will be conducted on at 11 a.m. Tuesday at the Tionesta United Methodist Church with the Rev. J. Mark Hurst, pastor of the church, and the Rev. Bruce K. Merritt of the Nixon United Methodist Church of Butler, PA., co-officiating. Burial will occur at Mt. Collins Cemetery, Tionesta.

The romance is still alive

We have been married for 18 years.  I don’t want to say we are post-romance but things are definitely different than they used to be.  The last few years, I have gotten Emily some interesting gifts.  I guess I just figure that we ought to get practical if we are going to be forced into consumerism.  In recent years, I have gotten Emily a muffin pan, a vacuum and a frying pan.  We needed each of those things so I naturally figured that there was no better way to show how much I cared than to give something we need.

Ice cream cake romance

For some reason, Emily doesn’t see it that way.  Anyhow, this year I decided to express my affection in a different way…Emily loves ice cream cakes from Baskin Robbins (and nowhere else) so I got her a cake all for herself.  We also lost our local source of Smucker’s apple jelly.  There is no apple jelly like Smucker’s so I ordered a six-pack online and had it shipped.  Here’s where I get extra credit…I ordered both gifts before Valentine’s day!  Anyhow, I think I hit it on the head this year.  What do you think?

Shrove Tuesday

When I was a kid, I remember my Grandma talking about Shrove Tuesday and Ash Wednesday, Maundy Thursday and Good Friday.  I always thought it was pretty cool that some days got special names in the lead up to Easter.  I never really knew where the names came from but I loved to hear my Grandma say them.  I have no idea why I remember her talking about the special days leading up to Easter, but it just stands as a really cool memory I keep.  Before I forget, she also used to pronounce April as Ape-rile. I can hear her talking and using all of those various words!

Anyhow, for some reason tonight, as I was thinking of her, I decided that after 41 years of not knowing what Shrove Tuesday or Maundy Thursday meant, I decided to look them up.

from wikipedia:

The word shrove is the past tense of the English verb shrive, which means to obtain absolution for one’s sins by way of Confession and doing penance. Thus Shrove Tuesday gets its name from the custom for Christians to be “shriven” before the start of Lent. Shrove Tuesday is the last day of “shrovetide”, somewhat analogous to the Carnival tradition that developed separately in countries of Latin Europe.

and

Maundy Thursday (also known as Holy Thursday, Covenant Thursday, Great and Holy Thursday, Sheer Thursday and Thursday of Mysteries) is the Christian feast, or holy day, falling on the Thursday before Easter. It commemorates the Maundy and Last Supper of Jesus Christ with the Apostles

I also learned that Maundy means foot washing.  I really hate anything related to feet so I am out on Maundy Thursday.  Shriving doesn’t sound like much fun either although shrovetide is a really cool word.

The lifeblood
The lifeblood

I decided to go with the other name for today…Fat Tuesday which comes from the French which comes from the Latin for “act like a fool and eat a lot of crap you know you shouldn’t”.  Yes, that sounds much more up my alley.  Today, I decided to honor the fine tradition of Fat Tuesday.  I have had 4 donuts, 3 liters of Mountain Dew, 5 Cadbury Creme eggs and a small piece of chicken (because it was doused in spices and stuff).

egg.jpg

Come to think of it, maybe I do need to shrive a little…I shrive that I have eaten very badly today and that it was probably not the best idea…tomorrow I will need to find absolution…from my stomach!

The importance of pudding and its perfect state

Pudding is one of those things that is a real delight and one that I do not enjoy often enough.  I worked pretty hard on a few things this weekend and I took a couple of ugly falls, climbed under cabinets for a few hours and even broke a fingernail.  As always, I had to harass Isaac a little also, and with his size nowadays, that is no small feat.  So, as I browsed the pantry the other night, I saw, peeking around the box of saltine crackers, a package of french vanilla cook-and-serve pudding.

Pudding is love! 12_25_2012 131

Now truth be told, there is nothing finer than made-from-scratch vanilla pudding (like we put in creampuffs), but barring the real thing, I am pretty happy to make it from a mix.  Here is the important part though…I only eat it when it is hot/warm and it is best with the lumps and skin that develop.  The skin turns instantly nasty when it gets cold, so I am not talking about that skin.  No, the warm skin and lumps are the ones that make pudding perfect.

Pudding is love! Pudding is love!

I mixed up a 6-serving box right before bed and ate half of it, making sure to scrape the bottom of the pan to get the lumps.  Emily and the kids will eat the cold pudding later…eeewwww.  Anyhow, with all of my bumps and bruises, it was just perfect and just what the doctor ordered.  Pudding fixes things, my friends.  It’s sort of magical and the real magic is in the lumps!