The End

I took this right at dusk as Big Boss and I were moving trucks around on the last day of harvest.

I took this right at dusk as Big Boss and I were moving trucks around on the last day of harvest. The elevator is in the background with corn growing nearly knee-high in the next field.

Of wheat harvest!

It was a much better harvest than the experts predicted and the harvest lasted 2 1/2 weeks for us.

We had a few breakdowns but nothing that a little grease here or a new part there wouldn’t fix! Yay!


A cousin of Big Boss’s had this postcard from circa 1909. BB’s grandfather was about 6 in this pic. It reads “Dear Mother, I’ve never sent you a post card so here’s one for your album. Chester’s first harvest watching the horses. He stuck to it clear through, but the water jug suffered. We will have some wheat. This is on Wm. Smith’s. I cut about 40 acres for him. It was god wheat, Chas.”

It’s always a stressful time of the year for farmers but also full of anticipation and excitement.  When you consider that harvests once spread out into weeks and weeks using huge teams of horses/mules to pull gigantic contraptions through the fields and requiring teams of men to make it all work, it’s a wonder that now the harvests last such a short time!  And…we plant hundreds more acres than our ancestors with much larger yields.

Three men manage the harvest now days…one on the combine, one driving the tractor which pulls the grain wagon and one driving the semi truck and trailer. A mechanic is on call, Big Boss runs back and forth moving the guys around (with my help at times), and a tractor is driven  right behind the combine…not literally but almost…working the ground up with a strip tiller.


Second from the left is Big Boss’s grandfather, CCSR, directly in front of him is his great-great grandfather, CCR and 5th from the left is his great-grandfather, CHR. No idea who the other men are but would guess neighbors? circa 1911 from my stash.

The old timers love to tell about the Old Days…when you got in line at the elevators and waited for sometimes hours to unload your wheat and then hurry back to the field.  During those waits, pranks were pulled, pop was guzzled, friendly conversations and tall tales flew and it was a general “festival” as the whole town was involved in the process.


circa 1912 from my stash

It’s not quite the same now as the efficiency of the elevators and trucks have cut the waiting time in half.  But the anticipation of how many bushels each field will bring precipitates lively arguments/bets/predictions among everyone who is involved.

So now that the wheat is all in safely and stored snugly, we can watch the wheat prices fall like a rock…  🙂

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1 Response to The End

  1. Great post. Fun to read and great pictures.


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