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 Bean farm clothes wringer Let's look at some old Bean household implements that turned up in Macy's barn along with the phaeton. It's pretty obvious what the first three are, but the last two...I haven't a blinking clue! Perhaps if you do, you could e-mail me (use the mail address on the Table of Contents), and we'll both know. Well, this first tool is simply an old wooden clothes wringer, as any fool can plainly see. I'm sure that many a shirt of William's passed through this device, and if you can imagine your finger getting caught between the rollers, you'll have a better appreciation for the old phrase "put through the wringer."
Bean farm hand cultivator I've seen a modern version of this implement advertised on television, although I don't recall the brand name--it could be something like "The Weedeater." This tool is a hand cultivator. One would plant that sharp center spike in the ground and then twist the whole affair around and around until whatever it was that you wanted rooted up was rooted up. It's a pretty simple tool for a simple job, but somewhat labor-intensive in hard soils or clays.
Bean farm sausage maker My favorite of the lot! William would have used this to make pork sausage. A length of pig intestines (thoroughly cleaned, of course, and soaked in brine) would be threaded over the nipple on the end. Then chopped pork and other ingredients would have been stuffed in the other end and forced into the casing by pressing the lever down.. One would make links by simply twisting the casing every six inches or so during the process. As I recollect, William's sausage was quite popular among the Centerboro gourmands, and it was even served at the Centerboro Hotel, Dixon's Diner, and the County Fair.

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Now, I am not at all sure what these two things are. Mrs. Underdunk thinks that the one on top might have been some kind of early iron, but I don't think so. It could have been a warmer of some sort, but an iron seems unlikely. The second item looks as though it could have been invented by some Vatican engineer for application in an inquisition by a torture technician, who could have used it on heretics up to 1816, when the infallible Pope Pius VII , then CEO of the Catholic Church, got around to officially disavowing its long-standing practice of torturing those individuals stupid or insane enough to even appear to stand in opposition to its teachings...but as to its real use, you got me!
Another view of the town water tower, this time seen from the New York Central station and yard just south of Centerboro. Although the bulls (i.e, the railroad police) insisted that we stay off the tracks, especially between dusk and dawn, the railyard was a favorite haunt of Centerboro boys and the occasional girl. Back in the old days, children didn't have malls in which to congregate or video and computer games to drool in front of, so we hung out in Centerboro's little municipal parks where we played baseball and sloshed around in the wading pools and places like "the yards" where we set world records for rail-walking. Petey M. once walked nearly two miles on a rail before losing his balance and falling off. We also found keen fossils in the crushed stone of the rail beds and enjoyed putting pennies on the tracks for trains to crush flat. The old station is long gone, but the trains still pass by.
C.H.S. '39 graduating class The C.H.S. Graduating Class of 1939, of which I am a member. We are gathered before the entrance of the Centerboro Free Library, known today as the Centerboro Public Library. The folks seated in the first row are Mr. Gridley (our principal), Mrs. Rafferty (President of the Board of Education), Mildred Pfetzer (Salutatorian) and Roger McMinnickle (Valedictorian). There are fewer and fewer of the class of '39 left to assemble at reunions, and I doubt whether anyone will be at the 2019 gathering. There were but 21 of us who managed to make the one in 1999.  Can you find me in the picture? How about Herb Garble? Petey Muszkiski? Louis Doberman? Adoniram Bean? Ella Tingley? What about Frederick Bean? That's a trick question, of course. You do not see Frederick Bean in this picture, because although he was a member of the class of '39, he never finished high school. As you may recollect, he quit school after being suspended from the football team for most unsportsmanlike behavior.
This is a photograph of a parade of Oteseraga County doughboys who managed to survive that "War to End All Wars" to march down the middle of Main Street, Centerboro in 1919. My father took part in this event, confident, I once heard him say, that nothing so awful as the war would ever happen again. I was born the following year, the first of a series of events to come which tended to pry him loose from that illusion.
Centerboro trolley This is the Main Street trolley that carried Centerboro residents from one end of the town to the other until 1927, I think it was. I can remember hitching a ride on the back of this trolley as a young boy. You can clearly see the tracks it ran on in the photograph above.
Tushville baseball team A snapshot of the town baseball team from Tushville which played the Martian team on Saturday, May 28, 1955. Mr. J. H. Kurtz, the manager, is the gentleman in the suit. Naturally, the story told by Mr. Brooks in his Freddy and the Baseball Team from Mars is not very much like the real events at all. As far as I know, the only other artifacts relating to this event still in existence today are the score card and the commemorative plaque. Oh, yes...there is also the baseball mitt you can view on my jackpot page. All other physical evidence of this contest was removed by either covert branches of the goverment (possibly) or (more likely) by the Martians themselves shortly after the game and just before they destroyed the newly built Nike-Ajax missle base near Tushville and left the area in their saucer.

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