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Updated September 8, 2003
2003 Memorial Moment
Sunday Morning, August 19
Alan Heim

Sunday, August 11, 1974, was a hot, sticky Sunday afternoon, much like today. The Pennsylvania Colony Picnic was held at the Jacob G. Heim farm northeast of Dawson, at that time it was the home of my parents, Arthur and Lucille Heim.

I remember the day well. The area south of the house was mowed like a golf green. The tables were set up among the walnut trees that are now gone. At the business meeting, my father read a tribute to his grandfather Jacob, who had come out from Pennsylvania just a hundred years before, seeking land on which to build a house and raise a family, so that the sons who followed him could also be farmers, owning land. Three sons lived to adulthood, and it was Jonathan who stayed on the home place. Today, I have been asked to follow up on that story. But how could I convey what it is like to grow up in a house, on a farm, in which there is so much family history, all around. I will give some examples.

In 1893, Jonathan married Lousia Shafer, and to accommodate the new couple, the east wing was built on to the original breadbox shaped house. Louisa was a lady who liked "nice things", so Jonathan bought a very ornate parlor stove, or baseburner, as it was called. It required a high grade Pennsylvania coal, but it would hold fire all through a cold winter night.

In 1914, farmers were buying tractors, and Jonathan bought a tractor. It was a Moline Universal, and it looked like an over grown garden tractor. When the first one proved inadequate, he bought a better one. So while some little farm boys have a junked tractor to play on, I had two of them! One was sold for scrap in World War II, and the other went to a tractor museum in New Jersey. Family history everywhere!

Jonathan wanted modern lightening in the house, at a time when modern meant acetylene gas. An apparatus to produce the gas was installed in the basement, and connected to fancy light globes in the living areas. Turning a key caused a flint and steel device to make sparks, igniting the gas.

But there was one closet in a dark hallway to which Grandmother Louisa had to bring a lamp, if she wanted to search for something. One of her sons thought his mother deserved something better, so out of wire and tin he made an electric light fixture for the ceiling of that closet, using two dry batteries and a tin switch in the door frame, so that the light would work automatically. Yes, this was my Uncle Howard; later on he taught electrical engineering at Purdue University for many years.

Electricity really came to the farm with the "Delco System" --- a set of 16 acid filled battery cells that looked like big glass jars and a gasoline engine powered generator to charge them. I remember that system well --- the sounds it made, and how it would start up by itself, even when you didn't want it to! With the Delco came a few luxuries; an electric fan to cool the air, and an electric pump to draw water from the spring.

Then the hard times came to the farm, just as it came to the entire Midwest. The out buildings went with out the paint they needed; so did the house. The coal stove was stored in the basement - that is where I first saw it - and it was replaced with a wood stove. (After all you do not have to order wood from Pennsylvania!)

When the Delco batteries would not hold a full charge any longer, the electrical fan was stored in the attic, and the electric pump was taken out of service. The wires were cut, and the pipes rerouted to a hand pump in the kitchen.

This was the farm my father took over in 1930; four years later, he married Lucille Stratton, and the couple lived on the hope of better days to come.

So, it was good times and bad times; scarcity and abundance; triumph and tragedy. Dad died in 1982; he would have loved to be here today. I lived in Lincoln for 38 years. Now I have retired and come back to my child hood home, to see to its upkeep. I am going to do my best. History is worth preserving!

 

 
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