Built in 1893 the Hazen Bridge is located north of Mahomet, Illinois. It has been closed to vehicle traffic for at least twenty years. Amazingly, when a new bridge was built just slightly to the south the Hazen Bridge was preserved. The unusual thing about this bridge is the long approaches over a suspended wooden plank roadbed.
I can say from personal experience that crossing this bridge in a car got your attention. I have crossed a lot of bridges with a wooden plank roadbed, however the length of this bridge was unique in my experience. So while most of the old truss bridges are now gone I am glad that this remarkable example is still here. I took some photos there a while back and just got around to doing something with them.
I have the habit when on trips of taking pictures out the car windows. Not the best way to get a good image, however it is something to do. Out in the open farm country corn cribs make a good target. There are still a lot of them around, however most haven’t received much upkeep in many years. You would have to be in your 50’s to have seen a corn crib being used for what it was intended. And that was to store ears of corn until they were dry and ready to be shelled and taken to the grain elevator. That practice stopped in the 1960’s and corn cribs have been without much of a use since then.
The image above shows what around here was called a corn dump. I don’t see many of these around. And most of the ones I do see are like the one in the photo. Rusting away while still in place next to the corn crib that it once served. The Corn dump lifted the ears of corn to the top of the corn crib where the corn was directed by shoots to the bins on either side of the corn crib. I imagine it was a pain to have to climb up to the shoots when it came time to move them.
The metal grain bins on both sides of this corn crib are what has replaced the corn crib. They store shelled corn and usually have some means of drying that corn. Some people tried to adapt corn cribs to holding shelled corn, however that doesn’t seem to have worked out too well. Although I can see why it would be tried. I imagine some farmers had invested a fair amount of money in building a corn crib and didn’t want it to become useless. Unlike barns most corn cribs were not that old by the time that shelled in the field corn came along. The need for large corn cribs didn’t come up until yields increased greatly with hybrid corn in the 1930’s. And corn cribs were still being built at a fairly quick rate in the 1950’s and early 1960’s. Just in the small area that I grew up in I can remember a few large corn cribs going up just a few years before field shelled corn put them out of a job.
A lot of people who have no way of knowing better call corn cribs barns. However a corn crib is a much more specialized building than the traditional barn and has a different history. Hopefully here I have enlightened a few about corn cribs.
A while back I took some pictures in Villa Grove using a Holga lens for a digital Canon camera. I misplaced them on my computer and only just came across them today while I was looking for something else. Still this post is more about Villa Grove than about a lens. The image of above is of the old water tower in Villa Grove. To me at least if there is any icon for Villa Grove it is that water tower. The brick building in front was a library and then was the police station. Currently I believe it is slated to be torn down.
Villa Grove is a town of 2500 around 20 miles south of Champaign-Urbana IL. Villa Grove came to be the town it is today just after the start of the 20th century when the C&EI railroad decided to build shops there. The downtown and most of the older housing in Villa Grove came to be as a result of the C&EI shops. The shops closed down sometime in the 1950’s when the C&EI switched to Diesel power.
Villa Grove continued to have a healthy downtown up until the 1970’s. The building here was once a bank. I think it is vacant now. On this corner the City of Villa Grove once placed a Christmas tree in the middle of the street. When I was a kid it seemed like it was a tradition that someone would get drunk and drive their car into the tree. Once the Christmas tree crasher was said to have been one of the teachers at the local high school. Nobody seems to have taken this very seriously at the time.
The sign is off the Gem Theater, however it was open until recently and there is a possibility that it may open again. I can remember times in the 1960’s when people lined up around the block waiting to see a movie here.
This was Roy French’s barber shop when I was a kid. I probably got my first haircut here. I remember there was a box of toys and comic books for kids.
A typical residential street in Villa Grove. Most of the houses in Villa Grove are ordinary in size. There isn’t a section of the town where there are larger houses that the better off people lived in. Just looking at the houses Villa Grove appears to have always been fairly solidly middle or working class.
I decided to start the new year by reviving this blog. Since many of my old posts here were things about farming as I remember it as a kid growing up in the 1960’s I figure a good starting point is what I was reminded of while at the Parke County IN Covered Bridge Festival last fall. The photo is of an attachment that was once added to a tractor to pick corn. I remember my father using something like this back in the early 60’s. It could pick two rows of corn at a time. There was a shoot with a conveyor in the back that moved the corn to a wagon attached to the rear of the tractor. I remember the tractor that my father used was a John Deere. When the wagon was full he would use another tractor to pull the wagon to where it would be unloaded. I remember that the tractor he used for that was an International Farmall like the one in the photo.
As I remember the wagon he used looked exactly like the one in this photo. I saw both the wagon and the corn picker in a building that was part of the attractions at the CBF. I ended up converting both images to B&W because the lighting in the building made a horrible color cast that I could not get rid of. Today this the corn picker and especially the wagon look like ancient history even to someone like me who remembers when they were commonplace and state of the art. And I imagine they seemed like a wonder to farmers who grew up picking corn by hand. Still even with these aids corn harvest was a long process. I remember that in the fall harvest occupied all of my father’s waking hours for weeks at a time.
Once the corn was picked it was placed in a corn crib. Corn cribs are often identified as barns, however they were a specialized structure used for the purpose of drying and storing corn back in the days when corn was harvested as a whole ear, instead of being shelled in the field as is done today. There was a conveyor called a corn dump which went to an opening at the top of the corn crib. The corn was raised to the top of the corn crib and then directed by shoots within the crib to the bins within the corn crib. So all of this was quite a bit of work. Picking corn two rows at a time, then taking it to the corn crib and dumping it. The corn crib in this photo was one of the last types of corn cribs to be built. I actually remember it being built in the early 60’s. It was only used for a few years until it was made obsolete by corn pickers that would shell the corn in the field.
In one of my old blogs I described in some detail the process of using a corn crib as I remember it. I don’t think that post is online anymore. Hopefully I can find that post and recreate it here. Today when I see the huge combines and trucks that make fast work of harvest I wonder how primitive the harvest of just what seems like a short time ago must seem.
So here is this blog alive again. Looks like I haven’t posted here in over two years. As some may know I have been doing a photography blog, however I have been getting a renewed desire to do a more general blog. Maybe I will even offer some opinions which is something I have been avoiding for a while.
While looking at an old paper from October 25, 1975 I saw an article about Cub Player, Billy Williams, being traded to the Oakland A’s. The main thing I noticed about the story is that it said that Williams was happy for the trade because it meant that he had a chance to be on a pennant winner. Oakland had won just won its third World Series in a row so William’s optimism was well-founded. Still as it worked out Oakland failed to win a pennant in 1975, being swept by Boston in the ALCS. After that, Oakland did not reach the World Series again until the late 1980’s. Williams was long retired and in the Baseball Hall of Fame by then.
The lighter side of the road in the photo is one of the few parts left of what was one of the original hard surfaced roads in rural Champaign County. The road was built in the 1920’s as part of a project to connect all of the towns in the county with hard roads. At first there was no asphalt side as seen on the right. Instead when a vehicle meet another each would have to partly get onto the softer shoulder. I imagine that this road was somewhat of a marvel in its time. Before these roads travel could often be difficult because of mud. It seems that in the days of horse travel that people could cope with this limitation, however once motorized vehicles became common they no longer wanted to be limited by the mud seasons. Now these roads were not happily greeted by all. There were often major protests against these roads in the rural areas. Many foresaw correctly that these roads would help to forever change rural communities. Some also didn’t like the fact that the roads would be difficult for horses which were still important in the agriculture of the time. Still as happens most of the time enough people were enthralled to the idea of progress to make these hard surface roads inevitable.
When I was a child this road was still called “the hard road”. Sometimes this seemed funny to me since by my time most all the roads were hard surfaced. One odd thing about this road is that even after the asphalt part was added, most people still drove on the concrete part no matter which way they were going. When you would meet another car you would yield to the asphalt part if that is the side that you should have been driving on. I can remember that there was sometime a bit of drama about who was going to yield, however I never heard of any accidents. I remember this was still the practice when I first started driving in the 70’s. Sometime in the mid-eighties this road was resurfaced into a conventional two lane road between highway 130 and 45. The remnant in the photograph survived because the original road took a less direct route to 45 passing through Pesotum first. I would say that the people here got pretty good value out of these roads. Most of them remained in decent shape for over 50 years. Anyway if you ever come across a stretch of road that looks like the one in the picture you will now know what you are seeing.