I have been doing that and just minutes ago may be onto another one from an email tip
Yea, nobody has one in their backyard
Guy
There were oodles of sawmills throughout the Pines, at least six in Richland alone if the hoop-pole factory is included. Two were in my “backyard”: 1) Uncle Jenk Evans’ Model T-driven mill; and 2) the Lafferty diesel-powered mill. The latter was built (c.1935) during the Great Depression of materials scavenged from Harry Lafferty’s earlier Pancoast Mill that burned down during a Dust Bowl drought forest fire. Harry’s Richland product line was similar to that of the earlier Pancoast Mill product line (and that of an even earlier Lafferty Mitzpah mill): shingles, siding, lath, 2X4s, with a specialty in making 4’ featheredge (backing board for siding). Cedar shavings were used on our farm for poultry bedding since oak chip litter supported lice! Cedar chips were also strewn on bar, gas station, schoolroom, and general store floors.
When you wanted to build a house or chicken coop, you simply brought Harry a want-list, paying off each segment as you went through framing, sheathing, flooring, etc. Account settled and lumber for the next was released. Good logs were always hard to get. Pitch pine, shortleaf pine, and loblolly pine were the primary species used in that order, followed by Atlantic whitecedar. Oak had little value except for boatbuilding and blacksmithing (
i.e., wagon and truck carriages). Have you ever tried to nail a piece of oak, especially dried? Petrified wood. Uncle Jenk specialized in pignut hickory for tool handles and moving mechanical parts.
A sawyer worked in all kinds of weather, 6-days a week without vacations. Being a Welsh settlement, on Sabbath you sat on the porch. Work of any kind was forbidden on Sunday, a Sabbath literally enforced by shotgun. The mill closed a couple days for major holidays. Workers were paid by the hour, and there was no compensation for frequent injuries. Opium based laudanum cough syrup from the general store was medicine enough, later booze. They were a rough, tough bunch. Besides, who could afford a lawyer to sue?
I interviewed Harry’s son Irvin “Cricket” in 1999, and have much more documentation including a series of photos taken by a neighboring farmer during the 1950s documenting the operation. Cricket worked at our family feed mill in Richland. It’s another story ripe for documentation. Maybe if I get up an hour before going to bed…
Figure 1. Excelsior exiting a rear hatch at the back of the Lafferty sawmill, fine wood shavings used for packing glass (c.1950).