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Please use the links to the left to navigate our site. In the summer of 2005 I purchased a Frick model-"01" sawmill at a local sale here in Berkeley Springs, Wv. It was still set up on post under roof and had to be taken apart in sections, loaded on transport and hauled to my place. It was stacked under tarp for three months until I got time to start a project of putting it on a steel frame to make it portable. It was the first of September and the Cove Mills Old Farm Association "meet" in Warfordsburg, Pa. was the last weekend of the same. I didn't have much time but it had to be done. I had most of the structural steel to build the subframe so all I had to do was cut, weld, figure out measurements so the wooden frame of the mill would fit squarely on the sub assembly. I dug a couple of house trailer axles out of the junk pile, fitted them under the subframe with new tires, mounted the hitch and walla. Ready to install the Frick Sawmill. My Father-in law, Pete Mellott, was a sawyer almost all his life. I remember when dating my wife, back in the early sixties, how he would tell the many sawmill stories on a Sunday afternoon or a family picnic. After we were married I heard them over and over but never grew tired of him telling them. He told of how he and his young wife, back then, would "shanny" at the mill. For all those that don't know what that is, because it is probably before most of your times, I'll try to explain it. Back in those days some would throw up a board shack approximately 10'x12' out of rough lumber from the mill, usually second grade stuff. Slap on a tin roof, hang a plain rough lumber door on a couple hinges, throw in a cot or two, a stove of some sort to cook on. a small table, ususlly some boards nailed to the wall with a brace, the chairs and it is ready to go. Usually the wives would take turns at cooking at the camp and sometimes only one of the wives was up to that degree of torture. Then there were the stories of the time they sawed in what was called the "Narrows". I don't know exactly where that is , but it is somewhere north of US. Rt. 30 and east of Breezewood Pa. He would tell of how he would bank the fire in the steam engine, before leaving in the evening and have to be back at 4:30 the next morning to be sure he had "steam up" at daylight when the rest of the gang got there. When a mill was set up using steam power, it was essential to set the mill close to a stream, because water is the essential source that steam is derived from. It usually took one person full time just to tend the engine. Thus the word, "tender". A word more associated with railroading then saw milling, but the same word covers both. The tender had the job of "firing the engine". That's another one of those word phrases associated with steam power. He had to be in charge of the engine to be sure that there was sufficient steam pressure at all times to render power to the belt that turned the mill. Since the steam engines were a low horsepower machine it was very essential to get all it could deliver. He selected the wood from the mill sight, ususlly slab wood, cut it to a length that would fit into the boiler door and have a plentiful supply ready at hand near the back of the engine. Sometimes coal was used, if readly available. A constant eye had to be kept on the water sight glass to make sure that the water didn't drop below a certain level in the boiler and have ample water supply ready to refresh as needed. There was a tank that could be dumped into where plumbing on the machine would pump from there to the boiler. It was also his job to keep the engine well oiled. On the railroad that was a job all by ityself, called, "the oiler". OH!, I can still hear him tell those stories. You think he was the only one that could tell sawmill stories? Not hardly. He had many brothers, and nephews, and cousins and all those friends that were sawmill people. And to top that all off, they were all deer hunters to boot. "Imagine if you can"?
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