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Topic: Sugarbeet MemoriesPosted: 03 October 2005 at 15:34 |
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Sugarbeet Production
In The Milk River Valley By John Overcast As the time draws near for the Sugarbeet Festival, we need to reflect on the industry that did so much for Chinook and the Milk River Valley. The Utah- Idaho Sugar Company built the factory in Chinook in 1925 and I was born on a beet farm in the valley in 1926, so I have many memories of growing sugarbeets as I grew up in the depression years. The Great Western Sugar Company contracted the beets from 1952 until 1978, so there are some farms that raised beets for 53 years. I believe it would be appropriate to select a king and queen from the farms that raised beets until 1978; we stopped in 1965 as we increased our cattle and raised corn and alfalfa on the land. During the first years the factory was here, all of the machinery was pulled by horses, even the wagons to deliver the beets to the beet dumps located every few miles along the railroad. By 1930, trucks started replacing the wagons and more of the beets were hauled directly to the factory. I can remember the first new truck my father purchased when I was seven. The first step in raising beets is preparing the fields for planting. During the early years, there was no commercial nitrogen to buy, a plant food that was needed. Every bit of barnyard of feedlot manure available would be spread on the land before it was plowed. Some would plant sweet clover the year before and plow it under for green manure. Next, the fields would be disked, harrowed and leveled. Leveling the land was very important, since a firm seedbed was needed and irrigation would be needed, sometimes to get the seed to germinate. Before the days of steel levelers, the farmers had to build what they called a "float." This was made usually out of wooden 2x12 blanks held together with steel rods. It would be about ten feet wide and sixteen feet long, with a platform for the man driving the horses to stand on. This would be pulled across the field in different directions to level and compact the soil. Next, the beets would be planted in rows, usually 22 inches apart. The first planters seeded four rows and later some would seed six. The planters would also apply the phosphate needed by the beets. This came in paper bags and would be poured into a separate box on the drill. A long steel rod attached to the planter would mark the center of the next four rows. The beets were usually planted in April with the farmers always hoping for enough rain to germinate the seed; if not, the fields would have to be irrigated to get the plants up. This created a problem since irrigation could cause a crust, which made it difficult for the seedlings to emerge. Heavy steel rollers would be pulled across the field to break up the crust. Sandy and sandy loam soils were better for beets because of this; the heavy clay soils would cause problems with the mud sticking to the beets and clods forming, which made the harvest difficult. The only seed available until about 1950 was in a round pod that often produced two or more plants which would wrap around each other and not form a good beet. Weather conditions could reduce the percentage of plants surviving, so it was best to plant seed enough to fill the row with seedlings. As soon as the row was visible, a cultivator was used to prepare the field for the hand laborers to thin the rows of beets. Before the days of Farmall tractors, this was done with a horse-drawn cultivator. The driver would sit on the machine, try to walk the team between the rows and use his feet to push on a mechanism to more closely keep the cultivator on the row. Tools fastened to the bars on the cultivator were a rotating disc set at a slight angle to leave a small furrow on each side of the row, knives that would cut off any weeds or grass growing between the rows, shanks with a diamond point to dig deeply and loosen the soil and shanks with a "duckfoot" or triangle-shaped blade to complete the removal of anything growing between the rows. The beets were now ready for hand laborers to thin them by crawling down the rows. Using a short- handled hoe in their right hand, they would chop out all but one beet every 10 or 12 inches, plucking out the doubles with their left hand. The beets would then be cultivated again to remove everything starting to grow between the rows. The laborers would use a long-handled hoe to remove any weeds growing in the row, going over the field two more times. The field would be cultivated one more time to make furrows between the rows for the irrigation water to run between the rows. Several irrigations would be needed to keep the beets growing until harvest, which was usually in October. In late September, the factory would accept just enough beets to keep the refinery going, waiting for the air to cool enough to prevent spoilage in the large piles. As soon as they would accept an unlimited tonnage, the farmers worked long hours to harvest as many tons as they could each day. There was always the possibility of a fall storm and an early freeze-up. In 1958, many acres froze into the ground and were never harvested. Before 1946, all the beets were topped by hand. Each worker would use a knife about 18 inches long with a pointed hook on the end. A beet lifter pulled by horses and later mounted on a tractor would loosen the beets, leaving them in place in the row. A man would cut the tops off of three rows at a time so that the tops would be in a row to his right and the beets to his left. Another worker topping the next three rows would throw the beets to his right, the end result being alternate rows of beets and tops, with room for a truck to straddle the row of tops without driving on either. There were usually four to six men in a crew, and they were paid by the tons harvested, so there was no loitering. When the truck pulled between two rows of topped beets, they would be there to throw them into the back of the truck box. Some areas used a large fork to scoop up the beets, but all I ever saw was picking up two or three by hand and tossing them over the side of the box. The truck driver would pull up about 20 feet at a time and often get out and help. It was really amazing how fast they could have five or six tons loaded. The workers would then pick up their knives and try to have another load ready when the truck returned from the beet dump. When the beet dump opened each morning, there would be a long line of trucks that had been loaded the night before, waiting to get weighed and unloaded. Each farmer had a number that would be displayed on both sides of the truck. The scale lady would record the number and the gross weight on a ticket and lay it aside until the empty truck returned and was weighed again. The truck would pull up a ramp either on the left or right of a hopper where the load would be dumped. Every truck had a hinged side door on both sides held shut by two short chains. The factory employee would hook a cable hoist to rings in the box and jerk the chain holding the back end of the side door. As the load began to tip, the truck driver would jerk the front chain and the load would fall into the hopper. As this was done, another truck would be pulling up the ramp on the other side. A belt would carry the beets up to where they would be bounced around to remove as much dirt as possible, which would fall onto another belt. The truck driver would stop under the end of the belt and the dirt would fall into the truck. A sample of the load going into the pile would be taken, cleaned with stiff brushes, weighed before and after cleaning, and that percentage deducted from the net weight; this was called the tare. The truck driver would usually shovel the dirt off into a low spot when he returned to the field. As soon as some of the fields were harvested, large bands of sheep would be trailed in to consume the beet crowns and tops left in the fields. After the feed in the fields was gone, the sheep would be placed in pens and fattened on a ration which was mostly wet beet pulp. This was what was left of the beets after the sweet juice was removed at the factory, and was too heavy and bulky to be shipped long distances. The company would sell it at a very low price, so this made it an economical livestock feed. Another by- product of the factory used for livestock feed was a black molasses, which was what was left from the beet juice after the sugar was removed. This was transported to the farms in barrels. The beet pulp was shoveled onto trucks and off again along the sheep pens. In later years, the factory put in a dehydrator and bagged the pulp blended with molasses. This made it more expensive since it could be shipped to a dairy many miles away. This curbed the sheep feeding business, but for years fat lambs were shipped east from Chinook by the trainload. During the first years that the beets were raised here, most of the hand laborers were Mexicans from California. They were migrant workers who would thin beets in California, drive to Montana for the spring work, ten back home to top beets and return for the harvest here. In the depression years, with a national unemployment rate of 25%, we started getting people from everywhere who wanted any kind of work. Over the years, in addition to these, we have had Filipinos, Indians, Afro-Americans, Mexican nationals, Japanese Americans relocated during wold War II and German war prisoners. Financing sugarbeet production involved a contract between the company and the farmers that gave the producers the right to pick up their seed and fertilizer in the spring and have it deducted from their initial payment in November. On the other hand, the farmers agreed to wait until the sugar was sold to receive all of their money; the final payment came more than a year after the beets were delivered. This was not so bad at a time when grain and livestock producers were shipping their products to market and the price was too low to cover the freight bill. The beet growers also received a payment from money derived from a tariff on foreign sugar. This was the only way we could compete with American-owned sugar plantations in Cuba and elsewhere where the workers received nothing but room and board for their labor. Today, the farmers in the Yellowstone Valley, who have a huge investment in equipment, may soon join us as ex-beet farmers because of recent trade agreements. The first machines to replace some of the back- breaking labor came in 1944. The Diamond beet loader (there is one on display down by the highway) would pick up the beets and elevate them onto the trucks. The only bad part of this was that untopped beets had to be moved to clear a path for a v-shaped drag to smooth the ground. The first successful beet harvester was built by the International Company in 1946. This machine topped the beets with a whirling disk ahead of the digger, bounced them around to remove dirt and elevated them onto a cart pulled behind the topper tractor. On soils that had clods of dirt, a picking table was mounted on top of the cart. Two workers would pick the beats and drop them into the cart and the dirt would be conveyed to fall behind the cart. Later, the Marbeet Company produced a harvester that did not require workers on the cart. It dug the beets first, then had a large wheel with spikes that carried the beets to the top, where they ran between two whirling disks. The tops fell onto the tumbling drums that carried them beyond the path of the tractor wheel and the beets were conveyed into a cart. Since then, machines have gotten bigger and better. While visiting in Michigan, I rode on a harvester where a semi truck and trailer drove beside the harvester and was loaded in a matter of minutes. The era of the short-handled hoe did not end until the 1950s, after the factory had closed. A segmented or single plant seed was developed and the Milton Company sold a planter that spaced the seed more evenly in the row. Hand laborers had become very scarce, so we began experimenting with a thinning machine. The Chinook area farmers were possibly the first in the nation to use these machines to thin beets since they were originally built to thin cotton plants. The machine had miniature hoes on spokes that whirled and cut out different percentages of the beets. We had always thought that it was necessary to have one plant about ever foot of row. The machine might cut out all the plants in four feet of row with the rows on each side of it having several plants a few inches apart. It didn’t look good, but by fall the thicker plants had used the plant food from the blank spots and tons per acre did not change. With better seed and the use of chemicals, very little hand labor is now needed. With modern technology, the farmers in the Billings area kept increasing their acreage, and in 1978 the sugar company said they would no longer pay freight on beets from our area; thus, the curtain was drawn on sugarbeet production in the Milk River Valley. The Blaine County Journal would like to thank John Overcast very much for taking the time to relate his memories and experiences in the sugarbeet industry. If you have some memories or experiences of your own to share from this time and place in Chinook’s history, give Ron a call or send it to him by snail or email. The email address is bcj_fischer@yahoo.com. |
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Posted: 17 September 2006 at 07:49 |
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John Overcast Sugarbeet Festival Grand Marshall The Grand Marshall for the 2nd annual Sugarbeet Fstival is John Overcast, whose family has been operating in the John Overcast was born on a sugarbeet farm in Paradise Valley 80 years ago, and still lives in the house where he was born. Sugarbeets helped get his family through the depression years, when it was nearly impossible to make a living with other crops or by raising livestock. A job at the factory put food on the table for many families at that time; indeed, raising sugarbeets was usually a family industry. Overcast recalls that his sister and he earned enough money thinning beets at an early age to buy their first bicycle. The Overcasts raised beets for the U&I sugar company until 1952, and then for Great Western until 1965, at which time they rented out their beet ground until 1978. Beets were raised on Overcast land for 53 years. After the beet business folded, the Overcasts increased their cattle herd and operated a feedlot where they wintered and fattened cattle. John’s wife, Cleo helped in many ways until she was stricken with M.S. in 1987 and is now in her 16th year at the Sweet Memorial Nursing Home. They both look forward to the time they spend together there each day. John still irrigates, bales and stacks hay, and feeds a small herd of cattle. RF |
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SUGARBEET MEMORIES
The Millard G. Gilbert Family By Elsie Gilbert Nelson
Our father heard about the U and I Sugar factory in Chinook; that motivated a trip to Chinook to spend some time to study soil composition and yields per acre for raising sugarbeets. He also wanted to check the kinds of fur-bearing animals for trapping, as that was his method to provide winter livelihood for his large family. Papa and two teen-aged sons, Charles and Andrew, came to Chinook from When they returned to Charlo they had pamphlets extolling Chinook and the U and I Sugar factory. My brother, Lewis, and I rode around on horseback to distribute those pamphlets to farmers in the area. Since the Chinook area passed muster with Papa, we loaded up for the move. We used our older car, a Willys-Knight with two jump seats behind the front seat, and the new Model T; one car would not hold all of us. Papa drove the Model T and Andrew drove the Willys-Knight. We older ones rode with Andrew. Andrew would stop and let Papa get ahead so he could speed to catch up. We called him "The Speeder" after that. We could save gas with both cars as one could turn off the motors and coast down hills. Charles rode our saddle horse, Ranger, from Charlo. Papa kept Ranger to use on his trap-line. We took our time on the road. Some of us slept in the cars and the others slept in a tent. The campground I remember best was When we reached Chinook there was a campground there. We set up our tent to stay in until Papa arranged for a home. We increased the population of Chinook by 13. A girl who later became a school-mate told my sister she thought we were gypsies as we filed out of two cars and we girls wore such bright-colored clothes. Papa contracted fall beet work from John Brummer. He furnished a small house for his workers. Besides, When beet harvest was over we went to The next year Papa contracted spring and fall beet work for Henry Bosch. His property was closer to the Finally, Papa was able to rent land to raise beets for himself. Some of us were, by then, in high school. We had to rent a place in town for us kids in high school. There was no bus and we lived too far away to walk. In buying fur, Papa found that the King place on Four family members graduated from The U and I Sugar factory must have been a stabilizing influence as three family members were born in Chinook: Iris, Kenneth and Gaylord. They were number 12, 13 and 14. Gaylord was called "The Caboose." All but four of the fourteen Gilbert children have been Lilly and I attended NMC, now All but three of we Gilberts, both male and female, found our mates in the Of the original fourteen six are now living. Elsie Nelson, Lilly Kretchmer, Havre; Quentin Gilbert, Acworth, Georgia; Iris Hay, Hood River, Oregon; Kenneth Gilbert, Chester, Montana; Gaylord Gilbert, Butte, Montana. Our parents, John, Andrew and Charles are interred in Sugarbeets Are Tasty Vegetables We ate cooked sugarbeets, about fist size, pickled and sometimes with butter. With butter they rival fresh sweet corn. We ate tops from small beets seasoned with vinegar; we preferred them to spinach. Mother put some sugarbeets in the bowl with pickled red beets making pink beets for us, otherwise we preferred sugarbeets. They were especially good by adding sliced onion. A U and I Sugar Valentine A lady friend of mine sent her husband who was in WWII a unique valentine. She filled a syrup bottle with Walker’s Deluxe whiskey, then wrapped it in a small U and I Sugar sack tied with a red, white and blue ribbon and a bow. He received his Valentine and he understood her message. Elsie Gilbert Nelson |
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Sugarbeet Memories The M.G. Gilbert Family
By Elsie Gilbert Nelson
We were living in At that time a Mr. Ziebarth brought the farmers and the beetworkers together. Papa took a contract and they were successful in earning enough to buy the Model T. After spending that much time in Chinook, Papa thought it was a progressive town, so decided to move to Chinook. We increased the population of Chinook by 12, and later by three more. Iris was born in 1926. She was She was born in Henry Bosch’s beet house. There were some small iris plants by the house that Mama tended. She thought Iris would be a pretty name for the baby girl. She had Brother Kenneth Maynard was born in 1929 in that little L-shaped white house across the railroad track. It was just two rooms then. Papa had rented it for Lewis and me to live in to attend high school. Mama came to stay with us when we both had the measles. She wanted to be sure we kept it dark in the bedroom to protect our eyes in the daytime. The Maynard in Kenneth’s name was another of my admired adults: cowboy movie actor Ken Maynard. In 1933, Gaylord Roland, whom Papa called “the caboose,” was born in the Hugh Keegan house. Lewis and I were boarding with the Keegans to attend high school. The house has since been torn down. It was also across the railroad track. There were two doctors in Chinook, Dr. O’Malley and Dr. Hoon. Dr. Hoon attended Mama for the births. We sometimes had Dr. O’Malley for illnesses. Papa contracted sugarbeet work until he could afford to rent land to farm his own. We kids, his crew, did all the beet work, spring and fall. Charlie, Andrew and Lewis raised sugarbeets when they grew up and were raising their families, but their kids didn’t do the labor. RF |
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Sugarbeet Memories Sue Ann Bales As a little girl, I can remember going down to the valley where Overcasts grew sugarbeets. My brothers used to work in the fields hoeing the rows and rows of beets. It was hard work hoeing those weeds, fighting the mosquitoes and tolerating the sun. Billy and LeVeda Overcast employed many high school students, who needed a little spending money, throughout the sugarbeet years. Walline M. Campbell
This is a little information on Lucille Nash. Lucille Nash weighed sugarbeets in the 1950s. she was a very hard worker, kept those truck drivers in line and was well-liked by all. My dad, Wallace Nash, worked in the fields till dark during beet harvest like everyone else. My sister, Diana, did the cooking, my brother, Bill, and I did the evening milking if Bill wasn’t at football practice. My mom, Lucille, was at the beet factory weighing the trucks as they came to unload. In October of 1957, we moved to town. I remember walking down to the beet factory with my dog and sitting with my mother. It was interesting, watching all the things she had to do. It is great to see the factory area being remodeled and the spirit of the Sugarbeet Festival taking place; also, it is wonderful when the Chinook all-class reunion has smoke coming out of the stack. These are great memories! |
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Posted: 17 September 2006 at 07:51 |
Sugarbeet Memories
By Kay Blatter
This story was told to me by Leo Moore. My Uncle, Gottlieb Blatter, moved his family to Chinook from One day, Uncle Gottlieb (we had trouble pronouncing his name, so we just called him “Uncle G”) brought his beet truck, a new International truck which he had just bought that summer, into Burgess Implement. This was the International dealer which was located where the statue of Charlie Russell stands today, just across the street to the west of the current location of the Library. Across the street to the east of Burgess Implement where the Library is now was the very large Chinook Lumber building, owned and operated by Thomas O’Hanlon. Monty Burgess was the father of Nancy Inman, and Gottlieb Blatter was the father of Tontella Maddox. Back to the story, Uncle G brought his truck in because something didn’t sound right in the truck’s rear end. Leo Moore told him to drive it into the shop and he (Leo) would check it out. The door of the shop faced east towards the lumber company. Leo closed the shop door and jacked the back end of the truck up so the wheels could turn. Monty Burgess had just had new overhead doors installed two days previous, and they had spent over half a day getting the weights adjusted just right so that the door would open and close easily. Leo told Uncle G to get in, start the truck and put it in gear while he (Leo) would get under the truck and listen to the rear differential. Now, you have to understand field conditions when hauling beets; it was wet and the truck left deep ruts in the field, so even though this was a rather new truck, the muffler had already been torn off. Due to the time of year, there were also frozen beets and mud stuck between the dual wheels. Leo yelled for Uncle G to rev the engine a little faster (remember the missing muffler), then yelled again to rev a little faster again. Soon after, Leo yelled for Uncle G to stop, but Uncle G thought he said faster yet, so he floored it. The truck had been inside long enough that the mud and beets between the wheels had started to loosen. Soon, the mess started to fly out from between the dual tires, and of course proceeded to demolish the new overhead door, knocking chunks and splinters clear across the street to the lumberyard. Needless to say, Monty Burgess wasn’t happy. |
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Pickled Sugarbeets Submitted by Elsie Gilbert Nelson and Iris Evangeline Gilbert Hay
Boil about 6 fist-sized beets, then put in cold water and peel. Cover with boiled pickling liquid: · 1/2 cup sugar · 2 cups water · 2 cups apple cider vinegar · 1 tsp. cloves · 1 tsp. allspice · 1 Tablespoon cinnamon Leave set, preferably overnight. Slices of onion may be added for those who like onions. Mother mixed sugarbeets and red beets to make pink beets. Use enough sugar to taste if red beets are used. Sugarbeets are also delicious when prepared and buttered like sweet corn. |
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The Sugarbeet Jive By Iris Evangeline Gilbert Hay
I’m sitting on the train with thoughts a bit forlorn Going to Chinook, A Sugarbeet Festival is being planned, they say I was born in a beet house, so I’m headed that way They asked for sugarbeet memoirs that are set to rhyme So I’m putting pen to paper, relating those of mine Sugarbeet work was for years our livelihood Not only did we hoe them, but they often were our food. In many states our Papa planted fields of his own His many kids provided him with a crew that was home grown Our parents learned by hook or crook Of a sugarbeet factory being built in Chinook So they loaded up belongings – which was mostly kids Then contacted beet growers and hired out his crew for bids Our housing was provided but was crowded to the hilt Eleven were born before me so I was 12th under Mama’s belt Mama used a long-handled hoe, standing up to chop with jive And we babies crawled behind her when we reached the age of 5 As mama chopped the standard whacks all day long upon her feet We crawled behind her thinning, leaving only the biggest beet There were no day care centers way back in that day Which put us under her care as we toiled to earn our pay If we weren’t in the fields working to earn financial dough We were back inside the beet house mixing biscuit dough On sunny days in the scorching heat We worked the fields in our bare feet In all those years that we did hoe Not one of us ever lost a toe Though we never lost toes, our feet were filled with cuts If they weren’t from hoe nicks, they were from stepping in the ruts Papa came to the rescue with his tobacco juice and cud He’d spit it on a sunflower leaf and tie it on us good Doctors then were few, with none on hand for inspection But with Papa’s chawed tobacco, we never had an infection From sunup to sundown, it was whack, whack, whacks And, Oh! What a strain on our aching backs Sack lunches were our only break But very seldom did we eat cake At the end of some rows, we could stop for a drink And twist from our necks and joints those painful kinks On the 4th of July we staged our own parade As Mama, bless her, prepared a bucket of lemonade We hade some firecrackers, although very few That we lit and set off, popping every round or two Then we’d resume our whack, whack, whacks Refreshed by treats of lemon drink and the fun of fire cracks As workers grew older, they pulled, piled and topped the row For beets must be removed from the ground before the snow Many youngsters missed school during the beet harvest grind To save crops from freezing while shirking their young mind As time marched on with beet hoeing years That it might someday end, we had no fears But behold, that day did come at last Now, sugarbeet growing seems to be in the past There was thinning, second and third hoeing plus irrigation for all With the beet pulling, piling and topping come fall We thank Chinook and the sugarbeet For providing employment so our family could eat There is a moral to this poem for everyone to learn As to personal responsibility and wayward youth concern If they’d let children work like we did then There’d be fewer joining gangs or landing in the pen For work does build character and skills And provides the means to buy shoes for them to fill I’d like to re-tune my metal hoe while I’m alive And whack out a song called The Sugarbeet Jive I’ve enjoyed relating this agriculture trade of yore But I’ll end this poem before it becomes a bore Yes, whack, whack, whacks and our aching backs Are now at rest from the foregoing facts And I’m here to tell you one and all That our family learned early to do the sugarbeet crawl |
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