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Following here is an article that was sent in to Best Of Britian Magazine.
3/13/2006
MY FATHER’S FIRST CAR.
By Brian Harris
It all started in 1943. I was 6 at the time and I remember it like it was yesterday. My Father was a skilled trades Plumber. He was age 39 with 3 children so he was not called up. I believe he was in the Heavy rescue, and after working his regular job, he would go the 30 miles up to London every night to help with bomb damage. He had a motorcycle at that time but it was not much good for carrying tools and repair parts. An Uncle of mine was called up and had a 1929 Austin 7 Saloon. He made a deal with my father for him to buy the Austin 7. I remember my Dad coming home from work at noon on Saturday and saying after lunch we are going to get the car. I was so excited I could hardly eat lunch. We walked about 2 miles to my Uncle’s house, we spent the entire afternoon trying to start it with no luck, I was so disappointed. Finally he did get it home and any chance I got, I would go out with him driving.
There were a couple of times that I remember him re-building the engine. He had galvanized buckets full of pistons, rods and other engine parts. He would simply just try each part one at a time to find one that fitted the best. I can’t remember him ever measuring anything. I remember he used a lot of oil, it seemed every time we went out he would be putting more in. He used to buy it in green 5 gall drums. I’m not sure what it was or where it even came from.
After the war, petrol was still in short supply, but every Sunday afternoon we would take the tools out of the car and put the back seat back in to go for a ride in the countryside. We lived in Bracknell, Berkshire, and would go to Henley on Thames, which was about 15 miles away. We would always stop at Tyford to watch the Express Steam train that went from London to Wales run through. Other times we would stop by some woods that we could explore.
Sometimes we would go down to Southsea and Portsmouth where my parents had friends. There was a very steep hill near Petersfield about ¾ of the way down. By the time we got to the top we would be boiling like crazy. It was no mistake that there was a Pub at the top of the hill. That Pub was always filled with vehicles with their bonnets up replenishing the radiators with water, and the men with beer.
There was a steep hill near our home. Going over it would save about 3 miles to the next town but it was always a challenge. We would approach the road from a tee junction at the bottom of the hill. Instead of turning to go up the hill my father would have to turn the opposite way and go down the road a ¼ mile, turn around and go like hell to try to get a good run at the hill. Most of the time we would make it, but if it was raining it would be a delicate balance between the throttle and wiper, with the foot to the floor there was no vacuum to operate the wiper and we could barely make it in first gear.
After WWII people wanted to get into car racing and most had little money to spare. The little Austin 7 was economically the best choice. One Sunday Dad said we are going down to the Splashes where they were having some Time Trials. We all loaded into our Austin 7, and came to where the event was being held. An official waved us in and my father followed his directions, and before we knew it, we were heading down stream to the next splash. As you can guess the official thought we were one of the competitors. Before we knew it we had water running in one side and out of the other, and a dead car stuck in the stream. The thing that sticks in my mind is the official carrying my mother to the bank. My brothers and I thought it was quite exciting to be in the competition. It took most of the afternoon before we got it out and going again.
It was not long before our family out grew the little Austin, and petrol became more plentiful. So my father brought an Austin 12 Tourer. It seemed so big after the 7. Us kids named it the flying greenhouse, it never did seem to have the magic that the 7 held. Unfortunately we have no pictures of Dad with his Austin 7.
While in my late teens my first car was an Austin 7 Special, which I remember trading in my HRD Vincent Rapide motorcycle for it. I Wish I had that motorcycle now!
My wife and I have lived in the USA since the late 60’s, and on trips back to the UK for visiting family and holidays, we would visit Steam and Car Shows that were on. At one Show about 10 years ago I saw an Austin 7 identical to what my father had owned. Seeing that car brought back the memories and about how nice it would be to own one. Since retiring 5 years ago, I found an Austin the same year and model as Dads, and had it shipped over here. Two years ago I started restoring it and have it now finished. It is a clone to my fathers. We have called it ‘Alfie’ after him. Looking at the size of the car now it is hard to imagine how we all fitted in it, Mum, Dad, us three boys and nearly always a girl cousin too. When we are at car shows over here everybody walks away with a smile on their face and remarks on how “ Cute “ the little car is.
Following here are a couple of articles that were sent in to Steam Traction Magazine, aka The Iron Man Album.
Article 1: Steam Story
2/24/03
Dear Editor,
I have been reading your magazine since coming to this country in1967. Here is a story that I thought you and your readers might enjoy.
I was born in 1937. I grew up in a small farming community 30 miles outside London, England. Although my parents were not farmers, I always worked on farms right from a very early age. I was always very interested in steam traction engines. There were still a lot of them around the farms, and on the roads. England did not have any oil reserves, but did have a large abundance of coal, which kept them running a lot later. Then came the war, which kept them in service even longer. During the war I vividly remember going outside at night and seeing a glow in the sky and flashes from the bombs falling on London. If it was cloudy or the bombers missed their target, then they would fall on us. Instead of collecting baseball cards, we collected bomb fragments. The bomb fins and pieces of the aircraft were prize possessions. In our area there were a lot of American service men who manned the A.A.A. guns. We always hung around them for gum and candy, as it was not sold in the stores during the war.
After the war there was a chronic shortage of manpower so they lowered the school graduation age to 14. In our town we had a few factories and one of them was a Boiler Manufacturing and Repair Company. I could not wait to start work there, as for years I had watched the men working with torches and rivet guns. I always thought what a neat job it was. I was hired there and the first job I had was torching up a boiler and a 200 H.P. Steam Engine, in a large saw mill. They were to be replaced with a 200H.P. electric motor. Another 14 year old kid and myself had fun on the boiler, but the engine was another story. This was a job for the men. They came in like peacocks and were going to show us kids how to get the job done. They had a large wrecking ball and for a day they dropped the ball on it with nothing happening except for a few faces getting red. I remember them dropping it on top of the flywheel and it bounced like a rubber ball. The next day they had us “Kids” back drilling holes for them to use dynamite on it. It is a lot of fun for a first job.
In the course of time I served a 5 year working apprenticeship with college at night school, finishing in 1957. For the next 10 years I worked in a mass production boiler shop. At this time, I was beginning to think about moving on and also wanted to fix up a Traction Engine of my own. Just about every scrap yard had several engines in them. All this changed because my wife and I had become friends with a couple working in England from the U.S.A. One thing led to another and the outcome was we ended up working and living on this side of the pond. I knew I would not be able to find a job boiler making in the Buffalo NY. Area, so I went into an unfired pressure vessel shop, I had a lot of interesting jobs there, but my preference was still boiler making.
Following my desires to have a Steam Tractor, I Started building a Half scale Burrell engine, which I completed in 1976. Taking this engine around the shows made me love Steam Tractors even more and by 1993, I had brought the 4 engines in the photos. They all had bad boilers. This warranted setting up a shop and getting ASME Coded to build new boilers. Over the next 5 years, in my spare time and with the help of my son, I made the new boilers and restored the engines. While I was coded I also built a boiler for the half scale Burrell. When it was originally built it had a model classification boiler. Which had a maximum pressure of 100psi and was not enough to run it properly. Now it has a 175psi boiler just like the others.
My wife and I have retired, allowing me a chance to finally write in about our engines. We brought a farm 12 miles from Niagara Falls. With the help of our son, we have stocked it with Steam engines and old farm related equipment. Last September we had our first steam up at the farm. With the help of a lot of our steam friends from all around the area, We threshed our oats and sawed wood. It was a lot of fun and hope to do it again. The pictures are of the Half scale Burrell. Which was completely fabricated using no castings. 1917 17hp Sawyer Massey. 1912 60hp Case. 1917 60hp simple double Reeves. 1924 60hp Minneapolis. And a group photo from the threshing day last fall.
Article 2: Boiler Tips
Over the years that Steve and I have been taking our Steam Tractors with new Boilers to shows, we have spoke with many people. Since the article ran in the September – October issue of Steam Traction, we have had some really great feedback and more questions about new boilers. Looking back at the most commonly asked questions, there appears to be some myths and misconceptions on the facts. Possibly this is from information being past down one or two generations and also a lot of the standards have changed since the boilers were originally built. Manufacturing methods and materials have evolved a great deal since the days when everyone drove Model T’s. I wanted to write down some of the facts and give back some hints for someone who is thinking of getting a new boiler manufactured.
I am retired and no longer building boilers or affiliated with other boiler shops. I have no bias either way. Many people ask me if I could recommend a good boiler shop. I would prefer to give some sound information and facts to allow people to make their own decision. The following items are documented in the ASME Power Boilers Manual which every Boiler shop has to follow. As well as normal manufacturing standards, practices and Requirements imposed by New York State Board of Labor Boiler Inspectors. For many readers this will be a very dry article. If you are thinking of having a new boiler made, then this could be very beneficial.
These are obviously not all the issues concerning the manufacture of a boiler. These are just the commonly asked questions and facts that keep coming up. Getting a boiler made is not something to just jump into. There are many things to be considered. The more informed you are the more successful you will be in getting a good new boiler.