Yes, it was literally a dam. One of the few old mill ponds in this part of Ontario that was still running into the 50’s utilizing water power for a grist mill. I had almost forgotten about the old mill, but we had been out for a crop dusting ride around the country, when we got to talking about the farmers getting the fields ready for planting. Then we passed by an old building that was used for a specialty store selling scented candles and porcelain dolls. The old building was, in a previous life, an old feed mill for the farms in the area. And then I recalled how many years ago, I helped my father take grain into the mill in Brussels.
It was on the muddy Maitland River in the town of Brussels. I have no idea exactly when the dam was constructed on the river, but I would think it was in or around the 1850’s at about the same time that the pioneer settlers established the village, and that was a good source of cheap power for the early flour and feed mill. It was built near the corner of present day James St. and Market St. in the town of Brussels, and it created a mill-pond, not unlike the picture I have on the top of my blog. This picture I have here was taken on a conservation area a few kilometres from the town of Exeter. However this dam was built much later, and it has a road over the top of the dam.
My mind is wandering again and now getting back to the dam subject in Brussels. I first became aware of the dam at a very young age, probably around eight or ten years old. As I had explained in previous blogs, we harvested the grain, and stored it in the granary for use later in the year. It was used for animal and chicken feed through-out the winter months. The chickens would eat the oats, wheat, or barley just as it was. But the grain had to be ground up for the pigs and cows. I know we had a small grinder on the farm, and it worked well, but only for small quantities of feed. When you had to feed the whole bunch of animals, then that was when the slugging started.
From as early as I can remember, all us kids pitched in and helped to take the grain into the grist mill for grinding. The grain was shoveled into burlap bags, which weighed in at about 100 pounds each, that’s about 44 kilograms, and loaded it on to the back of the old 1/2 ton truck that Dad had. The truck would hold about 12 or 15 bags of grain, so when everybody piled on to the back for the drive into town, the truck appeared to be going constantly uphill! It’s a wonder the suspension springs didn’t collapse.
Then the drive into town to the mill. I can’t remember the name of the guy who operated the mill at that time, but I’m sure someone will tell me. The truck was backed up to the loading dock, and then with all the little hands helping, the bags were unloaded and dumped into an elevator bin. If the machinery wasn’t running at the time, then that was the que for the operator to open the sluice door and allow the water to run into the power wheel and get all the belts and pulleys humming. I can remember running around to the back of the mill and watching the equipment running and the water falling over the power wheel. Of course, Dad would tell us kids to stay away from the water and not fall in. Never did fall, I think we were smarter than that. But I can remember how fascinated I was observing all the belts and pulleys, power shafts, and the bagging equipment all working in perfect harmony. If I close my eyes, and listen real hard, I can still hear all the sounds coming from that old mill. It sends shivers up my back! Just about all the equipment in use at the time was all made by hand, but it surely served its purpose.
After all the grain was ground up, and bagged, and then reloaded on to the back of the old truck, it was taken back to the farm for the animals. I never did know how much the operator charged Dad for the grinding job, but I’m sure it wasn’t a lot, even in those days. After the bags were unloaded into the barn, then it would be ready for dinner. That is, dinner for the animals. All this ground up grain was called ‘chop’, and it was fed to the animals. I don’t know why it was called chop, but it was mixed up with leftover skimmed milk, from the milking operation, and water to create a sloppy mess to feed the pigs or cattle. I guess chop rhymed with slop, and that’s just about as good as it gets. This event had to be done every week or two through-out the year. Just another slugging job that had to be done. We also had a small rolling machine, powered by a gasoline engine. The grain was shoveled into the roller, and it just sort of flattened out the kernel somewhat, to make it easier for the animals to eat the stuff. Some of the farms around the area had what was called a hammer mill. It was a much bigger machine, driven by the farm tractor either by a belt and pulley system, or a direct PTO (power take off) connection on the rear of the tractor. It would grind the grain up very good, and a hell of a lot faster than we could with our little machines. However, we never did have one of those machines as long as I had lived on the farm. Now-a-days, all the grinding and mixing is done at the big commercial mills, and trucked to the farming operation, where it is blown into large containers or silos, and is automatically fed by computer driven feeders, to all the animals. Not much slugging in those operations. More brain, less brawn, I suppose.