My Grandfather’s (W.J. Sherwood Sr,) First truck was like this one.
By Larry Sherwood, July 17, 2013
My dad, Farley, sometimes told the story of Grandpa’s first truck. According to the History Book (Wheat Heart of the West-), ”In 1927 Will purchased a one-ton Chevrolet truck which could haul 65 to 70 bushels of grain. . .” (Author’s note – the truck would be overloaded most of the time since wheat would weigh between 1.9 and 2.1 tons – for those modern people that would be 1.8 to 1.9 tonnes L.S.) Anyway the rest of the story goes like this:
Grandpa arranged to buy the truck in Lethbridge so one or both of the boys, Farley (14) and/or Ralph (9) drove Grandpa to Barons by horse and buggy where he boarded a C.P.R. train to the city. He stayed overnight in a hotel and picked up the truck in the morning.
As you can imagine the arrival of a truck was pretty exciting for everyone. Anticipatng the arrival of the truck, the boys had cleaned out a stable in one section of the barn. They laid a couple of large fence posts across the front of the stable to prevent an accidental bumping of the wall so all was in readiness.
At this point it must be said that Grandpa was a very strict Methodist and was known for his clean language at all times.
Can’t you see it now, everybody keeping an eye out to the south and east for the dust cloud and ears cocked for the sound of the truck coming. It probably took the better part of a day since the roads were wagon trails and it was about 36 miles (about 58 km) and I doubt that he was able to average 10 mph (16 kph). Finally they spotted the dust and heard the noise of the engine. It was so exciting. The whole family was in the yard. The boys were ready to direct their dad into the stall they had prepared.
Grandpa entered the driveway and the yard going at a good clip. He sat straight and proud in the driver’s seat heading for the stall where the boys were pointing. He was probably a bit tired but he steered toward the stall. He pulled back in the steering wheel yelling “Whoa”, pulled back a bit harder and yelled a lot louder, “Whoa, Whoa”. The truck kept going. Finally in desperation he yelled as he yanked on the steering wheel “Whoa, whoa, WHOA you son-of-a-bitch WHOOAA!”
Fortunately the fence posts stopped the new truck and killed the motor. Apparently, everyone kept a very straight face and the scene was never mentioned in his presence.