Back when I was a kid, there were 4 sawmills within walking distance of my house. Us kids had to walk past Stapely’s sawmill on the way to school, and they had a really neat millpond dug out for water to feed the twin steam traction engines that ran the sawmill.
This millpond was just about the perfect size for a good hockey rink, and the benefit that it had over all of the local lakes was that it was only about four foot deep, so if you did manage to fall thru the ice (as boys are known to do) you damned near froze to death, but at least you didn’t drown.—So, skating on the millpond got the nod of approval from our parents.
The mill had an absolutely huge sawdust pile, right beside the millpond. I remember it as being 80 or 100 foot high. We were all repeatedly told by our parents “Don’t slide down the sawdust pile!!!” We did anyway, if we thought no parents were looking. (it was a great, fast, ride.)
Like all sawdust piles, this one was always burning deep inside, from spontaneous combustion. You never seen flames on the outside, but if your feet got cold playing hockey on the millpond at -30 F, all you had to do was take an old slab and dig into the side of the sawdust a couple of feet and stick your feet into the sawdust. After 5 minutes your frozen toes would be warm as toast. Now mind you, there were no flames or burning a couple of feet below the surface. We weren’t crazy. But on a day when it was -30 outside, it would be about +75 two feet below the surface.
One day my cousin Wayne and I were out tooling around on the rink, and Wayne’s feet got cold, so he grabbed an old slab and started to dig a foot warming hole, right at the base of the pile. He had picked up a longer than usual slab, and dug a couple of feet deeper than we normally did.
Suddenly, with a great belching roar, the entire side of the sawdust pile caved in right in front of us!! The sawdust pile had this huge glowing crater inside of it, that looked to us 12 year old boys like all the visions of Hell that they used to feed us at the local Sunday school!!!
The inside of the cavern was black as the devils soul, and all studded with glowing coals. We got one horrified look before it sucked in a great breath of oxygen from the outside air and burst into flame.
We both jumped back away from the sawdust pile (as quickly as you can with ice skates on anyways) and beat a retreat to a safe distance. Neither of us were burned, but we both had the crap scared out of us.
After that, we certainly knew why our parents had warned us to “Not Slide Down the Sawdust Pile!!!---
Brian Rupnow
This millpond was just about the perfect size for a good hockey rink, and the benefit that it had over all of the local lakes was that it was only about four foot deep, so if you did manage to fall thru the ice (as boys are known to do) you damned near froze to death, but at least you didn’t drown.—So, skating on the millpond got the nod of approval from our parents.
The mill had an absolutely huge sawdust pile, right beside the millpond. I remember it as being 80 or 100 foot high. We were all repeatedly told by our parents “Don’t slide down the sawdust pile!!!” We did anyway, if we thought no parents were looking. (it was a great, fast, ride.)
Like all sawdust piles, this one was always burning deep inside, from spontaneous combustion. You never seen flames on the outside, but if your feet got cold playing hockey on the millpond at -30 F, all you had to do was take an old slab and dig into the side of the sawdust a couple of feet and stick your feet into the sawdust. After 5 minutes your frozen toes would be warm as toast. Now mind you, there were no flames or burning a couple of feet below the surface. We weren’t crazy. But on a day when it was -30 outside, it would be about +75 two feet below the surface.
One day my cousin Wayne and I were out tooling around on the rink, and Wayne’s feet got cold, so he grabbed an old slab and started to dig a foot warming hole, right at the base of the pile. He had picked up a longer than usual slab, and dug a couple of feet deeper than we normally did.
Suddenly, with a great belching roar, the entire side of the sawdust pile caved in right in front of us!! The sawdust pile had this huge glowing crater inside of it, that looked to us 12 year old boys like all the visions of Hell that they used to feed us at the local Sunday school!!!
The inside of the cavern was black as the devils soul, and all studded with glowing coals. We got one horrified look before it sucked in a great breath of oxygen from the outside air and burst into flame.
We both jumped back away from the sawdust pile (as quickly as you can with ice skates on anyways) and beat a retreat to a safe distance. Neither of us were burned, but we both had the crap scared out of us.
After that, we certainly knew why our parents had warned us to “Not Slide Down the Sawdust Pile!!!---
Brian Rupnow
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