The little treasures (Volume 14)

Have wheels, will travel.

Bud Spooner's chug

Contributor: Norman (Bud) Spooner of St. Paul

Date of picture: March 5, 1931

Date of contribution: 2011

Caption: “Back to the future and the good old days:

“This is a picture of Bud Spooner taken March 5, 1931.

“This is a chug I designed and made. It was my transportation and the car of the future. It didn’t use any gas, oil or electricity.

“I think I made four different kinds of wheels, an old car seat, a steering wheel, a sunroof (no AC) and a tool box.

“About all the tools my dad had was a hammer, hand saw and a Ford wrench. (Some people called it a monkey wrench.)

“I wish I could remember how I ever made a steering wheel work.

“I think I had a problem of how or where to put a cap hook to hang my cap.

“I was sitting there waiting for a friend who had a good lunch of plenty to eat, to push me where I wanted to go.

“Sadly the chug is gone, the man walking by is gone, and al the buildings in the area of Raymond and Hampden Ave. in St. Paul are gone.

“But I am happy at 90 years to be able to bring back to you the life and fun we had.

“This picture was taken during the 1930s Depression.”

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chug and sprint car

Contributor: Carol Bruder of Oakdale

Dates of pictures: Unknown

Date of contribution: Unknown

Caption: “It’s been said one can tell the age of a guy by the size of his toys.

“My husband, Dave, grew up on Saratoga in St. Paul, where with his older brother, he built his first race car, called a ‘chug.’

“Years later, as an adult, he built this beautiful race car, called a ‘sprint.'”

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Brothers K tractor

Contributors: The Brothers Karamazov

Date of picture: Unknown

Date of contribution: March 2010

Caption (written inside a Happy Anniversary [Bulletin Board’s 20th anniversary] card): “‘The little treasures’ about being stuck in the mud reminded us of our Uncle Howard’s tractor.

“Mud happens.”

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Farmer, car, milk can

Contributor: Calvin Kellerman 

Date of picture: Unknown

Date of contribution: Unknown

Caption: “This is my dad, Fred Kellerman, near Woods, North Dakota, in the late 1920s. (Postal contact was Davenport, N.D.) He was the first white man to own and farm this land.

“He’s ready to sell: under the tarp-covered create, a veal calf at Armour’s in West Fargo; the cream, half soured, the rest sweet and priced four cents more per pound of butterfat at Knerr’s Creamery, Fargo. A radio ad said ‘K-N-E-double R, for double-rich ice cream.’

“The crated eggs were exchanged for groceries at Big Red in Fargo.

“I’m number seven of eight and now live in Mendota Heights.”