Some time around the end of February, Dean found someone in Clearfield who wanted a Model T engine to run a cutoff saw. He would trade a 1929 Model A running chassis for the Model T. Dean already knew he would be drafted into the army as soon as school was out. I'm sure he was thinking of me when he made the trade. The Model A would be easier for me to operate than a Model T while he was away.
So, on a cold winter day, Dean borrowed the 37 Plymouth to tow the Model T to Clearfield and bring home the '29 Ford. I would steer the T and we would return with the Model A. Every thing went wrong. First we went up the hill to start the Model T. It wouldn't move because the parking brake was frozen. Dean poured hot water on the back wheels for 30 minutes before they broke loose. We towed the Model T as far as Curwensville and a tire went flat on the Plymouth. It took about an hour to get that fixed. As we headed for Clearfield, I started to freeze because I was in an open car doing 40 mph and the outside temperature was below freezing. Dean was worried about me and stopped a couple times to check on me. When he stopped, I started shaking but when moving I didn't shake. I told him to keep going and we did.
We got within a mile or so of the destination which was on a rural dirt road. It had started snowing and drifting. A local farmer was trying to open the road with his Fordson Tractor, but there was no way for us to continue on. Dean left me in the Plymouth with the heater running and walked in to consult with the man doing the trade. It was late afternoon when he returned. The Model T was left in a driveway for later delivery. That was the last time I saw "Henry" the Model T. A couple weeks later Dean took one of his buddies and brought home the 1929 Model A.
As it turned out, Dean sold the '29 Ford to a buddy and converted his 1930 Sedan to a pickup truck for me. He did this just before going to the Army. The 1930 Model A was my vehicle for the next four years and I used it to do all the things Dean taught me to do with Henry the Model T. I named it the Greyhound and it was very special.
After recording these memories of our experiences with Henry, It became obvious that Henry the Model T was about as special as any car could be. I give a special thanks to my cousins, Donna and Ruth, for sharing Henry's picture, which prompted writing this story.
Donna Hauck Reed and I were reminiscing about the old days and talking about the Model T when Donna mentioned that her Dad had taken a picture of the Model T. She also remembered that they had named the car "Henry". I was quite excited about that and asked to borrow the picture to make a copy. I received a small snapshot of Henry the following week.
Regretfully, no pictures had been taken of the Model T and some other vehicles we had on our farm. This story would not have been written if I hadn't discovered the existence of Henry's picture. After seeing Henry's picture and pondering all the memories it brought, I realized there was a story to tell.
I hope you enjoyed the story and the picture of "Henry" the Model T.
Fred Hauck May 21, 2000