I milked cows, cleaned the barn, put corn in the silo, plowed land for the following spring, and chopped wood up on Shaker Road.
I was back at the brickyard in the spring of 1927 driving horses to and from the granulator, earning a week.
Clay has made a long way in the town of Berlin, but it had to end sometime, but overall it was very successful. On August 26, 1926, I left from Windsor Station in Montreal to come to the United States.When I returned, I went to work at what was know as the “poor house” (National Automotive Fibers) in Waterford; we tore apart old mattresses to make some type of insulation for automobiles. In order to survive, a friend and I went to Massachusetts and found jobs in a lumber camp, chopping wood to make railroad ties.By now, it was the Depression, so I spent the next few years doing some work at the brickyard and chopping wood in the winter.Rather, these are our "best guesses" from perusing city directories, conducting comparative analysis, going on field trips with brick "gurus" Fred Rieck and Andy Van Der Poel and researching material in publications and on the Internet. Andy has a much larger Hudson River collection than I and has wonderfully researched and documented each brick. The last brickyard to close was a flower pot company which didn't last too long.SEE SOME OF ANDY'S COLLECTION & DOWNLOAD HIS COMPLETE LIST HERE. The electric shovel arm is still visible in an old clay pit on Route 72.