Monday, April 23, 2012

Dady and Baby


Originally published on Blogger 4/23/2012, a revised and expanded version of this entry appears in Snapshots and Short Notes, Kenneth Wilson, University of North Texas Press, 2020.

On October 14, 1908, an oilfield roughneck sent a real photo postcard from Petrolia, Texas, to Lorman, Mississippi with this message: 

"This is a picture of the rotary well machine on which I am working.  Those are the bits marked dady (sic) and baby.  The large is the one we stidit (sic) with & the small one finishes up the hole.  P. K."   

 

A later note on the card says, "Pressley & his work."  Pressley may not have been able to spell very well (no pun intended), but he left us a detailed view of his job on an early rotary drilling rig in the West Texas oil patch. I think that must be Pressley in the foreground nearest to the "named" drill bits.






If you look closely, you will see the smaller bit, "baby," sitting on top of the large "daddy" bit.  The men have stopped work for a quick snapshot, and you can see both fatigue and pride in their poses.  We can see the photographer's shadow in the foreground, and the hand tools, the other drill bits, and the rotary rig itself are clearly visible on the wooden rig floor.




In 1901, a rancher in Clay County, just below the Texas-Oklahoma border, was attempting to drill a water well but struck oil at 263 feet, thus opening the first oilfield in North Texas.  A small shantytown known as Oil City, quickly grew up in the area, but in 1905, most residents moved to nearby Petrolia, located on the new Wichita Falls and Oklahoma Railroad. By late 1905, Petrolia boasted a hotel, bank, drugstore, barbershop, livery stable, dry-goods store, hardware store, furniture store, meat market, lumberyard, ice house, two oilfield-supply stores, and a cotton gin.  Despite these amenities, the town was still a rough-and-ready oil boom town, and alcohol consumption, gambling, and prostitution flourished.

  

In 1908, cable tool rigs still dominated the drilling process, and this cable tool rig was the new technology.  The drilling crew on a rotary rig was generally five in number: driller, derrickman, motor man, and two floor hands.  All of them except the driller are usually referred to as roughnecks.  In this photograph perhaps the man in the background with cleaner clothes is the driller, and the photographer may be the fifth crew member.


In the scan of the back of the postcard, you can see that Pressley left an oily thumbprint just above the Petrolia cancellation mark. Small details like that thumbprint, the lack of hard hats, and the greasy overalls and gloves tell us a lot about a roughneck's job, but they don't convey the cold winters and blazing hot summers of the Texas-Oklahoma border, nor do they tell us of the long hours and the dangers of work on an oil rig.  In that fall of 1908, I hope P. K. went home with good money in his pocket and to someone he could spend it on.

 



No man is born into the world whose work
Is not born with him; there is always work
And tools to work withal, for those who will....

–– James Russell Lowell




Sunday, April 22, 2012

What's Up Doc?

 


 

I am intrigued by old real photo postcards (RPPCs to collectors) that contain a lot of details––sometimes the details answer questions, but often they bring up new ones. Here's a great image of two young women in the Creighton, Nebraska Bakery.  The card is postmarked 1909, and addressed to Miss Carrie Chappell in Spirit Lake, Iowa.  The message, written by Etta Travis, says:

 

Dear Friend, 

Your card rec'd. Many thanks for same.  Will send you a postal of the "Bakery."  No. 1 is Miss Clytie Scott, and No. 2 is Miss Emma Brice, both of Creighton.  My mother's folks live in Leon and Sparta, Wis.  It is north of Madison.  Hoping this will please you and to hear from you soon, 

I remain your E. C. E. Friend, 

                                            Etta S. Travis

 

Okay, Etta gives us a bit of a story­–– it seems that she exchanged postcards with friends but what is an E. C. E. friend?  Perhaps some of you know. The other thing I'd like to know is, "What's up (Doc) with that rabbit?"  The card was mailed two days after Easter, perhaps he just decided to just hang around.