To make it by dawn to the Tillotson elevator in Canyon, Texas, I hit the road at 6.30 a.m. and hightailed out of Hereford, covering the 30 miles across the plain, traveling east-northeast on U.S. 60.
I was happy at last to see the elevator’s distinguished bulk on the faint horizon. And even happier there was no storage annex–just the classic 320,000-bushel job from 1950.
No one was around to chase me away. The elevator looked very well kept, like a 68-year-old with a natty haircut and fine clothes.
I prowled over the grounds to get my photos, as well as going up and down 6th and 7th streets in the neighborhood looking for a street-view. People inside their bungalows might have thought I was some kind of nut. I wondered if they ever pondered much upon their gigantic concrete neighbor.
By the time I finished with photos, the Consumer’s Supply Co-op store on the premises had opened up. I went inside and introduced myself, feeling proud to say, “My grandfather built your elevator.”
I elaborated about Tillotson Construction Co., of Omaha, and my mission to visit the 10 Tillotson elevators in the Texas Panhandle.
Scott Smith, general manager, and Dewayne Powell were interested to hear it. These bright-faced gents explained, among other things, that the Co-op’s charter goes back to 1926.
Two elevators are on the site. “This is our best elevator here,” Smith said of the Tillotson. The other needs repairs to the floor, among other places.
Much of this, the West Elevator, was original. Alas, the truck lift had been removed “before my time,” Smith said.
I went out to the truck for the construction record. After my explanation of some of the specifications, Smith took it to the copier.
Powell showed me around, explained how things worked, even posed for some pictures.
The basement was clean and tidy, and Powell mentioned that at one point some of it had been used for office space. It was sure bright enough down there.
Something else that had changed: the augur below ground level had been filled in with concrete.
We went back up, and I made one more circuit around the elevator. The driveway door was open, and the Co-op’s yellow Mack truck sat in the driveway.
The quality of the Co-op’s operation was evident. The only things with the elevator that seemed out of order was a broken basement window, and one of the back doors had been splattered with glop.
Otherwise, things were in nice shape.
When I was ready to leave, they presented me with a cap and T-shirt with the Co-op’s emblem–a real honor. Smith recommended KJ’s Coffee and Cafe for breakfast, so I found my way across town to have an omelet.
Then, a-wondering where Palo Duro canyon–the town’s eponym–was, I set out for Bushland.
In our next post, watch for a surprise about the Tillotson elevator in Canyon.
Hi Nephew Ronald – I’m following your posts and enjoying your journey into yesteryear very much.
What beautiful & striking pictures!