Posted by: oldsalt1942 | June 16, 2009

Pickle Bucket

In one of Ken Hulme’s posts he mentioned a pickle bucket. I just received a comment which that made reference to the pickle bucket and tried to send a photo of one. Unfortunatelyit didn’t come through and photos apparently can’t be posted in comments anyway.

Though I’ve never personally had any direct contact with pickle buckets, when I was going to college in Canton, MO., I worked at a place called the Standard Machine Company which was the “Home of National Pickle Separators. The only known place in the world that manufactures pickle separators. These were big, long wood and metal devices that sorted and sized pickles in the field. Ever notice how all the pickles in a bottle are all about the same size. That’s because they went through a National Pickle Separator.


Why would Canton, MO be the home of National Pickle Separators? Well it’s located on US Highway 61. Remember the Bob Dylan Song?

Oh God said to Abraham, “Kill me a son”
Abe says, “Man, you must be puttin’ me on”
God say, “No.” Abe say, “What?”
God say, “You can do what you want Abe, but
The next time you see me comin’ you better run”
Well Abe says, “Where do you want this killin’ done?”
God says, “Out on Highway 61.”

Well Georgia Sam he had a bloody nose
Welfare Department they wouldn’t give him no clothes
He asked poor Howard where can I go
Howard said there’s only one place I know
Sam said tell me quick man I got to run
Ol’ Howard just pointed with his gun
And said that way down on Highway 61.

Well Mack the Finger said to Louie the King
I got forty red white and blue shoe strings
And a thousand telephones that don’t ring
Do you know where I can get rid of these things
And Louie the King said let me think for a minute son
And he said yes I think it can be easily done
Just take everything down to Highway 61.

Now the fifth daughter on the twelfth night
Told the first father that things weren’t right
My complexion she said is much too white
He said come here and step into the light he says hmm you’re right
Let me tell the second mother this has been done
But the second mother was with the seventh son
And they were both out on Highway 61.

Now the rovin’ gambler he was very bored
He was tryin’ to create a next world war
He found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor
He said I never engaged in this kind of thing before
But yes I think it can be very easily done
We’ll just put some bleachers out in the sun
And have it on Highway 61.

Copyright ©1965; renewed 1993 Special Rider Music

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