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Lifting Carriers.

No one knows how long the stone had lain there.  It was unlike all other stones. This stone looked as if it had been formed by a master hand. The shape was very unusual in fact if it had not been a stone one might have thought that it was part of a machine.

I first saw the stone in a second hand shop window. The shape and its colour took my eye. On going into the second hand shop the owner could tell me nothing about the stone apart from the fact that a holiday maker had brought it back from a trip to France.

I paid a few pennies for the stone taking it back home I put it in my box where I keep odd things that I find on my various travels. One day I swore that I would build something grand from my pieces of rubbish. My Mother’s words, for my odd findings on my many travels as I roamed the world

It was only after a trip to Germany that I found my most exciting pieces of jettison. Two strangely shaped pieces of metal. These two metal pieces had once been in one of the German rockets that were being used to bomb Great Britain towards the end of the thirty nine, forty five war.

At last I had an idea in my head. I was going to make a machine that would lift heavy weights from the floor up to as high as I could get the machine to lift them. I cannot tell you what my idea was but it involved magnetism. The two metal pieces I wrapped around with copper wire. I shot electricity through the copper wire and found to my delight that both of the metal pieces were magnets. Powerful Magnets. I enclosed the magnets in a casing. Mainly because I did not want anyone to see how simple my idea was. Looking through my box of rubbish I saw the stone that I had bought in that second hand shop.

The stone was ideal to act as a switch. After many experiments I managed to get the electric currents to control the strength of the lifting machine. My first lift was of an old metal case that had once belonged to my Grandfather. I was excited as it suddenly shot straight up to the ceiling. As long as electricity was in the machine the tin box stayed up at the ceiling, only when I switched the current off, of the machine did it come crashing down to the floor.

My Dad was proud of me and told everyone about my new machine. So many people came to see the machine but I did not want anyone to have my new toy. Then a high ranking officer from the Army asked if he could see the machine and would I work it for him. Now my machine was tested, first Granddads old metal case, then iron rods and other metals.

One of the men with the Officer tried using even more powerful electric currents and to all of our surprise this new machine of mine could lift very heavy weights. The army wanted to buy my new toy from me but I gave it to them and asked if I could be part of the new team developing the newest lifting carrier. That is the name the Army gave it a lifting carrier. One thing my machine did away with the outside cranes that were used to lift heavy things and building materials to the tops of buildings were the outside lifts on buildings. All was transported by my new lifting carrier.

I have become very rich not by the big lifting carriers but by the small ones that I invented for household use. Now no mother or Father must struggle with heavy weights my small machine works wonderfully well. If you have not got such a machine in your house tell everyone that the scribbler, Bern recommends them for all households.