That corn sheller brings back some childhood memories. When I used to stay with my aunt and uncle on their farm as a kid I had to do chores and one of them was shelling corn for animal feed with a sheller like that. I used to hate going into the corn crib with those rat snakes to get the corn to shell. Of course nothing was as bad as toting the always overfilled slop buckets for the hogs each morning. I usually spilled some on my legs and feet on the way to the hog pen. Of course the outhouse was always an adventure best kept short.
Bill