Mom says this is a Bread Maker. (It looks like a bucket to me.) It has a clamp to keep it on the shelf (Mom says it clamps to a table or counter), and a cranky handle.
The crank turns a hook inside, but you can't see it because of the metal cover. Printed on the cover are destructions (ok, Mom calls them instructions, but I like destructions better) for using this thing.
It belonged to Mom's Mimmay Izola, and it is very very old. Mom never used it, so it will be flying across the country to Hood River to Mr Photographer and his fambly as a Christymas present.
Mom says some Ant Eek dealer somewhere is falling all over himself right now lusting over this.
Beans is weird, I'm telling you.