The first photo was in Texas. My grandfather always said you never take a job in Texas until you look at every field. He said that some of the fields might just covered with weeds. Luckly, someone else had to cut this other field with weeks 6 feet tall.
The second photo was in Dakota's, My grandpa was being harassed by a eight year old paper boy. Who would just not take "no" for a answer. My granddad who some might consider a little on the "tight" side, told the little boy" he could not read and therefore had no reason to purchase his newspaper he was selling. The boy replyed "O'Hell half of his customers could not read either. But "for a dime you can purchase one and put under your arm just like all the other who could read, nobody would ever know". he said. Granddad was amazed at the savy salesman at such a young age. My granddad told him he would give a quarter to take this photo (i.e. get lost) but he was not going to buy his "damn newspaper". So here is that photo. This boy and Granddad would visit every year about the first time they ever meet for next fourty years. One of little stories that sticks in your head.
The fourth photo was a normal lunch shutdown. They would share whatever was placed in the pail because sometimes there would be more or less depending on the day. Absolutely no one complained about the meals because if you did they others would just eat your share. Granddad is one about to drink the soup. Soup and a sandwich followed by a jug of water.
The fifth photo is grandpa installing a new bomber tire for one of the combines. I recently bought two of these tires and tubes thru a "old school tire dealer in Kansas City" who purchased them at a air show in Florida ten years ago. I had to go to about ten tire dealers before anyone would even consider mounting them. The tire dealer used a county front end loader to position right over the top of tire when airing the tire up. Of course, for the record they never ever, ever would they consider attempting to air up these tires. Damn insurance companies.
The next two photo's are of MH27 loaded on trailers my Grandpa built so he did n't had to carry the combines in the trucks anymore. Notice the hoods all being raised slightly. The poor old ford would not go very far before they would just boil over and everyone would have to stop and let them cool over. In fairness to the trucks, those trailers could have hauled tanks for the miltary. Over the years, we just added and added to the orginal trailer.
The next photo's shows a young man and his sister with the trucks. The boy is Merle Jones who sadly was killed fighting in Vietnam and his sister Sandra Kay Jones (my mother) who died in 1994. Grandpa always talked about having to leave someone with the fuel truck night and day as fuel would disappear if left alone.
The last photo was a the very first custom harvesters meeting ever to take place. Way before the USCHI association. My granddad is on the right side of the photo. The third man standing from the left in the front row of standing men. Directly below first guys right arm in the back row from the left. He was the only Jones to attend this meeting.