Warm Spring Evening

This web site has brought back some fond memories of a time and era of bygon days growing up in north Ga. In 1963 my dad lost his small farm after a gas truck accident left him with some damage to his neck and head. farming didnt pay that well then either and he had taken a job delivering fuel oil to local chicken farms on the side. At that time he also lost an H-model Farmall that he grieved over worse than losing the farm. In 1972 things had gotten better and he had bought a few acres a few miles from his old farm and wanted another tractor even though the size of his farm didnt warrant having another large tractor. He did find one though about five miles from home, and the price was right 75. 00. my brother and I went with him to help and i'll never forget the looks of that 'behmoth'. IT was a 1948 Farmall Super M that had burned in a creek bottom swamp some miles from the nearest paved road. After several weeks of working on that tractor every evening after work 'he had finally replaced all of the tires and electrical' and the old thing began to look like a tractor again. On a warm spring evening in 1972 he poured gas in the tank, primed the carburator bowl, and hit the starter. I will never forget the sound as the Super M popped a couple of times, sent somke rings skyward and came back to life. I will also never forget the look of satisfaction on my dad's face. I was standing beside the old widow woman that had sold him the tractor as he drove it from the field road onto the highway and toward home, Her eyes filled with tears and she turned away to avoid eye contact with my mom or me. He did use that old tractor for many years aftward for spring planting, bush-hogging and to pull the occasional motorist from the ditch of the road. But as time passed his health failed and the tractor wound up parked in a bottom grown up in weeds. My dad passed away about seven years ago and my mom sold the tractor about two years after he passed to a collector who wished to restore it I once again was standing with my mom as the Farmall sent smoke rings skyward and came to life once more and was driven onto a trailer for transport, This time it was my mother who turned away, eyes full of tears and I understood what had happened years earlier. I dont know the man who bought the tractor but he did have a young son with him, and I hope that it brought as much joy to another child as it did to me and my dad on a warm spring evening in 1972. Robert, Ga, entered 2000-05-26 My Email Address: Not Displayed

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