The following text is what I typed up for our state IHC club newsletter about a tractor I received in a will in 2012.
accompanied by some pics
In 1930 my great grandfather George Peters bought a shiney new 22-36. It was used at their farm and for custom threshing that he did for others in the county. My grandfather and my father used this tractor quite a bit, and it was even used up into the early 70’s. In 1978 it was sold at my Grandfathers retirement sale and my father was the last person to drive it. By sheer luck of the draw a family member bought it and it went to Ft Dodge. Ralph Peters owned it until the mid 90’s when he himself was in his 90’s and thought that since he could no longer start it he should probably get rid of it. It changed hands two more times until it finally found a home with an avid IH collector that lived in the Hardy area.
The ‘gift of gab’ is one of my many peculiar traits, but I have found that others who play with tractors share the same trait. Since the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, my father can be quite a chatty Cathy as well. Turns out when my Dad and John Schade got to gabbing at a local consignment sale at the MIAPA grounds those two managed to figure out a 20+ year old question; where did that 22-36 ever go? Turns out that through some small talk that John told my Dad that he owned the tractor that went to the Ft Dodge area back in 1978. Who would have ever thought that small talk would figure out something important.
Shortly after the conversation with my Dad, those two decided it would be funny to play a joke on me and John asked me if I had found a 22-36 for my collection. I told him I wasn’t looking really hard since there was only one in particular I was looking for. The joke would have made it a lot longer if my Dad didn’t blow his cover and blurt out that John owned the tractor I was looking for. I guess some excitement can get the best of us!
I would mention in passing conversation over the next couple of years to John that I was still looking for a 22-36 for my collection and he would give me a big smile and say ‘you never know where you may find one’. I know he is a collector so I never pestered him too much about it, but he knew I was chomping at the bit to try and get it bought. I knew it was in very good hands and I never worried about it going anywhere.
After Johns passing Linda told me that John wanted me to have that tractor since he knew it meant a lot to me. Bittersweet is the only way I could describe what I was feeling about it. I can’t express on paper my gratitude towards what John and Linda did for not only me, but my family as well. I think the look on my Dad’s face when I got it home and started it for the first time said a lot about what I was feeling. The tough as nails ole man got teary eyed and said ‘that’s the old girl I remember’ as she rumbled away in the driveway.
So far my best memory of the ole girl was when I went for the first drive on it through the orchard, and my son Reagan was sitting on my lap on his very first tractor ride ever……..
Here is a pic with Myself, Roy (dad), Reagan (son) and Linda Schade (Late owners wife)
Here is a pic of Myself and Reagan. This was right after the first time I drove it, and his first tractor ride ever
accompanied by some pics
In 1930 my great grandfather George Peters bought a shiney new 22-36. It was used at their farm and for custom threshing that he did for others in the county. My grandfather and my father used this tractor quite a bit, and it was even used up into the early 70’s. In 1978 it was sold at my Grandfathers retirement sale and my father was the last person to drive it. By sheer luck of the draw a family member bought it and it went to Ft Dodge. Ralph Peters owned it until the mid 90’s when he himself was in his 90’s and thought that since he could no longer start it he should probably get rid of it. It changed hands two more times until it finally found a home with an avid IH collector that lived in the Hardy area.
The ‘gift of gab’ is one of my many peculiar traits, but I have found that others who play with tractors share the same trait. Since the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, my father can be quite a chatty Cathy as well. Turns out when my Dad and John Schade got to gabbing at a local consignment sale at the MIAPA grounds those two managed to figure out a 20+ year old question; where did that 22-36 ever go? Turns out that through some small talk that John told my Dad that he owned the tractor that went to the Ft Dodge area back in 1978. Who would have ever thought that small talk would figure out something important.
Shortly after the conversation with my Dad, those two decided it would be funny to play a joke on me and John asked me if I had found a 22-36 for my collection. I told him I wasn’t looking really hard since there was only one in particular I was looking for. The joke would have made it a lot longer if my Dad didn’t blow his cover and blurt out that John owned the tractor I was looking for. I guess some excitement can get the best of us!
I would mention in passing conversation over the next couple of years to John that I was still looking for a 22-36 for my collection and he would give me a big smile and say ‘you never know where you may find one’. I know he is a collector so I never pestered him too much about it, but he knew I was chomping at the bit to try and get it bought. I knew it was in very good hands and I never worried about it going anywhere.
After Johns passing Linda told me that John wanted me to have that tractor since he knew it meant a lot to me. Bittersweet is the only way I could describe what I was feeling about it. I can’t express on paper my gratitude towards what John and Linda did for not only me, but my family as well. I think the look on my Dad’s face when I got it home and started it for the first time said a lot about what I was feeling. The tough as nails ole man got teary eyed and said ‘that’s the old girl I remember’ as she rumbled away in the driveway.
So far my best memory of the ole girl was when I went for the first drive on it through the orchard, and my son Reagan was sitting on my lap on his very first tractor ride ever……..
Here is a pic with Myself, Roy (dad), Reagan (son) and Linda Schade (Late owners wife)
Here is a pic of Myself and Reagan. This was right after the first time I drove it, and his first tractor ride ever
