Semi OT: Where Were You In 1957

Grandpa bought a D19 with a cab. I thought it was a monster! It would pull 4/16s though clay or sand, up hill or down. Just pull the big stick back when things got ruff. The hood seemed so long and wide you could land a plane on it. Today it looks like a little tractor. Al
 
While some were in uniform, others in liquid form ...... I was in grade 7.

Has anyone ever noticed that Canadians would always say "grade 7" whereas Americans would say "7th grade."
 
I was looking for a "big" tractor. I had driven IHC M and that was the size that I really wanted but was willing to settle for an Oliver 70but ran i0n to a WC Allis. The salesman told me this one would out work a 70, so I bought it as my "big" tractor. It was a strong runner at 1850 rpm with 8.125 pistons and 11 inch tires. It would pull 2 14's in clay in third gear I think it had LP pistons.
I saw a D-17 and thought it would be hard to plow with as it had 14 inch tires and did not think a 14 inch tire would work in a 14 inch furrow.
Used the WC until 1973. When I put flat pistons, correct governor spring, and 12 inch tires, I had to go to first gear to plow.
 
Was only 11 at that time, and yes did notice the different nomenclature. (one of the BIG words I know). ;^}
 
(quoted from post at 14:07:16 11/04/18) I saw my first D17 in 1957.

As a small child, I wondered if anyone would ever make a bigger, better tractor.

Dean
Little Darlin

LOL children can be so naive, JD was already making a bigger one and IH would soon follow........they were already making better ones :lol: :lol: :twisted: :twisted:

Rick
 
I grew up on a WC, moonlite.

My Father bought a 1942 WC on a farm auction in 1953. He was field engineer for GM Truck and Coach and not a real farmer, just a wannabe. It was the only tractor that he ever owned, and he used it for everything around our little hobby farm.

He pulled a 2X14" trailer plow and a 7' drag disc.

I remember seeing a neighbor drive by our two room country school with a new WD45 and 3 bottom plow, sometime in the mid/late 1950s. I had never seen a 3 bottom plow before and had no idea that such things were made. I was amazed.

Dean
 
OH, yea, in 57? I was a 2 year old Army brat. I played with tanks and toy soldiers........left the tractors to the sissies (not true, i loved my tractors even back then).

Rick
 
I was hanging onto the back of the seat of an H Farmall while my uncle cultivated corn in North East Indiana, Steuben County. I thought I was a BIG farmer. I had to go back to Detroit at the end of the summer....I loved the "Ole H". I have one out in the shed waiting to be worked on. Dsmythe
 
I remember standing up on the front seat of my Dads 1947 Pontiac, Tom.

I can remember my Dad reaching his right arm out to hold me when he applied the brakes.

We thought nothing of it at the time.

Dean
 
Great song, old-9.

I'm from the class of 1967. Ten years was an eternity back then but I can relate now.

Dean
 
I was 6 and had driven the old Z MM picken rock couldn't hurt much doing that. Probably had started on the little ford. We would go to the state fair every year, machinery hill was huge then. couldn't wait to see all the big tractors. We had a 55 Massey and a 400 case along with the Z and ford. And of course plenty of sand box farming.
 
I was in 1st grade in a country school. All our neighbors had formall Ms. My Dad did to and I still have It.
Brian
 
I was six years old and in kindergarten. At that age we were already setting up bragging rights on the red/green tractor issue. None of my classmates dad’s had Allis so Allis wasn’t talked about.
 
I was right where I am now as this composite picture shows. Ok, it was the winter of 56-57. I think that was the same shovel I was holding in 1956 photo. I can handle that shovel a little better now that I could in 57. Sometimes I got to ride with my dad on the John Deere D but I thnk that might have ended after I got too close to the batteries on the tractor and the acid ate a hole through my pant legs.
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In February of that year Dad come home from a farm sale with a F-20. Thought it looked big beside the WD Allis we had. Hired out neighbor to cut our wheat and oats. He had a 55 John Deere combine which I thought was a monster to a kid in the 7th grade. The neighbors brother bought a new 57 chevy. Man I thought that was a pretty car. Good times.
 
In '57 I was wishing it was '67. In '67 I was wishing it was '77. In '77 I was wishing it was '87. In '87 I was wishing it was '97. In '97 I was wishing it was '57. In 2017, I was just hoping to see '18. And the saga continues..........
 
I remember getting a brand new pair of running shoes for my 3rd birthday in 1957....and the 770 Oliver our neighbour used to blow snow out our laneway with a drive through blower.
Ben
 
Three years old & don't remember but most likely I was on the way to the hospital to get stiched up. Seems like I had a pretty good habit of that in my younger days.
 
4 yrs. old, living on a rented farm. Model "D" Case, "A" JD., "B" JD. milked a handful of Gournseys. I bet that was about the year we got our first T.V. Zeneth. Life was good. Still is.
 
I was making $4 a day on Saturdays and any other day that I didn't have school, and all summer. No work on Sunday. I thought I was getting rich, and to tell you the truth it was quite a bit of money back then for a kid. This was mostly just tractor driving, which I loved, but there were some days I didn't love, like digging post holes or hauling hay. But it all had to be done, and I sure wanted the money. This wasn't a family farm either, I was a hired hand. Learned a lot and it didn't kill me regardless of some stupid things I did that could have.
 
Just Graduated from H.S. & getting ready to enlist in the U.S.A .F.
.What a Great Life .
I liked ,most of the songs from the songs 50,60,&70 ies . & a lot of he movies . Just to bad that all the movies now a days have to have all the vulgar talk & induendos (SD) to where I will not watch them . Same with all there songs .Nothing but trash .
Sorry about getting off track.

AZpeapicker
 
I graduated from High School that spring and in 3 weeks reported into Fort Jackson for U.S. Army basic training driving my dark blue 1949 Plymouth club coupe with white fender skirts and a flat head 6 cylinder with a split manifold feeding twin glass packed mufflers. Little did I know what the future would bring.
 
I was in 4th grade. Up at 5 AM to go bring up the cows from the pasture, so dad could milk before he went to his carpenter job. Sister and I fed the cows in stanchion barn during the evening milking- alfalfa stored in front of the stanchions. I always dreaded when new hay came and crowded us close to the cows, because Mossy, an ornery little Jersey with horns, would hook you if you got too close. We had a hired man who graduated from HS in '57- he taught me how to fish in the creek, catch a baseball, etc. He was really a great guy. Became a cop in San Francisco, still lives in Cal. somewhere.
 
IN 57 Mom and dad were getting ready for the arrival of the little after thought. I was the shocker who came four years after her.
 
1957 would have been the last half of my Sophmore year and the first half of my Junior year in Wichita Falls Senior High in Wichita Falls, Texas.
 
10 years old and didn't have tractors, but sure do have fond memories of riding on the sled behind the horses with the greatest man that ever lived (in my mind), my Grand Dad. he only stood 5'2" but could stand up to any horse that acted up and was strong as an ox it seemed. Probably the fondest memories of my child hood. Sometimes he would let me ride on one of them holding onto the hames with my feet on the tugs. Keith
 
I was 6 back then. Growing up in Milwaukee the AC plant was about 10 blocks from our house. They would line up the completed tractors outside on 76th street. To my young eyes it seemed like there were hundreds.
 
I was driving a Ford 8N. Well really just steering it because I couldn?t start it and reach the clutch or brakes. Dad put it in first gear, low rpm. Then he jump on the hay rack pitching the hay out to the cows. Dad would whistle, I?d look at him, he would point, I?d turn the steering wheel that direction. It is a memory I still see vividly in my head so long ago.
 
I spent most of 1957 in the Womb, Then on 10/8/1957 the world was bless with ME!!
 
I remember it well, George.

My school bus driver was a full time farmer and a part time school bus driver. Most school bus drivers were small farmers, and a school bus route paid for lots of small farms around here.

He would get up early in the morning and milk his cows before making his morning bus route. After the bus route, he would come home and farm.

In the afternoon, he would make his afternoon bus route, come home and milk his cows again. Depending upon the time of year and daylight he might do more farm work after the afternoon milking. Lots of folks around here raised tobacco on their small farms. Milk and tobacco were the cash crops, and both were labor intensive, especially tobacco.

If it snowed, he would get up an hour or two earlier and put the chains on the bus. Unlike Vigo county, there are lots of hills here in my part of Dearborn county, and they didn't close school for 4" of snow back in the day. I well remember riding the school bus listening to the tire chains clinking in cadence.

My bus driver usually had his farm boots on, often with cow manure from the morning milking. The heater fan in the bus distributed the aroma throughout but non of us thought anything about it.

Dean
 

Waiting to be kid #7 in a seven-kid lineup. Had to wait five more years. Knew early on tractors were something I wanted to be involved with.
 
I was in first grade in Appleton, WI until end of January when we moved to New London where Dad was the new manager at the Cenex (Farmers Union) Co-op. High light of the year was spending two weeks on Grandpa?s farm near Center Valley and learning the ins and outs of a hand start 41 JD B. Raking hay was the coolest thing in the world back then...ahhh the good old days! Thanks Dean!
 
Lots of memories....I was nine years old, playing in the yard when a wall cloud with double tornados came through. Uprooted all our nice oak and pecan trees and damaged roof but house held up. Many neighbors not so lucky. I saw some strange things that day.
 
I was raised up in Pike Co. Illinois, and graduated HS in 57. Was living with a livestock trader, at Bedford Il, My folks were deceased in 53, and Clayton Evans provided me with a home, and employment, till I got married, and moved out. I bought my first car in 57, a 41 Pontiac 2 dr, with a flathead six under the hood. That car ruined me, cause Then I started chasing girls on the week ends. Next thing I knew it was the fall of 58, and I was getting married, and still working on the farm.
 

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