It's in my Blood

Even better is how this tractor came to me, and why I feel so honored and excited to have it! I'm a city kid, but I married a small town girl from a family of 12. Her Dad worked full time for 34 years in a boat factory and also raised crops, milk cows, and hogs. Shortly before he retired, and after he sold (gave away) the farm to one of his Son's, he bought the Farmall Super-M to push snow and work the dirt on a small patch of land he kept next to the old farm. Twenty years later (now) he is in the late stages of Alzheimers and has been placed in a nursing home. His wife could not bear to be home alone without the man she's spent 65 years with, so she put their place up for sale and is moving into an apartment at the nursing home. She has been giving almost everything away to their children and grandkids. It turns out none of the boy's wanted or had room for his tractor so she asked me if I would take it! I ALWAYS WANTED A TRACTOR but for whatever reasons couldn't justify buying one. I will end up paying a fair price to them for this machine, but for now it's mine! I helped hauled the tractor home for my Father-In-Law when he bought it and remember the look in his eye's when he "fired it up" and drove it on the trailer. That had to be how I looked last night! My blood is red and so is my tractor... YeeHaw!

It is a 1941 John Deere B, and I had to have it because it was like the one I grew up on. I found out, about three years ago, that Dad's tractor was a 1943 model. Heck, how could I remember all those details that the collectors and "correct police" are so nit-picky on? It's mine, and it takes me back to the "good old days" when I was a kid.

Come to think of it, those "good old days" are a lot more fun now than they were then, aren't they?

Enjoy that Super M...I drove one once, for maybe a day, and it beat the heck out of our '49 John Deere 'A'.

Good luck,

Stan