Here are some old pictures from my family/neighborhood.
1) I don't know where the big haystack is, I'm guessing at the home farm where my great grandpa lived (still in the family), and the Farmall A was my great uncle's tractor, no electric start, had the serial tag on the brake pedal cover? I think, my dad said it fell off 50 years ago. They then got the tractor stuck, and the kids, my dad's cousins, hooked the team of draft horses to it to pull it out, and broke the front end casting off the block. It got a new engine, and front end. Unfortunately, none of us younger family members know anything about it, as the original engine serial number is gone, as is the tractor serial tag. My cousin has it now.
2,3,4) The F-12 was my grandpa's, that is him driving it up the driveway. When I once complained about how long it took to plow with 3-16's, he told me I didn't know what slow plowing was until I plowed with an F-12 in 1st gear with a single 12" plow.
5) I don't know who's old truck that is next to the haystack, but that is a huge pile of hay!
6) My grandpa apparently had an Allis Chalmers WC, which I never knew until I saw these pics, if only it was still around, I really like the looks of the unstyled WC's. 7) Everybody in the neighborhood had a doodlebug, don't know who's this was
8) One of the neighbors got a new Case, I just can't remember who dad said it was...
9) My Great Uncle's working horses. He had them not because they were working horses, but because he loved horses, and used them so they would get exercise. He had a cutter (sleigh) he would have them pull in winter. My dad's cousin still has the old cutter in an old barn at the home farm.
10) This old bridge was just around the corner from my house, over the Maple River. It was built in 1883, I believe the date on the back of it was 1890. A new one was built around 1920, just like that one, only heavier, then was replaced by a concrete one later on. My dad said as a kid, they would climb up on the steel girders and jump into the river below, which was about 15' deep. Now days, that would result in a broken neck, as the river is so shallow. Sorry about the sideways pictures, I don't know what is up with that.
Ross
1) I don't know where the big haystack is, I'm guessing at the home farm where my great grandpa lived (still in the family), and the Farmall A was my great uncle's tractor, no electric start, had the serial tag on the brake pedal cover? I think, my dad said it fell off 50 years ago. They then got the tractor stuck, and the kids, my dad's cousins, hooked the team of draft horses to it to pull it out, and broke the front end casting off the block. It got a new engine, and front end. Unfortunately, none of us younger family members know anything about it, as the original engine serial number is gone, as is the tractor serial tag. My cousin has it now.
2,3,4) The F-12 was my grandpa's, that is him driving it up the driveway. When I once complained about how long it took to plow with 3-16's, he told me I didn't know what slow plowing was until I plowed with an F-12 in 1st gear with a single 12" plow.
5) I don't know who's old truck that is next to the haystack, but that is a huge pile of hay!
6) My grandpa apparently had an Allis Chalmers WC, which I never knew until I saw these pics, if only it was still around, I really like the looks of the unstyled WC's. 7) Everybody in the neighborhood had a doodlebug, don't know who's this was
8) One of the neighbors got a new Case, I just can't remember who dad said it was...
9) My Great Uncle's working horses. He had them not because they were working horses, but because he loved horses, and used them so they would get exercise. He had a cutter (sleigh) he would have them pull in winter. My dad's cousin still has the old cutter in an old barn at the home farm.
10) This old bridge was just around the corner from my house, over the Maple River. It was built in 1883, I believe the date on the back of it was 1890. A new one was built around 1920, just like that one, only heavier, then was replaced by a concrete one later on. My dad said as a kid, they would climb up on the steel girders and jump into the river below, which was about 15' deep. Now days, that would result in a broken neck, as the river is so shallow. Sorry about the sideways pictures, I don't know what is up with that.
Ross
