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Doing the Right Thing for Charity

Leslie C. McManus

This fall, a man decided to sell a couple old tractors and donate the proceeds, with a best-guess value of $5,000, to charity. But when the auction crew gave the tractors a close look, they turned up something out of the ordinary. One of the tractors – a 1928 John Deere GP – was, in fact, the very first cultivating tractor produced by Deere & Co.

Deere manufactured the GP series from 1928 to 1935. The serial number on this one (200211) confirmed that it was Deere’s first regular production row-crop tractor. Suddenly we are talking about what my father would have referred to as “a horse of a different color.”

A tractor of considerable historic significance, this one belonged to a man who probably figured he’d clear out his shed and make a modest donation to a good cause. When one of the tractors turned out to be incredibly rare, nobody would have faulted him for reconsidering that donation and pocketing a windfall.

In the end, nobody had to, because the tractor’s owner (who prefers to remain anonymous) didn’t give it a second thought. The GP remained on the auction, and the church remained the beneficiary. On Oct. 28, the rare tractor would be sold at Aumann Auctions’ Fall Harvest Antique Tractor Auction in Nokomis, Illinois.

After an opening bid of $30,500, the GP sold less than five minutes later for $78,750 (the buyer also chooses to remain anonymous). In an article that appeared in The State Journal-Register, Springfield, Illinois, Rev. James Jones of the Taylorville Christian Church said that the proceeds would go toward an $850,000 building program designed to create a space for large gatherings and house the church’s youth ministry. “It’s just a real blessing to the church,” he said.

The tractor’s discovery hit the John Deere collector world like a brick in the face, auctioneer Kurt Aumann told the Journal-Register. “Tractor collecting has been around for 50 years, and you hear often that all the good stuff has been found,” he said. “Well, this just kind of keeps the dream alive.”

And not just collectors’ dreams. If you’re looking for evidence that integrity and decency and generosity still exist, you’ve found it. As we slip into this special time of year, this story shines like a light in the darkness. From all of us at Farm Collector, our very best wishes to you and yours this holiday season! FC

Driven by a Dream for a Case Road Locomotive

Leslie C. McManusWhatever you do, do not get in Kory Anderson's way.

It's not that Kory is a malicious sort. But words like reverse, retreat, stop and surrender are not part of his vocabulary. Instead, his passion is fueled by a high-octane formula of plain, old-fashioned determination.

For much of his life, Kory has been consumed by the thought of a Case 150hp Road Locomotive. "The 150hp Case steam engine was built as the largest steam traction engine of its time, but all we have left are the stories and a few pictures," he says. "Ever since I was a little boy, I've been fascinated by it."

Few people know much about the largest steam engine Case constructed. Only nine were built from 1904-07 and not a single one is known to survive. Even in the small group of people who've actually heard of the Case Road Locomotive, there were skeptics. Over time, the massive engine began to look suspiciously like a myth to some — but not to Kory.

For most folks, childhood dreams fade quickly. Only rarely do they take root and grow, and even more rarely do those dreams become reality. So when you read in this issue of Farm Collector the story of Kory Anderson's creation of a correct, authentic, working replica of a 150 Case Road Locomotive, you will know you've got hold of something special.

I'm not going to rain on writer Loretta Sorensen's parade. She did a terrific job with this article, and you'll enjoy settling in with it. Nor am I going to ramble on about time and money spent in pursuit of a dream, or the mechanical genius it took to bring this marvelous thing into being.

But I will say a thing or two about dreams. They are as fragile as gossamer and as strong as steel. They are nonsensical to many but set a steady course for others. They cast some onto the shoals; they lift some to unimaginable heights. And it is not all that often you see one realized. With this issue of Farm Collector, I hope you'll enjoy a close look at one man's dream brought to life! FC

What I Did This Summer, Vol. 1

Leslie C. McManusYes, I was that nerd in the fifth grade. When the teacher assigned an essay reporting on What I did on my summer vacation, my fellow students groaned — and I did a happy little twirl. As the proud owner of a Kodak Instamatic (complete with those little square flashcubes), I even had photos to accompany the report.

Decades later, little has changed (other than the technology). I'm still reporting on what I saw this summer. The season started with a jaunt to Lubbock, Texas, to take in the Windmiller's Trade Fair, held this year at the American Windmill Museum. The museum speaks eloquently about the role of wind power in development of the west. It's an unbelievable collection, a beautifully conceived display, and the staffers are so friendly you may suspect they're on the chamber of commerce payroll. If you haven't been, go. There's nothing like it anywhere else.

Museum exhibits focus on everything from windmills to weights, turbines to trains, millstones to memorabilia. Visitors play an active role. Old-timers' recollections, preserved in the occasional display, capture the essence of a time now long past:

Two men who lived next door to each other were feuding. The feud started because one of the men, Mr. Barker, had a squeaky windmill and would not oil it, and it bothered Mr. Whitt's family at night.

Mr. Whitt awoke one morning to see Mr. Barker climbing his windmill tower. Mr. Whitt got his shotgun and, after Mr. Barker stepped to the next step of the ladder, Mr. Whitt would shoot off the step he'd just left. Mr. Barker got to the top of the tower and turned around and yelled, "What are you trying to do, kill me?"

"Nope," Mr. Whitt replied. "Just gonna leave you up there until you oil that windmill."

More about my summer later. In the meantime, where'd your summer travels take you? What interesting things did you see? Let us hear from you: We'd love to read your report! FC

Leslie C. McManus
LMcManus@ogdenpubs.com

P.S. The 2019 Show Photo Issue is just around the corner. Be sure to get your photos in by Nov. 1.

Putting a Fix on It

Leslie C. McManusThings I've fixed: chipped pottery, stubborn vacuum cleaners, rips and tears. The kids shake their heads, but some vestige of my forebears' thriftiness and resourcefulness remains intact in me.

At an antique store once, I saw a very old, very beautiful punch bowl, complete with ladle and cups. "Someone really loved that," my friend said, "to take such good care of it for so long."

I sometimes think of those words when I look at the china platter that belonged to my great-great-grandmother. The platter, small by today's super-sized standards, is scarred by a crack running from top to bottom. After some disaster that broke the piece clean in two — jostled in a wagon during a cross-country move? Dropped in a startled response to a snake in the kitchen? Some sudden calamity? — the halves were glued together.

Today the platter hangs on my wall in all its aged and imperfect glory. The glue holds fast but is stained; there's no mistaking the mend. And yet I love it all the more for that. Those who came before me clearly understood things like value and function and making do. This treasure — a broken relic to anyone else – has endured for five generations. It speaks quietly but eloquently of the people my forebears were.

All of that is a long-winded explanation of this: I'm no mechanic. Unlike a farmer forced to make his own repairs, I've never fixed anything of any particular importance. But when collector Dennis Krzyzowski — in an article in this issue of Farm Collector — speaks of his preference for pieces in original condition, I knew I'd found a kindred soul. "When I find something that has an old farmer's fix on it, I highlight it," he says. "I don't try to hide it, because to me, it really does tell a story."

It's an incomplete story, to be sure, but only the first half remains shrouded in mystery. When we see a fix, we know it was almost always grounded in necessity. "Use it up, wear it out, make it do or do without."

Many marvel at the early technology that evolved without benefit of calculators, computers and higher education. But there's a lot to be said for resourcefulness and ingenuity, and this issue of Farm Collector is packed full of that story. Enjoy the read! FC

A New Way of Looking at Old Things

Leslie C. McManusThis issue of Farm Collector has changed the way I look at things. First it was Josephine Roberts, writing about Welsh horses. At least one Welsh Cob — the one owned by Josephine's brother — is on the job in a traditional application: herding sheep.

To tend his herd, Andrew Roberts has replaced a quad bike with a horse. In making the change, economy was important. As Josephine notes, :a horse has to be fed even if it isn't being used, whereas a quad bike doesn't. But a horse can live on the same grazing land as the sheep, and during the winter she eats the hay cut from the land, just the same as the sheep do, so in that respect … costs are minimal.:

For years now, I've been visiting with folks who recalled that glorious day when Dad got his first tractor — and all the chores associated with workhorses ended. "You don't have to feed a tractor every day," they'd say.

But for this young stockman, anyway, going against conventional wisdom seems to be working. Perhaps progress at any price isn't always a bargain. Could it be that, in some applications, some of the old ways are better? Then there's Clell G. Ballard's look back at something as simple and as essential as a shed door. Through acquaintance with a century-old barn, I've come to understand the importance of door orientation, to both maximize summer breezes and minimize the impact of northern winds in the winter, but the evolution of doors had somehow escaped my attention.

The advent of ever-larger and more costly equipment played a role in door size and placement, and made it more and more difficult for farmers to build their own. About the time push came to shove, things changed in a few important ways. Check out Clell's article to learn more!

And finally, there's the ill-fated Snow Cruiser, the topic of Sam Moore's column this month. With nearly 80 years' hindsight, the Snow Cruiser seems almost laughably fantastical. Yet it was built in 1939, just three years after Hoover Dam was completed — a product of an era when people tackled big problems with big solutions.

And reading about Antarctica — in a summer when we've had a bumper crop of heat — was an undeniably cool diversion. Here's hoping this issue of Farm Collector helps you find a new way of looking at old things! FC

Time to Hit the Road!

Leslie C. McManus It’s show season! That season you yearned for, while slogging through the depths of winter, is well and truly upon us. It’s sunny, it’s hot, there’s no wind chill and no snow to shovel. In other words, it’s time to hit the road.

Here at Farm Collector, we’re hitting the road so much that it’s hard not to feel like a raccoon. Last week, ad rep Terri Keitel and I went all the way down to Lubbock, Texas, for the International Windmiller’s Trade Fair. This week I’m heading the opposite direction, to the Hay Tool Collectors Assn. annual swap meet and show, in Viroqua, Wisconsin.

In August, my husband, Jeff, and I will lead a group of more than 40 on the Farm Collector tour of England, Wales and Ireland, winding up at the Great Dorset Steam Fair for a day and a half. Celebrating its 50th anniversary this year, the event will showcase a record-breaking display of 500 full-size steam engines. Covering more than 600 acres, the Dorset show is one of Europe’s largest outdoor events with annual attendance of about 200,000.

Well aware that good things come in small packages too, the group will also take in a couple of shows on a much smaller scale, and I’m sure that everyone is excited by the possibility of getting acquainted with like-minded folks in Wales and Ireland.

Members of the Farm Collector team will wind up the show season with a visit to the Midwest Old Threshers Reunion in Mt. Pleasant, Iowa, where we’ve long enjoyed the opportunity to visit with old friends and new during the Labor Day weekend. If you’re there, swing by the tent and have a chat with editor-in-chief Richard Backus and ad rep Terri Keitel.

Wherever your show travels take you this summer, remember to have fun, take lots of photos to share with us in our Show Photo issue (deadline: Nov. 1!) and, last but not least, be careful out there. Driving, loading, unloading, operating: Bear in mind the essential need to protect your safety and that of others. And that includes ice cream. Don’t eat and walk (cones excepted). Don’t indulge while operating a tractor. And know your limits. With careful pacing, it’s possible to squeeze in more than one serving in an afternoon. It’s show season: Scoop up some fun! FC

In a Manner of Speaking

Every now and then, when I want to amuse myself, I speak to my kids in a foreign language. “I think you’re counting your chickens before they’re hatched,” I’ll say. Or, “Don’t be looking a gift horse in the mouth.” Or, “You’ll be fighting those dandelions until the cows come home.”

Members of younger generations understand these words, but not the meaning. In that sense, references like those are a foreign language to them. The death of the family farm and the revolutionary changes in agricultural technology over the past century are conspiring to make farm-related figures of speech obsolete.

The old expressions have clear and deep meaning – to those of us who have a connection to traditional farm life and rural America. We all know, for instance, that you can’t beat a dead horse. Each of us know somebody who’s as stubborn as a mule or somebody who’s living high on the hog.

We nod gravely when we hear that someone is being sent like a lamb to the slaughter. We roll our eyes when a young person is described as “sowing wild oats.” We understand that when someone says, “The chickens have come home to roost,” he’s actually saying something along the lines of, “Well, what did you expect would happen?”

Buy the farm. Get your goat. Put out to pasture. Pig in a poke. A tough row to hoe. Bring home the bacon. Tall cotton. Interestingly, some young people seem to have a sort of rough comprehension of some of these phrases. They have, for instance, a general notion that “running around like a chicken with its head cut off” refers to a state of panic or agitation. Having never observed such a scene, though, they fail to grasp the nuance. The rest of us know that a headless chicken can carry on like a whirling dervish, but it will be a short-lived performance.

In the pages of Farm Collector, we routinely run into the concept of “separating the wheat from the chaff.” It always reminds me of my father’s similar description of an event that he predicted would “separate the men from the boys,” a phrase that would be met with disapproval in many circles today.

Time marches on, and I am determined to march with it. I expect to become fluent in today’s figures of speech. Just as soon as pigs fly. FC

Leslie C. McManus LMcManus@ogdenpubs.com







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