Early Birds Get the Show Guide

2000 marks the first year for the Farm Collector show guide

| September 1999

  • Leslie C. McDaniel
    Leslie C. McDaniel

  • Leslie C. McDaniel

The 1999 show season is in high gear, but at Farm Collector, we're already looking forward to the next season. This fall, we'll produce Farm Collector's first show guide – for 2000. Starting with events on Jan. 1, our guide will capture all the action in farm collectibles, nationwide, all year long. 

Since our guide comes out early (copies will be available in December – perfect for holiday gift giving!), we start producing it early. Your deadline is Oct. 8. If you'd like to be a part of this guide, call us today! Let us help promote your club, show, museum or special event to a national audience!

In return, let us do you a favor: Do you have friends who'd enjoy Farm Collector as much as you do? Let us know their name and address, and we'll introduce them to Farm Collector. If they share your interest in antique farm equipment, they'll appreciate the gesture!

Gift subscriptions to Farm Collector are a great way to remember friends. We know one fellow who sent his club president a subscription as a "pat on the back" after a successful spring show. Another sent a gift subscription as a reward to an employee. It's the perfect all-occasion gift for the collectors in your life.

Enough with the commercials: on with the show! This issue is packed full: harvesting tobacco, college kids learning the classics (and we're not talking Shakespeare here!), a big show back east, runaway tractors, and the evolution of the American silo.

The latter is something I have only limited experience with. As a small child, while visiting the farm home of family friends, I had opportunity to crawl up into a silo while the adult keepers were otherwise engaged. When my disappearance was noted, full-scale pandemonium broke out at the silo's base. Once I put both feet back on the ground, the tales of silo danger and dread were laid on so thick that, for years after, I regarded the once-benign landmark as a vaguely sinister structure somehow capable of swallowing little girls up whole.