This is a favorite photo of mine. It’s my nephew on a 1935 John Deere B. You’d assume he is unhappy because his mother left him or something… But in reality, he was unhappy because he wanted to be on the 1938 John Deere B with rubber tires that was next to the steel-wheeled tractor he was sitting on (which is what he is pointing at). Once I put him on the other tractor he was very happy.
This morning was a beautiful and cold March morning. Although not uncommon for March, having 5 degree weather for late March doesn’t always happen. I was privileged though to be able to enjoy this beautiful morning (being as it is a Saturday and I was not at work), and take a few photos to enjoy this Star Valley sunrise.
Winter is starting to wind down with a few signs of spring starting to pop up. In other words, the road in front of my house that is usually covered with snow for about three months of the year is now bare. We still have quite a ways to go though before it is all melted.
The point of all of this is that, although we have a lot of snow now, we used to get a great deal more. My grandparents would tell me of them feeding cattle in late April and May, being able to take the horses and sleigh on the crust over the fences. I can remember a few times when I was a kid that the top wire on the fences was covered enough that we could snowmobiles over it, but that hasn’t happened in quite a few years.
Here’s a photo that shows just how much they used to get. This is a photo of my grandpa on an old Ford 8N tractor with an angled blade. As you can see, the snow is up to the wheels on the tractor. There’s also a guy in the background to show perspective. It also shows our impressively large old barn.
Times have changed. In more ways than one.