A spark from a welding torch started a recently cut grain (barley) field on fire. It was a little breezy and picked up very quickly. The field is next to our barn, which contains the hay stored for the beef cattle for the winter, and our tractors. Needless to say, it was an instant adrenaline rush. I grabbed a tractor and quickly hooked it up to the plow and made a ring around the fire to contain it. I can honestly say I’ve never hooked anything up that fast before. In the end, everything was okay, except for a few unlucky straw bales.
I had intentions on writing up a photo-book story of the restoration process of the John Deere Model A. I’m having a hard time finishing it, so I thought in the meantime, I’d just throw it up here. If there are any major spelling/grammar mistakes or things you’d like added, please use the comments field below. I’ll add some photos later. Click “Continue Reading” below for the full story.
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.
Here’s a little video that goes along with my last post.