Although it did not start out as “my” tractor, it has become mine by default after Rob’s death. This is his baby, and always will be. He taught me to drive this girl when we first were married. And while I did not do much tractor driving for 12 years, it has paid off that he did teach me. I was the step’n’fetch on the ground. He is much better at the driving part than I am. He had the strength and size to manage it better than I ever will. This girl has no power steering, no power brakes, and it takes quite a bit to make her go where you want her to go. When you add a bale of hay to the front, I am basically driving it blind as it’s tough to see over and around that hay. So far, with the luck of the Gods, i’ve not destroyed anything while driving her.
I also suffered deep and in someways similar wound but I am still not brave enough to write about it on Substack. Maybe in my memoir someday. I also feel scarred and feel like shouting, WHY ME GOD? ( such a cliché I know). This too shall pass, besides, we don’t know what loses others have suffered. Beautiful comparison.
I love this one. Yes, I sobbed - for you. Those nicks, dents, and scratches on the tractor give it that much more character. In my mind I can still see Rob driving it where you are now. They went well together.
For a very long time there was a Farmall for sale in a driveway right down the road from my farm in MA. I wanted to buy it. It was pointed out to me, rightly although in a very nasty way, that if I didn't know how to fix a tractor then I shouldn't get one.
I also suffered deep and in someways similar wound but I am still not brave enough to write about it on Substack. Maybe in my memoir someday. I also feel scarred and feel like shouting, WHY ME GOD? ( such a cliché I know). This too shall pass, besides, we don’t know what loses others have suffered. Beautiful comparison.
I love this one. Yes, I sobbed - for you. Those nicks, dents, and scratches on the tractor give it that much more character. In my mind I can still see Rob driving it where you are now. They went well together.
For a very long time there was a Farmall for sale in a driveway right down the road from my farm in MA. I wanted to buy it. It was pointed out to me, rightly although in a very nasty way, that if I didn't know how to fix a tractor then I shouldn't get one.
Stay Careful moving those bales around my friend!