Old Memories, New Memories
For many years my Dad has talked about one of the old farm tractors he used as a young man working in the fields. Even as a young boy I myself remember the tractor he often talked of fondly. It sat in my Great Granddad's barn and every so often they'd bring it out and use it for small chores. Long since retired from service the original tractor of memories past had long since been sold and replaced.
A few years ago the same model appeared at a local tractor dealer. Not a old worn out model 550 like I remember but a restored 550 like he remembered. It sat at the dealer for two years where people would inquire about it, ask questions, and reminisce, including my dad, but it never sold, until a month ago. Much to my fathers chagrin and dissapointment it was finally gone. It was quite disheartening to see the look on his face when he told me this. I know it held a place in his heart.
A week had past and it was still being brought up in conversation not only by my father but by a few of the old timers in the area. "Did you see that Oliver 550 finally sold?", you'd hear. Little did they know my mother had bought it for him for his 58th birthday. No longer able to hide the tractor it was finally revealed to him. The look of utter shock and suprise when my brother drove it up to the front door will never leave my memory.
So tonight I post a shot from this afternoon to serve reminder of the old memories from times past and the new memories that were created today. Surely my two young boys sitting on my dad's lap will remember the day the Oliver showed up at Grandpa's house.