Years ago, when I was finally old enough to appreciate the man, I remember visiting with my grandfather. Grandpa farmed using horses when he was younger.  The stories of that way of life and memories of the first tractors were very educational. Grandpa witnessed great changes in his lifetime. He never operated a big four wheel, but he did see them in action.

I haven’t always been a farmer like my granddad. My career path put me out on the road, manipulating semi trucks. I figured out I was the most happy working agricultural support though. During the times when I was over the road, I lost touch with the crop growing season. I missed that terribly.  Throughout my lifetime I can safely say I have been witnessing agricultural change. Maybe not as drastic as Grandpa did though.

The past three generations of the Shaw family have always had a hand in the soil, in some way. None of us actually owned the farm though, sort of…… Grandpa worked for a farmer for many years and took over the management of the farm when his employer passed away. Grandpa continued to handle those duties until he retired. We were always very close to the family Grandpa worked for. I always considered the widow another of my grandmothers.

My dad worked part time during the day before going to a “city” job at night. Of course, Dad’s employer was also someone the family grew close to. My dad ended up taking the gentleman in after he retired, until the farmer passed on. They were always close friends and it fit since the fellow had no family after his wife had passed. It seems I had alot of extended grandparents years ago.

It’s sad that the bond felt years ago, created from labor intense togetherness, doesn’t seem as prevalent. Modern farming isn’t the same. Now a day, a large close working team force isn’t required to keep a farm in check. Farms are bigger now, but the work has become easier, fewer people are needed to manage it.

I followed dad’s way of employment during my younger years. I started my career at age 12 working on a father/son managed operation. My initial job was  walking beans and mowing yard. As I matured and got bigger in stature my duties increased. The grain livestock operation grew several acres of hay. In fact there was enough baling done to justify a full time crew throughout much of the year. Our surplus hay was peddled out to smaller operations and recreational farmers.

I didn’t consider it so much a blessing then, but the farm I worked wasn’t totally up to date modern. I do now. Not many my age remember harvesting ear corn, storing the ears in corn cribs. The hard work of shelling the corn from out of cribs. Tractor cabs weren’t standard equipment then. They weren’t as nice as the climate control of today. I spent many years on open station tractors. I braved the sun, dust and other elements. I was also just off enough to enjoy every single minute. This may shed light as to why I collect now.

All through my high school years I continued working for the farm. I wasn’t only a part of the crew, my employers groomed me to supervise in their absense. At the age of 18, I was learning the maturity and difficulty of being the boss. This life experience would soon lead to a small hay operation opportunity of my own. I was the first Shaw to actually own a tractor, and manage my own farm ground, not just operate one for someone else. The triumph was short lived, a 20 year old isn’t always smart enough to understand a good thing when he has it.

I continued to work my first farm job off and on whenever possible. 20 years later, I moved south near Springfield, IL. My career had already taken on a road aspect. I did work for a farmer full time for about a year. It didn’t take long to realize the glamorous life style of working in a hog confinement. I gave up handling the “show girls” and went back to the pursuit of the road. It was at this point in life I discovered I enjoyed ag support. It was the combined pleasure of both loved worlds, farming and the road.

I currently work for a grain company now. I can’t claim to be just employed as a driver though. Driving is my principle duties, but my past experiences allow me to be utilized on the 4000 acre farm operations my employer also have. Some of the farm work is familiar, but I had to modernize  This could be considered my “dream” job. I enjoy being a part of the team.

I will be sharing a series of my “Then and Now views on farming in a few part series here on the blog. I hope that you the readers will enjoy my reminiscent views ……

Every year, since the creation of the Antique Iron Mafia, I have shared insight about the respect deserved by owners displaying on a show line. The public owes gratitude to anyone willing to make effort to restore and present our farming history for viewing. Remember there is a great undertaking to present a tractor or other antique item. Many have taken on their projects as a labor of love and simply ask nothing in return for your enjoyment in viewing. Here are easy rules to bare in mind during attendance of  a tractor event.

** Look with your eyes! Do NOT touch!

Many of these beautiful show quality tractors have undergone many painstakingly long hours to become what they are. There is also a cost factor. Paint and parts are very expensive!

** Stay off and keep your children from climbing on the presented equipment

There is nothing more disrespectful than climbing up on a tractor and / or messing with controls. This is also very unsafe! This could be the cause of accidents.  Also leaving switches on that should be turned off can cause damage. Even though you may have operated, or you have one of the display of your own, does not give you cause to mess with someone else’s property.  If there is a dire need to feel the seat and touch, at least ask. The owner could be nearby, watching you!

I have witnessed people walking along the line up letting their children hop from and climb on each and every tractor along the way. Again this can cause damage. It is also very unsafe, the child could fall. These are agricultural artifacts, not a playground.

The final point I’d like to draw attention to won’t be a popular one. I have actually been witness / and victim. I’m sure many fellow collectors can agree this practice should end.  Everyone has their right to opinion. This right doesn’t give license to criticize. People will actually call attention to flaws and inaccuracies. I have actually had rude comments, sadly from fellow tractor owners. Unless you are judging for a blue ribbon or considering purchase, maybe it would be best to guard against negative comments.  Good natured teasing is one thing, I admit I will do as much. Blatant critical is far worse and can be seen as hurtful.

I have a friend that owns a Farmall H. There is a certain peculiar dent in the fuel tank. The owner will never repair the dent simply because it’s a fond memory. The previous family member that owned the H always fueled with a can. The dent was caused by the repeated leaning to tilt the heavy can.

Simply, if something doesn’t interst you, move along and find something that does. Not everyone has the same tastes and views. There’s nothing wrong with that.

I’ve been roped into having my opinion expressed on equipment I didn’t find of my interest before. In those cases I have simply stated, two factors. My opinion doesn’t matter and I have nicely as I can remarked it not being something I’d collect. However I will celebrate the peice and enjoy learning about it. It’s taken some time to learn for me, but it’s not necessarily about the tractor, it’s the fellowship involved with people in the passion.

Let’s have a great, exciting, friendly show season!

The bigger the toys get, the more involved to haul them. I come from the school of thought “If a person has to continue to borrow a tool, they need to own their own.” I out grew my original tilt top trailer pretty quickly years ago. The original intended use for the trailer was actually my lawn care business transport years ago.  I still have it, to this day, but it definitely isn’t quite suitable to move a full size antique tractor. Even when the number of L&G needing transport increased, it became obvious my hauling capabilities were going to need a change

I am very thankful for my friends that let me “borrow” the use of trailers before I managed to acquire my own tools of transport.

At one time, I had an agreement with my friend Digger Dave to purchase a heavier bumper pull type trailer for my hauling needs. It is a great trailer, but it wasn’t quite suitable for me.

Dave is a fellow collector. He is also someone I frequently pair up with, working together, going to shows. He’s a self employed contractor with large dirt moving equipment. He also owns the transport equipment to move large earth movers. The added perk, the trucks come in quite handy moving antique tractors during a weekend.

Our shared attitude “why just take one or two tractors, when we can go with several!” Digger has several large show pieces, semi tractors become essential in travel logistics.

Last summer I acquired the trailer I needed. Instead of making my tractors think skinny because the hauling deck was low between the wheels. Dave’s trailer sale to me could only handle my Farmall H. My other tractors were to spread out to go between the trailer wheels.  I purchased a deck over style. Problem solved! The added benefit, I could distribute the weight better on my truck, with a fifth wheel type.

 

 

The fifth wheel deck is a nice size, but I have more than one tractor. Surely two bigger can travel together just as easy as one. They can, of course, if the truck power is rated heavy enough. I didn’t have that luxury. My faithful half ton truck can handle one tractor. Two large size is asking to much of it.

My friend Kevin Periman, also knows the hazards and discomforts of trying to haul great big loads with little bitty trucks. He sees no problem of over kill, actually in our companion circle it’s more the rule and not a exception . To much power and size is much better than not quite enough. We phrase it different as in referring to the size of a derriere. ” Ya could be out class, if ya ain’t go enough …. “.

Kevin has set up a Freightliner single axle truck to easily do the work of a one ton pick up. His truck set up has brawn, the greater ability. I like that train of thought.

I had a dream! I also have the right friends to make it reality. I wanted to follow along with Kevin’s idea only I wanted it just a little different. I like antique and decided to seek an old grain truck to create my toy hauler. The truck would be rated more than adequate to handle my growing transporting need, I hope, but one never knows. If I found a suitable truck that was unique, it could be a toy to show off just like my tractors it hauled.

I found just the right appeal! A 1971 Dodge C-500 was for sale near by. The grain truck was ready for retirement and had just the look I sought. Doug Edwards was already on board since I was considering a Chrysler. The Edwards empire is in firm support of Mopar.  The purchase of the truck was an adventure in itself, but like any other “toy deal” I came away with yet another friend.

 

Doug and I could vision diamonds. When we looked at the truck we were seeing something entirely different than a worn grain truck. We sat discussing and planning over adult beverages one evening.  At one point Doug looks up, from pictures on his phone, and shows me a truck. “Ya should just go buy this” he confides “Its already to go!”.

Doug had found another Dodge series C. this one was the next model bigger, the C-700, and had spent life as a shuttle tractor. I liked it! This truck wasn’t going to take the work entailed to become a toy wagon. It was ready to go, in fact it could pull a semi trailer. It had the experience. Never occurring to me it was available, I just referred to a picture model of what could be accomplished. It had a price tag I found a little above my intended budget, at first. We hadn’t actually determined a cost factor yet for the C-500.

I found out, through the grapevine, that Digger had found a truck and was intent on purchasing. The truck catching his eye was a C-700. In fact, it was the same truck Doug had found on line. I wouldn’t step on Digger making his deal, and had hopes of his purchase. It would be pretty cool to arrive at a show, in convoy, with similar Dodge trucks. Digger gave me the green light to pursue the C-700 a few days later. He had decided to seek out something else.

It was go! I made some calls and arranged for ownership. It seems my standard operating procedure, I not only made another successful “toy” purchase, I’ve come away with yet another friend.

Doug and I made a road trip to Wisconsin.

From this point, I’m leaving the story on the cliff. The spoiler alert, well the truck is in process of becoming my coolest toy of all. “Big Red” deserves a story tell all of her own

I’m planning to write a series in the coming few publications aptly titled “Maybe its not just about the iron” This series will share my observations and stories about the life blood to the “tractor” passion, the people.

No one can admit to having the perfect job. I do have to say my current work situation is perfect for me in the case of feeling the pulse of the “antique tractor” world. It’s probably of no surprise, I don’t get through a day without talking about tractors. Many people that I associate with in my employed industry share my interests. I drive a semi for a local grain elevator. One of my most favorite aspects of the job,  is on farm grain pick up. Once my trailer is staged under the auger, I’m going to be loading for a measured amount of time. This is a great opportunity to visit with a farmer. What of course is a great topic to discuss as an ice breaker?

Even though on farm pick up is my favorite part of the job, my employer doesn’t always agree it’s his best choice to send me. I have a reputation, now, of being a “tractor nut” and the farmers enjoy seeing my truck arrive. I have been distracted during loading and scaled in, at the elevator, overloaded. I am continually reminded to stay focused on my job. I can’t help the fact our customer base and I have a common passion!

I recently loaded for a farmer I had looked forward to talking with. This particular farmer is a fellow collector, in fact his experiences are well documented by a skilled writer I admire. He transports most of his grain himself, since he owns semis. I was pretty excited to actually get to visit one on one. All the other times we had encountered one another were always at shows. The hustle and bustle doesn’t always permit a quality conversation.

There may not be honor among thieves, but I hope there is among writers. Keith Ladage is Cindy’s other half. There isn’t much material I can share that Cindy hasn’t written about, even if I would do that. Cindy is far more advanced in the writing world and has actually been published. An accomplishment I still strive toward. I would hope any of this blog’s following reads her articles as well.

Keith and I talked tractor, but we discovered other commonality. I already was aware of his interest in aircraft. It was fun listening to his flight stories and having the opportunity to share mine from years ago.

He shared pictures of his favorite tractor pieces and talked about his future plans of restoring, buying, and selling. I had to smile, wondering how he planned to have time to restore though. He and his lovely wife are well traveled. I highly doubt Cindy has plans to slow down for some time to come. Keith likes to get around to shows and they are a great match. I’m wondering when he’s going to have time to be in the shop.

Keith’s brother, Wayne, is another of our elevator customers. Wayne doesn’t show tractors like Keith, but he does have several nice old tractors around his farm. He still uses his here and there so his collection isn’t really retired. I have made many on farm pick ups for Wayne and can’t help noticing there is always a different tractor powering the auger when we load out. I have to wonder if its just a certain tractor’s turn for a work out or he does it knowing I appreciate seeing the different tractors operate.

I remember two years ago after he had come to realize how much I enjoy antique tractors, I got a private tour of the whole collection. He waited until all the other drivers had gone on their way. After looking around, making sure the coast was clear, he slowed the loading operation down and we were off looking at what he had. Of course I took my load into the elevator, overloaded!

The elevator has a few more farmers that enjoy having the classics. Bob Hogan always has a different auger tractor for me to check over. Tim Seifert has a beautifully restored Farmall 856 I actually got pirated away to view during a wedding reception I was attending at his house. I can’t say as it was a kidnapped distraction that was unexpected though. The couple we were honoring know me quite well to expect such things. In fact my 656 is housed in the machine shed on their farm.

It’s obvious, I don’t get through a day without talking tractor. I would think this writing documents the reasoning. Just another day in the life of a country boy with the tractor passion

 

This past weekend I took part in a royal dinner party. Granted most people in my social standing just consider it having supper together. Doug Edwards and I had planned the gathering and I had looked forward to the meal with eager anticipation.

I’m sure there are black tie events that still happen. Most gatherings I attend seem not to have a dress code though. I learned etiquette as I grew up. Now a day I very seldom, pretty much not at all, wear a jacket and or tie. I’m not seen wearing a shirt with a collar all that often. I have had to, of course, and I do know proper use of silverware, but I’d rather not have to worry about spilling and culinary debris on my clothing.

I highly doubt anyone that follows this blog or has involvement with the Antique Iron Mafia”  would look down their nose at country folk. I’d think we all ARE country folk! Maybe some of us still were bib overalls, eat fried chicken and baked beans with our fingers and drink moonshine. Ok I, for one, don’t drink moonshine, but I do prefer wearing bibs, fried chicken is favored, and some things are easier to eat with fingers. I’m sure my point is seen. Who else wishes to admit guilt for being country?

Saturday was a work day. Many projects were being completed at Jim’s shop. Jim, Doug, and Jason more than likely work like that all the time, I was just welcomed into the mix. Doug “super tuned”  my newly aquired M and was teaching an old dog tricks that should have been learned a long time ago.

The transition into our evening social event went smoothly. Tools were put away, tables were set up, the grill was warming up, and Doug and I went into KP mode for our wonderful three course steak dinner. Marcy had made a salad and cheese cake. Marlene made a green bean casserole. Everything is so much better with a green bean casserole! Rib eyes, grilled mushrooms, and grilled sliced potatoes made our 5 star meal complete.

I believe it was Doug who mentioned our dinning hall in the shop might have been a little to quaint for the jet set elite. My response to that was to ask why? Restaurants chose to decorate in a similar manner? The only difference in our dining service was it was more intimate and family. It was self service.

Ok so we’re not eating of of bone China and drinking from crystal glasses either. Honestly would food taste any different? Paper plates are far easier to clean. I personally am a little uncomfortable having someone hovering awaiting to attend my needs anyway. I don’t see any need in discussing the men’s room. I’m writing an article about class after all. Anyone country knows to wit I refer anyway.

A dignitary would more than likely be welcome at any event I go to. The only waiting on their wishes might simply be handing them a beer “since u is up”. That would only be if they had asked and nicely. They better not act to uppity and expect it all the time though, and return the gesture. Jason made comment “It’s nice to be important, but it’s more important to be nice”

Our time together that evening even went international for a brief instant. Yes there were red tractors near by, but I’m referring being in communication, via a text, with my little brother currently stationed in Korea. If that doesn’t impress, how about the fact we were dining with a look a like to a country legend!

Disclaimer: I don’t expect everyone to get the country legend implication.

I have been to many different social gatherings over the years. I find it really interesting that lately many of them have been held in or near the barn. It would stand to reason considering, I tend to surround myself with country people anyway. Breaking bread with the Edwards family is an example I consider dining with royalty. In that train of thinking ALL my friends are cherished in the form of royalty.

Whether you wear Armani or Carhartt, drive a Porsche or a pick up, everyone has their own sense of class and style. It’s not in clothes or other personal trapping. True measure is your actions and attitude. Now that’s how class is displayed.  I’m just glad to learn the wisdom of who I am and who I wish to associate with. My close friends are enrichment and bring joy to my life. I can only hope they feel the same of me.

 

 

A little over a week ago, Doug Edwards introduced me to a new friend. Jessica Mullen was a part of our group when I was invited to take part in the Shiloh Valley plow adventure. This was Jessica’s first experience to be around antique tractors. During the day, our friendship grew. I was so impressed by how she reacted to being involved to something totally new to her.

Jessica has the potential to be a great wordsmith in her own right. She and I have become friends on Facebook and most of this following will be in her words. It’s fun to see that her take on the event has very similar parallels to mine. When I created my recent published piece, I had been multitasking texting with her. I left out some description of the day so that she could share it from a new comer perspective.

Jessica:     When I was originally asked to attend a plow day in Belleville, IL I almost declined. I have no idea about tractors and plows and never thought I would have interest in them. Finally I agreed, thinking it would be great to take a day away from the hustle of life

On Friday, during my first time to be on the Edwards farm, The shed doors started to open I saw the smiles, and listened to the chatter of which tractors were going. I was being told what was what, but I just listened as I had no clue. I was impressed by the collection. The engines started to fire up, that was the moment there was an inkling of excitement starting. Even with me.

Saturday morning, with everything loaded, we took off. Even the convoy of trucks, trailers, tractors, and plows were exciting. Just outside town I realized I had forgotten my phone! I thought for a moment to go back, but said “keep going”. It was the best decision I made.

We arrived at the event, I was still kind of wanting to stay out of the way, yet I jumped in when I could. I watched as this family and their friend excitedly and proudly unloaded everything working as a team. I watched as other tractors were being unloaded. People helped other people when needed. Teams of horses moving through.

Then it was time to head to the fields, and they said “get up there too!” I climbed up on my first tractor only to ride a few feet and be asked to get down. ” Dang insurance!” Rick and Corey were right there with the golf cart so I jumped on and the days laughter began. Everyone was patient with all my questions, explained things and I had a little more knowledge than I thought already.

The first fields we saw were for the plow horses. I was in awe, I wanted to pet them all. Watching them plow was outstanding, their muscles,team work. It was beautiful.

Next came the fields for the guys to plow in. There were so many tractors, old ones, new ones, loud ones, obnoxious loud ones, really cool ones like the tandem I fell in love with.

Yeah I fell in love with a tractor!

Through out the day I would hop from cart to cart. Sometime with Marcy and Marlene, or with Corey, Rick and Jason

I have to add to Jessica’s narrative, She adapted quickly to her surroundings and fit in like she had always been a farm girl. She did get right in the mix and became a team player. Insurance can interfere, but we did get her back on a tractor.

Jessica:  As the day went on I noticed at many points I could actually smell the dirt and how clean and glorious it smells. Clearly in life I had forgot to stop and smell the dirt! Riding beside the plows, watching the dirt move was almost entrancing. I looked up, at one point, taking a deep breath, and started counting tractors. 1,2,3,….12 I started to smile. Here is this event I thought I would have no interest in, and I found myself fully embraced in all the excitement and this other world I didn’t even know I had a love for.

Finally it was my turn to plow they said….”No Thanks” I said…..That was clearly not going to fly. As I climbed up on the seat I thought ‘this is a bad idea’. Doug stated “just drive and I’m going to the golf cart”…I don’t think so! And then I just started. I was driving a tractor and plowing. All of a sudden it was joy, happiness, tranquility, and serenity.

Yes a love was born that day, the simplicity of it all. The amazing comradery, love, and bond. I was fortunate enough to watch within this group of people I had just met. The way they were all kind and gracious to me, this new comer of the day.

Leaving my phone behind and actually being able to smell the dirt and be completely present the entire day, I was already a blessed woman, even more so on November 4th. I do not know if I will ever be to another event like that. I may never plow or drive a tractor again, but I’m so grateful I went. I would suggest to anyone to go ahead leave the phone, take your family and attend one. This was an amazing location, with a collection and museum. Beyond what I ever imagined in my mind.

I have assured Jessica this will not be her last time to be invited to a tractor event.  She’s no where near done exploring the antique tractor world, unless she really wants to be. My new found friend has great descriptive skill, which I hope we hear more of her perspective in the future. One never knows, she may be seen next year happily waving and smiling her high wattage smile from a red tractor. All though her last quote in the narrative, she may have a tractor of her own!

Jessica:  “Now to quit my day job and just buy tractors!!”

I don’t know, but it sounds like we may have another tractor addict in the making.

I’m going to let Jessica tell about the museum

Jessica:  The museum at Shiloh Valley Farm was spectacular. Not only were there thousands of things to see like old carriages, trinkets, tools, seats and very old tractors. there were two floors of it all, a side shop where the newer model tractors were. The entire thing blew my mind. Where does one find all of this and what is this?!

Once again I was completely present to the smell of lacquer on the floors that was rich through the air. The hand rails were sanded and so smooth. The place was spotless and easy to move through. Even the bridge we took to get to it was cool. I myself enjoyed the old carriages, they were beautiful.

Thanks Jessica, for showing what the event looked like from your eyes.

Marlene didn’t find the bridge so cool, Of course Jim, Doug, and…. okay…. I admit me a little were bouncing on it to scare her. I agree the bridge was pretty neat. The comradery  Jessica speaks about can get silly. Marcy, I still found corn cob bits in my pockets after we all said our good byes for the day!

If you ask, Jessica will also tell you how gracious the Edwards family can be. There are so many families just like them too.

Its nice to envision what a new comer, to the scene, experiences. I’m glad her experience was a happy one. I take for granted just how blessed I am to be a very small part of the grand scheme of tractors.

 

I have often considered that I may need to evaluate my idea of fun. There’s just something about operating a tractor, for any reason, that brings me joy though. I discovered a long time ago that I’m not the only person willing to work and consider it play. The past couple of weekends I’ve worked /played at plowing with some of my great friends, the Edwards clan.

Recreational plowing has been a popular late fall activity for a great while. I have been to a few plowing events, but never really got to participate for obvious reasons. I didn’t own the right size tractor! There are garden tractor plow events however, I just haven’t attended one yet. I wouldn’t doubt it originated from neighbors helping neighbors years ago.

Horse drawn implements make the events even more popular. Horses going quietly about the labor is a sight to behold. A well trained working team are quite nice to observe. My personal desire to plow more modern, driving a tractor may seem lazier to the horse person perspective. Along the lines of horse drawn, I’ll just step back and watch.

Two weeks ago was our trail, so to speak, for the main event last weekend. It was my first opportunity to plow with a tractor I owned. The misfortune was my recently purchased M didn’t wish to run correctly. Old tractors are like old people. They may function normally, but need the extra love and attention deserved.

Even though my M went on the trailer for an early ride home, I still got my chance to have a wheel in the furrow. The Edwards family are very generous with their friends, and they had taken more than enough tractors for everyone. In fact, that Saturday most of the tractors plowing were owned by the Edwards family.

It felt more like winter when we plowed on October 28th. In fact there were snowflakes seen falling now and then. The smell and sight of the rich black dirt being rolled over is just relaxing. I had forgotten what it’s like to be watching from the seat, but on these weekends I was right there in the elements. Not looking through dirty glass in a noisy cab. Well to be fair, Jim and Marlene did plow with a cab tractor. They were out of the elements

Doug had invited me along for the second weekend plowing several weeks previously. He wouldn’t give me much details as to where we were going and kept it very secret. He monitored anyone that had been there having any conversation with me. All I was allowed to know was I was going to be very surprised and thoroughly enjoy myself.  Bill Robb tried to enlighten me somewhat, but Doug did everything short of having Bill sign a gag order.

The Friday before we left was a hurried last minute preparation. At one point I wasn’t even sure I’d be able to even go. Plans made, sometimes change and what was thought could be transported with three trucks ended up needing a fourth. Jim hauled one plowing unit, a John Deere 730 with an Oliver 4 bottom semi mount plow. Jason hauled the two golf carts. Doug had the Oliver 88 Standard behind his truck, and I brought a three bottom pull type for the Oliver behind my truck. I won’t go into the comedy of loading in the dark and the trial and error. I will however commend how well we all worked together to over come and adapt. I’m sure the father and three sons have always worked together in a finely tuned fashion, but I felt honored to become a part of the team.

Saturday morning we headed out on the hour and half journey. I’m sure we looked awsome cool in convoy, even though my 150 stuck out as an odd ball with the three Dodge trucks. Today’s weather was going to be much more comfortable than the previous weekend, even though there was risk of rain.

So my first impression, Wow! Doug’s surprise was complete. We arrived at a show/event that could be compared to a farm progress show in sorts. First glimpse was a huge farm in the Shiloh valley outside Bellville, IL. The traffic, hustle, and bustle was evident that something big was happening though.

The eight of us worked together again and got ready to plow. Jim, Marlene Cummins, Jason, Marcy, Doug, Cory, and a newly made friend Jessica Mullen made up the troop. (My next article post will be a interview with Jessica sharing her perspective)

There was so much going on, the Renner farm is huge. They  own a farm and country life museum and the tractor collection was tremendous. The key to the collection was having every single type John Deere four wheel drive.

Even more horses were going about farm labor, tractors of all types color, size were turning the dirt. There was a threshing demonstration happening as well. Activities abound! It was hard to imagine that this open house event was put on by a one family.

Plowing was a little rough this time. We were plowing cornstalk ground and dealing with constant plug ups. I don’t remember back in the day having a golf cart full of people riding along and jumping to the operator’s aide, but it was nice for this day. Didn’t I mention teamwork is pretty special?

November 4th was a special day that I will look back and smile thinking about. October 28th, even being a cold, I was warmed by my friendship with a wonderfully special family.

 

 

 

 

 

October 11, 2017 Andrew Owen “Andy” Harris (May 3,1947 – October 6, 2017) made his final journey to his resting place. His last wish was to travel there on his beloved Oliver 1955 GM diesel powered tractor. His tractor was driven by his nephew Jay Harris. Twelve of Andy’s tractor friends accompanied him on the final ride

I was honored to be among the Twelve. Andy was a gentleman and many people enjoyed being in his company. During the wake and service, I discovered there was more to the man.  I wish there had been further opportunities to learn that. Plain and simple Andy Harris was a great friend.

The founding circle of friends that created the actual “Antique Iron Mafia” are familiar with the dealings of mortality. In fact, the Facebook group was initially created to pass information concerning a memorial tractor show held for another friend tragically lost in an automobile accident. During the planning for the memorial is when and how I actually got to know Andy.

Kevin Becker (August 5, 1974 – October 6, 2013) was also a friend to many. Kevin’s community spirit and sense of friendship made him very popular. Kevin and I had already been friends before we started showing lawn and garden tractors together. We had been approached with the opportunity to host a show in companion with a community event in 2013. Even though it was a great success, I hadn’t made the administrating work any easier by moving away a few weeks before the show took place. Kevin was to take over as host for the following year. Tragically we lost Kevin two months later. The 2014 show did take place, as a memorial to our friend.

My dad wasn’t in the best of health, he didn’t make the journey down to be involved with the memorial event. I had brought his Case 130 for display though. The Sunday evening after the 2014 show weekend, when I returned his tractor to him, would be the last time we were together. He passed away in his sleep early the following morning.

My step brothers and sister were in agreement with my plans to honor Dad’s wish for an intimate graveside gathering to bid farewell. I stepped up to my greatest challenge and officiated the service. Dad’s beloved Case 130 was included. When my family had tractors on the show line, one of them usually flew our nation’s colors. Dad’s 130 has an unusual drawbar that makes mounting the flag difficult.  On the day of the funeral, the 130 finally carried the stars and stripes.

In 2015, another greatly honored friend passed that was a loss felt by many, even by Andy. Tom Crawford was widely known for his tractor antics. His knowledge of antique tractors was often sought out.  He left a very extensive collection and was always playing or working with his tractors. He farmed, he pulled, he drove, he saw. He was even known to just ride into New Berlin on a tractor just for his morning cup of coffee. Dave was very close to Tom, and I can’t help but enjoy stories he regales when he shares them.

October 11th was a cold, grey, wet morning. I dressed in my usual utilitarian manner to deal with antique tractors, with exception I wore a dress shirt and tie.  My 1947 Farmall H, which was my intended choice for the procession, wasn’t in a cooperative mood that morning.  Dave suggested his John Deere 4020 as an alternate. Two of the tractors, from New Berlin were to big for us to haul currently. Brandon and I drove in while Dave followed along transporting a slower one.

On our journey to Jacksonville, we passed the cemetery where Kevin’s marker stands. In a sense, I felt him climb on board with me to be included in the farewell. My Dad is always in my heart so he was along for the ride as well. Considering the close bond that Dave and Tom shared, Tom was on board the IH 1566 guiding Brandon and Dave.

The problem of placing Andy on his hearse was quickly dealt with before the service. Seven more pallbearers were enlisted to ensure the proper dignity of the duties.

I still can’t find the words to describe the touching moments of respect shown by several on the journey during the procession. At one crossroad, two semis blocked the road to protect the procession’s progress. The drivers stood quietly, their hats in their hands, watching us pass. In fact many watched our passing, quietly paying their respect in their own manner. Those actions I had thought were lost and only seen in old western movies.

October 11th may have actually only been a symbol of Andy’s last ride. He in sense will always be a part of our drives to come. Andy, Tom, My dad, and Kevin will live on in our hearts and memories for some time to come. All it takes is for us to allow that to happen. I personally choose to let it.

 

Those that know the Case history will appreciate my title pun for part two. It’s still a catchy title none the less

My Case collection grew by number and tractor size in the last few years. I, for some reason, decided I needed to own more than one fullsize antique tractor and was starting to get away from just being a lawn & garden collector. My original plan was to buy a Farmall Cub, which to me was a tractor in both worlds.

A tractor friend, Tom Crawford, had passed away in 2015.  He had owned a very extensive collection of all brands and sizes. Even though Dave and I originally went out to Tom’s farmstead seeking a Cub for my  growing collection, Dave remembered there being a better little tractor that would be more suitable. He figured I would like the little orange tractor even more than owning  a Farmall Cub.

Along a wall, covered in dust was a Case VAC. The tractor hadn’t seen much use. Dave remembered Tom would drive it now and then. Evidently he had plowed with it, because the wheels were set to track in a furrow. Dave was right! I did like the little Case and I struck a bargain to initiate ownership.

The little tractor recieved a brand new battery and constant fussing trying to get it running again. It ran long enough to drive onto a trailer for it’s short ride into town. 

Modern gasoline isn’t real friendly on fuel systems built in 1950. I battled trying to get the little tractor to run right, changing fuel filters, blowing out the lines, and Dave showed me tricks to adjust the carburetor.  My friend Kevin Periman finally solved my issues by rebuilding the carburetor all together. Finally the tractor ran like the little jewel expected.

I found out in a hurry the next spring that a Case VAC isn’t a wise choice for a tractor drive. They’re aren’t the quickest steppers and I held up the drive creating a large gap. The tractors behind me got off route and it was a little comical correcting the issue that morning. Since the tractor drive was passing through New Berlin, I quickly changed horses and used my H for the return, finishing the drive.  I still get kidded for being the only known person to leave on a drive on one tractor and come back on an a entirely different one.

The 1951 VAC did clean up pretty nicely. Even with the discovery it wasn’t fast enough for a tractor drive it was suitable for parades and shows. The small size and lite weight made for an easy hauler.

I embarrassed myself  during late summer last year at a tractor pull in West Alton, MO. A stock Case VAC is a little small on horse power and lite weight for a novice puller to attempt moving a sled. The ultimate goal is to actually move the sled…..I didn’t!

Earlier this year, I made a trade deal, with Jim Edwards, and gave up the little VAC. I was a little sad to last see the tractor go on the Mecum sale at the end of March. I almost bid on it to buy it back, but was afraid to ask Jim to haul it home for me again. I anticipated it may have cost me a tidy sum to have him transport it back for me.

I really need to learn browsing social media can get me into trouble.  Finding a 1964 Case 830 for sale on a Facebook group last November, I was intrigued to research further. Owning a tractor manufactured the same year I was could be pretty cool.

Case tractors weren’t real popular in the region of IL I’m from so they’re not real familiar to me. I really like the looks of that model. The long sleek hood with the headlights and eagle on display out front. They’re just a stylish looking tractor to me. I also find them really interesting since the Case L&G series I collect are modeled after them. The seller Nate Reinhardt was actually nearby so on a whim I made an appointment to investigate the tractor for purchase.

Digger Dave and I were off on yet another adventure. He was involved with every other of my large tractor purchases, I couldn’t leave him out on this one. I honestly respect his insight anyway so he was definitely invited to consult.

We arrived at Nate’s and went into standard tractor buying strategy. While Dave distracted Nate I’d privately examine something and then so it wasn’t obvious we would switch and I would distract Nate so Dave could examine something.  Nate and I negotiate and I came away with a pretty good deal.

There was only one problem to Dave and my somewhat heartless tactic. Case people are really great people. Money matters can get ruthless, in fact wars have started over money. I had already started to like Nate and beginning to consider him a friend. That happens alot with my Case dealings.

As it turned out, I really didn’t own the 830 for long. This project tractor was going to be to large a project for me to take on. I didn’t have the time and money to fix up the retired hay tractor.          I was also being inticed on owning another red tractor. Jim Edwards and I were in negotiations for me to buy a 656. My red power family heritage was starting to shine through. I wonder if dad and grandpa were looking down from heaven shaking their heads and telling our great Creator to influence me to embrace the family philosophy again.

Three months later, I resold the tractor and it’s retired easy life becoming a show piece ended. A hobby farmer bought it and put her back to work. Dave was dispatched to transport the farmer’s purchase to its new home near Dietrich. Of course that created another road trip adventure for the two friends to take part in.

Case people really are great though. My friendship with Nate has been going on now, longer than my ownership of the tractor I bought from him. I’m actually gone full circle to being only a Case L&G guy again. I still come away with some pretty awsome new friends living out my story of increase.

 

My dad, Harold Shaw was actually the original family member to own a Case lawn tractor. We actually knew very little about their history. It really surprised me that he purchased a 1965 130 and had it repainted considering our family was more inclined toward International Harvester. I immediately started doing Internet-based research to discover just exactly what he had decided to own.

I was soon to discover this particular model was the first one produced with the Case logo. Case had purchased the Colt Manufacturing Company, a small Wisconsin garden tractor builder. The 130 and a bigger model designated the 180 were only produced for one year. The 130 was powered by a 10 horse Kohler, hydraulic driven, and had 12 inch rear wheels. The 180 was powered by a 12 horse Kohler, and rode on 16 inch rear wheels. Case lawn tractors aren’t terribly common in Central Illinois, so dad had come into owning a uncommon tractor for our area.

Dad was pretty proud of his little tractor. He had even managed to get his picture on the cover of “Old Abe News ” sitting on the trusty little machine. He left the tractor pretty well stock originally. My influence would come to play since I had a habit of “dressing up” my tractors.

During our first show we attended together, I managed to find him a set of Chrome hubcaps that looked pretty nice.

Soon after that he would decide to follow my example and get the exhaust exposed to the sky and a chrome straight pipe was installed. My uncle found a chrome air cleaner at an auto parts store that fit. The 130 started to wear some bling. The original spinner on the steering wheel was wooden, I found a chrome one to replace the worn wood and it was installed for his birthday in 2014.  All my show tractors have mower decks, but I don’t show with them mounted. Dad asked my reasoning, so I explained it was far easier to load and the tractor didn’t take as much space when transporting. After some thought, dad allowed me to take the deck out from under his.

The 130 came with a steel pan seat. Dad’s had one, it’s a fun story how it came to have a leather padded one though. My dad didn’t get around real well from having a mild stroke. Most times to ease the work of unloading and reloading at shows I would do it for him. Shows generally take place when it’s warm, the sun shining down and lighting up the beautiful lined up tractors. Remember the sun HEATS things too. Guess who had to sit on the scalding hot seat to load the tractor, wearing shorts most of the time. I’m pretty sure that was how my rear got beat in my adult age. I always noticed he smiled when I sat down.

Ag bar tires were added for the farm tractor look. Most of our family show tractors have front tri rib tires when they became available. Dad’s was the first one. The front tires were downsized because we only found the tri ribs in six inch then.  

Dad gave me half ownership. He always offered to sell me the tractor being funny. My standard reply was I’d wait, someday it would be all mine. I was content with having half a tractor and him around as my partner. I guess technically it’s all mine now. My dad passed away on August 4, 2014. I’ll always consider the 130 his though, and I’m just taking care of it and showing it for him.

I haven’t done many changes since dad passed. The chrome stack was bluing out and I did replace it with a double wall to fix it. The foot pads now have a custom fit floor matt and I had a standard lawn tractor draw bar fabricated.

I have plans to have my painter friend Doug Edwards remove some war wounds and scars from showing.

JI Case produced the 100 series four years. In 1966 after retooling similar models were produced with hydraulic drive. The 150 with a 10 horse Kohler and 12 inch rear wheels replaced the 130. The 12 horse 190 replaced the 180. Case also introduced a gear drive transmission and designated it as a 120. The 120 had a 10 horse Kohler and rode on 12 inch rears. There was also a T-90 which was like the 180 but looks like a golf cart. Not to many T-90s were built and only 28 are still known in existence.

1967 found a few more changes and the 155 and 195 were produced, replacing the previous 150 and 190. These tractors were finally discontinued after 1968 when a new series was introduced.

Dad and I had fallen in love with the first series Case models and discovered a later model for sale during the 2011 Steam show in Jacksonville. Matt Zimmer had a couple 1967 155s he was selling. We never came to a deal for the next few years. I either had the money to buy one of them from Matt and nowhere to store, or finally had storage and was tight on funds. During the 2014 show, two months after dad died, I finally bought one.

I’ve tried a few different looks for the 155 and I have plans to make it a little more unique at some point.

   Around Christmas of 2015, I happened to be browsing Ebay and found a sale for a 1966 150. The seller was located in Ohio, which wasn’t a terrible distance to travel if I made the winning offer. I took a chance.  Matt Kiesel, who was selling, and I came to agreement. He was straight with me, telling me the tractor didn’t run. I had confidence there wasn’t anything seriously wrong with it. The weather was being very cooperative, so the weekend before Christmas I made the trip to Ohio. Not only did I come home with a self purchased present, I made a new friend in the process. Now I had another uncommon Case lawn tractor in the collection

Brett Becker tackled the not running issue the following March. The 150 is in process of being restored. Clinton Park painted the Flambough Red for me, and Doug Edwards is doing the finish work on the desert sunset tin. There’s hope I will debut the 150 with its new look very soon. Of course it will befit my unique style of presentation.

I really never expected I’d manage to obtain a 66 gear driven 120, this past winter I did just that. I had joined a Facebook group that exclusively discussed Colt, Case, and Ingersoll lawn tractors. Someone had discovered a Craigslist sale in Michigan for a restored 120. I made contact with the seller to compliment his restoration work. After a long pleasant text conversation that ended up being a phone call, he asked if I had interest in buying. I did, but there was 450 miles traveling distance between us. I made an offer sticking to the price for his consideration. I firmly was in belief he would get a better higher offer. Two weeks went by and he called me again asking, if I raise my offer, he’d make it mine. I declined a raised bid and was told he’d have to think on it a while longer.  Ten minutes later he called me back to finalize the sale.

Arrangements were made and I held off making the trip to Michigan for a few weeks. My friend Dave Kemp had made a sale of an item that needed delivery to Indiana so one of our first road trip adventures for the year was under way. Bright and early one winter Saturday we headed northeast.  After a very long day and 900 miles, we returned home with the one tractor I never expected I’d own.

I’ve discovered along my journey into being a Case L&G collector, there are so many friendly wonderful people that like these little machines. I have yet to make a purchase, or buy needed parts, without coming away with a new found friend. I look forward to visiting with my friend Bill Aschliman of Barneveld Implement anytime I need anything. He is always friendly and helpful. Bill told me once “Case people are the best!” His vast experience dealing with us is a fair assessment for him to know.