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Grandpa’s Field Trip

Little did I know that the famous Pioneer Woman and I are leading parallel lives this week!  No, I’m not suddenly living life on a cattle ranch in OK, married to a man called Marlboro Man who makes my heiney tingle.  [I am married to a man who smokes Marlboros and makes my heiney tingle, but that’s another story…]  No, my brush with fame is #8 on her to-do list: planning the garden and fixing the rototiller.

 For weeks, Grandpa and I have had this day set aside to take his beleaguered rototiller to the tractor repair place, and I think we both jumped out our beds this morning with the same thrill, akin to Christmas morning, that buzzed in our heads excitely:  It’s tractor field-trip day!

Since Grandpa can’t drive himself these days, we had to carefully pick the best day to drive the trailor with the Landpride RTA 1558 Rototiller Attachment down country roads to the rural outpost of Griffin, Georgia and Wade Tractor Repair.

Okay, Griffin is no longer a rural outpost of Atlanta, but is now a bedroom community of suburban metro-Atlanta, but there is still just enough agriculture in that neck of the woods to keep a tractor repair and sales company in business.

Tony was gracious enough to drive Grandpa’s big van for us, and I just sat and enjoyed the ride, trying to catch all the country wisdom that my grandpa let fall.  The sky was bright and wintery, and the sides of the road were still covered with patches of snow.  Where the Flint River had puddled out into swollen pools, the last residues of ice-crusts floated on the edges and the murky surface.  In all, it was a lovely drive through woods, pastures, and old country homes.

But it’s when we arrived at Wade’s that the real fun began!  It was like a tractor wonderland!  Even as we drove into the service entrance, Grandpa and I were itching to check out some of those shiny new tractors on the lot.  But first, the rototiller…

le rototillerHere’s our sad little rototiller, just waiting for expert service.  Apparently, the drive chain broke and ballbearings knocked around inside the drive case. That sounds really bad…..but we have to get it fixed before spring!  Afterall, the mule is long-dead, so we have to make the tractor work.

Grandpa wavesWave for the friendly readers, Grandpa!  He’s such a sport to ham it up for the camera.  Yeah, I know, he’s just as besotted with his grown-up granddaughter as he was with his baby granddaughter.  That’s the benefit of being a granddaughter…you really don’t have to be grown-up all the time.

Wow, what a relief that can be, too!

Now that the rototiller was safely entrusted to the care of the service department, we were free to browse the sales lot.  Wild horses couldn’t have pulled us back into the van without poking around!

rtvHmmmm maybe what we need is a new Kubota RTV, Grandpa.  Can’t you just hear him saying, Oooooooowheeee! I gotta get me one of those! This once independent and still fiercely proud man can’t help but think, Maybe they can take my driver’s licence away, but they can’t keep me from driving one of these beauties around my farm….  And Grandpa, you’re right.  I’ll be your enabler….

We just have to sneak the RTV past Grandma and we’re home free! 

Oooooo Tony! You look HOT in that Kubota Supergrand Cab tractor! 

You can till my fields anytime you want!

Slide on over, Sexy, and make room for me!  (And turn that luxurious heater on, too.  It’s really cold out here! )

tony in kubota

But WAIT! What do we have here, tucked in between the newest, fanciest, prettiest tractors on the market today?

old ford

There it is, the perfect tractor…the tractor that revolutionized small-scale farming in America.  The 1953 Ford Jubilee.  All the shiny, all the climate-control, all the new pales in comparison to this old friend of Grandpa’s.  Here’s a tractor he can really appreciate.  [Of course, he has a 1954 NAA Jubilee at home.  Never buy the first year of any model!]  Grandpa, tell Tony all about it…

How does it look under the hood, Grandpa?

 gp and old ford

Do you mean to tell me that you didn’t know this tractor originally came with a positive-ground battery?  [Uh, no, Grandpa, I only know what you tell me…but I believe you…]

jubilee 2 

So, it just goes to show once again that new and shiny may catch our eye, but old and familiar warms our hearts.  I’ve learned that this is true of tractors, and it’s certainly true of Grandpa’s.  And even when you think you might know enough to recognize a Ford Jubilee when you see one, you can always learn something new about how it ticks.

I hope I never stop learning about how my Grandpa ticks.

To wrap it up, here’s a final picture of my Grandpa’s old tractor, taken today with snow still in the tire treads.  It’s old, dependable, strong, familiar, and fun.

Just like my Grandpa.

snowtire

 

 

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