How many of ya

I always hang out with my Dad from the time I could walk. I read on here the other day where some of the guys started driving tractors at the age of 7 or 8. I guess my Dad was over protective because he did not let me drive the WD45 until I was 12 but I rode on the tool box a lot of miles.

Slept on the cab floor (Cozy Cab) of 190XT when dad was disking or plowing and polished the fender on Series IV D-17 hanging onto radio while dad cut hay.  Even spent some time beside the seat in the 7040.  No way to fit in any of those places again!

I remember living in town on the corner opposite the elevator being 4-5 years old. Me and my brother knew Granpa had to come back in with another wagon of grain. We ran in house, packed a suitcase and waited to go back out to the farm !!  I spent many hours on that tool box holding onto the old muffler he bolted to fender(I still have the fender with the reinforced patch) to hold the umbrella. When I had my kids I suddenly appreciated what Granpa done for us, it is kinda crowded on the '45 !
     I took my wife to the old farm house today while we garage saleing during the covered bridge festival(3 local), The house,built in 1877 at a cost of 10K, had the brick redone in the late 70's for about 10K. It was put in the Ohio Historical Registry sometime after that and willed to an Ohio state Frat, then sold 2 years later. The current owners have farmed it since Granpa left in 67. We were both beyond breathless of how it was inside.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Fort_%28North_Lewisburg,_Ohio%29

many hours on the toolbox with Grandpa.  First on the WD cultivating, later on the D17 mostly doing the same.  Other tasks were probably considered too dangerous to have me along.  It was the daycare of the late 50s I guess.
My uncle that lived near Columbus Ohio had 'other brands' that usually did not have such a good place to ride along.  I remember riding on the tank of an old Ferguson.  On his Farmalls and Deeres I remember on the seat, in front of the seat (standing) , on the axle housing (standing), on the hitch (standing).  The first cab tractor I got to ride was his Case 1030 in 1968.


Edited by Rick of HopeIN - 11 Sep 2010 at 9:55pm

Here ya go Larry. http://www.maggiemaggi.com/Portals/0/Gallery/Album/9/Lambretta%20TV%20175%20%201963%20BASSA.jpg

I have thought the same.  I see those toolboxes and realize have small I must have been to fit there.  
Another odd memory for me...  I remember a specific field with my Grandfather on the WD and across the road was a big steam tractor in the barnyard.  The man who lived there was a 'tractor collector' and took it to 'antique tractor shows'. 


Edited by Rick of HopeIN - 11 Sep 2010 at 10:04pm

I spent a lot of hours straddling a CA gas tank holding onto the cultivator adjustment handles. Not so many on the WD45 toolbox, but I did ride there a lot. By 10 years old I was in the seat of the 45 most of the summer and then dad bought a 190 because I fit it so well and had so much better control with the platform station. After that I lived on the 190 for field work and CA cultivating row crops. 

I rode along too, but the color was red. 

My time on the toolbox was short because I moved to the seat when I was 5. Been there ever since. I do remember me and my brothers riding with dad, Dave on the toolbox, Bill on dad's lap and me on the back step, talk about crowded!

It was a progression from Dad's lap to the toolbox to the right hand fender to the seat! 

I remember sitting on the fender of the D15 brush hogging, sitting on the tank of the HD4 when working it, and sitting between the seat and side of the cab in the 4550 Ford Backhoe many, many times as a young man

yeah dad used to stand me in front of him on the HD4 and let me steer

Rode alot on that toolbox myself. Also spent plenty of time on that big fender of the 4010 deere, and even sleeping in the back window of the 986 while moldboard plowing.

I grew up riding the tool box of a d-14 on my grandfather's cattle and poultry farm. I would lean over against him and go to sleep while he was baling hay, the quick governor responce when the plunger on the baler packed the hay in the chamber was better than any rocking chair. He would take a break from baling to check things in the chicken houses and take me in the house to granny, by the time he had finished looking in on the chickens, I would be sitting on the tractor waiting. Pa is gone now but I'm blessed to get to farm his land with my parents still using alot of his equipment and letting my 5-year old son get some time on the tool box.

I spent a few hours riding the fender of the D 17 series 4 while planting. I spent alot more hours sleeping on the back window of a 1066 when day was custom haying. That came to a halt when I got big enough that I popped the back window out when we hit a washout. I spent alot of hours riding that 17 hauling hay holding my foot on the power director lever so it wouldn't come out of gear going down hill.