Tomorrow you'll get it! Ya know, I wasn't really all that excited about the tractor until it actually was delivered and I realized the thing was real and I can get real actual work done with the beast.
Your excitement will increase at least 7-fold when you see your green tractor arrive in your driveway tomorrow! Make sure to let us know how you like it!
LoL I love the hat, the tractor hey! green bean is what I was gonna say! and the landscape too. I'm a homebody and don't hardly ever leave NJ (and when we do it's only to PA lol) so I love seeing other places =o)
Oh Man!!!! Would I love to have one of those. What a beauty. You know machinery is always named after women.And just like women you have to talk nice to her.My husband has a hunting hat I got him that is equally obnoxious, and embarassing.He threatens to wear it to take my daughter to school if she isnt good.Not that you are obnoxious, just like you said ,it gets a reaction.
Men and their "TOYS"! I am just jealous. Just kidding around. Wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed all the backing and forthing about the Hat and the Tractor. You have a great web site here. When do you have time to do all this and plow too?
Aw, I love Lydia! And the history behind the name, too.
My parents used to own a sod farm, and I used to help keep the sod mowed when I was a kid (started at about 12 or so). I had my own little gray Massey-Ferguson tractor and a set of gang mowers. My dad, for some reason, named my cute little tractor Motivator. :)
Now all I have is my little John Deere lawn tractor, which is old and abused. I call it J.D. Nobody else gets to use J.D. but me. lol
And I agree, Dave--this site and community are awesome!
Whilst at a certain Agricultural college in England, I am not saying where.
We had a boat race, no it is not with a boat! It involves eight students stood on a bench against eight students on another bench.
Every student is given a pint of beer; then at the command the first person in each team, must drink it down in one and put the empty glass on his/hers head, then the next one starts and it goes on, the first team that finishes wins that round.
Then come the quarter finals, the semi finals and the final. I can think you can imagine what everyone is like. after this. I was not involved as I was a lot older and considered a mature student!
So someone had the bright idea of going down the tractor park and having a tractor race.
There was every sort of tractor, one could imagine there, yes, John Derre's in every shape and form. They had every sort of implement on them as well.
It started of alright; and was a race, although of course some are faster than others, so it got into bumpers cars, with tractors.
Not nice to see.
One girl with a French tractor, put the trailer on the back, she claimed she did not know it was there, although it was quite long, into a barn!
As she did not how to reverse a trailer, I did it.
Then I saw blue lights in the distance, so I got out of there.
It was a long run home and I had to go under a drainage pipe to get under the road, but I did it. Quickly getting washed and changed, I ran down the pub and ordered four pints of beer, which three of them I drunk quickly, and left the glasses on the table.
Luckily I knew the Barman as I served in the British Army with him and had told him what had happened, although I had only reversed a trailer, and in no way been involved in the stupid tractor crashing.
Anyway the Police came in in the pub, then came to me and asked where I had been, so I stated in here. They looked at the empty glasses and my nearly empty one. So as I went to the bar to get another pint, they pulled the barman, he just told them I had been in there.
The result was twenty six thrown students straight out of college, and their parents made to pat for the damage.
Unfortunately the Principal knew there was someone else there, for the only person who could put a Twenty Six foot trailer, with a foot either side and place it accurately was me.
So he hounded me for the next two years.
Then when I got my Degree and my Honorary Ph.D. in a certain Cathedral, he asked me a favour.
He wanted to know before he retired, if I was at the tractor race, so I just smiled and said "one day, this will be a college legend, leave it like that."
My kindest Regards to all tractor owners, from England.
I was raised in cities as my dad was hotel manager. But we visited our aunt and uncle in Conneticutt regularly. One week he took us to visit his brother in Vermont, on a farm. It almost seemed like a fairy tale to us. The house was very old and they actually put coals in a bed warmer pan and heated the bed before we went to sleep. The quilts were so heavy that we could barely turn over.They had a 3-holer attached to the house by a long hallway.
We picked blueberries another time and had trouble with a cow who followed us and got into the bucket. In the winter visit, the farmer hooked up a horse to some kind of a big sled and we went all over the farm. We also jumped out of a hay loft onto big piles of hay below.
I think my love of outdoors and growing things started there. My aunt and uncle always had a garden and he raised prize-winning dahlias. Everything was homemade. They got a new house and my aunt designed the basement to accomodate her freezer, lots of shelving for canned goods, and indoor clotheslines.
You can see I'm quite nostalgic about those days. My aunt lived to be 98. We all hoped she would last a couple more years, so then she could claim that she had lived in 3 centuries, but it didn't happen.
I remember the ads on T.V. from the 50s. PLYMOUTH, DODGE, DESOTO, CHRYSLER AND THE EXCLUSIVE IMPERIAL. They would flash a picture of each model.
I always wondered why the counted the Imperial as a seperate car altogether when it was also a Chrysler.