Bringing home the Farmall.

After getting the old place in shape, and having a couple of Garden Tractor plow days. The urge to find a "Real" farm tractor began to assert its self. There was never any question to what kind. I was baptized long ago in Harvester Red. Though I didn't grow up on a farm, It didn't take much for me to become a committed partisan in the agricultural brand war.

The search began casually, initially just watching the local paper, you know you are in a rural area when all the local papers have a special section for Farm machinery. But the search only bore real fruit one evening at work when I happened to be thumbing through an auto trader. It popped right out at me, '51 Farmall H, $950.

Going that next morning to see the H was like stepping into a Norman Rockwell print, the warm, red orange light of dawn, the cold, crisp November air, no more perfect setting could have been imagined. A few days later, a friend of mine helped me haul it home.

First think about, well pretty much anyone in my family is, we never do anything half way. All of us also share in the same love of, and fascination with history. So content I was not with a solitairy tractor sitting in the corner of the barn, no, Windy Hill must have a complete, and very period correct set of implements to go with it, well as soon as I figure out what those might be.