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Tractors For Sale - A Personal Reflection |
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Glen Jackson |
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Have you ever stopped to think about what kinds of these trigger memories? Of course there are photographs that are taken to help us remember certain events and there are also mementos that we purchase to help so recall a trip or special occasion. I find for me that the strongest memories come from day to day ordinary sights and smells. The reason that these tend to be stronger is that they occur without warning; when you have not been consciously thinking about a person or place.
The other day I had one of these strong memories when I saw reading the local newspaper. I was looking in the classified ads to find a used table for my son to use in the apartment he is renting. As I was looking at the ads I came across an ad for tractors for sale. I was immediately overwhelmed with thoughts of my dad. I grew up on a dairy farm. The farm was more of a hobby and than a money producer for my parents. They milked cows, raised crops and baled hay, yet they both had full times jobs outside the home to help pay for expenses. My father was always looking for tractors for sale because he could only afford used equipment and was not the best mechanic. It seemed like each year he was looking for tractors for sale so that he could make a deal to trade in the used one from the year before. At one point he owned four tractors. He used one for plowing one for cultivating and one had a large scoop on the front which he used for snowplowing in the winter and hauling dirt in the summer. I am not sure what he used the fourth one for, I think he just liked having that many.
When I saw the classified ad for tractors for sale I recalled the time my father bought a tractor from another farmer who lived twenty five miles from us. Dad did not want to pay to have the tractor hauled to our house so he had mom and I drive him to the farm and he drove the tractor home. It did not have lights on it and part of the way was a busy highway so mom and I followed behind him with the emergency lights flashing. It was an older model so its top full open speed was less than thirty miles an hour. Half way home a heavy rain shower occurred so we had to pull over and dad came in the car to wait out the rain. It took us over two hours to get home. When we finally made it into the driveway the tractor stopped running. Dad fixed on it trying everything he could think of to get it started. I made the comment that maybe it was out of gas. Mom told me to go in and go to bed because it was getting late. As I was crawling into bed I heard the tractor start up. The next morning I found out that that it had been out of gas.
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