gagreen
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Well i have had a pretty bad week. My grandfather had a stroke March 7th after being lifelined and in the hospital for a while he passed a few days ago. He was a great man and a classic john deere enthusiast. He loved going out into the back field and watching me fly rockets as much as i loved helping him with his tractors and keeping up the farm. tonight after a visit from our pastor my grandmother and uncle came to me and my cousin and told us that we each now own one of his tractors. I think it is too soon to be giving away his things but that may be the state of shock that this all happend that i am still in.
I was given the 1940 john deere h. (i dont know the exact year but they were made between 39-46) It was the tractor he taught me how to drive on about 15 years ago and he has kept it in excellent condition so i dont really have to do anything other than reg maintenance, but heavy implement mechanics is totally new to me and its been about 8 years since ive drove one so i have some learning to do. I plan on giving it a tune up and possibly going through its body and straightening dings and spraying it with some fresh paint. Grandpa and i had planned on taking it to a few local antique shows this summer and i plan to keep my promise to him.
i just felt like i needed to share somehow and if there are any other old tractor fans this may be interesting. I feel like it is a hobby that my grandpa always included me in and now like he promised when i was a little kid, I have my own Deere. It is amazing the influence of a good family has in teaching life lessons and passing down a tradition i didnt really think i would get into. I hope that once i have a family of my own ill be able to pass rocketry on to them and further down the road grandkids. The tractor really made me realize that while i was a little guy handing him tools and asking too many questions the stories and experiences he shared may have stuck better by him allowing me to get involved. Now that i own it everytime that i will turn a wrench on it or see a john deere his lessons will come back to me.
So everytime that annoying kid hammers you with questions be sure to remember how precious and short life is, and the only thing that matters in the end is those you have made a positive life impact on. The greatest lessons he taught me were only little seeds that germinated but could only bloom after i lost him, and lessons when intertwined with a hobby you can pass on are amazingly strong.
I was given the 1940 john deere h. (i dont know the exact year but they were made between 39-46) It was the tractor he taught me how to drive on about 15 years ago and he has kept it in excellent condition so i dont really have to do anything other than reg maintenance, but heavy implement mechanics is totally new to me and its been about 8 years since ive drove one so i have some learning to do. I plan on giving it a tune up and possibly going through its body and straightening dings and spraying it with some fresh paint. Grandpa and i had planned on taking it to a few local antique shows this summer and i plan to keep my promise to him.
i just felt like i needed to share somehow and if there are any other old tractor fans this may be interesting. I feel like it is a hobby that my grandpa always included me in and now like he promised when i was a little kid, I have my own Deere. It is amazing the influence of a good family has in teaching life lessons and passing down a tradition i didnt really think i would get into. I hope that once i have a family of my own ill be able to pass rocketry on to them and further down the road grandkids. The tractor really made me realize that while i was a little guy handing him tools and asking too many questions the stories and experiences he shared may have stuck better by him allowing me to get involved. Now that i own it everytime that i will turn a wrench on it or see a john deere his lessons will come back to me.
So everytime that annoying kid hammers you with questions be sure to remember how precious and short life is, and the only thing that matters in the end is those you have made a positive life impact on. The greatest lessons he taught me were only little seeds that germinated but could only bloom after i lost him, and lessons when intertwined with a hobby you can pass on are amazingly strong.