You say “I’m not a car man.” But boy-howdy, do you know your tractors! Funny stuff. There’s an old farmer who passes me every morning when I’m out with the dogs - I hear him coming about 15 minutes before he actually lurches into view. I don’t know what make or year his tractor is, and I’m not sure what color it was originally painted. It’s rust colored now. Most important looking bits are hanging off of it, held on with bits of blue rope or twisted wire. The man himself can barely be seen behind the filthy glass, but every morning he pulls past me, he turns and salutes. Tweed cap, old suit jacket tied up with a piece of rope, muddy wellies and all…a brief nod, the hand reaches up to touch the brim, a sharp snap of the elbow - and away up the road he chugs. A trail of stale cigarette smoke lingers in the air behind him. A morning ritual - don’t know his name, don’t know where he lives - but we repeat this every day of the world. My former New York self is delighted every single day - tractors and wellies and old men in caps with a smile and a wave - just for me. What a wonderful life!
@@janechamblesswright119 Jane you must have had a career in writing or something similar because your comment is perhaps the best I have ever received. Thank you for the story and so glad you can share your day and walks with the wee man on the rusty tractor ☺️☺️☺️
@@PonderingsofIrishPresbyterian Ha! You are most kind. No - I am not a real writer (OK. I did write a couple of Children’s books a long time ago..) started life as a freelance illustrator in NYC, specializing in the children’s market. Books, calendars, greeting cards, advertising, giftware and toy design, a good bit of muppet work for CTW…..and when my industry shifted out from under all of us with the appearance of the first computer generated art programs - I jumped into a very different second career. The picture frame industry, art handler, designer and factory manager - a long and strange road that I miss terribly. Now? I restore antiques for many of the auction houses around the country. Paintings, antique picture frames, works on paper, furniture, statuary, clocks, and taxidermy - I’ve invented a peculiar life here in our soggy field. Life is a wonderful gift - and you are never too old to change everything in your world. Keep walking!
If you remember some of these from youth, does that make the subscriber vintage😂. Quick question please. Do you think in say 1850 it be a massive move from where you are to say Aghalee or Aghacommon? Bit unfair but do you think years ago farmers would circulate around these places. Or too far? No tractors then.
@@jaculton2641 haha if you remember them from youth let’s say you are GOLDEN as opposed to vintage or classic. I’ve read minutes of preachers and evangelists who travelled about on horses or just walked all over Ireland and their travels from say Lisburn to Lurgan would have taken at least a day whereas for us it would be an hour. Amazing the times that have changed!
Not sure. First thing I thought of was 'Golden Girls'. Ah, so unlikely a family moving from Annahilt would relocate to Aghacommon. In Ayrshire they'd move about neighbouring parishes. Would be similar in Ulster. Trying to track a family. Shame the records went up in smoke. Thanks.
Impressive tractor knowledge! I wouldn't have a clue. Thanks for sharing this rally
@@edwardkingthompson thank you for your support ☺️
I've been to a lot of car rallies (London to Brighton, etc), but I've never seen anything with tractors before. Great show! 👍😀
@@tacraling Ireland, North & South, have Tractor rallies EVERYWHERE
You say “I’m not a car man.” But boy-howdy, do you know your tractors! Funny stuff.
There’s an old farmer who passes me every morning when I’m out with the dogs - I hear him coming about 15 minutes before he actually lurches into view.
I don’t know what make or year his tractor is, and I’m not sure what color it was originally painted. It’s rust colored now. Most important looking bits are hanging off of it, held on with bits of blue rope or twisted wire.
The man himself can barely be seen behind the filthy glass, but every morning he pulls past me, he turns and salutes. Tweed cap, old suit jacket tied up with a piece of rope, muddy wellies and all…a brief nod, the hand reaches up to touch the brim, a sharp snap of the elbow - and away up the road he chugs.
A trail of stale cigarette smoke lingers in the air behind him.
A morning ritual - don’t know his name, don’t know where he lives - but we repeat this every day of the world.
My former New York self is delighted every single day - tractors and wellies and old men in caps with a smile and a wave - just for me.
What a wonderful life!
@@janechamblesswright119 Jane you must have had a career in writing or something similar because your comment is perhaps the best I have ever received. Thank you for the story and so glad you can share your day and walks with the wee man on the rusty tractor ☺️☺️☺️
@@PonderingsofIrishPresbyterian Ha! You are most kind. No - I am not a real writer (OK. I did write a couple of Children’s books a long time ago..) started life as a freelance illustrator in NYC, specializing in the children’s market. Books, calendars, greeting cards, advertising, giftware and toy design, a good bit of muppet work for CTW…..and when my industry shifted out from under all of us with the appearance of the first computer generated art programs - I jumped into a very different second career.
The picture frame industry, art handler, designer and factory manager - a long and strange road that I miss terribly.
Now?
I restore antiques for many of the auction houses around the country. Paintings, antique picture frames, works on paper, furniture, statuary, clocks, and taxidermy - I’ve invented a peculiar life here in our soggy field.
Life is a wonderful gift - and you are never too old to change everything in your world.
Keep walking!
@@janechamblesswright119 Amen!!!
A tractor in mid air, not something you see every day.
They missed a trick. Poor marketing.
Would have been better with a farmer on the tractor.
That would have an attraction. 😂
@@joanmatchett8100 it is flying ✈️
@@jaculton2641 that would take a brave farmer!
Would have been front page of the B Telegraph. You'd have 100,000 subs by now. And good drone footage without a drone 😂
@@jaculton2641 🤣😂🤣
If you remember some of these from youth, does that make the subscriber vintage😂.
Quick question please. Do you think in say 1850 it be a massive move from where you are to say Aghalee or Aghacommon? Bit unfair but do you think years ago farmers would circulate around these places. Or too far? No tractors then.
@@jaculton2641 haha if you remember them from youth let’s say you are GOLDEN as opposed to vintage or classic.
I’ve read minutes of preachers and evangelists who travelled about on horses or just walked all over Ireland and their travels from say Lisburn to Lurgan would have taken at least a day whereas for us it would be an hour. Amazing the times that have changed!
Not sure. First thing I thought of was 'Golden Girls'.
Ah, so unlikely a family moving from Annahilt would relocate to Aghacommon. In Ayrshire they'd move about neighbouring parishes. Would be similar in Ulster. Trying to track a family. Shame the records went up in smoke. Thanks.