Kids riding with you in time gone by!!!

Over in the Combine forum Roger-Kansas has a picture of his grandson Logan riding in the combine with him. That picture sure brought back memories. My younger brothers and sister would ride in the JD 7700 combine with me. One would set on the moisture tester on the left floor board. The other would set behind the seat on a stack of our coats. They spent many hours with me riding.

My own kids have riden on just about every thing I have owned over the years. I now have the grand kids doing it. I will more than likely have great grand kids doing it to. My oldest grand son is twenty-six.

I will try to find some pictures. Please post any you have.

My son still has fond memories of riding on an empty 5 gallon Eptam can with his granddad in the cab tractor. When we were cleaning out grandpa"s barn after he passed, son commondeered a can. When asked why the wanted the can, he said it was to keep memories in. I sure miss his granddad to, he was my father-in-law, and a great guy.

Kids don't ride on the tractor very often, but they do like going to get ice cream in the Model A.

Rick

I don't recall there being any green paint on the tops of the fenders on our 3010 and 4010s. Didn't have any room on the 1020 with clam shell fenders.
Rode a good many times on the drawbar.

Just a couple weeks ago I broke down & gave one of my nephews a ride on the fender of the 285 where I had sat when I was a kid. Eventually his older brother caught on & he wanted a ride too. My only rules were they had to take turns & share, and wear ear protection. (Oldest brother who is in the safety field gave them each a kid sized pair of ear muffs for Christmas).


If they couldn't do that, they were both done. I had one or the oither riding with me until I took my break for supper. Don't know how many loads of manure they saw me empty out that day.

Donovan from Wisconsin

Here is a pic of my son and I after making a little firewood for cooking down sap.
When I was a kid my brothers and I spent many hours riding the tractor fenders, sometimes I would start to fall asleep when riding and he would have to send me home.

Is that the original 4-cylinder flat-head?

My parents rented out our farm, but I spent alot of time rideing the neighbors 4020,4430,6600 combine. Then they got a oliver 2655 repowered with a detroit that was a neat tractor to a kid. By the time I was in jr.high I was putting in alot of hours on those same tractors and they still have the 4020 and 4430.

To clear things up, Logan is not my grandson, he is someone that rides with me in parades, not sure how we got together, doesn't matter. He is my tractor buddy and rides with me every chance he gets.

These are pictures of my real kids. We still have all of these tractors and kids.

Taking Renee & Deanna for a ride on the 550 Oliver that I took my first ride on.

Deanna riding with her grandfather on the F20 in the K&O parade.

Deanna and her grandfather on the G 707 we farmed with for 14 years. Deanna is a teen in this one. K&O parade.

Scott at the wheel. The last picture was taken in 2006, it is special to me. The young man in the seat has a broken leg, his crutches are hanging on the lift lever of the plow. He was unable to walk with his group in the Kanza Day parade. I asked his mother if I could take him with me. Made a life long friend that day.

I guess I'm one of those youngsters...

I remember fondly as a kid looking forward to when the guy who leased our land would come and plow the fields to plant wheat each fall. Sometimes he'd let us ride in the cab...or my dad would let sit on his lap and drive the 135 as he harrowed the fields.

Sometimes Dad would stick us in the front bucket of the Ford 4500 backhoe and he would lift us into the apple tree along side the road in our south field and we'd pick buckets and buckets of fruit and mom would make pie and my Dad's favorite...dumplings.

I still remember when he bought the combine almost thirty years ago now...it was a Massey 510 and I remember him harvesting the wheat along side the sharecropper with his Gleaner. There is truly much to be said for the color contrast between Massey Red and the golden wheat.

Our cheap thrill was to engage the auger to unload the wheat. I remember opening it too early and some spilled and dad wasn't happy. But then again, I also remember when he backed up the Combine into a tree. To this day I still dont know what what some of the words he said in Greek or English mean LOL.

The wheat is starting to turn golden here and it always brings back some happy memories each summer.

Christos

She started when she came to our family and hasen't stopped. She'll learn to drive the Fergie before a car.

This is one from last year. Got a little busy in the cab. My middle one by the door is my big helper. Chisel, combine, cart, planting. She seems to like it all. Getting to old to try for a boy, she's my hope for a helper!

You could maybe say its 2 four cylinder flatties smashed together, with OHV conversions, and a few other goodies.

Rick

I remember as a kid standing on the floor on the passenger side of my Dad's pickup, looking over the steel dash out the windshield with a steel glovebox door. Try that today and they will take your children away and toss you in jail, forever.

Mark

No photos as I started on the fender of Dad's unstyled WC after he finished his other job in town, until it was too dark to see the furrow for the old two-bottom. Still remember the glow of the muffler as it was getting dark. Thanks for the memories...