It was one year ago today, April 21, that an 850 showed up at midnight on the back of a trailer from a dealer...and I hauled a 1940 9N from Massachussets, north through the Notches in a driving sleet and rain storm in the same day. A notch, is New England speak for mountain pass; just like a brook is a creek. ANyways, it was one year ago tonight that I hauled a beat and rusted frozen 9N home after trading a clock I made. I rolled it off the trailer the next morning and thought...what should I do now!? And when I arrived home from Massachusetts, one hour later, the salesman that sold me the 850 showed up at our door at 12:00 midnight, in the rain with the papers and an 1956 850. In the span of one day, I went from tractorless to two tractors. In the span of one year I have learned a lot from this board. Thank you. 9N'er BTW, I settled on a name for the 850. We named it Shirley. Why? it was 7 years ago, that my wife's mother died of a brain tumor. That was April 21 too. We reasoned, that Shirley would have appreciated a tractor, and she worked her entire life like this old Ford...a little TLC, a lot of hard work...problem is, she died at 56 too. Weird eh? SHirley is the name of our 850. Seems appropo.
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