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In the early morning dew and mist the old guy checked everything, flipped the on switch and hit the starter button.  Instantly Annie came to life and sat there purring with pure happiness.   He climbed up on her and put her in first gear and slowly pushed the hand clutch lever forward and with a throaty bellow old Annie rolled forward and rolled down out of the garage onto the driveway and up under the Maple where she sat idling for a few minutes as the old guy took pictures, cleaned her off with a soft blankie and loaded up some tools just in case.

Then the old guy jumped on Annie and increased the throttle and put her in fourth gear and let out the clutch lever and with a throaty deep bellow Annie rolled towards the road and onto it and away they went with Annie purring along unconcerned with the world around her, sounding happy with the old guy bouncing on the spring loaded seat from the big cleated agriculture tires running uneven on the cement until they gained enough speed to run smoothly.  Around the corner she went and began the long climb into town…Cars passed by but Annie just purred along happily.

Up over the hill they went and then the next turn came and Annie purred around it and headed up the curvy road to the meeting point.  Ahead he could see donkeys, other tractors, some cars and other floats.  HE pulled up and the people putting people in line smiled and laughed saying “so, they gave your 1949 Case the number 49….

As they lined up and Annie sat there purring up pulled a machine, a self driven baler the old guy had seen at a earlier tractor show and it was driven by a friend of his father and so he was able to sit there for a half hour talking to him and the people behind him who had a John Deere from 1941.  It was nice but then the WWII Navy fighter planes roared overhead signalling the beginning of the parade in the bright, clear blue skies with the soft west wind blowing.

Off they went heading for the main drag and the old guy grinned and patted Annie on her gas tank as they rolled along and then they turned the corner crawling along into a mammoth crowd of people on both sides of the road.  Children lined the curbs and waved and flags were waving and the old guy was in awe.  Watching the children, waving back at people, talking to people as they yelled compliments or asked a question as well as keeping his eyes on the flow of the parade making sure he had a safe distance between himself and the machine in front of him kept him busy.

Soon, he saw a few people he knew who cheered and yelled compliments about Annie which made the old guy smile and think about what a wreck Annie had been at one time.   Soon, he saw people show waved and called him by name and he felt bad for he could not at that moment remember who they were.

As they rolled along Annie never missed a beat running better than ever and the old guy felt very proud of Annie, not for anything her did, but that she was running so well because she was built so well, a true American piece on ingenuity.   Because they were going so slow the big treads on the rear tires kept the old guy bouncing up and down on the seat and someone yelled “like riding on air”?  Sort of…. the spring makes it soft the old guy yelled and he rolled on bouncing.

Soon, he saw a man and his family and their son who had sat on Annie a while back and they all waved and the son was yelling.. “The Tractor!!! The tractor! Hi chuck!”  The old guy waved back and smiled.   Then an old man in the crowd stood up and pumped his fist in the air and screamed “CASE!!!!!!!”  The old guy waved backed and laughed and then little kids along the way waved and people were giving thumbs up signals and the old guy patted Annie again… after all they weren;t cheering him, they were cheering everyone and especially those old machines who still get it done yet are so old.


As they rolled past the announcer the old guy heard someone yelling and it was his son and his friends and a few men nodding and pointing yelling “Nice!”  As they rolled on the end came and as they turned the corner the old guy stopped Annie and put her in fourth and off they went with a bellow and then he opened her up and let her fly down the road and then a couple more turns and they were back at the starting point and the old guy kept Annie rolling till they passed it and headed back onto the road home.

As they rolled along with Annie still purring steadily cars passed and people waved and he figured they must have seen Annie at the parade.  They rolled down the hill around the corner and up into the drive and stopped in front of the garage as Annie sat there purring and the old guy patted her hood for she hadn’t missed or sputtered at all.  Amazing is all he could think, just amazing.

He wiped her down and then put her in her spot in the garage and he idled her down and turned off the gas to empty out the carb and gas line so she won;t drip gas out of the carb onto her paint.  Finally she stopped and the old guy finished shining her up and then he looked long and hard at Annie remembering how bad of shape she was in.  He put his arm over her hood and sort of hugged the old tractor and said “Good job old girl… good job.”  Annie sat there and then her radiator gurgled softly as if she was saying thank you……

What was amazing about this whole thing is that as I watched the people they weren’t cheering on the people but they were cheering the machines and the people at most got cheers for the restoration they did on the machines.  I never saw so many people at a parade in my life and it was a lot of fun….  but the cheering for Annie, the other old farm machines, trucks and cars and such were because these old machines fed the world or enabled others to work to feed the world and still survive and it also brings back memories and brings a glimpse into the past that so many people fondly remember or have read about.   Myself, I came away from today with a deeper respect and love for Annie.  Despite her being a wreck, despite her abuse, despite her age she survived it all and today proved she still can run like new at the age of 65.  I respect her and am finally ready to say I am glad I bought her……  it was a lot of work, but I only put her back together, her quality and toughness helped her to survive and now shows as she purrs along contentedly.  Way to go Annie…. way to go….

Here is the Video of us in the parade…..




-here we come!

2014sc3-Annie is purring like a kitten….


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2014sc-60 There we go!  Collies tomorrow….

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