Sunday, October 19, 2014

Amish Life

I've been unable to upload to this blog for the past few weeks.  I may have found a solution to the problem, at least for a while.

This is mostly a test blog to see if my attempt will actually work or not.

The photo to the right is of a pair of Amish lads picking field corn by hand to be used as animal feed.  In modern times this seems very old fashioned, but to each his own.  The Amish do it the way they want to do it, and that is fine with me.

This second photo is an Amish four-horse-hitch plowing the soil in the first step of preparing the land for next year's crop.  This year's corn crop was only recently removed for cattle feed for the coming winter.

These two fields were in close proximity, and both are located a bit north of Heuvelton, St Lawrence County, NY.  There is a rather large Swartzentruber Sect located in the area.  They are considered the strictest of the various Amish clans.  Electricity, telephones, automobiles, rubber tires, and various other trappings of civilization are out of the question.  Only dark muted colors are worn, with the exception of the flat crowned straw hats worn by all males.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Lost Dish

A few minutes ago it seemed like a lunch was in order.  Within my ability to cook are few options.  I decided to scramble an egg, add onions and some chopped hotdog, a little milk, and salt and pepper.  I found everything but the salt and pepper in the refrigerator including half an onion in a small covered dish.  Removing a small plastic dish from the cupboard I cracked the egg into it.  I added salt and pepper, and began dicing a piece of onion into it.  I put the cover back on the onion and returned it to the refrigerator.  I then proceeded to cut up about half of the hotdog into small chunks.  I went to drop this into my dish, and the dish had disappeared.  How could it?  I hadn’t moved from where I was standing.  It was no where to be found.  I spotted the onion dish and decided to put it away while I solved the disappearing dish problem.  I couldn’t locate that cover either.  It dawned on me.  The mixing dish and the onion dish were identical.  I had placed the onion cover on my mixing dish and put it in the refrigerator.  Senility wins again.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

1949 Ford 8N Farm Tractor Update

After finding sediment in the bowl I removed the fuel tank, sloshed and dumped the fuel, and made a fresh start.  I cleaned the sediment bowl and screen.  This seemed to help, but I still had problems with it stopping without warning.  I then found a piece of metal moving around in the bottom of the tank.  This may have been shutting off the fuel flow.  I also had a mechanic clean and adjust the carburetor.  It has not stopped again since, but if the fuel is left on after engine shut down the carb will overfill and run on the ground so I shut the fuel off whenever the tractor is not in use.

I want to use it for snow removal during winter so I found an old used loader and bought it for $200.  Not knowing what I was doing, after I got it home I found there is no hydraulic pump or control, and it is expensive to buy them new.  I am watching Craigslist for sued parts, but no luck so far.

Next I located an old Dearborn snow plow about 150 miles from here that I could buy for $300.  I decided this was probably cheaper than repairing the old loader.  My problem here was that it costs a lot to have something as heavy as that trucked 150 miles.  I had to sort of give up on that at least temporarily.

Since then I located an old snow plow about 40 miles from here that had been removed from another 8N so it should go on mine and work.  I bought that for $200, as well as a set of tire chains for the 8N for another $75.  Paying $30 to have this trucked to my dooryard seemed a bargain.  I now have a heavy duty blade, an underslung framework, and a hand lever assembly to raise and lower the blade.  I don’t like the hand lever part so am thinking of converting it to either an electric winch, or a cable back to the three-point-arms and use them for lifting.

More as it develops.

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Simple Times of Long Ago

In the late 40s and early to mid-50s times were much simpler, and on a grand average a little better than they are today.  Born in 1938 I was in my preteens during this post-World War II period.  Being the middle born of 13 children there were always siblings to play with.

As I sit here at my computer as midnight approaches on what has been a rather dreary rainy day I decided to enjoy a dish of ice cream as a nice late night snack to brighten my day before retiring for the night.  I scooped several spoons full of vanilla ice cream into a cereal bowl and liberally applied some caramel topping.  As I perused all the comments of my friends on Facebook I greatly enjoyed the delights of my preferred concoction.

Suddenly I recalled those times in the distant past when as a boy one of my brothers and myself would walk the ½ mile to our neighbor’s home.  There for a matter of a couple of hours we would while away the time playing a card game called Pedro with Ralph and Gladys Mayne.  They would have been in their 50s at the time.  Who won the games was of little importance.  An evening of entertainment was what we all desired.

At the end of the evening Gladys would always bring forth ice cream to be eaten by all.  What a great treat this was to a couple of children I’m absolutely sure they realized.  Here it is now some 65 years later, and yet I remember those wonderful evenings so long ago.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Senile, Who, Me?

I recently bought a 1949 Ford 8N farm tractor which I plan to use for snow removal in the coming winters.  My thoughts ran to installing a loader, and, in turn, in some manner attaching a snow plow of some kind to the bucket on the loader.  I spotted an advertisement on Craigslist for an old loader located some 40 miles from my home.

As I have no equipment with which I could bring a heavy loader to my home, I enlisted the aid of my nephew Les.  He owns a larger than average Ford 350 pickup, and has a flatbed trailer attached with a fifth-wheel hitch.  He agreed to go with me to look at the loader, and if I bought it he’d cart it home for me.  A good plan.

He asked me to drive to his home so he wouldn’t have to turn his long rig around at my place.  I was a bit concerned to learn he had misgivings about turning a truck around on my 10 acres, but I drove to his home with my 2014 Jeep anyway.  After parking in his yard we proceeded on to our destination.

I bought the old loader, and the former owner said he would load it on Les’ trailer for us.  He started an old Ford 800 tractor, and attached a boom pole to the three-point arms.  This is an approximately 6 foot long pole used to lift heavier objects.  His tractor ran out of gas.  After adding some gas, the battery was dead.  He jumpered the battery using a separate battery apparently kept for this purpose, and got it running again.  With a moderate amount of confusion we finally got the thing loaded on the trailer.

Les drove us back to my home where I used my recently purchased 8N to tow it off onto the ground where it landed upside down.  Just then my nephew Don and his pretty wife Diana drove into the yard after driving all the way from Alabama.  After conversing in the yard for a few minutes Les decided to go home while I entered my home with the guests for a nice afternoon chat.

Later that evening my wife asked me where my Jeep was.  I told her it was in the front yard where it is always parked as far as I knew.  She said, “No, it’s not.”  I looked out to discover she seemed correct, I couldn’t see it either.  I searched my memory (what I have) to try to think if I had left it out back for some reason.  I couldn’t recall having it out there for any reason.  I was about to panic and call the State Police to report it stolen, but I had the keys in my pocket.  How had a thief managed that?

My wife casually asked, “Did you leave it at Les’?

Uh, yes, I did.

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

1949 Ford 8N Farm Tractor

July 10, 2014 I bought a 65 year old farm tractor.  This is not intended to be a complete restoration project by any means.  I bought this thing to work with although I have little use for it other than snow removal.

In an “as is” condition I believe the engine and drive train are good.  The three-point-arms work correctly.  It has a refurbished radiator newly installed, and a new 6 volt battery.  It has had a recent engine tune up.  The rubber is decent.

The grill is home made.  The grill guard has been bent and straightened in the past.  There is a rusty place on the hood.  The headlights are in a separate box.

It started and was driven onto a trailer to bring it home.  This was a good start.  After it arrived at my home it started, ran, and was driven around my yard.  The next morning I found it only wants to run for a couple of minutes and then quit.  It seems to be running out of gas.  After a couple of minutes it will run again.

I found the fuel strainer on top of the sediment bulb partially plugged and cleaned it, but that didn’t change anything.

More later as it develops.

Sunday, July 6, 2014

Just Mowing the Lawn Dear

My neighbor has a this huge Saint Bernard that usually does its duty in my side yard where the deposits sun dry into objects similar to frozen hot dogs, only larger.

I was mowing my lawn one afternoon when I heard this high-pitched ziiiiiiing as one went flying off the blade, through the chute and off into space. The mower temporarily stalled from the effort required to launch this missile. The TV cable running past the front of the house gave a twang as it apparently was struck by a UFO. Less than a second later I heard someone on the third hole of the golf course holler, "I never even heard anybody say 'fore' or I would have ducked," as he groggily rose from the ground.

Only another split second passed before I heard the tinkle of glass over toward the bowling alley as the lady in the pink miniskirt screamed, "Well would you look at that for heaven’s sake, I got a strike and I never even threw my ball!  How do I score that?"

About that time my little wife ran out the side door.  I couldn’t hear what she was saying due to the restarted  running mower, but I could see her lips going like she was mimicking a chain saw, so I decided I’d better shut the mower down again or I’d never hear the end of this.  She stuttered, “You, you, you’d better come come quickly into the house.  The TV set is going crazy.”

I asked, “What do you mean?”

She said, “I heard this twang out front, then it jumped about three feet from the wall, and then jerked back again almost to where it started.”

I decided to quit mowing for the day.