I Hate My Old Tractor!

Does your husband want to get rid of his old tractor? Here's how you can tell.
By Patricia Penton Leimbach
October/November 1991
Add to My MSN

Nothing can persuade a farmer to get rid of his old tractor like the thought of a brand new tractor.
PHOTO: DAVID COULSON


Content Tools

Related Content

Another Day in Paradise: Life Outside of the Big City

The goat herder extraordinaire, Annie Warmke, talks about the care of breeding bucks, and a life in ...

Jazz Up the Christmas Feast With Garden Herbs

Use herbs from the garden in your Christmas dinner. This post shares a complete Christmas meal using...

Tractors and Power Equipment: An Online Discussion

The Tractors and Power Equipment blog is all about tractors and the equipment powered by them — load...

In Australia, The Red Shed

It may not be in the Kangaroo Valley tourist brochures, and you might think it odd to visit a rural ...

Patricia Penton Leimbach is a country homemaker and was an author of books about life in her native rural Ohio during the 1970s and 1980s. Her writings include "A Thread of Blue Denim," "Harvest of Bittersweet" and this humorous anecdote from her 1977 book "All My Meadows."

You can “smell” a new tractor coming two or three years ahead. The first thing a wife notices is that the thrill — of the old tractor, that is — is gone. He no longer fondles the fenders, caresses the hood. No more does he run in the face of a storm to get ‘er under cover. A crumpled muffler may leap into the wind for months on end. The vinyl seat splits, and he seems not to notice. Foam oozes from the rupture and is carelessly obscured beneath a feed bag. Gone is the pride that once moved him to slyly detour visitors through the tractor shed. It doesn’t seem very important anymore who drives the old thing — the wife even gets a crack at it.

“Give you any trouble?” he’ll ask casually at lunch. Then, as he chomps down on a cob of corn, he’ll move into phase two of the buildup: innuendo and suggestion.

“Been startin’ a little hard lately. Thought maybe you’d notice. …Shifts a little rough, don’t you think?” You can agree or disagree. The psychological markup is in progress. The seeds of disturbances have been sown.

“D’ja notice how much oil that tractor’s been burning?” he’ll say to his son one day, making sure you’re within earshot. Then early some morning, he’ll interrupt his bookkeeping by walking into the kitchen (ostensibly for something to eat) and remarking, “Guess how much we spent for repairs on the 706 last year?” And then he’ll go on to name a figure half again as high as the household budget.

“What?” you shriek. “On that new tractor?”

“That new tractor is ten years old.”

“You’re kidding.”

“I am not kidding. We bought it the year the willow tree fell on the outhouse. Remember? I’ll tell you how long we’ve had that tractor. We’ve had it so long it’s paid for.”

The next thing you know, there’s a tractor dealer coming by on trumped-up charges, hanging around the gas pump, leaving slick, four-color brochures in your kitchen, “giving” your husband the kind of time he’s charging $10 an hour for back at the shop.

Someplace in the campaign you’ll be treated to the “poor lil’ ol’ me” routine.

“Russ and Chuck traded their John Deeres in on a coupl’a four-wheel-drive Cases two years ago. Don, Lenny, George, and Bob — they’ve all had a complete tractor turnover since we bought that 706…”

Then there’s the scare technique: “Parts are gettin’ harder and harder to locate for that machine. Wouldn’t surprise me a bit if they quit making them altogether.”

About this time you’ll find a list of figures on a scratch pad conveniently placed to catch your eye — over the sink next to the telephone, on the back of the john. You think at first it’s an inventory of all your holdings.

“Is this anything you want to keep?” you ask.

‘Oh, that — that’s just something the tractor dealer jotted down for me. Uhhh…some figures on a tractor — and a plow. New tractor takes a new plow. Says he’ll take my old tractor on trade and give me just what I paid for it ten years ago. That takes ‘er on down to about fourteen thousand.”

“Fourteen thousand dollars! Holy cow! We don’t want to buy the business. We just need a tractor!”

You suddenly realize that it’s all over.

Reprinted from "All My Meadows," by Patricia Leimbach. Copyright © 1977 by Patricia Penton Leimbach.


Previous | 1 | 2 | Next






Post a comment below.

 








Subscribe Today - Pay Now & Save 66% Off the Cover Price

First Name: *
Last Name: *
Address: *
City: *
State/Province: *
Zip/Postal Code:*
Country:
Email:*
(* indicates a required item)
Canadian subs: 1 year, (includes postage & GST). Foreign subs: 1 year, . U.S. funds.
Canadian Subscribers - Click Here
Non US and Canadian Subscribers - Click Here

Lighten the Strain on the Earth and Your Budget

MOTHER EARTH NEWS is the guide to living — as one reader stated — “with little money and abundant happiness.” Every issue is an invaluable guide to leading a more sustainable life, covering ideas from fighting rising energy costs and protecting the environment to avoiding unnecessary spending on processed food. You’ll find tips for slashing heating bills; growing fresh, natural produce at home; and more. MOTHER EARTH NEWS helps you cut costs without sacrificing modern luxuries.

At MOTHER EARTH NEWS, we are dedicated to conserving our planet’s natural resources while helping you conserve your financial resources. That’s why we want you to save money and trees by subscribing through our earth-friendly automatic renewal savings plan. By paying with a credit card, you save an additional $5 and get 6 issues of MOTHER EARTH NEWS for only $12.00 (USA only).

You may also use the Bill Me option and pay $17.00 for 6 issues.