Well, cameras don't work well when you leave the freshly charged batteries on the kitchen table and drive off without them. Bummer, I was definitely in old tractor land this morning. Pleasant drive an hour North East to Edenton NC where I got there just in time for the parade to enter the high school. I got there, hard time to park for sure, and was really disappointed there were so few tractors there. The reason of course for that is they were in the parade coming right at me.
And I was standing there feeling seriously foolish holding a camera with no batteries in it, sigh. Quite a few smaller older JD's, a marvelous assortment of over a dozen Farmalls of all letters, all smoothly purring by, versus the noisier JD's.
Surprising number of older JD's with what must be worn clutches, as when they pushed the hand clutch forward (what I grew up with) the tractors would jump forward worrisomely since they were all lined up close to each other. I was waiting for a rearender to happen. Whereas the Farmalls purred through like luxury liners.
Few other brands, except wow, this is Ford Country. A number of Ford Workmasters restored beautifully, at least ten Fords overall. Thought of Larro and others as they paraded by.
Funny, no 8N's, you always see them, but mostly 30-50hp rowcrop tractors that once I'm sure worked the local fields. And now were barn queens with a few exceptions.
The oddest was one fellow driving a rototiller with a sulky, sort of like the Asians do.
A nice part of the parade was that at least one out six drivers were women. Older usually, and clearly had many seat hours. The best tractor was not because it was fancy or anything but it was a mid size Farmall with a utility hauler on the three point hitch nicely configured to carry his wife along on her wheelchair. They knew everyone. I just thought it was nice for them to have found a way to get around the farm together. Not the setup for conversation, maybe he wanted it that way....

Now we drive UTV's...
Lot of craft exhibits, a forge of sorts and one guy with a big iron cook pot heating up with a wood fire under it, filled with one inch squares of what looked like suet or pig fat. First I thought he was melting candle wax but no...
making soap? His neighboring exhibitors were a little worried the whole thing would catch on fire and I walked on with a smile.
Some really old knives on display, clearly work knives that looked like they came out of the iron age, very crude and home made looking. Probably made locally by a blacksmith two or three hundred years ago.
and no pictures. Six lashes with a wet noodle.