jaxs
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5 years old in 1949 on a Red Belly Ford 8n but the real story isn't about me,it's my mom and older brothers,one was 10 and the orther was 7 at the time. Dad was stricken with TB and no longer able to handle the F-20 Farmall. Dealer unloaded the new 8n for a demonstration and proceeded to explain how it operated and how easy it was to switch implements compared to the F-20 then asked my 10 year old brother to show dad that he could handle the tractor. 2 row cultivators were already on and brother was to plow a few rows of 8" tall cotton. Dealer had made it clear where brake pedals were. As instructed,brother put the tractor in 2nd gear and release clutch. The tractor leaped and took off like a schalded dog:shocked:. The dealer installed Sherman was in high range. For those unfamilar,2 high is right around 8 miles per hour. Each time brother stepped on a break, the tractor spun around and changed direction of travel. After some ducking,dodging,screaming cussing and running around by all of us on the ground,a front wheel went beneath trailer and stalled engine. Dad bought the tractor,brother and mom plowed crops until hearvest. While hand hearvesting corn,brother set gear and throttle,jumped off and left me to stir tractor and trailer while they geathered corn. At end of rows,I held clutch until brother could come turn rig around. Not sure how long it was until I could graduated through levels of driving. Dad passed in 1955,brother quite school at 16 to become a full time farmer. In 1957 he bought a propane fueled 841. Tractors came and went,brothers,sisters and mom are gone but I still have the 841.