Dad used to say they were,nt allowed strakes on the road round here however one bad winter during the war they said put them on , He said they churned the roads to death but got about, as a teenager and later I tended to go " Oh here he goes again" Now find myself doing same to my kidsI have just been talking to a 96 year old gentleman who is still fairly active and remembers threshing with Fordson on lugs during war ... can't be many left
Care to share them ?I worked with two old boys in the early 80s who had their own respective tractors on the farm that they called their ‘horses’. It was lovely. We have photos of harvest 1953 with dad driving an ex army Chev truck loaded with sheaves. He’s still full of beans!
I heard a similar story when grandpa collapsed in the hay field. When someone commiserated with his widow she said they left him there until night and carried on as rain was forecast the next day. When they suggested he would be missed she replied that 'He was done for workin anyway'.A relation of ours favourite story
He went to help the threshing gang as a young lad, a few hours in one of the men collapsed and died of a suspected heart attack.
They covered him with a sheet and carried on threshing for the day, luckily the vicar biked past later in the day so he would call the undertaker when he got home!