Allis's final ride...the ending of an era
How is it that one can become attached to iron & rust?
Last Friday, Allis took her final journey, taking with her a piece of my rusty heart.
This old broken down tractor was a big part of my life growing up, even with her seized up engine and rusted rims...she was still a beauty in my eyes.
You see, when I was a little girl, Dad & I made many a trips to the fields on this tractor. Whether it be to spread manure or mow the hay. Dad would be in the seat, me perched right beside him (my butt was a lot smaller then and I could fit between the fender and the seat)
We would stop on the way home in the early spring to dig leeks, wash them in the stream and eat'em on the way home. Once, while hitching a ride in the front bucket I was accidentally dumped out, luckily I didn't get ran over & no broken bones :)
This is the first tractor I learned to drive...you had to have skills in shifting down as I can't remember Dad ever having a tractor with working brakes. Even way back then, your hands would be blackened from the steering wheel after your drive. Mine looked just that way last Friday while helping to steer her onto the flatbed truck.
Allis sat "at home" for years after Dad passed away with no attention. It came to live on the mountain years ago with hopes that we could "fix her". Too many years of neglect had proven fatal for Allis.
So, Allis sat longer, waiting for the day I was ready to let her go
...so let her go I did...
My Tribute to Allis
and the love a little girl at heart has for her Daddy