In my first attempt at real tractor repair, the target is Beffie – my wife’s 1951 Ford 8N tractor which is painted pink in honor of her Aunt Beth who passed from breast cancer. We miss you Beth!
We bought the tractor with the original Power Take Off (PTO) shaft which required an adapter to connect to modern implements. Not a big deal but not ideal. At the advice and nudging of her uncles, they purchased a replacement and I was off to change all by my lonesome, the best way for me to learn.
Due to my wife’s awesome family, I’ve been exposed to the wide world of tractors. With as little as 100 hours of driving, plowing, bush-hogging, breaking, repairing, and maintaining, I’ve grown so very fond of these old machines. Picture above is our 1954 Ford 600 tractor “upgraded” to a 640, in Powder Springs, GA, USA. This my wife’s grandfather’s pride and joy.
So while in Singapore on a walk, I calmed my breath and pace. I let my mind do, without judgement. After two hours-ish of walking, something came to me.
I love my life and want to enjoy it with everyone I meet. I love to learn. I love to experiment. I love people. I love journeys and then returning, sharing. I love to laugh. I love to talk and listen (some might disagree). However in sharing these experiences through social media, I’ve felt torn.
Part of me felt guilty for this blessed life that I’m living. Part of me felt like I was bragging with every post. I was more interested in “giving” my pictures and stories than sharing my experiences. Sharing takes energy, time, and patience. Life is about creating, taking and giving. Sharing requires pause.
As walking with patience I decided to share with patience. Create something. Give something. With that I will take something but not exactly sure what it will be.
Social media for me, was my fast food for sharing. Many use it more wisely. Not I. I don’t journal, but I’ve always wanted to. I write lots of emails but not words. A blog. Yes! Why? For me and others that find me, I think. What do I share? Everything in between. Oh and for some odd reason it is must start with ‘t’.
I love old tractors. Not sure I understand why. I love food. My belly knows. Food brings people together for sharing. Tables! First name was “Travel, Tractors, and Tables” but not right. Travel too overplayed. Tractors are about humans working and creating. Tables are about work, access, and sharing. Food! Creating, taking and giving is sharing.
Who am I? It doesn’t matter.
Tractors & Tables 