Accessorizing your tractor

Its Friday and I have a few little stories to tell.  Let’s see if I can combine them into one post.

First up, I want to tell you about my first auction sale which happened the week after Easter.  The sign said viewing at 5 p.m. , sale starts at 6:30 p.m.   Koopman Auction Services runs out of a barn, just down the road from our house.  We didn’t need anything.  Actually we had too much stuff since we were downsizing from a larger house in the city and we had just sold the cottage.  Never-the-less, Warren and I decided to check it out.  Items displayed for auction included lots of kitchen dishes, lamps,  Nascar model cars, war  metals, rakes, shovels, lawn mowers, figurines, wheelbarrows, some horse tack, and lots of tables and chairs.   Sitting quietly among all of this stuff was a nice little wagon which could be hitched to my rider mower.      I wanted it.  I wanted it badly.

So, we went back at 6:30 and registered my name.   I was given a card with number 70 on it.  Ready to go.   The place was comfortably laid out with lots of chairs.  They even had a snack bar serving chips, fries, chocolate bars and pop.

The place filled up to capacity.  Everyone knew each other.  It was a community party.  At 6:30  the auctioneer climbed onto the stage and the action started.  Typically, you had to really listen carefully to follow the fast talking auctioneer.  Two assistants helped out  pulling the merchandise off the display and up on stage.  There was just so much of it.  One hour passed, two, three, and still there was tons of product still to be brought up.   We considered packing it in and going home several times.  Suddenly, someone said … “let’s do the little wagon”.  They didn’t even bring it up onto the stage, so we weren’t sure what they were referring to.  Bidding quickly started at twenty dollars.

  • “Do I have twenty-five?” 
  •  “Yes, ok, now at thirty” 
  •  “Thirty-five?”  
  • “Do I have forty?”  “Forty-five, yes”  “Do I have fifty?”… 

I gave the paddle to Warren to take over.  We had to catch the auctioneer’s eye and get into the game. 

“Sixty, do I have sixty-five?”

Yes, that was us! 

“Seventy. – Do I have seventy-five?” 

” Seventy-five going once” 

“Seventy-five going twice”

“Sold!!”  (to the naive city folks)  for seventy dollars.  With tax it came to eighty-four, however, it was mine.  It is what every girl with a rider mower dreams of.  The perfect accessory to haul around rakes, grass seed, and large fallen branches.  I am thrilled.

Our family has a thing for tractors.  We have well-used small utility tractor.  As a contractor and car enthusius, Warren pulls everything in that thing.  This winter he also bought a huge white trailer to  haul around his model A.  That one has also proved handy for moving furniture from the cottage, and from the city house out to the new country house.  And now, we have a third one.  Mine.  A baby, but none the less to be well used. A complete set.


Speaking of farm equipment, there has recently been a lot of activity across the road in the huge corn field.  First they sprayed fertilizer and then they planted using giant bug-like machines  with long stretching arms and head lights to work well into the dark.  This tractor flies around the huge field at quite a pace (ie fifty km perhaps).  Quite exciting and quite loud.




About westlakemusings

In 2013 my husband and I retired. We bought an old pre-confederation house out in the country. This blog is about our new world in the country as we explore all of life's possibilities.
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