STORY TIME AGAIN_________ MY DAD'S FIRST TRACTOR_________
>>>..I just got home from school about 4:30 p.m. or so. My mum she came out to meet
me up near the garage. I became curious about the commotion that was going on;
well, my mum's eyes lit up and she came right out and said you've got to
see your dad's brand new tractor , go ahead, its in the garage. Wow my dad
did it, just like he said he would. A Shiny Orange Allis Chalmers tractor!!
I went and got me a box and put it beside the garage window, so that I 
could see what I needed to see. I could feel my heart pounding as I
caught my first glance ------emmmmm
No more, would my dad walk behind the plough with his team.
Oh I'm sure he didn't mind, it was to much land to keep up with horses.
There was a cultivator and plough all new, "Well my dad was one happy farmer"
and I was sure proud of my dad that day...
" Just couldn't go into that garage and see that tractor face to face".
My respect for my dad was there in such a way that I dare not go in there.
He came wandering up and said " Come I've something to show you"
and we did, walked right on in there. I could see that sparkle he would get,
now and then. And you know that sparkle in his eye met more to me than
anything; he had this strong jaw and a smile that made you feel good inside.
>>>> and glad to be apart of it, well even old Spot came in for a peek.
You could still smell the paint and that new smell that went with it.
Here I was with my dad & my dog and my dad's tractor.
He worked very hard earning his tractor. I'm glad I was there to just soak
up that newness of it. I got to know the sound of that tractor,
along with the bark that Spot had at that time...
You know something my dad knew how to pick out a tractor 
along with a dog named Spot. Every now and then my eyes catch the sight,
of some farmer's old orange tractor and I remember that one special day
when I came home from school to begin to take in the awesome presence
of my dad's very own tractor.
I can remember dad coming up from the field at supper time,
saying "That's a lot better now I can farm the way I want".
My dad was his own boss for more than 27 years
Him & mom grew 27 crops of tobacco; that's what he did best.
On his stone at the cemetery there's a tobacco leaf on his marker
and a rose on my moms. Oh I don't go there much; there's no reason to.
I have my memories in my heart and in my mind.
I have my own family and they have theirs and I'm glad that
I'm a  big part in their lives. I found that special some one that my mom
said that I would; well, it was like she promised it to me.
And now I watch with my wife, our children's children as they bring the kind 
of joy that's priceless... the laughter and that sparkle that my dad had.
I see it in all of my loved ones. Ask me if I'm blessed .....
Oh I'm blessed indeed ,indeed I am. My story doesn't end here just a chapter.
Take care, build memories, be a blessing to some one.
Stan (stanley steamer)Arnou, a friend of Fred Williams & Doug  Gloweski