Milton Deets Memories of Farm Tractors

Milton Deets shares his memories of farm tractors and changing over from horse drawn equipment to gas powered farm machines.


| January/February 1967



Rumely Oil-Pull with the model Case thresher

Photo courtesy of Joe Fahnestock, Union City, Indiana.

PHOTO: JOE FAHNESTOCK

Spark Plug of the Month Milton Deets waxes poetic on his memories of farm tractors. 

Dayton Daily News & Radio's "Joe's Journal"

A western saddle was his first cradle, the whinney of a buckin' broncho his first lullaby, the staccatto of horses' hooves on the western plain his baby rattle. To his Dad the western horse was a first-love. But to young Milton Deets, who loved things other than horse-flesh, that boyhood pony his father had given him was but a means of conveyance across the western plains to wherever his first-love, the threshing machines, were harvesting the golden grain.

"I grew up on a ranch in western Nebraska," says Milton. "I'd ride a pony for miles just to watch a thresher in operation. Dad tried his best to make a horse lover out of me, but I fell in love with farm machinery instead."

But wood, coal and water were not as plentiful on the western plain as in other parts of this great and fertile country of ours. Hence steam, the main source of agriculture power elsewhere in our land, played second fiddle to those creeping, crawling and grinding iron monsters, categorized in the evolutionary development of internal combustion as farm tractors. And the lure of combustible gasses pulsating through the exhaust pipes from the compression chambers of such newfangled agriculture giants were awe-inspiring to the eyes and ears of young Deets.

But Milton Deets, in love with the big farm tractors of his day, still was not completely divorced from the wonderful world of horses in which his early years were nurtured.