The Marshall Six Cylinder Tractor


| September/October 1990

  • Marshall 66 HP tractor
    Marshall 66 HP.

  • Marshall 66 HP tractor

Reanacoolagh, Lismore County Waterford, Eire

On the way back from my friend's home, near Listowel in Kerry, I got on the Killarney-Mallow Road. I came through the town of Mallow and took, from there, the Mallow-Fermoy Road, meaning to call on an old friend of mine that I had not seen for some years. Through the village of Ballyhooley I reached his home, a few miles further on.

I stopped my car at the gate leading to his house. This house and farm belonged to a man by the name of Waels. I pressed the doorbell, and looked around. At the side and back of the house were a good many tractors, farm machinery and what looked like a sawmill. Some of the tractors looked like vintage tractors. The door opened and Mrs. Waels spoke, 'How are you Michael, you're looking well, come in.' I was well known to all the family. For sometime myself and Tossey Waels were old friends as well as the boys, Benny, Vall and Clare, who I got to understand was still at school in Cork City.

I entered. At the end of the hallway was a new back kitchen where the two boys were finishing their dinner. We had shakehands all around. 'Unfortunately you're late for dinner, but you can have some meat and tea.' I got seated on the couch at the end of the room. The day was a fine June day, almost two years since I was there before. Looking around and out of the back window I began to notice a new building across from the roadway between their home to the new building. As one of the boys, Benny I think, left the table he said, 'Before you leave, come over to see our new workshop.' I said, 'I will.' As I sat down to my tea I wondered if Tossey would return soon. I passed the remark to his wife. She did not say anything. She turned. When she turned around I noticed she was crying. 'I'm afraid you will not see your friend Tossey again. He is dead over almost a year now. Passed away sitting on the couch there. Just fell sideways on the couch and that was that. Just after coming from Cork.'



I was speechless for a few seconds. I came to my senses. All I could think of to say was to offer my sympathies to his wife. I passed a remark that I did not see him at so many rallies in the past year. So she said, 'I often said to him, are you going to the rally today? The day was fine and I liked a day out myself. But he passed it off saying he did not have anything right ready. He used always to take two or three engines in the trailer behind our Land-Rover. He also passed some remark, that the day may not hold out. That happened a good many times during the last year.'

'Perhaps,' I said, 'maybe he did not feel up to the outing. Maybe his heart attack did not come on. I mean, possibly it was not his first time getting it.' Trying to take the shock out of his death I said, 'Possibly the journey to Cork and back did not do him any good.'