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Allises I have knowen.

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First one was a model B my dad bought some time in 1958 or 59.
Dad only had a small place then room for a small garden and not much else so the B should have worked fine.

I guess I should tell you a bit about dad. He worked, worked his tail off when I was young. He had a factory job he did 8 hours or more a day 5-6 days a week. A job at a coal yard late into the night and some Saturdays despite the down turn of people using coal to heat homes with. So Sundays were the days dad could do things at home for himself.
I think back on the things I heard from my dad and am amazed I didn't learn cuss words from him. That blasted B would never ever start right off on a Sunday. It seemed like it took a lot of tinkering to get it to lite up and run. Many times dad had mom tow it down the road and back to get it running. I remember it did the work fine once running. Mom could go out and start it right up Monday thru Saturday to cultivate the garden or some other chore.
Dad said it was a Holy roller tractor.

Dad finally tired of it and got a WC.

Shortly after dad got the WC he got a clean up job from a lumber operation on a farm. A uncle who was laided off for the late fall and winter gravel pit he worked at and owned a SC Case would come over on Saturday mornings where he had parked the SC a few days before.
The wood lot was about 6 miles from home so uncle and I drove the tractors there and skided wood out to a buzz pile all day.
Uncle and I would use two man cross cut saw and axes to cut the wood to sizes to handle on a buzz rig when we had a bunch skidded out.
Dad had bought a buzz saw and modified it to mount on the front of the WC folding back to the radiader for transport. Dad had borrowed a few flat bed wagons from the farmer. Uncle and I would tow them back to the buzz pile on Sunday. then we started buzzing wood. We filled 4 of the flat bed wagons and dads one ton truck to the gills.
At home my brother and I got the honors of unloading the wood, dads truck first so he cold take it empty to work the next morning or we would leave it as dad had sold a truck load of fire wood.

Then one Saturday for some reason dad had off. It had rained on Friday so the trails we had been skidding on were slick. Dad had a big top hooked to the WC and was having a difficult time with it. Uncle said they should hook the tractors together to get it out.
Down the trail a turn came, uncle went around the turn then dad started sliding side ways since the top had gotten againest a tree and wouldn't swing. Finally the WC's rear tire hit a stump and started to roll. I'm yelling at my Uncle to stop but he ain't hearing me. Dad jumped clear just before the WC was on her back, Uncle had finally stoped.

SC around to a spot where they could roll the WC back on her wheels. Once up dad checked the fluids Oil a bit low as was the NON LEAKING radiator. The grill was trashed as was the muffler and air intake pipe.
Dad went and bought a couple of pipes at a muffler shop for the air intake and a exhust pipe. We were back buzzing wood on Sunday.

Uncle found a top to a old oil burning stove that made a wonderful grill a bit latter.

Then one beautiful day late in the fall 1960 my brother and I rode our bikes to town about 2 miles away. We were gone for hours and hours with mom worrying on our where abouts. She told dad that evening she was tired of our being in town for so long and what trouble we were probably getting into.
Well we got a trip to the wood shed first off then mom and dad decided we were moving come spring and move we did.

:D Al
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Thanks for sharing story very interesting.
Sorry about the woodshed, :roll:

Good story Al. Your dad was lucky on that rollover. Now...come clean and tell us about the trouble you boys were getting into in town.... ;)
Well it wasn't real big trouble. We rode into town and out to the rail road treasel over the river where the mill pond started and was watching the big kids dive off, showing off for the girls there. One of the older boys asked if we were going to swim and when we said we didn't know how he took us to a creek on the other side of town that had a sandy bottom and a deep hole and taught us to swim. We were also smoking then too. I smoked for 45 years and quit as a retirement gift to my self.
We went swiming on a day right after a rain when mom told us to stay away from the mill pond. I slipped on the walk way where the gates to the dam were and caught my shin on a nail. Not wanting mom to know I tried doctoring it my self. In a few days I was so bad I couldn't peddle my bike to do the paper route I had. I was taken to a hospital where they had to make the hole in my leg even bigger and clean all that puss and crap out and get 16 stiches to close every thing back up.
Plus we came home when we pretty much wanted to.

:D Al
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Another good story Al ,I enjoyed reading it also.
Thanks for sharing.

In the early spring 1961 we took a trip to the farmstead for a look see. The people dad had rented the farm to had left a mess plus the house had burnt down. Dad had insurance but not enough to build the house we would need right then.
It was decided that once the spring thaw was finished and the ground dried up enough the grainery would be moved to a better place. a loft was floored in the back upper half where my brother and I were to call our room. One of the grain bins was curtined off for my two younger sisters and the other for mom and dad. We set moms old wood burning cook stove up in it with a pipe out a hole that was cut in the wall and a sheet of tin placed over it, the old 2 holer still provided a place for comfortable release.
With living arrangements done it was time to get some crops in. An uncle had a Case DC and we had that WC Allis still. Ground was plowed and fitted for oats and corn. Dad bought a few cows from a brothers, brother in law so we had fresh milk and some to sell.
Dad finally found a builder who would build us a house the size we needed. To level the area we used a slip scraper and that WC to do the job. We all took turns on the shovels digging the footings for the foundation by hand. Finally finished the builder arrived and made the concrete for the foundation. then built the house.

The family got busy making hay. That old WC pulled a old new Idea hay mower (dad had got at an auction sale cheap) around the fields. That mower was a sorry thing always tripping for no reason to the point I looked for ways to wedge the bar in place but nothing seemed to work for me.
We got her done finally and dad borrowed a New Holland 76 baler with a Wisconsin motor on it. some of the hills were a chore for that old WC to make with just the baler pick up of the hay was done after we finished most of the baleing.

Dad got a old Allis Mounted two row picker some place. I really liked picking corn with that thing ever mind full it was a dangerous piece of equpment.
One of dads brothers wanted to borrow it to pick his ccorn. Dad let himand that spelled the end for the OLD WC.
My couysins even today are not people who know what a dip stick on a engine is for. they ruin more engines than a a worm ruins apples.
They ran the old WC out of oil and sized the engine. Last I seen that Old WC it had a V6 Buick engine and pulled a trailer all over thru the woods with a clam on it to move pulp logs, wish I had a picture of it.

Dad got a WD to replace that WC. It had a wide front end and a front loader.

That tractor was bought used from Frank Gromack in Holly Michigan. It was delivered on a cold snowy Saturday morning. It fired right up to drive off the truck but quit soon after wards. the delivey guy and dad messed with that tractor for a long time and couldn't get it running again that day. the mag was taken off and took back to the shop for a week. We had to clear the drive of snow by hand and thankfully it was cold so the milk tank didn't need fresh cold water in it we would have had to carry.

Dad decided that one tractor just wasn't going to cut it for us so the following winter he bought a WD 45 Also used. It was to become my tractor to use. It would pull a 3 bottom Allis plow but struggled in the hilly ground where there was clay.

A few years latter dad bought a D14 and got rid of the WD. What a sorry excuse for a tractor that was. May have been fine for some one with a tiny garden but to expect it to pull a two bottom plow was just plain not going to happen. Plowing a old alfa field it got stuck every time it hit a root. I think it was on the farm for a month two at the most.
A Ford 2000 with a front loader replaced it. Latter dad sold the WD45 because we had got rid of the cows and only needed a tractor to plant cash crops and the 2000 ford did that fine.

That was the last of the Allis I knew. All were good tractors except the D 14.
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Another worth reading story AL . Well written

like the heater cab on the ford. seems like I'm the only one who uses on anymore.
What heater cab on the ford?

:D Al
Almost looks like somthing around the guy driving. maybe my eyes are playing tricks on me?
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