I Lurve My Tractor

Subtitled: And I’m pretty fond of my come-along.

I spent Friday cleaning out the cellar. It was sunny and pleasant outside and I need the space for a root cellar.

This house was built about 1855. We know it wasn’t here for the 1850 tax roles (the earlier farmhouse was listed) and we know it was in 1860. We also know it had a cellar because

Sunset on the (nearly) finished porchCellars in houses of a certain age are … interesting. This one starts with a dirt floor and a cistern.

I’m not sure exactly how many generations of the Stevens family worked this farm. Ira Allen first rented, then sold 180 acres to W.C. Stevens around the turn of the 19th century. He built the original house here on the rise where this house sits now. The original road from St. Albans to Canada came right past the front door and up across our driveway before heading north. The family tore down that first house but salvaged most of the lumber and the rubble stone foundation to build the house we live in today. They extended the foundation, doubling its footprint to build the new house with two wings, one brick, one frame. Its style is country Victorian.

One bequest in the family left “one bedroom plus full use of the cellar for storage” to the widowed Mrs. Stevens. She made good use of it.

We bought the house from the widow of a local judge who had in turn bought it from Mildred Stevens.

They made good use of the cellar, too.

It was sunny and pleasant outside so I spent the day cleaning out the cellar. Sheesh. Anne and I managed to haul out the 1950s frig that came with the house (we had put it down there and used it as our “second frig” until it stopped making cold), the freezer that froze up this winter, and a pair of water tanks one of which still had about 10 gallons of water innit.

The Great Tractor LiftI lurve my tractor. It’s a “compact,” meaning it fits in between the typical lawn and garden style and the heavy duty workhorses of the modern farm. With about 24 diesel horsepower, it could pull a two-bottom plow better than my Ford 9N and yet it’s small enough to fit most places. And it has a 54″ wide bucket.

Remember that size.

My original plan, conceived not while in the shower, was simply to reach in the cellarway with the bucket, strap the stuff to the bucket, and deadlift it straight out. Unfortunately, the doorway is 6″ narrower than the bucket.

Time for Plan B.

I used the 2×12 I otherwise use for a scaffolding plank as a ramp. My tiedown straps are missing again so I dug out the anchor rode from the boat and put a couple of loops around the frig and dragged it up the ramp with the tractor. Did the same with the tanks. The freezer, actually lighter than the frig, was harder because it wanted to stand up on its side instead of sliding on its lid. I pulled it with the comealong because that was easier than dragging down the 100 pounds of railroad chain so I’d have enough reach.

I lurve my tractor. The top photo is part of the porch I finished four years ago; the lower one is the tractor lifting plywood onto the rafters to finish the now-finished porch. You can see the cellarway bay framed by the bucket arms, to the right of the portico. Having that bucket didn’t just make these jobs easier. It made the jobs possible.

The final indignity of the cellar project was to haul all that stuff up to the truck for its last open air ride to Hodgson’s. I used the tractor bucket.

The whole job was still a lot of stairs and a lot of work but I now have a lot more open floor down there. Maybe I’ll build some more shelves…


4 thoughts on “I Lurve My Tractor

  1. A man walks into Home Depot.

    “Yes, Sir, can I help you sir?” Asks the Asian salesman.

    “I want to buy a Come Along.” Says the man.

    “Whazzat?” Says the Asian.

    “That”. Says the man, as he points at something hanging on the wall.

    “Oh, you mean Fence Stretchers.” Says the Asian. “We have two kind. Made in America or China.

    The man took the cheapest — made in China — and went home to pull his freezer out of the cellar.

    — George

  2. Dirt Cellar!? What a bonanza! Do mushrooms. Payback in health will be worth it.
    It’s a tossup whether you lurve your mighty mite tractor more than I lurve my WW1 entrenching pick. (Gotta like that word lurve; minds me of Gekko in Deja MW.)
    Your pleasant writing style reminds me that I neglect the muses, so I must allow them their time to weave the remarkable story of my little botany tool.

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