In Reply to: Grandson posted by Jim In Montana on November 23, 2017 at 11:53:03:
Back in the day, my father put me on his 1944 2N at the age of about 10. He had just finished plowing the garden. Dropped the plow, hooked up the wheel harrow. His instructions were simple. He told me all about lifting/lowering the three point never drive into a corner I can't get out of. I spent the best 2 or 3 hours of my early childhood on that day. After that day, my father let me drive almost all the time. Great memories. We had bee hives near the garden, one spring while harrowing the bees were overly busy. They attacked me , probably because of the noise and close proximity. My eyes were swollen for almost a day, to the point where I couldn't see properly.