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John Deere 70 Joins Fleet Of Tractors

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Richard E. Shank
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Adding a John Deere 70 to the fleet of tractors at the Shank farm was not a part of the annual goals entering 2024, but fate intervened and there is one parked in a shed awaiting a makeover or what “tractor buffs” might call a restoration.
I guess one cannot go wrong owning a John Deere, a company that saw its origin in Grand Detour, Illinois, in 1837 with the invention of a new-fangled plow. In 1848, Deere moved his growing company to Moline, Illinois, and the business took off.
As tractors go, the John Deere 70 had a short three-year run from 1953-56. Still, more than 43,000 70s were manufactured and sold worldwide before being replaced by the Model 720. As the old-timers would say, it would take a three- bottom plow sailing across a field powered by its diesel or gasoline engine.
Across the nation, particularly in the mid-west, a few John Deere 70s are visible in fence rows or abandoned farmsteads. It makes one wonder why those tractor owners did not sell their old tractors for junk and market their farmsteads at the same time.
Collecting antique tractors has been dubbed everything from a hobby to a disease, and, perhaps, either term could apply.
My first antique tractor purchase was made in 1984, for a then 41-year-old Farmall H for what then seemed like a hefty sum of $875. The old Farmall is still a member of the Shank family of tractors and thanks to a paint job in 2023, it looks like it may have been on the showroom floor. These days, the H is still used for hauling tree limbs to spring toothing the garden. As my dad, who was a Farmall owner himself, used to say, “you can’t wear out a Farmall if you tried to.”
Following my first antique tractor purchase, I vowed it would be my last. As of today, I have added eight more to the collection, not counting the John Deere 70.
The latest acquisition does have some history worth repeating. Bill Riordan, a lifelong friend and high school classmate, spent a career employed by the Social Security Administration, and enjoyed working on the family’s farm in his spare time. Approximately 25 years ago, he purchased the John Deere 70 for use clearing brush and other duties on the Riordan farm.
Bill passed away in 2023 and his four children, who do not reside in the area, offered to sell me their dad’s old tractor. It goes without saying that I did not need another tractor, but still thought it might be fun to have one more to make the collection an even 10.
After using every known method to coax the 70 to run, my brother-in-law who was helping me, suggested we hook it up to his truck and tow it to the Shank farm.
The nine-mile trip to the farm was like something I had not done in a long time. As passing motorists gawked, they may have thought “what is that guy up to sitting atop an old John Deere tractor while being pulled across Saline County?”
Getting the tractor to start is a work in progress, but I am hopeful that a carburetor rebuild and a new ignition switch will do the job.
A friend asked me the other day how one finds parts for a seven decades old tractor and the answer is “very easily. ”Prairieland Partners can order practically any part one needs for a John Deere 70, from a seat cushion to an ignition switch.
Also, the antique collection hobby has produced a new industry of companies that offer after-market parts, including Steiner Tractor, headquartered in Lennon, Michigan.
Steiner is so appreciative of their customers that, each year, they send out a 732-page catalog of parts available for nine different tractor makes including everything from John Deere to Oliver, a defunct company whose last tractor rolled off the assembly line a half century ago. Calls to Steiner will result in quick service with sales representatives who seem more knowledgeable about my tractors than I do.
An ad on the back cover of the Steiner catalog states it’s motto: “Restore your old iron.”
After the tractor is running and receives a much-needed power washing to remove 70 years of dirt and grime, it will be driven up the road for a new paint job, before returning to the Shank farm.
Like most 70-year-olds, the John Deere 70 will never do another day’s work, but will be used for what we call “tinkering jobs,” a part of all farms.

 

Lettuce Eat Local: Quark The Herald Angel Sings?

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Amanda Miller
Columnist
Lettuce Eat Local

You can never be sure what mood Benson will be in as he comes galloping, stomping, or sneaking up the stairs in the morning. Some mornings he’s already on overdrive, and that three-year-old brain is spilling over with ingenuity and energy. Some mornings are magical, and his little blond self is full of snuggles and sweetness. And some mornings, well, they’re the other thing. 

Since we hit December though, we can be assured there’s a secondary mood attached, and that is the holiday spirit.

The first words out of Benson’s mouth each morning are something to the extent of, “Is it Christmas now?” He’s having a hard time distinguishing between the Christmas season and Christmas Day itself. Yes we have decorations up, we’re playing Advent music and doing nativity crafts and reading holiday books, and it is Christmas…and also it’s not. 

You may be shocked to learn that Brian does not pepper me with similar questions and enthusiasm. He’s not a Scrooge — in fact Benson is the one who says “Bah humbug!” thanks to his cousin’s tutelage — but he’s very invested in dairy farming projects right now, and doesn’t spend a lot of time pondering potential cookie shapes or must-watch holiday movies. 

To be fair, I don’t either, but I do love Christmas, the season and the day, and having a son who’s old enough to be so enthusiastic about it is delightful. 

Brian made the error of bringing the Christmas tree down from the attic before he had time to hang up the lights: a rookie mistake that landed him lots of badgering from Benson until he had to give in to save everyone’s sanity. It worked out fine for me, since Benson was well diverted multiple times then hanging up and taking down our motley smattering of ornaments before it even mattered at all. 

I have very fond memories as a child of getting the Christmas decorations out with my mom, and seeing the house transform into cozy, cheerful reds and greens, with twinkling candles and lights. I think that was more like a whole-day kind of project, whereas my decorating takes at least half an hour…but it’s just the right amount of stuff for me. Although I might need more eventually if Benson keeps pilfering pieces for his room downstairs. 

We need to start working on holiday baking here soon, but I’m not a big cookie person, so my motivation is less than my son’s here as well. Get me started on other forms of Christmas treats, though, and I’m more inclined. I don’t know how traditional it actually is for holidays, but I’m looking at a German-style cheesecake — partially because it looks lovely but honestly mostly because it uses a very fortuitous ingredient that I just so happen to have made recently. Quark!

Because what would you make for Q week? Just not a lot of options here: we don’t want a quilt or a queen, and that basically leaves us with quail or Qatari food. But I happily remembered quark, a type of Eastern European creamy cheese. It has a wide variety of uses, and can be eaten plain, with fruit, used in baking, cooked with, or however. I have rarely seen it available to buy, but the good news is that it couldn’t barely be easier to make. Turn up the Christmas carols while you prep it, and you might soon be humming along with quark the herald angels sing. 

Homemade Quark

Fresh soured cheese might seem like an oxymoron, and it definitely is a bit paradigmatic — especially since quark isn’t considered a “true” cheese, but it’s hard to know what else to call it. It goes by different names and can mean different things in different regions, but the good news is that you don’t have to understand all of it to enjoy it. My father-in-law had just been given a small container of quark at a dairy meeting, and it was good, but my biased opinion is that homemade is better. We enjoyed that one with hot pepper jam, but it’s good treated like cream cheese or cottage cheese or yogurt! 

Prep tips: if you don’t have a yogurt strainer, cheesecloth stretched over a bowl works too, just is messy.

1 quart cultured buttermilk

½ cup cream

Whisk the buttermilk and cream. Crockpot on warm for 8-12 hours, or bake at 200° for 2 hours. Drain; and if desired, salt and/or whip until smooth. 

A Visit to the Great Smoky Mountains

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Lovina’s Amish Kitchen
Lovina Eitcher,
Old Order Amish
Cook, Wife &
Mother of Eight

 

We have entered the final month of 2024. We have just enough snow on the ground to be able to say “We have snow!” The roads are probably icy though. With the temperatures staying in the 20s, I think we can say winter weather is here to stay. 

Daughter Susan is bringing her three boys here while she takes Jennifer, 6, to the eye doctor. She didn’t pass the eye exam in school, so Susan wanted to get an exam at an eye doctor. 

I remember when we had six children wearing glasses while going to school. It was a job just making sure they didn’t forget them or lose them. Now only three of our children need them. The others are fine without glasses for now. 

We had a great trip to the Smoky Mountains. Joe and I took the tram up to Ober Mountain one day. While up there we took a ride on the chairlift. It was very nice, but we were cold by the time we were back in our motel in Gatlinburg. But we discovered what “cold” was when we came back to Michigan. Brr!

We also went to Pigeon Forge a few times. There was so much to see, but I think the highlight of our trip was seeing a bear close to our motel when we came back one night. I have seen bears before, but to be only 20 to 30 feet away from one on the loose was exciting.

Ryan and Curtis are watching me write and are asking me questions. Sweet little boys are just being typical five-year-olds. They see that I have some gifts wrapped already and are telling me what they would like. Of course Ryan wants a hat . . . a black hat! Curtis wants a cup and a book and little toy people. The two little boys are walking around wearing Benjamin’s and Kevin’s hats. Ervin Jr. was a year old in November. He is still not walking, but it looks like it won’t be long. He has such a sweet smile. He claps his hands and “falls.” 

I made the boys grilled cheese for their lunch. They wanted cookies too. 

This is now later in the day. Susan is back, and Jennifer is okay for now to go without glasses. I’m sure that made Susan happy to not have an added expense with the factories having a few weeks off over the holidays. 

On Friday, I will go with Kevin to his appointment in Ann Arbor. I really hope the roads will be okay weather-wise for the two-hour drive. 

Friday evening, Joe and I plan to attend the Christmas dinner at his employer’s house. All the Metal & Truss workers will be there. We are always served a delicious meal. We will miss not having brother Albert and Sarah Irene among the guests. They were missed on our trip to the Smokies with the other employees and their families. It will be a hard Christmas on his family without him there. Rest in peace, dear brother. 

Nephew Steven is slowing gaining strength and has an appointment in Ann Arbor on Thursday. Daughter Lovina and Daniel are making a “sunshine box” of items for him to enjoy. 

Joe’s sister Susan had surgery again. I haven’t heard how she is doing since. She needs our prayers. Cancer is such a dreadful disease. God is above all, and may he give her strength to go on. 

Our community is saddened, as a 10-year-old boy will be laid to rest on Friday. He was killed yesterday morning while biking to school with his sister and two neighbors. It wasn’t far from his home. Our sympathy goes to the family. What a terrible tragedy. May God help them through this trial in life. 

On December 9, it will be four years since our son-in-law Mose was in an accident. The driver Dan was killed instantly, and Mose lived for five days although he never was conscious after the accident. He died on December 14. Gone but never forgotten. We have become great friends with Dan’s wife Jodi. She misses him so much! Let us pray for each other. God bless!

Lovina’s Amish Kitchen is written by Lovina Eicher, Old Order Amish writer, cook, wife, and mother of eight. Her three cookbooks, The Cherished Table, The Essential Amish Cookbook, and Amish Family Recipes, are available wherever books are sold. Readers can write to Eicher at Lovina’s Amish Kitchen, PO Box 234, Sturgis, MI 49091 (please include a self-addressed stamped envelope for a reply); or email [email protected] and your message will be passed on to her to read. She does not personally respond to emails.

 

Easy Come, Easy Go

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Trent Loos
Columnist

As Thanksgiving 2024 is upon us, it is only fitting that I take a moment to remind everyone (including myself) that this nation’s first Thanksgiving was about thanking God for the opportunity to take care of his creation and be able to feed themselves through tough times. I thought today though I would take a look at the last 100 years in food production instead of the first 100.

All of us in farming have, at some point in time, bragged about how little the U.S. consumer pays for food as a percentage of their disposable income. Today, I am asking myself why have we in the business of growing food have decided that was a good idea.

All of sudden the talking heads, particularly through the campaign season, have enjoyed spouting off about “food inflation” and who is responsible. Guess which political party history tells us is not the problem: none of them! But I am here today to address the severity of “the problem.”

It is easy to find this from a government report.

The average price of food in the United States rose by 2.1% in the 12 months ending in October, after posting an annual increase of 2.3% in September, according to the latest inflation data published November 13, 2024, by the U.S. Labor Department’s Bureau of Labor Statistics (BLS). As recently as August 2022, the rate of inflation for food at 11.4% was the highest since May 1979.

But let’s get real for a moment and look at what is really happening. I thought it might be interesting to go back in history to compare two different eras of food costs to the American public.

1934 is regarded as the highest year in terms of percent of disposable income that food cost for U.S. consumers at 25%. So let’s take a glance at what food cost that year:

– Fresh eggs (1 dozen): $0.33 ($6.41 in today’s dollars)
– White bread (1 pound): $0.08 ($1.55 in today’s dollars)
– Sliced bacon (1 pound): $0.29 ($5.63 in today’s dollars)
– Round steak (1 pound): $0.28 ($5.44 in today’s dollars)
– Potatoes (10 pounds): $0.23 ($4.47 in today’s dollars)
– Fresh delivered milk (1/2 gallon): $0.22 ($4.27 in today’s dollars)

Government reports looked like this as the time:

Coming off a stock market crash the previous year, the nation was plagued by economic peril. By March 1930, more than 3.2 million people were unemployed. In an effort to protect American businesses and farmers, President Herbert Hoover signed the Smoot-Hawley Tariff Act, which raised taxes on imports. Foreign governments contested the legislation, leading to a decrease in foreign trade and weakening of the foreign economy. Hurting the American economy even further was a banking panic—a loss of confidence in the security of banks, resulting in people withdrawing their money in large numbers.

For personal interest, I thought I would compare that to the year I was born, 1966:

– Fresh eggs (1 dozen): $0.60 ($4.82 in today’s dollars)
– White bread (1 pound): $0.22 ($1.77 in today’s dollars)
– Sliced bacon (1 pound): $0.95 ($7.63 in today’s dollars)
– Round steak (1 pound): $1.11 ($8.92 in today’s dollars)
– Potatoes (10 pounds): $0.75 ($6.03 in today’s dollars)
– Fresh delivered milk (1/2 gallon): $0.56 ($4.50 in today’s dollars)

If you compare what food cost in 1934, 1966 and today, I am going to tell you that “food inflation” is political rhetoric. The truth of the matter is that “Cheap Food Policy” would have been better named the “Cheat Farmers Profit.” It is being reported right now that by mid-2025, our agricultural trade deficit will be at $45 billion. That is because the global food companies can import food cheaper than we can grow it here. We, the farming public, have been content to sit back and allow others to shape policies that enable this. While farmers are going out of business right and left, the consumer is in the grocery store this week buying turkeys for $.97/lb. and thinking it is wonderful.

The problem we should be focused on and the very reason I started writing this column 23 years ago is that we need a hard reminder that domestic food and fuel are a means of national security. Our security erodes every day that we, as taxpayers, pay another farmer to quit growing food through our government programs. And for the consumers out that care, you should know that this is happening at the most rapid rate in our nation’s history. One final giblet, the debt clock says you owe the federal government $106, 664 at the time of this writing.

The War On Food

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Caren Cowan, owner and publisher of the New Mexico Stockman, always offers up a lot of food for thought in her monthly column. Speaking of food, Caren’s latest missive makes you wonder if supposedly smart people have any idea where their food comes from. For example, according to Caren, “Big banks are being urged to defund the farming industry to limit meat and dairy consumption.”

Caren also ran a story written by Frank Bergman from slaynews.com

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that claimed, “A collective of over 100 climate groups, led by Friends of the Earth, is pressuring JP Morgan Chase, Citigroup and other private banks to stop financing global meat and dairy companies.”

According to Martin Bowman of Feedback Global, “Industrial livestock companies are incompatible with a safe future for our planet, so it’s time for banks and investors to turn off the taps and stop providing financing that is enabling them to grow.” He specifically called on banks to quit lending money to food companies like Tyson, JBS and he called out Bank of America for holding over half of the 134 billion in loans to meat and dairy operators across the country.

It sounds like the green wienies want farmers to plow under all their banking customers in order to control the food that people ingest. While not a fan of the Big Four packers, I think that if the big banks do buckle under from the pressure from the climate fanatics, people will starve to death around the world. Which is probably what the Friends of the Earth want in the first place. They seem to think this world would be a lot better off without any people.

A disturbing report done for Great Britain by Oxford University and the Imperial College of London not only urged everyone to give up meat and dairy products, they also demanded that airports everywhere be closed and the general public banned from using airplanes. Anyone caught doing so would be jailed for violating the Climate Change Act. Of course, the university professors didn’t call for government employees, greenies, rock stars, Climate Czar John Kerry or university professors to quit flying, because their work is so important and their time so valuable.

In order to reach the United Nations and the World Economic Forum’s NET ZERO goals, the university professors also demanded that no new construction should be allowed. The U.N. and the World Economic forum also said that people should stop doing anything that causes emissions. Evidently they haven’t been amongst their fellow man after a bad bean day at the Mexican food restaurant otherwise they’d realize that this would rid the world of people too because we are huge emitters, if you get my drift, and I think you do. All of makes you wonder, ARE THESE PEOPLE NUTS?

Of course they are.

After the greenies finish ridding the world of ranchers they will come after the farmers because of the emissions caused by their tractors. This will mean everyone will start roaming the forests to find roots, shoots and berries to eat and then they’ll be killed by all the wolves, bears and mountain lions the government turned loose. Which begs the question, who will save the wolves, fairy shrimp and pond scum after all the humans starve to death?

Time will tell if the big banks “lose interest” and buckle under from the pressure from the coalition of greenies to stop loaning money to farmers and ranchers. As for myself, I quit the big banks over 40 years ago when I figured out that they were, in the words of President Andrew Jackson, “a den, of vipers and thieves.” Ever since I’ve banked with our small town bank.

Personally, I don’t think the big banks will stop loaning money to meat and dairy producers and I’ll tell you why. For years I spotted bids at the California Bankers auction for my auctioneer friend Jim. The biggest difference I noticed between the big bankers and the ranchers I hang around with is the ranchers have manure on the outside of their boots. The bankers held their convention at one the poshest locales in the state and I noticed when they were served their filet mignons and baked potatoes heaped with real butter and sour cream you’d have thought it was feeding time at the zoo.