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A Tribute to My Grandparents
by Tyler Neff
I often reminisce about the good old days of my youth when I visited my grandparents on their farm in Moorefield, West Virginia. I lived in Middletown, Maryland, which was about two and a half hrs away from the farm. During my summer vacations I would spend two weeks helping granddad Wilmer with his farming duties. Wilmer and his brother Weldon owned the “Neff” farm. They were beef farmers from 1937 until their retirement. Raising Herefords was their main source of income. Harvesting corn, wheat, oats, and even green beans helped pay the bills as well. The farm consists of nearly 200 acres of “farm” land and roughly 190 acres of “wood” land.
The Ford-Ferguson model 9N was the first tractor purchased for the Neff farm in 1940. As a youngster, supervised of course, my granddad would allow me to climb aboard the 9N. I would often ask him to take me for a tractor ride while sitting on his lap, which I soon outgrew. One of my fondest memories was when granddad gave me the opportunity to solo my first ride on the 9N. I was at a ripe old age of seven. Excited and scared, I passed the test, which involved the tractor strategically placed in the middle of a field with nothing to hit or run over. From that day on, you could not keep me away from that machine.
There were three tractors on the “Neff” farm, the Ford-Ferguson 9N, the Ford Golden Jubilee, and the Farmall A. My favorite will always be the 9N. It has a Sherman step-up auxiliary transmission and it could fly in third gear on the highway.
The hard work took a toll on the 9N during its many years of service. It underwent engine rebuilds, valve jobs, a paint job in 1955, along with other minor repairs. The 9N was like a “Timex” watch, it would take a licking and keep on ticking. The last repair my granddad performed on the 9N was an engine overhaul in the summer of 1985. Dad and I asked him why he put more money in this “tired dog”. He wanted the 9N to outlast him and to be used on the farm when he was gone. Who would foresee that several months later he would develop lung cancer? Granddad etched his values into me and educated me about farm life. In July of 1986, my granddad, who I idolized, passed away.
Shortly after his death the 9N quit running. Granddad was the only mechanic on the farm and the only one that knew how to keep the machinery going. In 1986, I asked dad if I could have the “9N” to restore someday, and he agreed. At this time, there were 2 remaining tractors on the farm, the Jubilee and the 9N. Dad agreed to give the Jubilee to my granddad’s brother, Weldon, in exchange for the 9N. Chained to the Jubilee, the 9N was towed to a nearby shed where it spent the next ten years in hibernation and out of the weather. During that period, I would occasionally take a trip to the shed to reminisce about this sentimental piece of machinery. Each year of storage seemed to lessen a chance of restoration for the 9N.
In the summer of 1996, something clicked inside of me. I finally got interested in the possibility of restoring the non-functioning 9N. My sweet, wonderful, grandmother was getting up in age. She’s always been there for me and I wanted to do something to make her proud of me. With plenty of overtime available at work, the extra cash would come in handy. Motivation and money were all I needed to get started on my new project.
It was August of 1996, when dad and I chained his Ford model 640 to the bumper of the rusty pile of metal. The 9N was towed to the garage in preparation for restoration. The tractor was sad looking. Mice, squirrels, and other creatures had their way with the wiring and other parts of the tractor. The brakes were non-functional and the steering sectors were about gone. I shook my head and wondered “What in the heck was I getting myself into?”
At this point I wondered whether I was going to find parts/manuals for a tractor that I had little knowledge of. The only thing I knew was, my granddad called it a Ford-Ferguson. I made a phone call to a Ford/New Holland tractor dealer and they instructed me where to find the serial number. After finding the serial number on the left side of the engine, I called the tractor dealership again. They told me I had a 1940 model 9N. They told me that parts and manuals were readily available. Many of these small utility tractors are still operable on small farms today.
A little info from the Ford/New Holland dealer and a lot of info from Robert N. Pripps’, How to Restore Your Farm Tractor was all I needed to get started. My largest source of information was from Ag forums and Ford tractor bulletin boards on the Internet. If it weren’t for the kind and generous people answering questions and assisting me through different parts of my restoration, it wouldn’t be complete today. I owe a great deal to my tractor friends in cyberspace.
After extensive reading and question writing, I was ready to proceed. I discovered after all these years, the motor wasn’t locked up. Next I had to get it fired up. These are things I had to do to just to see if the 9N would start:
Next I rigged the gas tank to be suspended over the motor. Now came the moment of truth. I turned the key on, pulled the choke, and pressed the starter button. After a couple of attempts, the motor fired and was running. I jumped for joy. Excited, I ran across the road to my grandmother’s house and borrowed her cordless phone and ran back to the tractor. I called my dad who was about 125 miles away at the time. With dad on the line I fired up the 9N once more and he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. This was the start of a long and tough road for me. What made it difficult was the tractor was two and a half hrs away from where I live. So for the next year, I became a weekend warrior mechanic and the 9N became my life.
It was difficult to figure out which broken up thing to work on first. I had to come up with some sort of strategy.