help me write a story bout a tractor driver in the great depression

[chiwawa626]

heres waht i got so far, it needs to be 2-3 pages:

The bright sun gleamed down on young Jim Bean?s tractor. The day was hot yet gusts of wind blew dust through the air. Jim Bean, tall yet slender, leaned on the tire of the tractor. He watched the family clear their home, packing their most personal items. Young Jim didn?t like his job, he hated seeing families forced from their homes, but he did it so his own family could survive. For the three dollars he earned a day, his family could strive on another day in the biter Great Depression.
The eldest of the family came out to talk to Jim one last time. The short old man approached Jim with an uneasy look on his face.
?Say there Jim hows? abouts? ya move along and spare our lil? place.? Said the old man.
?Now ya know I can?t a do that for ya, my jobs on the line here,? explained Jim, ?this is how I gets my bread and butter, I get paid three dollars a day runnin? dis here tractor.?
?Jim you know it and I know it, the bank ain?t about?a gonna do nothin? wit dis land, so why cant we jus keep er? Ou?r family has been farmin this lan for yers. Dis land is made up of ou?r blood, sweat and tears. Ya can?t just a take er away frum us.? Pleaded the old man.
?Im sorry sir but dis her job is all I gots left, and I gotta do it so I can survive myself? said Jim.
?Stan-d clear!? called out Jim as he started up the old ?rust bucket? of a tractor. Once Jim started her up he put it in full throttle and made his way to the side of the house.

 

[Murphyrulez]

And den Ol Uncle Tom came from o'er dat der hill and he dun says, "Jim Bean, you gol darn lazy man, I gots me a gooder tractor o'er at me home. Come wit me and we kin work double as faster."
Jim Bean, he den did says, "Why Unca Tom you rascal, why you sho not say this las week? I bin tractorin all dis time wit a rust bucket."


more later

 

[UberNeuman]

Jim Beam had greater concerns than his tractor, or even the blight of a world caught in the depression. He knew what it was that troubled his thoughts and his soul for many a day and night. It was that which all good, decent folks feared...
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THE ATTACK OF THE CLONES!!!

 

[Tominator]

<< ...leaned on the tire of the tractor. >>



I think they were all steel with no rubber tires in the 20's for farm implements. Possibly...leaned on the tired rusty wheel of the tractor.

 

[Tates]

OOOh, I can't wait to read the part when he fights back the tears as he reads a Dear John letter while he leans up against his John Deere

 

[chiwawa626]

common guys can u help?

 

[Tominator]

Midday in the middle of July on a farm always meant hard work. In the fields at sunrise, a short pause for a hearty lunch and back at the plow or tractor doing repairs as needed. There was something always in need of attention it seemed. Livestock to feed and when the well went dry, and that seemed more often these days, hauling barrells from the creek which was over a mile away. Pop said we'd "Git that darned ole well dug a little deeper next season," but next season never seemed to come. The day was long and hard and with many challenges. A breached calf, a broken plow, the roof on that old barn. Always something. Everyone worked until sundown and many times by the light of a full moon. Farm work paid by the season and not by the hour. One that works on a farm never has a tough time sleeping!

Harvest was a joyfull time. The work still just as hard as ever but you now had the end in site. The profit was near and that meant a good winter. Building planning and praying for a better time of it next Spring when it all started again. A full larder was the goal.

But the work had always been a satisfaction to Pop. He had pride and an unselfeshment that somehow set him apart. He was always doing something to help his neighbors. Neighbors? Ok, you might call them that, but you could barely see the grove of trees that surrounded the Johnson's place almost three miles away. When Hap Johnson got sunstroke a couple of years back folks came from the next county to help finish the planting. Even the little rotund Pastor from the Baptist Church came everyother day. Pop always said, " He's a better Pastor that could ever be a farmer!" with a little chuckle.....

Jim Bean was the eldest of 5 children. The eldest by the grace of God. Pop said Jerry wasn't meant to farm as he seemed lazy and after joining the Army at age 15 rarely came home and only wrote his mom everyother month. Seems him and Pop had it oiut one day and lied about his age to be rid of him and teach him a lesson. Around POP you didn't bring up Jerry....He was 5 years older that Jim.

Jim Bean studied hard in school and worked hard on the farm. Books were an outlet to another world. On the farm it was all work. Read a book and you could go anywhere! Jim studied hard and dreamed of going to college someday. Pop said that if things kept on lookin up that that might just happen. Things changed....

Jim always had a mechanical aptitude. He could look at a mechanical contraption and fix practically any piece of equpment. Although the old tractor was the farm's first, it was several years past it's prime when Pop brought it home from an 'auction.' Pop didn't say much about the price or who owned it before and if asked he'd get a little dark, hang his head and say with a gentle side to side shake of his head, "Some things are just meant not to be." But when Jim figured out how to fix something that others had failed at he'd exclaim, "Now that's my boy!" grinning from ear to ear....Pop hadn't smiled like that lately....

Well, there's the preface for the situation Jim finds himself in....

 

[notfred]

Shouldn't Jim bean be rich for making Whiskey or Bourbon or something? (I don't drink)

 

[DDad]

A couple of Quick Points:

Tractors in the early thirtys didn't have starters- he had to hand crank it- or turn the flywheel over on John Deeres
Also, as mentioned earlier, Steel wheels (rubber didn't really get used until late 30's)