Having been off air all day owing to a virus which took seven hours to eliminate it is nice to be back.The Fordson Tractor we had was an N9, the one shown is a Major and was called just Ford.If you want to see a full working Fergy with all its kit there is often one on my sons farm, his friend has it and still uses it.I hold my tongue on some of the discrepancies for instance I never in my life saw the "Murky" with our own fowl we had Goose at Christmas I loved it and a Cock-bird for New year and so did many around us. Not saying all did but many parents did try hard to give the kids a good time at Christmas. All our ducks geese and chickens were pre ordered and Mother plucked and ploated the lot.They are trying to pack a lot in and it does not always work.
Sorry to hear about your virus, Frank...glad you're up & running again.
Thought you may be interested in this clip: http://www.tractordata.co.uk/fordson_to_1950/pages/fordson_e27n_tvo_1947/index.htm
That looks about right David.
Murkey sounds pretty horrible - but one of the chaps (can't remember his name) liked it because it tasted like stuffing!
I think those in the country had access to more fresh produce - a point that Ruth made when discussing gathering fruits etc from the hedgerows. My mother was living and working in North London (father was in the Navy). There was little opportunity for extras beyond the ration; OH's mother was in Taunton - with many farming relatives in villages round and about. They ensured slightly more fresh produce was available. (I think. from listening to the tales, the odd chicken would "fall off its perch" thus necessitating its consumption )
Hello Posh, did you get the last e-mail I sent???
My mothers extended family lived in Middlesbrough in Street houses so no chance of livestock or fresh food apart from the market, we supplied a lot of what added to their wartime rations. I could jump on the bus at Norton Green and get of in North Ormesby market walk down the street with a couple of bags of veg and bacon or the odd fowl.I remember the local Barber pestering me for something to put in the oven at Christmas, in the end my Dad said that old hen has stopped laying knock it over and give him that (or sell I should say), I kept out of his way for weeks thinking it would be the toughest bird they ever had but when he did catch me he was asking if we had any more?
A Correction,I should have said David Brown Tractors with the big wings (probably because the RAF used them in hundreds) and not John Brown as I did say, apologies to officianado's.
Frank, just for no reason at all, perhaps you may find this clip interesting:
Frank: yes I can now see your PM. I don't always get the "flag" of new posts or Emails - the last time it happened, I had 26 "message alerts" in one hit!!!! Oh, well, I keep on looking - but I must admit that I forgett to check messages. Off there now to see what's what )