The house has an old Case tractor on the second floor. It was a restoration project which was brought inside in pieces and was being restored by the husband when he suddenly died of a heart-attack. (Hard to imagine why he was doing it on the second floor…but that may be a feature of the fact this story was related 30 years-ago by the older men in the area when they used to play their regular checkers-games at the feed store. They’re all gone now except one, who lives in the old-age home a few miles away.
I don’t know what his mental-state was before he died…I never knew him…details of this story being related to me down at the feed-store when I moved here in ‘89 ….. The neighbors are descendants of original settlers and some are actually cousins to the widow……but, the deceased husband, having assembled the tractor….the next problem was getting it out of the house….when he had the heart attack. The stone house is beginning to collapse, as one can imagine. I should post a picture but the property has become overgrown over the last 40 years and it’s almost no longer visible from the county road.
I hope you don’t paint yourself into a corner with this airplane.
