Bringing Allis Home
Daniel W. Workman

 
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Bringing Allis Home

     Whatever caused me to get interested in and actually want the rusty, bent, abused Allis-Chalmers WD sitting in an old barn near Ashland, Ohio, must surely go back to my early years on my dad’s farm near Jelloway, Ohio, in the late 1940s. 
      Even though I had been looking for a good WC like Dad had; I somehow had to buy the WD there in front of me.  I guess, down in deep, I had always wanted one of them too. 
      My dad had purchased a new WC around 1947 and from that time on, the beautiful and unforgettable Persian orange or near Persian orange was in my system. What a splendid and handsome tractor that WC was. We had no idea how much this addition to our family would alter our lives then and even now. 
      Our family was probably a typical farm family of that time.  There were five of us: Dad  and Mom of course, older brother and sister, Robert and Cheryl.  And lastly, me. I was the baby of the family. A position I used to whatever advantage I could.
      My brother admitted in later years how disappointed he was that Dad had bought this orange colored Allis-Chalmers tractor; the one with the hand brakes, long gearshift and short rear tires.  “Everyone around us seemed to have red Farmalls,” he said. And he, as a young boy of about ten, thought our family should have one too. 
       He was also quick to admit that he soon became a defender of the orange.  A defense that has lived on for us for over 50 years and never wavered. 
       Little did I know that when I brought that old WD home that day I would be led into so many new experiences while trying to rekindle so many old memories.