When I was a little boy my brother and I would play in the scrap yard down the block near the tracks. It was like a bone yard of metal parts, but it was a treasure hunt for small boys — filled with piles of scrap iron from the second world war. We watched as a machine dropped a huge magnet onto the piles, moving the metal onto rail cars. We climbed on mounds of helmets, hand guns and machine guns. Little did we know the heros that touched them — men who had saved the world so we could play carefree.
My father was drawn to the same place, but he had a vision for what the parts could become. He made a new tractor from scrap World War II airplanes for my grandfather, engineering the old worn out parts into an amazing new machine to break and clear the land. Motor, gauges, steering wheel, seat and throttles — all repurposed to the wonder of everyone who saw it. My grandfather was afraid to drive it, because he thought it would fly away.
Time passed and the tractor became a relic on the farm, returning back to the scrap it was formed from. Missing a wheel and listing to one side, the tractor became our adventure. My brother and I would sit on the seat turning the steering wheel, pretending we could fly into the sky.
Stay Away From the Barn is an adventure based on my love for this tractor.