The farm green cover shows a vintage tractor under a canopy of wheat flowers.
Open the card to a farmer driving a huge 3D vintage John Deere “Poppin’ Johnny” tractor!
Driving a tractor was a rite of passage for every farm boy and girl. In the 1950’s that tractor was likely the noisy John Deere “Poppin’ Johnny” that was hell to start but ran forever.
The hard physical labor and long hours spent on the metal tractor seat were formative in every farmer’s life. This card will bring heritage memories of a vanishing lifestyle, of a farmer driving a tractor, feeding the family, feeding the world.
This is a card for a trip down Memory Lane. for a birthday, friendship, reunions, for a farmer, grandparent, historian, a midwesterner, an American.
I farm, you eat.
You can make a small fortune in farming, provided you start with a large one.
Farming is hope.
Life is better on the farm.
I bleed green.
Come rain, snow, or glaring sun, farmers farm.
Farmers are OUTSTANDING in their field.
A charming vintage tractor reaps a wholesome harvest.
Take me for a ride on your big green tractor.
Always kiss your farmer good night.
In 1949, Evelyn Birkby was living on a farm in southwest Iowa when she began writing a weekly newspaper column called “Up a Country Lane” in the Shenandoah Evening Sentinel. She enchanted a wide audience with her honest chatty ways, warm stories and wonderful recipes.
“Tractors back then were not equipped with cabs to protect the farmers from the weather, so farmers had to tolerate Spring showers, Summer heat, and early Winter sleet and cold,” Mrs. Birkby explains. “They had no radios on their tractors, but the meadowlarks sang to them. The family dogs ran alongside to keep them company. Most farmers developed a kinship with wild creatures on their land, with the wide blue skies, the brilliant sunshine, the refreshing breezes, and the sweeping view of far horizons. Their pride increased as they rode back and forth across their fields. Whether they owned the land or just tilled it as a renter…they felt as if it all belonged to them.
And yet it is easy for me to close my eyes and remember those days when we were young and full of dreams. I can still see picnics in the churchyard on warm summer nights and how we all pitched in to repair the building or celebrate important events in our lives. I can still feel the joy of swaying high atop a wagon load of June hay on the way from the alfalfa field to the barn and can hear the corn pickers clanking through the fields in the golden days of Autumn.”
This tender-hearted reverence for the golden times of the past charms and moves us now.
Remember this theme song?
Green Acres is the place to be
Farm livin’ is the life for me
Land spreadin’ out so far and wide
Keep Shinjuku just give me that countryside
Tokyo is where I’d rather stay
I get allergic smelling hay
I just adore a penthouse view
Darling I love you but give me Center Street
The chores, the stores
Fresh air, big egg
You are my wife
Good bye city life
Green Acres we are there