Though I didn't personally know Bob Engle, I do know his kids. He was a forever farmer on the island and he had been sick for years. He passed away in November and I went to his funeral at the Sunnyside Cemetary with mom and dad. It was a very moving ceremony. It rained, and I couldn't hear the speakers, but the procession bringing him to his final resting spot was pretty emotional. His son, who had his old tractor refurbished so it looked brand new, pulled him on a flat bed just as Bob had wanted. His casket, wrapped in an American flag. I can't even begin to fathom how hard it was for Bobby to do that, but that he knew it was the right thing, and what his dad would have wanted. A lot of farmers formed a tractor processional that was amazing.
There were only a few tractors that weren't of the John Deere genre. Bob apparently loved his John Deere tractors. But, Dale Sherman, has a Tonka and he drove it.
Our high school friend Georgie is also a farmer and she had a little red tractor. Truckers/big rigs also followed in the procession.
