Below is a photo of an old radiator I found out behind the trees. I would guess it was either part of a tractor my great grandfather, Swen, had or maybe something my dad thought was cool looking. It is from an 18-32 Cross Motor. Here's a picture of a whole one which I stole from the internet. 

During all of my research, I discovered that history of Case is fascinating. Rife with family feuds and lawsuits. I'm not kidding. It would be a great soap opera. Partially because it's scandalous but also because a lot of farmers have afternoons off in the winter and I know for a fact some of them watch soaps.

Basically, there was this guy, Jerome Increase Case, and a long time ago he started a threshing machine company. It became very successful but he got bored with it after a while so he made his brother-in-law VP of the company and ran off to buy a ranch in Texas, start a bank in Wisconsin, buy a couple of freight liners on the Great Lakes, be mayor of Racine, WI and get involved with horse racing. Then this dude decides to open up a plow factory NEXT door to the threshing machine factory that his brother-in-law is running that still bears the Case name. Jerome was like, "Dude, don't worry about it. I'm going to name my new plow manufacturing company the J I Case Plow Works so no one will get it confused with the J I Case Threshing Co. They're totally not the same thing at all. Apples and fucking oranges, man." 

So Jerome owns 100 percent of both companies but is only running one and it was mostly rainbows and puppy dogs until he died. In his will he stipulated that all shares of the original company must be sold and the newer company was given to his children. The in-laws were probably miffed that they hadn't been given the company that they'd been running for years so they bought it. A massive pissing contest ensued and suddenly the J I Case Threshing Co isn't just making threshing machines and the J I Case Plow Company isn't just making plows  and it's not apples and oranges anymore. The kids sue the in-laws and both companies try to change their names to the J I Case company. At this point, the post master in Racine is about to kill all of these mother fuckers because they have almost the same name and practically the same address and both receive tons of mail. The federal government steps in and the post office stops delivering their mail. They aren't sure whose mail is whose so both companies have to send a lawyer down each morning to open the mail in front of postal officials in order to discern who gets what mail.

In the end, the kids didn't manage to make it out of the depression and had to sell their company to Massey-Harris, who sold the remaining rights to the Case Company name back to the in-laws. I can't imagine the new owners wanted anything to do with the name at that point seeing as how they were the Kardashians of the turn of the last century. Or maybe the Jacksons. I'm not sure.

Note to owner of photograph; on the extremely low chance you ever see this, please don't sue me for copyright infringement. I'm negative more dollars than I'm positive as it is. Would it help if I said, "I think your tractors sexy"? I'm not sure why I offered that. I should have offered to say, "I think your tractor is modestly dressed. She's no a flashy little tart. No, sir!" Because it's not sexy I think we both know it's not sexy. I mean it's matte grey. You could probably use that thing set your to white balance. I was only making a terrible joke to lighten the mood so you wouldn't want to sue me and then I called your tractor a girl and for all I know, you could have named him Fred or Reginald and are now deeply offended.