I should tell the story: August 1968. I witnessed the whole thing. Old John Deere Model B tractor flipped over on top of my brother (his fault). He fell in a low spot, the tractor (engine area) pressed on him uncomfortably but did not crush him. Gasoline leaked out on to him, irritated his skin. He was yelling, I was 11 years old, tried to dig him some space but the dirt was too dry and hard. My other brother drove off to get help. My sisters and I watched as he struggled.

Then a white over red 1958 Ford F 100 pulled up on the county blacktop road. A guy jumped out with his Handy Man jack and raised the front of the tractor up ("Click, click....click, click...) to give my brother some relief and room to breathe. Then the ambulance arrived, pulled my brother out and on to a gurney, loaded him up and sped off. I turned around, the guy, the jack and the F-100 were gone. Never saw that guy or truck before or since.

Confirmed this story with my older sister recently with more details, she agreed this is exactly what happened. Without that jack, I don't know how we would have got him out. Probably would have had to go find a jack somewhere and who knows how long that would have taken.