Doug’s beautiful evocative writing portrays such wonderful images of the life my grandfather must have had, and also his grandfather, and so on beyond several generations earlier. How I wish I’d known such a life but my farming grandparents died before I was born. Their name was ALKER and they farmed for generations around Lancashire, England. Before that, I believe from their name they may have been Vikings. I traced them to the 1600s where they lived in Ormskirk. Orm was a viking and Orm’s kirk was his church.
I am reposting this from a previous blog I had since it was kind of popular, and I am really feeling sentimental today.
“Why on earth do you want to farm”? I was asked that countless times over the years that I farmed. Even more times before that when I was in high school! They were quick to point out the long hours, dirty work environment, dangerous conditions, and of course, low income. I usually answered with something like “because I love it “, or “I like knowing I’m helping to feed the world”. Both good answers, but I never really felt like I answered their question.
It’s only now that I haven’t sat on a tractor seat in almost twelve years that I think I have a decent answer. And that answer comes to me as I come to realize my spring and fall depressions get worse as…
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