From the time I was a little girl I knew I wanted to be a farmer and a stay-at-home mom just like my mom and dad. There was never a doubt in my mind that I was going to be a farm girl FOREVER! As a farmer’s child I think you are either born with the love for the farm or not. My brother and I were born with it, our sister was not. While we were outside riding horses or messing with the livestock, sister was in the house reading or off in town with her friends.
Although my dream of having an Old MacDonald’s type farm didn’t quite work out for me, we are still in the ag industry and have slowly built our small acreage up over the years and have too many horses, a Zebu bull, a dwarf Angus heifer, one longhorn cow and her two month old calf. I have my pumpkin patch and flower garden I love to go out and pull weeds while listening to an audio book or a podcast or two. Old Boy and The Boy have begun a small hay baling operation after having a harder and harder time over the years of being able to find good small square hay bales. Times have gotten harder to find high school aged kids willing to bale, so big round bales have become the way. I so enjoy watching My Guys head out to bale. Guess it gives me that Days of Old type feeling.
Before I was born my dad farmed with his family. Months after I was born we moved off the family homeplace to our own place to farm about 20 miles away. Grandma and Grandpa had retired and built a new home in town not long before our move. Often Grandpa would come out and work on the farm, but the days of farming with the family was over.
Not a large scale farm by any means, dad had plenty of land and cattle to merit a full time hired hand until the mid-80’s when the farming crisis hit. By that time Brother had graduated high school and college and worked along dad on the farm while also starting his own cattle herd and small livestock hauling operation.
My folks were fortunate enough to have survived the hell of the 80’s, but did have to scale down a lot and have to work their way back again. In his 70’s now, dad has been able to scale down again, of his own accord this time, and do just what he wants to do. He has his longhorns he raises, he still has a section of land he raises corn, alfalfa and oats. He still has his roping horses, although not as many as once. He still ropes, although not as often as he once did…a hobby he’ll never give up…along with the farming he’ll never give up.
Thinking of my life without the rural lifestyle, and all that comes with it…I can’t even imagine and wouldn’t want to either. I quite honestly believe it’s in the blood.