THIS IS ME
My writing might be all over the place...but my heart is in each story.
Small Town Girl
I did not grow up on a farm. I was a small town girl. A teacher's daughter.
The closest I came to a cow or a pig was down the road at the local county fair
but I always stayed clear of them. The only pig I was getting near was my
purple Miss Piggy sweater! That was until middle school and I met my best friend, Kathy. Her family owned and operated a large dairy and grain farm.
And that's where the fun began...
Wrangling Cows and Farm Boys
I learned to milk cows, wash a cow (first time I was crapped on..literally), drive a column
shift truck (okay well, I did the pedals and Kat shifted) and be her side-kick on the tractor
with our Alabama music blaring in the wind. We also spent a lot of summers
at the fairs, showing her Grand Champion Brown Swiss cows. So basically, my little inauguration into farm life.
This is how I met my husband, Tim, at the local county fair. You know when
you meet someone and you just aren't to sure about them? Welp, that was
me. He was showing pigs, which I knew nothing about except they smell
(again..the city girl in me). But he bought me ice cream and talked me into walking around the carnival. And that's how our story begins. On the Ferris Wheel.
Stepping Into Farm Life
Fast forward a few years, we had our first daughter
( yes, before we were married), ended up getting married and
began our life together on his generational farm in
the next town over from where I grew up. So I had a
tiny introduction to farm life but still had a lot to learn. Especially about smelly pigs, the
long hours my farmer worked, and the loneliness in the country (remember I'm used to the city).
Slowly but surely, I adapted and started pitching in to help, with our small daughters right
We ended up buying his family farm from his parents, living in the old farmhouse, and
continued raising "stinky" pigs, feeder steers, and grain farming. Tim's brothers ended
up returning to the farm full-time and the land and animals expanded. Ever heard the expression, "Farming is in their blood?" Sometimes you can't take a farm-boy away from
the dirt. Their roots brought them home.
One Step Back =Two Steps Forward
But along the way, even through the low grain and cattle prices, high feed and input
cost, we powered on. This is where we wanted to raise our family. This is what we
wanted them to experience just as the generations before us did. Farming takes determination, long hours, making tough decision, and a love of dirt. Our kids might
not stay on the farm but they were raised with the value of a dollar (nothing in life is free),
the meaning of hard work and consistency and life isn't always fair, it's what you make
We now have 3 grown daughters
(Megan, Emily, Katlyn),
a teenage son (Andrew),
a son-in-law (Lee),
a granddaughter (E)
and more to join in the future!
The last 30 years has not always been an easy road to travel
(we've had plenty of potholes) but we would not have it any other way.