Saturday, January 10, 2009
Going to the farm was fun when I was young. Getting to see the new kittens in the hay loft, climbing the silo (and getting in trouble for doing it), playing under the huge pine trees, walking through the barn, watching my Grandpa milk the cows, playing Barbies with my cousins. As I got older, it was less fun to go there. Nothing to do, boring, "do we have to go?" I guess almost every kid goes through a time in their life when visiting with relatives becomes a chore. How I wish they were still around to ask questions about farming back then & what their lives were like with seven kids to feed. My dad is gone too. So many times I wish I could ask him things.
I drove by last spring. Cars in the yard, the house needs painting, construction equipment everywhere. I'm so afraid I'll drive by one day & it will be gone. Just another subdivision in the country.
I read a book last year called "The Land Remembers: The Story of a Farm and Its People " by Ben Logan. I thought of my grandparents & dad often when reading it. I think it describes so well what it was like in the 20's & 30's on the farm.
When I watch Eli & the boys cut the hay next door at the farm, it is a reminder of the way it used to be. Who knows, with gas prices so volatile, it may be the way of the future.