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Friday, April 11, 2008
My Grandpa's Farm
You may not know this about me, but I'm just a country girl. I grew up in the country ~ lived, breathed, enjoyed and loved it.
The backstory: It was in September 1993 that my grandfather passed away. Ever since I was a little girl, my grandparents always lived on a farm ~ a huge farm. Huge in acreage. It was a small dairy farm, that was barely self-sufficient. Those of you that either have been or are farmers know full well what I mean. Not to mention the back-breaking lifestyle having a farm entails. The farm was about 93 acres. There is a creek that runs through the front pastures and the 1/10th of a mile drive crosses over this small creek. There is also a pond in the back pastures before you reach the train tracks. Yes, I loved this farm. There is also some acres across the road that we always used for hay for the cows. So when I found out in 1998 that my parents had to sell my grandfather's farm I was devastated, absolutely devastated. My grandfather's farm being sold. It would be equivalent to my parents selling their land. It simply wasn't right that my grandfather's farm wasn't going to be in the family. My parents did keep the acreage across the road. Their home and my sister's home is on that acreage. But the main part of the farm is no longer ours.
Fast forward to today: I always know that whenever my mom actually calls me (she lives in New York), that it usually isn't going to be good. Well, today is one of those times. She called to let me know that the current owners of my grandfather's farm have decided to sell about 6 acres of one of the front pastures. I know it's silly, but why sell? Apparently they aren't farmers, have no interest in farming and probably simply want the money. Oh, okay, I don't know that for a fact, but it simply doesn't make sense to sell that one portion of the land. So now my parents and sister are going to have (eventually) someone living across from them (on my grandfathers farm).
I just called my brother in Minnesota and of course I cried about the land being sold ~ I know silly. Unfortunately neither of us has the funds available to buy these few acres.
I guess the reason why it bothers me is it's like a part of me and my childhood is being sold and there's nothing I can do about it. This picture was taken the Fall of 2003, the last time I visited my family. It's in the back pastures of my grandfather's farm.
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