Nebraska Bound – Revelations, Ruminations and Reflections - One Precious Drop


Even though we traveled with 16 trucks and semis full of supplies I told Farmer I felt like we were just a drop in a bucket. 

Consider this though.

 One single drop in an empty bucket is a start.

Add more drops.

If you can make it to the halfway point of filling the bucket you should be encouraged to keep adding a drop at a time. The full bucket is in sight.

With each precious drop you come closer to being the last drop that pushes a previous drop out of the bucket.


Our convoy was one of those drops.

Preparations –

After going through this I can’t imagine the hours of preparation that it took to pull this all together. Kerry Tucker along with others (too many to mention and fearful to leave someone out) are amazing. We delivered to many producers many different items. The trucks were loaded in an attempt to have the right supplies for each producer together. Contacting companies for donations, contacting farmers and ranchers to find out their needs. Contacting locals for their assistance.  It isn’t easy finding accommodations for 17 trucks.


This is what Michigan brought to Nebraska.


170 round hay bales

50 round straw bales

400 square straw bales

100 square hay bales

6 tons Purina cattle cubes

80 mineral blocks

25 hog panels

100+ t posts

200 Easter baskets

75 50 lb. bags of horse feed

20 bags of shavings

500 lbs. pig feed

1000 lbs. cow feed

60+ rolls wire

740 wood posts

Another 3 skids of cow feed – over 1000 lbs.

Miscellaneous fencing tools

Veterinary medicines

And a whole lot of love, prayers, encouragement and well wishes.


People -

West MI community is amazing. All the donations for personal care and the awesome Easter Baskets made and given were over the top.

The farmers who donated straw, hay and other feed. Those who lended trucks and trailers. Those who gave money for fuel and food.


The drivers and all that went along were good, good people. The best. Their kindness and unselfishness has challenged me to be better.

Family and friends that stayed back at home so others could go. Doing chores, milking cows, taking care of kids and other business.

All of you on face book and the internet that read the posts and blogs. Your encouragement was beneficial for all. Sharing and spreading the news was wonderful. It brought more attention to where it was needed – the farmers and ranchers.

Father and son hog farmers that lost 700 hogs.

Father and son hog farmers that lost 700 hogs.

I heard it said more than once to reporters or others “It’s not about us. We’re bringing help. The focus must stay on those farmers and ranchers that were affected by this.”

Many along the way would hand off money at gas stations, rest stops, parking lots. “We love what you are doing. I want to help.”

Producers -


The farmers and ranchers we went to help are strong people. They truly are what’s right with America. They stand strong and firm, facing the future of rebuilding and restoring. Even when all is lost they carry a flicker of hope within. We all need to fan those tiny glimmers of fire with prayer and any help we can provide.

Some issues they are faced with are insurance problems. One farmer can’t get insurance money unless he shows them the dead cow. Many of his cows were washed away. Some are still buried in the sand and there are some on his property that aren’t his.

The hog producer that we helped had to pay $5000 for 2 semi-trucks to haul away the dead pigs. His insurance refuses to pay. There will be time spent trying to fight that.


Another was told it would take $8300 an acre to scrape off the sand and silt from his land. Who can afford that?


There are miles and miles of missing fencing.

Feed bins split and collapsed spilling the feed in the flooding waters. Those that didn’t spill over are ruined from the feed sitting in the water.

Those that lost the cattle had spent years growing their herd through genetics. Most animal replacement will be a long-term process.

As a farm wife and mother, it is hard to watch my husband and son when hardships come. I am only able to help so much. These mothers, wives, daughters, sons and other family members feel so inadequate. The toll this is taking on the health of these families is physical and emotionally painful.

People again -

Father and son producers

Father and son producers

The glimmer of sunshine in all this darkness is the younger generation. The sons and daughters of the producers affected are standing with their parents and are choosing to stay, not throw up their hands, walk away and work at another profession. They are committed to be the next generation to work the soil, to inhabit the farmstead.


I must, I have to and I cannot say it strong enough – the kids that came with us are the best!! Farm kids are a different breed from non-farm kids. These kids worked their hineys off. They pitched in. They saw a need and went into action before anyone asked. There was no whining, no complaining.


And they managed to have fun all along the way.

I’m going to stray down another path a moment. I try not to be judgmental. I try to be sensitive and caring. But, I just have to say. I think we are growing a weak, spineless bunch of kids when we don’t insist our kids work for the things they want. The bubble wrap we are using when a kid is bullied isn’t going to help them when they get into the real world where the bubble wrap has been used up. We need to let our kids get tough with real world experiences. Electronics are great. Life experiences are greater. Most farm kids grow backbones through the “have tos” on the farm. When life depends on your actions you learn perseverance and tenacity.

Perspective –

This event was horrible. This was life altering. It looks and feels overwhelming. There are mountains for these producers to climb. Standing on the mountain top of their needs this weekend gives us a clear view of how small our issues are.

Two of my favorite farmers - it’s the people not the things.

Two of my favorite farmers - it’s the people not the things.

The stuff we have here shrinks. The “things” we need to deal with need to remain things. Relationships hold the value of life.

Relationships created on this trip will last a long time. Memories of their stories will invade our thoughts. Blessings will be returned to us – that’s the cool thing God designed. When you bless it comes back.

There are still needs to be met. There will be for a long time.

You can help by praying. You can help financially. If you have a desire to help, send a message on the Facebook page – Farm and Ranchers Aid from West Mi and you will be directed.

We are all drops in this thing called life. I’m grateful we could be a drop that helped to start to refill those farmers’ and ranchers’ buckets.










Nebraska Bound - Installation 4


We spent several hours in Schuyler dispersing items. Many grateful people were there to pick up and we enjoyed meeting and hearing their experiences. 


We unloaded and loaded back up Easter baskets, family tub of supplies, saddles, halters, fencing, salt blocks, wire, horse feed etc. One thing I learned – a weird phenonium. As you transfer 50# bags of horse feed from the back of one pick up to the other, the bags increase in weight as you go along. There’s been a study from the University of BS that documents this.


From there we headed to Columbus where the convoy became a logistical moving puzzle. Kerry Tucker did an amazing job shuffling semis and trucks to their perspective producer. Many came to the location where we circled the wagons to pick up their supplies.

Then Kerry sent us off indifferent directions to deliver our items.

The water carried corn stalks and whatever it could pick up from the fields and caught on fences - tearing fencing out and damaging what was left standing.

The water carried corn stalks and whatever it could pick up from the fields and caught on fences - tearing fencing out and damaging what was left standing.

We had round straw bales that we delivered to a farm that had beef cattle. The river is approximately 1.5 miles from where we unloaded the straw. Their property covers the area up to the river. They lost most of their fencing and a few calves that drowned.

We were one of three trucks to unload there. Once we were unloaded we split apart again.

One truck headed north to spend the night at a friend’s house and then on to MI the next day.

The other semi left to head to Iowa for the evening and then back to Michigan.

We went back to Schuyler to meet up with the remaining drivers that were spending the night there. We arrived before some of the others so we dropped the trailer – thanks Craig for guarding it – and we drove to the river to see the damage. 


After we went through four Closed Road signs we could see the effects of the flooding more there than anywhere else.


There is feet and feet of sand and silt on top of the land. We were told it will take about $8300.00 an acre to scrape and remove the sand so farmers can replant.

While the damage isn’t as visible as when the fires broke out there will be long lasting issues. There are miles and miles of fencing that needs to be replaced – many of those pastures we won’t see driving through the towns.


There is feed in storage bins that are rotting or washed away that needs to be replace. Animals in all stages of growth are lost. It takes time to build up a herd – especially with the genetics coming into play.

The clean-up, repair, rebuild and carry on will be a long-time process. The $$ will be costly.

Others left from where they had delivered their last load.

We all were hot, tired and dirty and hungry. We went to supper with one of our recipients. It was nice to sit and relax with each other a little. And we were treated to supper by the rancher who joined us.

We said our good-byes before heading to our rooms and falling into bed.

It was a long, tiring, hot, emotional day. There was great pleasure in doing this and many grateful hearts on the receiving and giving side of the equations.

This morning we were blessed to find out that someone had covered out hotel expenses.

So many blessings to come from this – some we will not know of for a long time coming and maybe never at all.

Check out Farm and Rancher Aid from West Michigan facebook page to see more pictures and read more experiences.

Stay tuned for my final - Nebraska Bound Observations and Reflections. 

Nebraska Bound - Installation 3


We all arrived at the same time to our hotel last night. We rolled in about 12:15am Nebraska time. We had a good chunk of time that we waited for all the stragglers (there were a few issues amongst the vehicles) but we arrived together. 


It was a quick sleep. We were treated to breakfast from someone who donated money to go towards a meal for us all. So, we got off this morning with full bellies.

Now onto the full hearts.

This whole effort is a continuous moving machine.


Our first recipients met us at the hotel because the trucks couldn’t get to their farm because of road conditions. We loaded pig fencing and posts. Then part of our group went with a semi load of straw to another location where the straw was stacked for later dispersal from the farmers.


This family lost 700 hogs. Within 30 minutes the water went from ankle deep to above knee level. Previously the highest the water ever reached was about 4 inches. Their farm is about 1.5 miles from the river. The land flooded past 2 miles from the river.

By the time it was said and done the water level was above 7 feet. They attempted getting pigs out but only were able to save about 15. Thankfully, the day before they moved their cattle to another farm.

Once the water receded they had a rendering company come in and they loaded 2 semis full of dead pigs.


We had a couple of women come and take Easter baskets that would be handed out. They were extensions of us.

Eventually, we headed to Schuyler. This small town was hard hit.

We had a police escort . . .

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and a celebrity.


We could see some lasting effects from the flood. The railroads are being rebuilt or repaired.

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We met in a parking lot and some of the farmers and ranchers brought vehicles to transport things home. Some farms couldn’t be accessed.

There were more tears and more grateful hearts.

Over and over we hear “We never thought anything like this would happen here.”

There have been some that don’t want to take cash that was designated. One young man was just about forced to take the money. He was in tears. Farmers are really good at giving. Receiving, not so much.


When we were in Schuyler we were treated  like kings. There was enough pizza, cookies, desserts and water for an army. They were so kind.

It is now around 2:00 PM and we are still unloading supplies. Once this is done, then on to some individual farms and then to Columbus.

There are a few consistencies here.

1.     Farmers and Ranchers are tough.

2.     Farmers and Ranchers are full of hope.

3.     These Farmers and Ranchers will carry on.

Life will be different. Life will go on.

Anyone who eats, wears clothing, has furniture, medication, etc. should be grateful.

Stay tuned for future installations.

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Nebraska Bound - Installation 2


To drink or not to drink? That is the question. 


I’m sitting here at the World’s largest truck stop with my Taco Bell and a Coke. I purchased the Coke for the caffeine – trying to ward off a migraine.

But, my dilemma is – drinking Coke might kill the headache but the intake of a liquid beverage will result in dispersal later. And, once again, I’m not convinced I’m on the same schedule has the head dispersaler.

We have just entered Iowa. We’ve snacked ourselves through three states and we are now waiting for some of the others to catch up.

We’ve had a few issues – flat tire, straps coming undone, had to transfer some of the load of one to another and something about a wheel stud (please realize I know nothing about this and for those on the trip if you’re reading, feel free to correct in the comments.)

But like a flock of startled birds that fly off in every direction they all swoop back around and land together. Thus, we are in the swooping mode.

What better place than this. So many food choices and so many “items we don’t need” choices.

All in all, I think we’ve been doing pretty well, but this is my first and hopefully all of ours’s last time doing this.

I think the Coke is going to win out and I’m going undercover to discover who the head dispersaler is and buy them lots to drink.

Stay tuned for future adventures.  

Nebraska Bound - Installment 1


 We are off and on our way.

I think we have 16 trucks with 2 or 3 semis meeting us tonight in Freemont.

Each driver has been given “goodie bags” from three different people/organizations – I have yet to find out.


When we arrived this morning, we pulled in line behind several other trucks. We all mingled in the cold and mud. Introductions were made (most will be forgotten – by me). Even though I might not remember names yet I do know I am in the company of some very good people.


John Decker from Farmers Co-op in Hudsonville read scripture and sent us off with exhortation, prayer and a blessing.


Wrangling everyone together for a group photo happened and then we left with police escorting us and many people along the way to the expressway waving us good-bye.

There’s been a lot of preparation for this trip and I really have no clue but I can only imagine.

For me I’ve been preparing by not drinking liquids – I have an idea bladder control will come in handy when traveling with this many. I hope the “determining” driver has a small bladder.

We will be meeting farmers at drop off places because many roads accessing their farms and ranches are still unpassable – especially for heavy equipment.

Stay tuned for future installments.

I'm Anticipating a Wonderful Trip I Hope I Never Take Again.


I am beyond excited “for” but not “why”. 

So far I’m guessing none of this makes sense but stick with me I will convince you I am smarter than I sound – I keep telling my family that all the time.

I was going to say “unless you’ve been living under a rock” you know about the flooding and disastrous weather our farmers and ranchers out west have had. Sadly, there are still people who haven’t seen or heard a news clip about it.

There are convoys going to Nebraska bringing supplies from all over the country. The Farmer and Rancher Aid from West MI convoy is leaving Friday, April 19 for Nebraska and Farmer and I are planning on going along! I am beyond excited.

We will be hauling round straw bales on our goose neck flat bed. Destinations are Freemont, Schuler and Columbus. Right now, we are one of 17 vehicles going.

This same group went a couple of years ago when the horrendous fires were burning. I wanted to go then, but it didn’t work out. I am excited to spend time with these people – being with good people rub off. I need all the good people I can get.

I am anticipating this to be an emotional trip. I get emotional just thinking about it.

While we will be bringing bales of straw and hay, fence posts, wire, feed pellets and more what I’m hoping to be bringing with everyone else is love, hope and courage to our fellow farmers and ranchers.

I’m praying our material goods will make a difference and that all the feelings we are bringing with us starts to fill a void they must have. Farmers are tough. They battle through many trials. And like a blood transfusion I pray we fill them with renewed hope, courage and strength to clean things up and carry on. Life will never ever be the same for them, but there will be recovery, there will be rebuilding and there will be a future for many.

I especially pray for those who will not recover and go back to the life they loved. There will be some who will need to change course – not because they want to but because the circumstances directed them. Yet, because they are part of a tribe they will be supported, cared for and loved into their new way of life.

So, yes, I am looking forward to this more than I have anything in a long time but I hope to never have to do it again.

I pray that these farmers and ranchers never face a tragedy like this. I pray for farmers and ranchers around the world to be safe, to be able to make a living off the land and critters they love that God gave them to oversee. I pray the spirit within farmers find a resting place where they can be renewed. I pray this is a springtime for farmers and ranchers everywhere. A time where things are fresh and new. A time where hope is planted and a future harvest is tangible.

Please pray for all the convoys heading out. Pray for those ranchers and farmers that are still digging out of mud and ice. For those who are still collecting dead cows and calves. For those who are working to restore roads, bridges and railways.

The list is long and the problems are big. Yet, we serve a BIG God and none of this is hard for him. None of this was a surprise to him. Why did this happen? Have no clue. Did God cause it? Nope, never. He is a Good God. He is right here beside us.

If you feel led to help out with our fellow farmers and ranchers the easiest way would be to message at Farm and Rancher aid from West Michigan on face book.

Thanks for your prayers while we are on this most wonderful trip we hope to never take again.

Happy 89 to the Best Dad Ever!


Today is a very special day – my dad’s 89th birthday.

 How is it that I was chosen to have him as my father? I’m not sure how God decides but I am so grateful I was chosen to be his daughter. 

From the very beginning my dad has been a big presence in my life. I remember “helping” him when he was building our home. He built my childhood home just about single handedly. And, it’s wonderful to be able to come home to that same house.

I remember him helping me to ride a bike. I learned to plant sweet corn with him. When we went fishing up north it wasn’t “we” that fished. It was me – he was continually baiting my hook, removing a fish or untangling my line.

On Sunday mornings before church we used to kneel and pray in the living room. I remember liking to be by his side.

He took me to piano lessons – which I totally felt was a waste of time.

He spent a lot of time building the church we went to. It was fun to see behind the scenes as the building was going up.

He was by my side at church when I accepted Christ and when I was accepted by my husband.

Growing up he always stopped in at bedtime and sat on the edge of the bed and told me how much he loved me.

Never do we say good-bye in person or on the phone without me hearing "I love you and I'm so proud of you."

My dad has been involved in my life and I love him so much.

This is hands down one of my top 5 favorite pictures. My dad with my sons in rapt attention.

This is hands down one of my top 5 favorite pictures. My dad with my sons in rapt attention.

Back porch swing wisdom.

Back porch swing wisdom.

Now, he’s also my kids’ Grampa. And all my boys are drawn to him and will sit and listen to his stories of how he grew up etc.

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 My dad is an avid bird lover and care taker. He is constantly redesigning bird houses to help the birds stay at the feeder longer.

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 My dad is tough – a couple of years ago he went through a year of medical treatments that were discouraging, time consuming and limited his involvement in life. He made it through fine.

And, all of this is a result in his relationship with God. That has always been the plumb line in our family.

Over and over again, my dad pointed out how God was working things out and that his Presence was responsible for all.

So, I want to wish my wonderful father a Happy Birthday, tell the world how great he is and I pray you all have a father or father figure in your life as wonderful as I do.



America Strong Because of Farmers and Ranchers

Dear Government,
The Mueller report found no collusion. Can we stop wasting money and send it to the farmers and ranchers who desperatly need it? Politics is a machine with no heart and doesn't care for the people it's supposed to serve. It doesn't matter whether you are red or blue. Nebraska, Iowa, Colorado and other "non-important fly over states" are dying and have no color left.

Turn your eyes around from looking at yourselves and see those who put you there to begin with and start serving with a purpose. A purpose of helping and healing. You may be surprised how it might actually create a place of unity and harmony that will bring us all together again.

Until then we farmers and ranchers with God's help will show you the true spirit of America and will reach out and help each other. We will take what we have, what we personally need and share it with those who happen to need it worse right now. Because, that's what we do. That's what we've been taught and seen in the past. That is what makes America the best place in the world to live.

So please, elected officials quit mucking up the system.

Who Is A Farm Wife and Why Does She Blog?

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With all my (notice I’ve claimed you as mine) newer followers/peeps, I thought I’d take a minute and introduce myself. Some of you probably have no clue about who I am, where I came from and why I am here. So, if you’re at all interested, continue, otherwise … 


I’m a wife of 47+ years, mother to 4 wonderful sons, with 3 of the best daughters-in-law (yes, still have one amazingly handsome son available in case you’re interested) and 8 of the craziest, beautiful grandkids.


We have a dairy farm in the West MI area where we employ about 15 great partners in ag. We milk around 750 Holsteins three times a day in a double 12 herringbone. We farm around 1200 acres. We have been rooted here for over 120 years. We still have those big tall blue silos which are great to look at but time and work intensive compared to other ways to store feed.


Farmer, myself, Son #2, his wife and kids are the family members who now run the farm.

Those are the bare bone facts of the farm.

Some back story of myself -since I know ya’ll are on the edge of your seat.

I was raised on the east side of MI. My dad was a tool and die maker for General Motors. My life there was the complete opposite of what it is now. My dad was home every day by 4:00. We had supper every night. He was home on the weekends and we took summer vacations.

I graduated at 17 in June, turned 18 in July and got married in September. So, I walked down the city church aisle into the barnyard. OMGosh. What a culture change to say the least.

I was not prepared – probably because I was so in lust um I mean love with this dashing handsome hunk of a farmer I paid no attention to any other details of my life to come.

The first year or so of our marriage was getting used to doing things differently (me, not him). While it was just the two of us it was fine, I could work with late nights, no suppers around the table, no vacations etc. I helped with calf feeding and rode along in any and all farm machinery.

The hard part came when the kids came and I was a single mom with a husband somewhere within a 10-mile radius. Remember there were no cell phones, no texting. Not having the core family, I wanted was difficult. Farmer left before everyone was up and came home later in the evening after we had supper. Sunday dinner was the only dinner we had together as a family.

The farm became my enemy. I hated it. I hated everything about it.

For several years I was buried in taking care of the kids. School, sports, feeding them, cleaning them, clothing them, everything. Farmer was around but not always within if you know what I mean.

As the kids got older we all got more involved and that’s when the love affair began. I would take supper out to the fields and the kids would ride along falling asleep behind the seat – before buddy seats.

We learned the dance and at times it was as easy and as graceful as a waltz. Other times it was like a herky jerky.


Other than my God, and my family there is nothing I am more passionate about than our farm. We are so blessed to take care of these critters and creation.


What do I do for/on the farm? I take care of the books – and now will be transitioning that to my daughter-in-law. I help take care of the grounds – a whole lot of mowing, weed whacking and flowering over there. I also deliver – food and folks from field to field. I merge hay – my one and only field job (I’ve realized it’s best not to learn anything else). I cook for our guys, I run for parts, I help with vet events at the farm. I feed calves; I chase cows I do whatever I can when I can. I listen to farmer complain; I listen to son complain. I try to mediate and be the peacemaker at times.

While it is all hard work, I do love it. I enjoy having the ability to physically continue to work until it hurts (which comes faster and easier).


My back porch and the barnyard are my islands of sanity. In the summer I migrate to the porch whenever I can. It’s a great place to quiet myself, listen to God, and connect with the quietness I desperately need at times. Walking through the barns with my BEBs (Brown Eyed Bossies) the shuffling, mooing, clanking all those small noises become a melody that calms my soul.


I pray over my cows, I cry over my cows, and I dance with my calves. God knew what he was doing when he connected me with that cute farmer boy.

Next: Part #2 – Why do I do social media?

When Competition is Unhealthy

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When farmers compete against each other – everyone loses. 

We produce milk. Therefore, we are dairy producers and we choose to be conventional farmers.

Other farmers that produce milk could be organic farmers. I have friends that are organic farmers.

The marketing world will do whatever they can to pit us against each other. There will be exaggerated and false facts pushed to show that one is better than the other. And, I personally think it goes back to your own preference for some things. But, as a conventional farmer I lean towards that way of farming and promote conventional.

What I won’t do (anymore) is speak against organic other than stating facts. For instance, if you want organic – great. But, make sure you are purchasing it for the right reasons. Some think organic is healthier, yet that has not been proven.

Some people think organic is grown without pesticides. That is false -

So, as you see organic and conventional are different. The advertising suggests that one is better than the other depending on where you pitch your tent.

Another area is “milk”. While I believe it is easier to show that dairy is better than “nut juice” I try not to be too aggressive because there is a farmer that stands behind the other “milk” products.

If you want to use a nut juice instead of dairy – fine. If you don’t want to drink real dairy then great. Please don’t bash dairy products, just pick your alternative and move on. I will try to point out the differences and yes, once again I will heavily promote real dairy over the alternatives.

My beef is the false advertising on the packaging (which seems to be changing due to some legal activity). When it proclaims to be milk when there is no dairy in it, then that product is riding on the coat tails of my industry and confusing consumers.

Once again, I try to be careful because there are farmers working to produce the products used in those products.

The last area is my hot button. It is the non-GMO campaign.

I don’t want to take time to explain what a GMO is but here is a link:

And, I believe for the most part there is just a small slice of the farmer pie that pushes this. And, it is quite often tied in with the organic farming industry which makes it hard to discuss and explain in a way that doesn’t shed a dark light on them.

First of all. There are only 10 products on the market that can possibly be GMO.

            Alfalfa, Apples, Canola, Corn, Cotton, Papaya, Potatoes, Soybeans, Squash, Sugar Beets

There is no danger in GMO products.

I could spend a lot of time here, but bottom line – fear-based propaganda. If any company or group can influence you to purchase more of their product using fear, chances are they will.

Many food items are labeled non-GMO when there isn’t even the possibility for it to be a GMO. Why? Well, it makes sense to the average shopper that if it is labeled as not having it, then having it must be bad. Therefore, I’ll purchase the one that is non-GMO.

As each of us farmers purpose to promote our product and way of farming we must be careful not to run over and trample a fellow farmer.

The marketing companies are busy coming up with clever ways to sell with no regard to who or what other farmer will be hurt.

So, as farmers we need to be respectful when commenting on things that are not within our boundaries of farming because we are all in the food raising business.

The world right now is so divisive and every time you turn around someone is shoving a wedge between two entities. It’s time to show that while we are different we can be kind and work together.

I may farm conventionally; I will still respect organic farmers.

            I will not allow false statements about my way of farming.

I produce dairy; I will respect farmers who supply alternative.

            I will not allow false statements about my product.

I use GMO products; I will respect farmers who want to grow non-GMO.

            I will not allow false statements about safe farming.

To all my fellow farmers I wish you great success and ask for harmony amongst each other. This ball of mud is large enough for all of us to exist. Let’s just do it peaceably.


47 Sundays

We are short one person at the main table today.

We are short one person at the main table today.

47 Sundays – what? That’s approximately how many family Sunday dinners I make each year. 

47 Sundays – when? 1:00 PM – plenty of time for everyone’s church to be done and out.

47 Sundays – why? When I was raising our four sons Farmer was gone 80% of the time. The other 20% he was either eating or sleeping – at least that’s what it felt like. Sundays on the farm we only do the necessities.

When the kids were young he would go do chores, come home and we would all go to church. We would eat Sunday dinner together and he would sleep all afternoon until time to go do chores again. We would go to church at night and then maybe an hour or so hanging out as a family and then bed.

Sundays were the worst. He was exhausted from being at the farm all week and I was totally wiped out from raising 4 kids alone. Then on Sunday when I would have done just about anything to get someone to help so I could take a short nap, I was still taking care of the kids alone.

My kids didn’t nap. They hardly slept at night it felt like. For many years there was at least one or two kids who couldn’t be left alone so I could take a short snooze. I was exhausted for many years.

It was then that I decided that if I ever had daughters-in-law and if they lived nearby I would offer Sunday dinner. That way they would have at least one day to look forward to in order to have a break and little less they had to do.

If I would have known that for one meal a week I could walk in and let my kids loose and eat dinner it would have been heaven.

So, for too many years to count I have been having the pleasure of treating my daughters-in-law to dinner each week. They offer many times to help and I just want them to enjoy. I let them do the clean-up, which is nice. While they clean up I can sit at the table and listen to the guys talking and laughing and run after grandkids when needed.

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There have been many side blessings to Sunday dinners together as a family. It keeps us connected. Yes, over the years there have been more than one son working with us. But, it’s so valuable to leave the farm and come together as father and son, brother and brother and family.

Most Sundays everyone is here. There are weeks when one family or another have other plans. Especially in the summer we can have a family or two miss a few weeks, but usually the rest are here.

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Sundays are for birthday celebrations. Everyone is busy throughout the week so birthdays are saved for Sundays.

There can be a lot of laughter on Sundays and a lot of raised voices. To say I have 4 passionate sons is putting it quietly.

There was a rough patch we went through as a family. I don’t care how good any family looks on the outside there is always a time when things get sticky and ugly. When we were going through our rough time Sunday dinner was a day that forced (voluntarily – I never expect nor demand anyone to be here) us together. The worst thing to do when having difficulties is to separate and isolate. Sunday dinners we had to be nice – the grandkids were watching and at times my kids knew if I couldn’t have a short period of time where I felt all was right I would have a break down.

We’ve out grown tables over the years. Even now with my dining room table sitting 14 we are still short three places. Fortunately, when we remodeled it was done totally around the kitchen and Sunday dinners.

The dinner is put out buffet style and usually runs the full nine feet of the island. For birthdays, the guest of honor picks the meal and the dessert. The other Sundays I usually decide – sometimes I ask for suggestions and sometimes someone requests.

After dinner the “buffet” island is used for many other activities – making slime, playing games, baking cookies, etc.

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I am so grateful and thankful to my kids that they come most weeks. Even my grandkids hang around a while afterwards.

The stories we hear about “remember when . . .” and the comical run in with so and so and “I was so embarrassed when . . .” only come out around the table.

For me, Sunday’s are the beginning of a new week and an ending of the last week.

I would suggest everyone consider a Sunday family dinner – at least now and then. Coming together over food is a form of love like no other.

If you’re ever in our area on Sundays around 1:00, stop in. We’ll squeeze you in somewhere.




Farm Woman to Woman Connection


Within the past 2 weeks I’ve attended 3 farm related meetings or conference type events.

They all delivered great information and I’ve attended them all before. But, this year, one was different.

Every year there is a Farm Women’s Symposium that’s open to all women to attend. I think this was my 6th year. They are always packed full of great information, great food, great tours – all things great. The best part of the whole symposium is the connections and relationships made.

The reason these relationships are so great is that we get each other. Unless you live the life on the farm with all the ups, downs, blessings, challenges, tears of joy and sadness, you cannot know the corners of our hearts. And, it’s in the corners where friends are needed the most.

Sadly, this year, I was only able to make the last day. And, this year the numbers were down compared to others. Due in part to the farming economy.

The past 4 years have been extremely hard on farmers – especially dairy farms. We are going into the 5th year of losing money and that has changed the farming scenery in so many ways.

The difference this year at the symposium was the quietness. Don’t get me wrong there was a lot of noise and laughter but there is always a segment of quietness between us.

I stood face to face with women who are tough, tough people. Yet, there were tears in their eyes that welled up while sharing our hearts. Many are dealing with anxiety issues that are foreign to them.

One woman and I spoke about how we are still actively involved in the farm to help keep it alive for our kids. We asked each other if that was a good thing or not? Our kids, live, breathe and are the farm 100% and want nothing different. Having said that, the last five years have had little joy, and nothing left over – time, money or energy. Do we want that for our kids?

Another dear friend was sharing about family issues – extended family relationships that is taking a huge toll on her. Being the mom is a tough place to be when it comes to family stuff. Everyone comes to mom. Mom hears everything. Yet, mom has no magic wand to “fix” all those involved. But mom is the one bent over from carrying the load. She is one of the toughest women I know – does every single thing on the farm any man does, yet she stood there with tears in her eyes feeling totally helpless.

A precious woman who should be retired and enjoying her sunset years lost a barn to a fire a while back and now has to sell her cows because the milk hauler cannot pick up her milk anymore because surrounding dairy farms have gone under. So, she is forced out. Now is the worst time to “get out”. Prices are at rock bottom.

There was one encouraging encounter. A young vibrant woman who loved, breathed, lived for her cows had to sell out this past year. She sold her animals, then the equipment then her property. That last sentence sounds so simple when put on paper. Each cow, each item auctioned off was like drawing another vial of blood from her soul. Saying it was hard is so trite. When I spoke to her I asked her how she was doing and if she was in a good place.

Her response - At the time it was horrible. Now that I’m past it and can look back it was the best thing I could do. Don’t get me wrong. I miss my girls – everyday. But I just couldn’t do it anymore and life is good now. Different, yet good. I really believe if she could get back in and it could be like it was before these last 5 years, she would be right back at it.

Another one just had one of her barns collapse with the weight of the snow. The barn contained machinery but no animals inside. They brought in a crane and got their mixer wagon (something they need daily) out and thankfully it was not damaged too much. The rest will have to wait until the weather gets better. Will insurance cover all the expenses? My guess is no.

These women are not just fluffy watch out the window gals. They are there working side by side and sometimes alone.

Many of us stay in contact through face book, texting and phone calls. Once in awhile a few can physically get together. For me my closest friends are scattered – Rhode Island, Indiana, Kansas, upper Michigan – so we count on, long for and live for the next Farm Women’s Symposium.

While we all have many dear friends in our daily life that we cherish, these women are treasures. They are like hidden gems in rocks – no one can see the sparkle that is there or knows the value unless you are trained to see what others can’t. The average person doesn’t understand the value.

I’m praying for all my farm sisters and am counting the days until next year when we meet together again. My prayer is that when we all come together then, that there will be more sparkle to see.


Sunday Morning on the Farm

This is Brian. He said to tell you “Good Morning.”

This is Brian. He said to tell you “Good Morning.”

This is what’s happening on the farm this morning.

For us, Sundays are necessary chores only. It’s our personal belief.

Cinderella sleeping in the driveway.

Cinderella sleeping in the driveway.

Sunday morning donuts for our guys. We have the BEST team!

Sunday morning donuts for our guys. We have the BEST team!

The cows they are a milking.

The cows they are a milking.

This one is just hanging out after she was milked.

This one is just hanging out after she was milked.

Thankfully she can’t fit through the opening.

Thankfully she can’t fit through the opening.

Bulk tank.

Bulk tank.

We are proud to be verified. It’s important to take the steps to be pro-active.

We are proud to be verified. It’s important to take the steps to be pro-active.

My BEBs - Brown Eyed Bossies eating their breakfast.

My BEBs - Brown Eyed Bossies eating their breakfast.

No hauling manure on Sunday.

No hauling manure on Sunday.

Mixing feed rations for the girls.

Mixing feed rations for the girls.

Some newbies this morning.

Some newbies this morning.

There you go - a brief cold Sunday morning walk through.

The Darkness and Heart Holders

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The dark shadow was back. The shadow swept over from the wings of the black object that flew over. Those who shared the same heart could see. They exchanged hopeless glances.

Every time it came it was accompanied by a sick feeling. No one new when it would arrive, how long it would stay or how dark it would become.

The first few times the darkness flew over it was brief and fleeting. Some even missed seeing it. Those the closest could feel the heat of the sun diminish.

The object of the darkness saw it coming and wanted to know from those who shouldered with him, his heart holders, if there was something to thwart the darkness.

There were a few weapons used and it did hold the shadows back for a while.

Soon the shadows while they may not have been blatantly observant, were constantly hovering nearby. The core that were connect through the heart saw the shadow advancing and then retreating, then advancing again. As days went by the advancement became more forceful. The boundaries between the light and the darkness were broken.

The heart holders watched helplessly as the sun became elusive.

Every now and then there would be a stretch of sunshine. It was such a light joyous feeling for everyone. And then like a summer storm the cloud would appear and block out the sun.

The heart holders are always on the lookout for the sunshine. They long for the sun to shine again but know that there is a limited amount of sun left to shine.

There are many heart holders out there that are trying to live within the shadow and pray for the light.

Taking time to recount the sunny days is a joyful, arduous task that takes work but results in some artificial sunshine for the heart holders and the victim.

From one heart holder to another, I pray you find some sunshine within the darkness and find joy even so.

While no one can conquer the darkness, heart holders can learn to have moments of victory even within the darkness of dementia.

The Farmer, The Police, The Farmer

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It was a beautiful fall day. Or maybe it was a summer day. No, I think it was spring. Anyway, it was a beautiful day and I was coming home from the bank. No, the grocery store . . . Anyway, I was coming home.

I drove through the beautiful countryside and was asked politely by light language to pull over.

I put my window down as the officer approached my vehicle. I’m thinking “Crap, I must have been speeding.” There was a time in my life I did speed - on purpose. Now, I truly, honestly try to follow the speed limit – with the given 5 -8 mph bump that everyone goes by.

Here’s the convo:

Officer: Are you in a hurry and where are you headed?

Me: No, not really just on my way home.

Officer: Did you realize you were going above the speed limit?

Me: No, I was listening to a book on CD and just heading home.

Officer: What are you listening too?

Me: This – I held up Sara Palin’s autobiography. I love to listen and read bios of anyone and it was at the time she was running for VP.

Officer: How is it?

Me: Very interesting.

Officer: Can I have your license and registration please.

Me: Sure, um, if I can find it. – The license part was easy; the registration was buried in the glove compartment with a lot of dead useless registrations.

Officer: Thanks, give me a minute and I’ll be right back.

After a short time, he came back and gave me my cards and said to please slow down and take it easy.

I thanked him and told him how much I appreciated him and what he did.

And, that was that I thought. I got caught but no one will know. I watched the few cars that went by while I was stopped and didn’t recognize anyone. Safe from Farmer’s chastisement!

The next Sunday at dinner Son #2 said “Did you get a ticket the other day?”

“Crap, he must have seen me” I thought.

Me: “No, why, did you see me?”

Son: #2 “No, I was running late going to the chiropractor and got pulled over. When I gave him my license, he asked me if Diane was my mother. I told him yes, why? And he said he stopped you earlier in the day.”

Me: “Did you get a ticket”? Part of me was wishing he did so I could feel and tell him how special I was to that nice police officer.

Son#2 “Nope, he just told me to slow down.”

So, while I thought I had escaped the glare of chastisement I was completely entertained by the process. We all had a good laugh.

Last summer Son #2 had his dog and litter of pups out in our yard when that same officer went down our road. He made a U-turn in our farm driveway and stopped to chat and see the puppies.

He and the other officer that regularly are in our area has stopped at the farm when Farmer was near the road. They stop and chat and ask how things are going occasionally.

Can I say how much I appreciate these guys? Not only the fact that they are extremely nice and interested in us but the fact that they put themselves in the path of possible danger every day.

I’ve always said it takes a special person to want to farm and put up with all the hardships as well as enjoy the blessings.

I think it takes a very special person to become a police officer. The “stuff” they have to put up with, the disrespect, the danger.

My niece and nephew are police officers in Flint. I have a grandson pursuing education to become a police officer. We pray for them on a daily basis as well as all police officers and military. I’m so grateful for what they do to keep my world as safe as they can.

I am especially thankful for our area officers that keep my “bubble” a great place.

As you go about your day, pay attention to the ease in which you travel and find a grateful spot in your heart for them. Pray for them. Thank them.

Also, perhaps we should think about and maybe adjust that 5-8 mph bump. Just sayin’