Grandma Said Don’t Marry A Harvester
1. Tell a little about you and your operation.
My story begins as a 12 year old girl. My grandparents asked me to go along with them on the summer wheat harvest. I knew about harvest but it was a much different story in my head. It was the time of year that my grandparents were gone. I knew we couldn’t just go to their home and visit them. If we were to visit, it would mean a lengthy trip and it could be anywhere throughout the Midwest states.
I agreed to go along with them that year and help Grandma with her many chores. Then, one day, she made the mistake of leaving me with Grandpa in the field. I was only supposed to help the crew move from one field to the next. Instead, I jumped in the cab of the combine with Grandpa and I was hooked.
The next year, I met my future husband for the first time. He was a hired man for Grandpa and Grandma and also a friend of the family. We didn’t start dating until I was a sophomore in high school. I graduated in 1980 and in April 1982, we were married.
Grandma once told me, “Whatever you do, DON’T marry a harvester”. Jim will be the first one to say he wasn’t a harvester at that time. He was an electrician. It didn’t take much to convince him, though, that he should become a harvester. Grandpa and Dad approached us after we were married about purchasing a combine and travelling with them during the harvest. That’s all it took for a “wanna be farmer” do whatever he had to do to be involved with agriculture. And, harvest was in my blood.
Fast forward a few years and we bring into the picture four daughters and events that led us to being on the road with one combine and the family. As it is right now, we still have two daughters who follow us up and down the roads chasing the ripening wheat from May to September-Texas to Montana. I head to the field every morning with Jim while Taylor and Callie take care of the chores at the trailer house. We work together towards the common goal of finishing a job, packing up, loading up and moving to the next one. No one job is more important than the other – it takes all of us working together to “get ‘er done”.
I am a third generation custom harvester and proud to say I am a “wheatie”!
2. What made you want to start your blog?
I hadn’t even considered writing a blog. I had no idea what blogging was. I had started a Zeorian Harvesting & Trucking Facebook page and had a follower from Oklahoma suggest creating a blog. Her name is Toni and I’ve never met her. After each day of being in the field, I would write a brief synopsis of the day and include a picture of two. I had no idea what I was doing but I would read about suggestions and view other blogs for ideas. What you see is the result of my search.
3. What has been the biggest surprise since you started?
The biggest surprise is the number of people all over the world who have found my blog and follow it. I had no idea so many people would read my stories. It seems the custom harvester’s lifestyle and nomadic lifestyle is either unknown or loved. Each story I share is my way of introducing someone else to a link in the food chain which may not be known. It is my desire to educate the public about where their loaf of bread comes from.
4. What is your favorite post and why?
My favorite post is titled, “The walls of this old house”. This has nothing to do with harvest but everything to do with what’s most important to me – my family. Our lives are so short. Sometimes it’s the events of our lives such as a birth, a wedding or a death that make us stop and remember what’s most important. The street light that I mention in this particular post has been a constant in each day of my life for the past 29 years. Things have changed and yet remain the same.
5. Finish this statement: Because of my blog….
I have met a lot of friends from all over the world who are interested in the custom harvesting lifestyle. I’ve learned that when my thoughts, emotions and experiences are written into words they are enjoyed, shared and touch people in ways I never imagined. Because of my blog, I have learned my life may be on a course so much different than others and yet we’re the same.
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