this is one of my first posts
written eight years ago
when I began blogging ...
her response was
you should start a blog ...
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My thoughts are all over the place this morning.
It's a b.e.a.u.t.i.f.u.l late
summer day and I am flashing
back to being a kid on the farm
August 15, 2005 ... Frey Farms, Inc.
purged their "soul" yesterday and
auctioned every tractor and every
screw driver that had graced
the farm for fourty plus years.
At the sound of the 8440 puffing
its last puff of diesel smoke
my eyes welled up and my mind flashed
instantly to that sound as a kid
hearing my mom and dad "go to work. "
People for the most part have the misconception that a farmer has it made ... after harvest he plays around until he plants his corn in the spring. I've heard people say that. Even the son in laws yesterday, as they jumped in by directing hundreds of 4x4s with duel tires where to park, really had no concept of what it meant to be committed to tilling the earth.
Alot of {hungry} men came to see if they could put the feather of a deal in their cap and walk away or tote a flat bed full of John Deere green home with them as far away as New York. Yikes
This was the bread and butter our whole lives ... one couple dedicated to staying true to their passion. A passion so strong that Dad wold pick up the dirt just to smell it. A passion so strong that as kid I remember him trying to decide which hybrid to plant.
He would wrap the seeds in
moist paper towel and keep
them in the kitchen on a shelf ... the first one to sprout would win the hybrid prize.
A passion so strong that Dad would lay under the tractor to take a nap ... he would plant or
harvest til darkness came ... the harvest moon, remember?
I will always remember helping
Mom create the gourmet delight called a bologny sandwich (with Miracle Whip) nothing else would do
... a pepsi, a snicker bar and a sandwich was
the Panera Bread stop for Dad and the hired help. My Mom faithfully fed and watered
for fourty years and had dinner ready at dark.
Many times the two of them would sit down late to eat together.
This era came to an end yesterday
... my thoughts were rolling around all day as I knew I would put pen to paper (keyboard) to recap.
God is blessing my parents
at this moment ... despite all the earthly hurdles, their hearts were (are) set on things above. In the chaos of kids, suitcases, hair dryers, cell phones and keys,
they were still concerned and in a
giving mode all day long ... even caring for the newest farm convert, a great grandchild,
Aidan Lloyd.
I will never forget each smell, sound, touch and comforting glance of yesterday.
No one can steal the memories.
I praise God for parents that knew
and can testify to "whatever they put their hand to "God prospered "(doesn't always mean money)
and is faithful to the end.
