THE LAND ~ June 3, 2022 ~ Northern Edition

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THE LAND — MAY 27/JUNE 3, 2022

When land becomes more than just a piece of ground The harvest is always such a special My husband cringed. Everyone would time of year, and for many reasons. see. While it’s still a season of worry and Side note: A few people learned lessons hoping everything holds together — and with that load. I learned you have to that crops will yield as hoped — it is a accommodate for the auger to empty out time to enjoy the fruits of a year’s labors. while deciding that the truck is full; the truck driver learned how to disguise a The near-flawless harvest of 2021 was heavy load; and my husband learned that seasoned with enjoyment, and a dash of someone else should probably be in soul-stirring as we moved our equipment TABLE TALK charge of topping off trucks. from field to field. By Karen Schwaller That field was part of the fabric of We learned that year that a piece of fields that gave my family plenty of ground we farmed would be sold. And so opportunity to work together, and was began the process of letting go of it. First, one of the fields which fueled our two sons’ desire to emotionally; then physically. farm. Our kids picked up rock there, walked beans, It’s amazing how a farm family connects to a piece worked together with many different people and of land. Dirt. Earth. They get to know it, care for it, shared stories and laughs with them, learned to and in turn, it takes care of them. transport and operate field equipment as they grew up, and even learned a lucky lesson early on about In this instance, that field had been part of our paying attention while driving young, as most farm family’s farm story for the previous 20 years. Our kids do. kids grew up knowing which field the “Highway Farm” was; and because it was (obviously) located I have a broken and twisted metal hitch in my along a busy highway, it gave plenty of drivers a office from one day’s happenings to remind me that firsthand look at my attempt to top off a trailer in God does indeed watch out for us. my first year of operating the grain cart. It was one of the fields that allowed my husband There was such a nice, neat, large pile of corn on to realize his own dream to farm. As all young farmthe ground next to the truck. ers do, he needed someone to place their trust in him and give him a chance to prove himself. We owe

those families a debt of gratitude for allowing that farm to be part of our farm story, and for letting our children grow up in the rows and stories of that field. This past October we took the last crop of soybeans out of that field that would be ours. Next year the grain will belong to someone else. I took some video of my husband driving the combine down the very last pass, and wondered what he was thinking and feeling … but imagining that I knew. I sent the video snippet to our family text message thread saying, “Last pass forever. Dad has farmed this field for 20 years. It’s been a good run.” It sparked a sharing of memories from the kids, as they shared and said they had also thought about that as they drove by the field that day while we were working. There were many educational moments cultivated in that field, not to mention the memories of people and times-gone-by, both good and bad, as that last pass of soybeans was swallowed up by the combine. Times shared in that field now rest quietly in the annals of our family’s farming history. Anyone who has rented farm land knows all good things can eventually come to an end. First, farmers ‘land’ a piece of ground to farm; and after years of caring for it, raising and teaching kids on it, earning a living and growing older on it, there comes a time to ‘land’ again — to descend, to put into port, to drop anchor. In our case, at least for that field. Time stops for no one, and nothing lasts forever. But we are grateful for the 20 years we had there to expand our farm story, and to help raise and teach our children about the lessons and responsibilities that can only be learned on the farm. Those lessons last a lifetime. Karen Schwaller brings “Table Talk” to The Land from her home near Milford, Iowa. She can be reached at kschwaller@evertek.net. v

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