The following pictures salute some of our local farmers. We thank all of you who have shared family photos with us. We also appreciated the farmers who 'tolerated' our untimely visits during a very busy harvest!
Taylor and Sons Farm
Bank Out filling truck
Harvest on the Steve Taylor Farm
Kelcey in the Bank Out wagon
The Gering Harvest
Curtis, Michael, Morgan, Isaac, Rod
The biggest asset to a great harvest is that you don't have to be
the biggest! Morgan was an integral part of this harvest crew!
Coyote Flats Farms
At the old Snead farm
Combine loads the Bank Out, Bank Out
loads the semi
Canola loaded into semi
Knodel and Son Farm, Inc.
Josh cutting wheat
Filling the Bank Out
Filling the truck
The Wahl Crew
Brendan, Dane, Trevor, Phyllis, Doug & Maya
Dad and Grandpa watching Maya in the combine!
(She's busy....they need to get busy!!)
Ready to load the Bank Out
James & Traci
Back: Grandpa Doug with (l-r) Traci, Maya, James
front: Brendan, Trevor, Dane
There have been incredible advancements in farming equipment and technique.
And a stark comparison to what was and what is presently.
Photos on this page are compliments of Colleen Rizuka, Michelle Smith, Chris Steinmetz, Phyllis Wahl
Many have been asking to view all the words to “So, God Made a Farmer”. Although the author is unknown, it has been reported that the Paul Harvey monologue was originally given to the Future Farmers of America at a convention in 1978. Harvey, was a longtime radio favorite in the Midwest. He died in 2009.
And on the 8th day God looked down on his planned paradise and said, “I need a caretaker!”. So, God made a farmer!
God said I need somebody to get up before dawn and milk cows and work all day in the fields, milk cows again, eat supper and then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board. So, God made a farmer!
I need somebody with strong arms. Strong enough to rustle a calf, yet gentle enough to deliver his own grandchild. Somebody to call hogs, tame cantankerous machinery, come home hungry and have to wait for lunch until his wife is done feeding and visiting with the ladies and telling them to be sure to come back real soon…and mean it. So, God made a farmer!
God said “I need somebody that can shape an ax handle, shoe a horse with a hunk of car tire make a harness out of hay wire, feed sacks and shoe scraps. And…who, at planting time and harvest season, will finish his forty hour week by Tuesday noon. Then, pain’n from “tractor back”, put in another seventy two hours. So, God made a farmer!
God had to have somebody willing to ride the ruts at double speed to get the hay in ahead of the rain clouds and yet stop on mid-field and race to help when he sees the first smoke from a neighbor’s place. So, God made a farmer!
God said, “I need somebody strong enough to clear trees, heave bails and yet gentle enough to tame lambs and wean pigs and tend the pink combed pullets…and who will stop his mower for an hour to mend the broken leg of a meadow lark. So, God made a farmer!
It had to be somebody who’d plow deep and straight…and not cut corners. Somebody to seed and weed, feed and breed…and rake and disc and plow and plant and tie the fleece and strain the milk. Somebody to replenish the self feeder and then finish a hard days work with a five mile drive to church. Somebody who’d bale a family together with the soft strong bonds of sharing, who’d laugh and then sigh…and then respond with smiling eyes, when his son says he wants to spend his life “doing what dad does”. So, God made a farmer!