Growing up in rural Minnesota, I have fond memories of my grandparents farm. I spent many days there with my grandma in the kitchen licking out the bowls of frosting from her cakes she would bake for just about everyone in Mower county or going out in the field with my grandpa. I remember those long hot summer afternoons as they sat and they watched the world go by or all their grandchildren running through the yard usually half naked. I remember picking rock or riding in the tractor and falling asleep behind the seat as we bounced through the field as the dust flew by. I remember riding in the truck with my grandma taking my grandpa his lunch out to the field and running it out to him in an old bread bag. There were days spent all day outside and Grandma would just yell for us just to make sure we were still in ear shot of her and if we came in before we were told she would find something for us to do. It brings a smile to my face thinking of my childhood days with my grandparents. If you lived in Grand Meadow or near this small town, you know Truman and Teresa. It also makes me miss them very much. They are still in Grand Meadow, MN. They no longer live on the farm as they sold it to my cousin but they live in town, in a house that is much easier for them to keep up with. It also saddens me to think that my own children won't have that kind of experience with their grandparents because we chose to move away. I loved sitting and listening to grandma tell me stories of years gone by and about Jesus. As I became older, those stories mean so much more as my own faith has grown. Little did they know the influence they had on me then, still affects me to this day and I am grateful for them for teaching me about life, love and faith! They are still together as they celebrated 58 years together. I love you Grandma and Grandpa! A Farming Man—Allison Jacobson
Just blowing in the breeze
Tractors coming round the bend
Out behind Nelson’s shed.
There’s an old man heading out to the field holding a beer
He’ll be gone all day long in his John Deere.
In the country there’s no better place than here.
There’s a big black lab
No place he’d rather be but on this piece of land
A farmer’s life holds many stories
Some forgotten and some he is sorry
Gray hair and callused hands
Hard work define this man
Doing all he can
this Farmin man
Honest man
Workin to make that dollar from Uncle Sam
On his land
This farmin man
His hard work for the day has just begun
He won’t be back until it’s done
Looks out on his crops so green
Best year that he thinks he’s
seen
Farming has treated him good
And he’s done all that he thinks he should
Loved his life
Loved his kids and his wife
Lived off the land
Working until his hands bled
Time to settle in for the night
Til break of daylight
Gray hair and callused hands
Hard work define this man
Doing all he can
this Farmin man
Honest man
Workin to make that dollar from Uncle Sam
On his land
This farmin man
Life in the country
living at a slow pace
Living the American dream
The dream everyone’s trying
to chase
Farming’s pretty much all he knows
Spends each night praying that his crops will grow
the tradition can carry on for all his kids
and be proud of what granddad did.
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