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Apr 26 2016

Why the meal in the field?

As I write this, I have delivered my first meal to the field this spring. It was nothing glamorous, but still signifies that it has begun. We are rolling.

The pace will not slacken from here on out. From now till November, there exists the possibility of the last-minute phone call: “Can you bring supper?” See also: “I’m gonna need a lunch.”

And my very real confession is that while I may grumble (sometimes), deep down, I really like taking meals to the field. I like nourishing my people when they’ve worked so hard. I like planning out what I can take and how to serve it. I like a slow cooker with a locking lid. And I like dishing up meals in Styrofoam to-go containers, a trick I picked up from fellow farm wife Katie Pratt. Wrapped with a rubber band, a napkin and a fork. Grab a bottle of water. Deliver. Done.

The fall days are my favorite, when everyone tends to be in the same field and we can all eat out of the back of my SUV, or the tailgate of the pickup. We’ve had days of tossing footballs at the end of the field, of my very small children clutching pork chop sandwiches and waving for another ride, of Monicals on the tailgate. There was Memorial Day Weekend 2009, when John planted most of our corn crop in three days. It’s one of the very few Sundays in 18 years that he’s ever skipped church to farm; we took a picnic lunch to the field, sitting under the trees of his grandpa’s farm as we ate and the kids entertained him.

I’ll remember those days forever. They were not easy days – herding three small kids while making dinner for a dozen people, loading it into the car, keeping it warm, getting to the right field, serving it up, helping the children, cleaning them up, cleaning the food up, carting it all back home, bathing the small children, doing the dishes and collapsing in exhaustion. But they are good days.

May we all have lots of good days this season.



Originally posted on Prairie Farmer: My Generation.

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Holly Spangler
Marietta, IL

Holly and her husband, John, farm in western Illinois where they raise their three children. On their farm, they grow crops and raise cattle with John's parents. Holly is also an associate editor for Prairie Farmer magazine, a publication dedicated to sharing information about farm life and farm business.

Feb 22 2016

You'd Think the Five O'Clock Hour Is Untouchable

I have a lot of kids.

Thank you, Mrs. Obvious, right?

So, I have to do a lot of planning. While I tend to err on the side of color coding and lists, I have become more flexible as I have aged, and have had kids who decide the night you're supposed to be with friends is a GREAT night to throw up.

I'm digressing.

My life exists in somewhat harmonious chaos because of my scheduling. It's the way it has to be, and as I get up in the wee hours of the morning to do the one thing for myself, I remind myself that this is a season. A season of getting dressed in the dark, waking before some college students even rest their heads, and go work out.

I love my 5:00 time. Quiet drive. Sunrise on the way home. Friends at the gym. A good sweat.

These are things that make for a good day, in my book.

However, when your alarm goes off at 4:35 (note the :35, so that I can "technically" sleep a little later), and you notice the all-to-familiar glare of the iPad from the chap next to you, you groan, just a little.

Not because it's so early.

Not because you don't want to work out.

It's because it's the Calf Cam: Joe's key to calving surveillance. It's been a game changer this year, for sure. We have enjoyed following the miracle of life, and Joe has enjoyed not having to get dressed at 2 AM to go drive the mile and a half to the barn to check mamas.

Win-win.

However, you'd think that these mamas would be sympathetic to another mama...aka, me. You'd think, those of you who live in a "normal" world, that the five o'clock hour would be untouchable.

In livestock, and I'm sure other professions (can I get an amen from OB docs out there?? Sorry for my early morning births. How about funeral directors? Firemen? Tow truck drivers?), this is just a joke. There's no hour that isn't untouchable.

So, while I read all the workout pages that I follow that proclaim there's no excuse for no workout, I would like to thank them for their shaming and back handed encouragement. Then, I would introduce them to my six children and husband who spent the morning working on a mama who eventually delivered via some "encouragement" (read: pulling), but no C-section! Then, maybe one can understand my plight to physical fitness has to include the births of animals.

This time is important to me, but let's be real friends. Working out and "me time" are slivers of time that help me be a better mom, wife, friend, fit in my skinny jeans, whatever. However, knowing that I missed a workout because Farmer Joe worked on an animal for nearly three hours, saving her life and the calf, only to come home, shower and head to school with minutes to spare makes my exercising seem of small importance.

Unless, you take into consideration swimsuit and shorts season. Then we are back on an even playing field.


Originally posted on Confessions of a Farm Wife.

Emily Webel
Farmington, IL

Emily and her husband, Joe, live on a farm with their six children in Farmington, Illinois. Together with Emily's family, they raise crops and cattle and aim to be good stewards of the land. Read more from Emily on her blog, Confessions of a Farm Wife.

Dec 18 2015

Why My Kids Won’t Get Technology for Christmas

Parents, the pressure is real, is it not? To purchase technology from gaming systems to i-anything for our kids this Christmas. The glut of seasonal advertising isn’t all to blame. My farm boy announced he is one of five students in his class who does not have a phone. Peer pressure is strong. The farm princess prepared her Christmas list. It includes an i-phone 6s, an i-pod and an i-pad. A stacked list might increase her odds.

Please don’t misunderstand. We are not a tech free home. We have a desk-top computer, a laptop tablet, a kindle, an i-pad and My Farmer and I carry smart phones. In my opinion, the kids spend more than enough time playing games on each.

As we consider what to give the kids this year, I’ll admit technology is a big part of the conversation. What exactly are we holding out for? We’ve endured more than one discussion about the lack of gaming equipment at our house, only to be told that is why ‘no one will come to my house. We have nothing cool here!’

However, a quick trip out to eat this weekend confirmed our choice.

We met up with friends and their kids. The boy, same age as our farm boy, jumped in our vehicle for the ride to town. After a few attempts to engage in conversation I realized why the backseat was so quiet. All three kids were staring at a phone screen. The boy, proud owner of the phone, was demonstrating a game and soon they were passing it around taking turns. No one said a word.

Dinner was quick, good and full of conversation among adults and kids. Later we settled in our respective vehicles and headed home. It wasn’t long before the farm princess asked me to tell a story. Soon, My Farmer was telling stories. The kids joined in. The tales grew in absurdity. Before long, the kids were sprawled across the backseat, holding their sides, giggling uncontrollably. You know the kind of laughter . . . just when you think you can breathe something strikes your funny bone, and the laughter begins again. It lasted all the way home.

As we entered the house, the farm boy tripping over another joke and the high pitched twitter of the farm princess filling the house, My Farmer grabbed my arm. “And this is why our kids won’t get technology for Christmas.”


Originally posted on Rural Route 2: Life & Times of an Illinois Farm Girl.

Katie Pratt
Dixon, IL

Katie and her husband, Andy, are seventh generation farmers. Together they raise two adorable farm kids and grow corn, soybeans and seed corn in Illinois. Katie's family still raises pigs, cattle, goats and horses only a few minutes away. Katie was named one of the 2013 Faces of Farming and Ranching by the U.S. Farmers and Ranchers Alliance (USFRA)

Dec 15 2015

IL Pork Farmer Donates to Food Pantries Because “It’s The Right Thing To Do!”

We're all familiar with the value of holiday traditions. Whether it’s baking cookies with the family on Christmas Eve or trading the winter coats for bathing suits in pursuit of warm weather to start the New Year. Either way, it’s those Holiday traditions and experiences that stick with us through our youth and adulthood. My family and I are still trying to forge our own tradition but what’s most important to us is that the tradition is meaningful and encourages our girls to be socially conscious.

Illinois farmersRecently, I had the pleasure of connecting with Illinois Farmer Brent Scholl who raises hogs alongside his brother. This year their family farm contributed 1000 pounds of pork to the Pork Power Program (the equivalent of 5 market weight hogs). The Pork Power Program is an organization that receives pork donations, processes them into 2 lb ground pork packages and then distributes them to 8 different food banks in IL associated with Feed Illinois.

Brent is also the President of the Lee County Pork Producers Association which also works hard to distribute food to their local food pantries throughout the year. According to Brent, He ans is family “are proud to help out those people who are in need. We are in the business of raising food for consumers. If we can help, then we give back to our community. I guess that’s just the way we were raised.” Brent and his brother have also instilled these same values into their now adult kids who as youngsters worked on many Pork Producer projects raising money or selling pork at various fairs. As a result he firmly believes that they too have developed a strong moral compass to help others in need.

I’m certain that the Brent’s family is one of a number of IL Family Farms that are using their business to not only support themselves, but for the benefit of others.

I’m still considering what impactful contributions my family might be able to make to society this Holiday Season and beyond, but for now we can start with sorting and donating the myriad of toys they’ve collected over the years. We’re no pork producers, but my girls are masters of pretend play.

What tradition(s) does your family practice during the Holiday Season and/or throughout the year?


Originally posted on Momma Mina

Amina Nevels
Chicago, IL

Amina was one of the Illinois Farm Families 2013 Field Moms. Throughout the year she visited Illinois farms to learn more about where food comes from. Following each tour, the Field Moms shared their thoughts by blogging about what they experienced on these farms, including five takeaways. Want to learn more? Read Our Story: Chicago moms meet farmers. (City Moms formerly knows as Field Moms.)

Dec 04 2015

Christmas Shopping: Farm Kid Edition

Sometimes, holiday shopping looks just a little bit different on the farm. It looks like these kids have tractors on the brain this year...

christmas shopping like a farm kid

Photos courtesy of Megan Dwyer, Alison McGrew, and Andrew Bowman.

Sep 22 2015

Growing cattle or growing kids?

Our show season wound down last month. The heifers went out to pasture after the state fair, while the steers stayed in the barn for another couple weeks, awaiting our local FFA alumni-sponsored show and sale.

That show marks the season's end for us and it's a nice one because it's just the kids from our very local community. Good kids, all of them, and all of them working hard with their cattle, hogs, sheep and goats.

Farm kidsAt one point in the show, my phone buzzed with a text. It was from a fellow show mom, with a photo taken from the other side of the ring. The picture was of my 10-year-old son, Nathan, and her 17-year-old son, Kyle, deep in conversation next to the show ring.

"I can only imagine the conversation," she said. "Beef?!"

I'm sure she'd leaned in and zoomed in to get that photo and I just love it. It speaks volumes, because her son shared later that Nathan was telling her all about his summer four-wheeler exploits and bent show sticks (not related).

Later that day, Kyle shared the photo on social media and said, "At the end of the day, it's not about who bid on your animal, who bought it, and who won the show. What it's really about is right here; the industry, making connections with new people, the opportunities and setting an example. This is what it's really all about."

Is that not the greatest? And I would add: it's about big kids like Kyle listening to and helping little kids like Nathan. Laughing at the stories, asking them questions, listening, making them feel a part.

It's been a good summer for showing cattle, but it's been an even better one for growing kids - thanks to young people like Kyle.


Originally posted on Prairie Farmer: My Generation.

Marietta, IL

Holly and her husband, John, farm in western Illinois where they raise their three children. On their farm, they grow crops and raise cattle with John's parents. Holly is also an associate editor for Prairie Farmer magazine, a publication dedicated to sharing information about farm life and farm business.


Aug 28 2015

Baling Hay in Pictures

Baling hay and straw was my job on the farm and I do miss the dust, sweat and scratch of the alfalfa and straw.  Last summer photographer Greg Baker from Baker Studios spent a day with my dad and brother at my grandparents’ farm.  This particular hayfield is the one in which my Grandpa Ray kicked me off the tractor because I couldn’t drive the baler straight.  That was the day I started stacking bales and never quit.

Seeing a mundane farm task through the eyes of someone else is interesting. Seeing your parent in pictures, just doing what you’ve always known him to do... well... that’s my dad, folks. That’s my dad.

(And my “little” brother pictured at the end of the slideshow.  He is the next generation to take on farming.  I couldn’t be a prouder farmer’s daughter or farmer’s sister.)



Dixon, IL

Katie and her husband, Andy, are seventh generation farmers. Together they raise two adorable farm kids and grow corn, soybeans and seed corn in Illinois. Katie's family still raises pigs, cattle, goats and horses only a few minutes away. Katie was named one of the 2013 Faces of Farming and Ranching by the U.S. Farmers and Ranchers Alliance (USFRA)


Aug 20 2015

It's not a stroke; it's fair week.

I came in the house from pulling weeds this weekend and my 12 year old says, "Where were you? I thought you'd had a stroke! I looked everywhere!"

To which I would say, "Um, I don't think you looked that hard because I was right in front of the house. Pulling weeds."

"But the mixer's on!" she said.

"You mean now?" I asked, vaguely remembering that I was making banana bread at one point.

"Yes!" she said. "We came in and the mixer was on and we couldn't find you!"

Right-o.

I found three old bananas after lunch and started making banana bread. Then one of the kids asked about bringing up a box from the basement so I stepped out of the kitchen to answer. Then John pulled up with the camper, to be cleaned and loaded for the county fair. So I went outside. We got it unhitched and then loaded up the dogs, which John and the kids were taking for a bath (prepping for the dog obedience show on Monday). Then I pulled a couple weeds in the flower bed while they were grabbing some brushes. They left and I was on a roll, so I kept weeding all the way around to the front of the house. Then I realized it was hot and I was dripping with sweat and this was maybe not the best time of day to pull weeds.

So I headed back into the house, where upon I learned Jenna thought I'd had a stroke somewhere because she came in the house and the mixer was running and I was nowhere to be found.

Kids at the county fairSo I guess I can see where she might have thought that.

But here's the thing: It's not a stroke. It's fair week. My brain is addled.

Forgive me if it's quiet around here this week. You can rest assured we're showing and sweating and eating some good fair food, and hopefully no one is actually having a stroke.

And if it's your fair week, too? Best of luck! And don't forget to thank a fair board member.

(Also, the banana bread turned out fine, in case you were wondering.)

Originally posted on Prairie Farmer: My Generation

Marietta, IL

Holly and her husband, John, farm in western Illinois where they raise their three children. On their farm, they grow crops and raise cattle with John's parents. Holly is also an associate editor for Prairie Farmer magazine, a publication dedicated to sharing information about farm life and farm business.


Aug 12 2015

What's Cooking Wednesday: Rhubarb Mousse

In early July, we had an anniversary party that featured an incredible Panna Cotta dessert. Wow! It seemed extra special because of the vanilla bean that was blended in AND the rhubarb and strawberry compote on top.

I had just read this back issue of Russian Life magazine recipe for Rhubarb Mousse that the chef thought would have a similar texture and flavor experience.  Seems like it might be fluffier but still something to try when rhubarb is in season.

June and July are county fair months and rhubarb reminds me of the cookshack at the Shelby County Fair.  The Home Extension members used to run the cookshack and make some of THE BEST desserts, which included rhubarb and rhubarb custard pies.  Something about the sweet tart combination was looked forward to in late July.

INGREDIENTS

  • 2 to 3 large stalks of rhubarb, cubbed (4 cups)

  • 1 1/2 cups sugar

  • 1/2 teaspoon cinnamon

  • 1 tablespoon cornstarch

  • 1 cup heavy cream

  • 1/4 teaspoon almond extract

  • 1/2 teaspoon pure vanilla extract


INSTRUCTIONS

  1. Place the rhubarb cubes in a heacy sauce-pan along with the sugar and cinnamon, stirring to mix well. Cover and simmer over very low heat until the rhubarb is just tender, about 5 minutes. Strain the juice from the cooked rhubarb into a measuring cup. There should be about 1 1/4 cups of juice. Reserve the cooked rhubarb.

  2. Rinse out the saucepan and return the rhubarb juice to it. In a small bowl, mix the cornstarch with a small amount of the juice, then add it to the saucepan. Cook the mixture over medium heat for about 15 minutes, or until it has thickened and is reduced to 3/4 cup.

  3. Stir the thickened juice into the reserved rhubarb. Set aside to cool to room temperature.

  4. In a large bowl, whip the cream until stiff, beating in the almond and vanilla extracts. Fold in the cooled rhubarb carefully, until well blended. Spoon the mousse into a large serving dish or into individual ramekins, and chill until ready to serve. 

Serves 4 to 6.

Fillmore, IL

Heather and her husband, Brian, both come from multiple generations of farming and continue that family tradition today on their farm in Montgomery County with their four children. They raise corn, soybeans, wheat cattle and goats. Heather and Brian take their role as stewards of the land very seriously and work every day to leave the soil on their farm in better condition than the day before so that it can be fruitful for future generations to come.



Jul 30 2015

Flipping a Switch

Did you know that we show cattle?

My friends and family are saying, "duh," as this is all Joe and Anna have done for most of the summer. Chores, brushing, washing, walking, then loading, packing, washing (clothes and cattle), braiding (this is my job), unloading, waiting, walking. I have joked that if I would put a show calf in the basement by the unpacked boxes, maybe we could finally get the last steps of our project finished.

Illinois girl showing her calfHa.

Now, I know very little about showing cattle. Anna has now showed for two seasons. I was a 4Her, but the cattle barns and those kids who showed animals were just strange to me. I didn't get the ribbons in the back pocket. I didn't understand the dirty jeans. Who would want to stand in the heat and scratch a calf's belly? My dad was the livestock superintendent for our county fair, but I only went to see if Uncle Dean had a gold card to get on rides for free and check out some of the cute boys. I know, pretty sad, huh?

Then I starting dating Joe, and let's just say that early on in our dating history, I thought we were going to the State Fair for a corn dog and a few rides. We went to the Simmental show, and I wore flip flops.

Bless my heart, it was a long, dirty day.

We left without a corn dog, but gained a big omen to my future self.

Fast forward to this year, and I'm in year two as a show mom. What I have learned to appreciate and understand as a mom of a cattle shower is that this experience itself is invaluable. Sure the obvious is great: the friendships made in the stalls, the effort, time management, dedication, etc., all that is pretty amazing for especially a 10 year old. This summer, though, the light bulb that has gone off in Anna's mind as a show-woman (girl who shows...I don't want to say exhibitionist! What's the word?).

Illinois girl showing her champion steerThis is fun to watch. She had success in the showmanship division last year, but this year, she gets all of it. She has taken responsibility for her animals care, and while she and her dad have had their share of "discussions" in regards to how things need to be done, her show year has been a fun one. We have an especially good steer this year, but Anna and Joe have taken extra care with his nutrition and fitness, and it has paid off. We have had some opportunities to be in the Championship Drive and have even taken home some hardware in reward for the hard work.

The switch has been flipped. The taste of victory is on her tongue, and my girl, although not obnoxious about it (she gets her normal sense of competitive spirit from her dad, not her CRAZY MOM), is enjoying the fruits of her labor. It's fun to see her look a judge square in the eye and talk about Clyde, her steer. It's awesome to watch ages of kids from 9-19 lead these huge animals around and then genuinely congratulate each other on their successes.

This is a side of the cattle business I never knew existed.

I know! Every day, something new, friends.

While I'm the snack packer, blingy jeans buyer and hair braider, my switch has been flipped as well. I am getting past the basics, and am now seeing (somewhat) what a judge looks for in a winner. Plus, I figure I should learn more, as we did some forward thinking and at one point, we will have (if all want to participate) a 19, 17, 15, 13, and 10 year old twins potentially in the ring.

I think we need a bigger trailer.

And a barn.

And stock in blingy jeans.

Either way, as the summer showing season begins to wind down, I am happy to report that we are experiencing a healthy dose of success and have enjoyed the time spent in the barn.

So, let's move to the basement and have some success there. Ha!


Originally posted on Confessions of a Farm Wife.

Emily Webel
Farmington, IL

Emily and her husband, Joe, raise cattle, corn, soybeans and alfalfa for hay for their animals in Illinois. Together they are raising their six children to be good stewards of the land. Read more from Emily on her blog, Confessions of a Farm Wife.