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The Farmer

I trust that, by now, you have all seen the commercial heard round the world.

You know, the one that stopped all action and silenced a nation when the soft rumble of that voice drifted into living rooms on a Super Bowl Sunday.

Yes that commercial.

Paul Harvey's voice, unmistakable in its sincerity and beauty, spoke of a people whom work from sun up till sun down with no recognition.

He spoke of a people whom care for their baby animals and pour their blood, sweat and tears into helping them grow.

He spoke of a people, so foreign to many in the world today.

He spoke of a people whom many have forgotten.

He spoke of a people; my people. The farmer.

I am a fourth generation farmer married to a fourth generation farmer. Together we are raising the fifth generation.

We don't do it because its easy, it's not. The hours my husband spends working rival that of any doctor or lawyer I have ever met.

We don't do it because it's profitable, some years it's all we can do to pay off our interest and a hand full of loans.

We don't do it to receive praise and thanks. Some even criticize us for raising crops and cattle that are not deemed 'organic', but without us, there wouldn't be food on many of your tables.

We do it for our families. We do it for your families.

My husband and I strive to make our farm better everyday. We attend meetings, read magazines, scour the internet for information to learn what's news, what's working. All to make a healthier lifestyle for our family and for yours.

I am proud of where I come from. I am proud of the family that raised me and the family that raised my husband into the hardworking, honest man that he is.

Congratulations to Dodge for sparking a postive conversation for the small farmers in America.

I am proud of all the hard working men and women that silently go about their day to day business, striving to make an honest living, with rarely a nod in their direction.

Thank you to every farmer out there working to make the world a better place for all of us.

 
 
I hope you all enjoy your day! Thanks for taking the time to stop by!

 

 

Comments

  1. DebbieFebruary 6, 2013 at 1:00 PM

    Well I don't know why this is posting it twice, but well done and well said! It was one of the few commericals that impressed me on Sunday. It was mesmerizing listening to his voice!

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    1. MaKaelaFebruary 13, 2013 at 1:14 PM

      Thanks Debbie! We all loved the commercial out here in Farm country :)

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    2. MarcieMarch 4, 2013 at 10:54 AM

      So glad you "popped up" on facebook. It reminded me to read your blog. I love it! You have a wonderful way with words, and of course, I love your wit and your wisdom. Keep up the good work MaKaela!!

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    3. MaKaelaMarch 4, 2013 at 5:16 PM

      Thanks Marcie! I love hearing feedback from everyone!

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