Category: Flags Across the Harvest

In post-WW II rural America, it was common for almost every family to have some attachment to agriculture. Often the family farm was not large enough to sustain all the financial needs of the entire clan, so an in-town job was acquired. But the lessons and roots of farm life were an intrinsic part of their being.

Shooting from the hip with life’s decisions may be great fodder for Hollywood. But it will put you in the metaphoric ditch of life, tilted to one side and spinning your wheels. Farming requires planning and an examination of where you are headed…

My parents believed that it was essential for us to take an automobile trip each summer. They wanted to make sure my sister and I experienced America. Our main destination was never a man-made attraction – there were exceptions, but they had to be educational or a national treasure.

If you are familiar with any of my writings, you can quickly glean that I have been a dreamer my entire life. I would have to say my sojourns into an alternative existence began when I was around four years old. Though it has ebbed as the pages of my life unfolded, dreams are still a part of who I am.

By nature, I ponder many aspects of life, farming, and automobiles. I take objects for face value but eventually ask myself why things are the way they are. For me, this has become an excellent learning tool since you force yourself to dig deeper and go beyond your comfort level of knowledge or understanding.