especially since I was only a gentleman farmer as a youth. My parents concocted this scam on my sister,
brother, and I that going to live on our grandparents’ farm from the last day
of school to the first day of school would be great fun. As an adult I realize
just how great it was for THEM! (OK, I admit, it was great for us kids too.)
dinner, as it is referred to west of 81.)
In the late 1960’s and early 70’s dinner at the farm in Bunker Hill was
a major production. While my grandparents’
farm was small, especially by today’s standards, the dinner table was full at
sometimes assisted by her daughter LauraDawn. Jerry and Bobby were two high
school kids who helped with farm and home duties. There was always a collection of ne’er-do-well
farmhands who drank too much and taught us kid’s life-lessons that were not necessarily
positive. Bernadine’s son Bradley was
there on a regular basis along with the three of us Heim kids, and rounding out
the table was the occasional hanger-on. There were at least a dozen folks and usually
more around the table, all pitching in to get the work done.
Hill. A couple of octogenarians run that
same farm operation. Anyone who has ever
worked with or for Max Heim knows that this isn’t exactly a fair comparison,
because he can work any two twenty-year-olds into the ground, but still, what
Obviously, a lot of the farm work is contracted out now, and
automation has created efficiencies we couldn’t have dreamed of in 1970. No-till means that my job of cleaning the
bindweed out of the one-way disks is over.
Round bales are God’s gift to sore backs. I could go on.
modern world and eliminated many jobs at the same time. Jobs that any knuckleheaded 15-year-old Heim kid with
a strong back could do no longer pay a living wage, if they exist at all. Schools, too, have changed and we have to
keep changing to keep up. It is
impossible to know what jobs and industry a 15-year-old knucklehead will be
reflecting nostalgically upon because they don’t exist in 2062. It is possible to know that things will be
students for a world that doesn’t exist.
It is a tough job because it requires us to have a foot in the present
and one in the future. But we cannot shy
from the task. We have to be prepared to be different. We have to look beyond getting by for another year and look to a better
future for our kids and Kansas. It’s tough,
but believe me it’s better than cleaning bindweed out of a one-way.