Katie Pinke / Agweek Publisher
I have zero tolerance for any type of abuse. Domestic abuse. Child abuse. Elderly abuse. Drug abuse. Alcohol abuse. Animal abuse. Our society has become conditioned to hearing about it. You might have experienced abuse of some sort firsthand. In the past, when animal abuse videos were released, I would watch them and immediately react via social media. Now, I no longer publicly react.
Last Sunday, my dad, fondly called "Farmer Fred", was in the pulpit of Sundahl Lutheran church in Aneta, N.D., to be a fill-in preacher. My family and I sat in two pews near the front to listen and learn. Farmer Fred is a Christian who lives out what he preaches in his daily profession and life choices. He is a gifted speaker and holds a graduate degree in communications.
Last fall, I rode with a breast cancer survivor and farmer friend, Cara Myers, as she drove grain cart during corn harvest. We did an AgweekTV story about her discovery of breast cancer the prior fall. I sat in the buddy seat in her tractor and listened about her past year of treatment and then being in remission. Her cancer was found early and treated quickly.
School is out and in your community and county, there are hungry or food insecure kids. Without the routine of school food, many kids might not know where or when their next meal will come from.
My husband's family business is a small town lumberyard and home building business. The business has been rooted in building supplies since the building was built. The abstract is from 1896, my father-in-law tells me, and the earliest picture we've seen of the building as Thompson Yards was in 1904. Then it was Sayler Lumber until my in-laws purchased it in early 1977.
"Buckle up, Mom," Hunter said as I sat down in a buddy seat next to him in the four-wheel drive tractor in a field. In my nearly 22 years of being his mom, this was the first experience for us. He was driving a tractor with me as his passenger. I looked at him and said, "Really, I have to buckle up in your tractor?" He said, "Yes because if you fall out that door, you're splat and we can't have that happen."
May is mental health awareness month. One in five American adults or 46.6 million of us experiences a mental health condition annually, according to the non-profit Mental Health America. How will we ever break the stigma around mental health and mental illness if we don't start sharing and speaking out more? I'll start.
I walked into my grandma's 100-year-old farmhouse last Sunday afternoon and found Grandma Nola in the kitchen making cream cheese for a red velvet cake she had baked. Grandma's 1950 bachelor's degree in home economics still gets used in her daily life. My mom and two daughters were there also. We all sat around the kitchen table in conversation. I didn't say it at the moment but four generations in that kitchen meant a lot to me.
Do you ever make conversation with your car service driver? I usually do not, but in late February this year, I had the best Uber driver experience I've had. I've thought of the driver a few times since then and wished I had encouraged a bit more than I did.
Costco pulled Roundup from its shelves this year as a reaction to a California's jury decision to award a man $80 million in his claim that Roundup was the cause or factor in his non-Hodgkin's lymphoma. My reaction is science is under attack and farmers feel it. Agriculture feels it. Scientists and science and research-based companies certainly experience it firsthand. But now it's reached your everyday basic gardeners.