Chapter 3 – Nostalgia

In my late twenties, becoming an actual farmer became my life goal, my calling. I attribute this desire primarily to the childhood memories my homesteading mother blessed me with. This nostalgia was a gift. My Mom and Dad had a little hobby farm in South Dakota, but even though we moved away from that 5 acre wonderland when I was just 7 years old, I was tainted forever. I’ll never forget our life there. My Mom was the classic 20-something “back to the lander,” who married a man twice her age. He obviously wanted to do whatever his beautiful young … Continue reading Chapter 3 – Nostalgia