This is the first posting of the Rubber Boot Journalist. I've worked as a photojournalist for the last 20 years and 15 of those years specializing in agriculture. A year ago I released my first children's originally titled Four Quarts Makes a Gallon recently retitled From the Farm to the Table Dairy. The books are targeted for second and third grade readers and my effort to educate children about agriculture and where their food comes from. Be sure and like my Facebook page https://www.facebook.com/fromthefarmtothetable and follow me on twitter https://twitter.com/KathyCoatney. My FB page is filled with information and photos on agriculture. And if you can't find something, don't hesitate to ask and I'll be happy to provide information on a specific commodity or photos if available.
The Rubber Boot Journalist posting will be about my daily activities as a photojournalist, information about commodities I'm covering and photos. For my debut posting I am covering prune production in California. Did you know prune acreage is shrinking in California and packers are running ads encouraging growers to keep their acreage? Pretty amazing isn't it? Are you a dried plum eater?
Week 1, day 2, Rubber Boot Journalist, prune acreage has been decreasing on average 3,000 to 4,000 acres annually. Dried plums are extremely nutritious. Why aren't we eating them?
Week 15, day 3, Rubber Boot Journalist released Falling For You..Again! Working on getting the word out today and back to new articles on Monday.
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Whenever I pass a freshly plowed field it gives me the same thrill as an unopened book--full of potential, surprise, and pleasure. And just like that book beckons me to peek beneath its cover, the sight of that rich, dark earth ready for planting beckons me to curl my feet into the freshly tilled layers and feel its coolness between my toes.
My connection to farming is a gift I cherish from my childhood spent on a dairy surrounded by Holstein dairy cows, an assortment of dogs, cats, hamsters and the occasional jackrabbit my father found orphaned while cutting alfalfa. For me, there was no more peaceful place on the planet than lying on a bale of freshly bound hay, inhaling the heady aroma of alfalfa, while staring up at a sky so blue it made my eyes squint.
One of my favorite places in the dead of summer was the peach orchard. I remember that first peach of the season. How my fingers sunk into the soft flesh when I plucked it from the branch. With the first bite, peach juice made race tracks down my arm. Nothing ever tasted as good. Like a piece of heaven to my taste buds.
We didn’t have much, but neither did anyone else we knew. I wore hand-me-downs. We canned most of our fruits and vegetables. Fresh, clean air and the farm provided a plentiful playground. I scampered through fields and hay barns. I cuddled newborn kittens with their eyes sealed shut. I roamed sweltering orchards while my mother picked peaches.
At our house, milk didn’t just materialize from the store. It came from the milk tank after the cows were herded to the milking parlor, washed, milked and turned back to the pasture. Milk came from an abundance of hard work before it arrived at our table.
Perhaps I view my childhood through rose-colored glasses. And certainly kids raised in urban areas had experiences I didn’t, but the difference is, back then the majority of kids who didn’t live on farms had family or friends who did, and they had the opportunity to visit them. Richard Louv, author of Last Child in the Woods, makes this same comment in his book. He said that baby boomers may be the last generation of Americans to share an intimate and familial attachment to the land and water.
My parents sold the dairy when I was ten, but farming stayed with me. My husband and I bought land, planted an orchard from the ground up and currently grow table olives. We raised our children on a farm, and I’ve worked as a freelance photojournalist specializing in agriculture for the past 15 years.
Every day I become more aware of the limited exposure children have to farming. Statistics show the U.S. farm population is dwindling, and 40 percent of the farmers in this country are 55 or older. I see this every day when I’m interviewing farmers, and I wonder who will raise our food when they’re gone? What happens if today’s youth is not inspired to farm?
Ultimately, the answer begins and ends with parents. Our children need to be inspired to farm. They need hands-on time with agriculture. They need to see, touch, taste, smell and hear farming in all its noisy, dirty, sweaty, smelly glory. Along with the hundreds of thousands of college graduates going into medicine, law and business, we need equal numbers of agriculture graduates ready, willing and eager to farm.
I believe the best way to achieve this is by providing children, at a young age, with frequent exposure to farming. Children need to know how food is produced, and they need to read books with agriculture themes. Last Child in the Woods lists 100 actions parents can take to get children into nature. One of his suggestions is to take them to U-Pick farms or join a local co-op where the kids are involved from planting to harvesting. Every child should know the joy of whiling away a warm summer afternoon in a barn, an owl snoozing in the rafters and a litter of newborn kittens sandwiched between bales of hay.
Kathy Coatney has worked as a freelance photojournalist for 15 years, starting in parenting magazines, then fly fishing and finally specializing in agriculture. Her latest project is From the Farm to the Table series of children’s picture books with an agriculture theme.
View her photos at: www.agstockusa.com.
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Books by Kathy Coatney
Four Quarts Makes a Gallon has been released and retitled.
On sale now
From the Farm to the Table Dairy.
New release in February 2014
From the Farm to the Table Almonds