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.
Visit her
website at: www.kathycoatney.com
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
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.
