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My Farmer Father

Published on Thursday, June 12, 2014

Paint Your Wagon. It’s a movie that stars Lee Marvin and Clint Eastwood. Have you seen it? Part western, part musical, part comedy.  Lee Marvin plays a rugged, ornery, and greedy gold miner who “rescues” Clint Eastwood’s character from a wagon wreck. I’ll warn you, there’s lots of singing. But there's lots of humor. Did you know Clint can sing?


From reciting lines to singing along, our family loves this movie. In fact, when I got married, my dad and I danced our father/daughter dance to a music compilation from the movie. It was perfect. Even though we might have been the only two having a good time, it was our moment. And I didn’t care. Plus, I got my farmer dad to polka. Yes, I said polka.             


So why am I sharing? Well, we all know what this Sunday is, right?  It's that special day where we honor the men in our lives - Father's Day.

When I think back to growing up on the farm, I loved rainy mornings, watching movies with dad. Because there was never a question as to what we would watch - Paint Your Wagon.

But that's not the only memory of my Farmer Father.


                      No matter how old I become, I still feel like this little girl looking at her daddy. 


                                           For me, the best days are spent with dad on the farm.

Growing up, Dad has always said, "When you love what you do, you don't ever work a day in your life." I never understood that until I found a profession that I love. Will my dad ever retire? If you ask him, he's already doing what he loves.

Several months ago, I found a poem written by Jasmine N. Swantz. It's hanging above my desk to remind me of my Farmer Father.

     My Farmer Father
     By: Jasmine N. Swantz

     My father is a farmer,
     His heart is in the soil
     It’s there he finds his solace,
     Among the grimy toil.
     He plants the seed in springtime,
     The corn, the beans, the way,
     He prays that God would bless it,
     A harvest, Lord, I pray.
     He tills and cultivates it,
     Provides the most tender care,
     Believes that come October,
     He’ll reap a harvest fair.
     Blue skies are his cathedral,
     A tractor, his altar of prayer,
     God meets him in the cornfields,
     They have communion there.
     My father is a farmer-
     That’s all he’ll ever be.
     The values that the land taught him,
     He handed down to me.
     I love my farmer father-
     I’m thankful that he’s mine…
     I pray that God would bless him,
     Today and for all time.

So Dad, instead of just wishing you a Happy Father's Day this Sunday, I want to thank you. Thank you for instilling values that I hope to pass on to my children. Thank you for teaching me about a hard day's work. Thank you for never giving up on me, even when I tried your patience. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to grow up in an industry that I love with all my heart. And thank you for not only being a great dad, but a great man.

I'm honored to call you my Farmer Father.


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