This makes me sad and disheartened. We still own, with my brother, our family farm and one other, with excellent tenants and a farm manager, and there are still lots of small farmers in that part of Nebraska. But there are COFAs also. It’s a sad and difficult situation.
Here in south Florida, we had many family farms and a close-knit community. Now, it’s senior self-contained communities and nobody knows anyone any more.
An evolution of land use: by the time we realize the impacts of all the tradeoffs, it’s usually too late to go back. We as a society have given up many cherished qualities of life in exchange for money or efficiency, and those that notice are usually too old to be listened to.
Who knew “Amen” could sprout legs …… this “Amen” was actually supposed to follow John’s pithy summation of why rural areas are hollowed out by corporate factory farms. I would never give an “Amen” to this NYT article. Pains me to say it, but its shallowness made my skin crawl.
Attagirl! I purposely did not post the NY Times piece, but for the sake of journaling, it’s imbedded in these comments. My poem “AT Machi’s” https://drycrikjournal.com/2019/03/10/at-machis/#comments was in response to its condescension belaboring a mythic West, plus comments. It may have been a case of too many cooks spoiling the broth. Photography was horrid, journalism juvenile.
Oh yes—a high school biology specimen, you said. Spot on! I wondered how writers of usually decent prose had no shame as they crammed poetry into their left brained columns, entirely missing the point. The best poets of Elko don’t give a salacioius look at a much romanticized demographic; they instill a whole new way of perceiving the world for which I am daily grateful.
This makes me sad and disheartened. We still own, with my brother, our family farm and one other, with excellent tenants and a farm manager, and there are still lots of small farmers in that part of Nebraska. But there are COFAs also. It’s a sad and difficult situation.
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Here in south Florida, we had many family farms and a close-knit community. Now, it’s senior self-contained communities and nobody knows anyone any more.
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An evolution of land use: by the time we realize the impacts of all the tradeoffs, it’s usually too late to go back. We as a society have given up many cherished qualities of life in exchange for money or efficiency, and those that notice are usually too old to be listened to.
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Sad – but true.
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“Fatal Harvest”
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And to think we are paying for our own demise. What’s wrong with this picture?
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You know what’s wrong, Julie, short-sighted greed wrapped in red, white and blue. We’re living too far from our food.
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John,
In case you’ve not seen this article.
Warm regards from a loooong time follower of your posts. Dennis Samuelson
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Amen……….
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Who knew “Amen” could sprout legs …… this “Amen” was actually supposed to follow John’s pithy summation of why rural areas are hollowed out by corporate factory farms. I would never give an “Amen” to this NYT article. Pains me to say it, but its shallowness made my skin crawl.
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Attagirl! I purposely did not post the NY Times piece, but for the sake of journaling, it’s imbedded in these comments. My poem “AT Machi’s” https://drycrikjournal.com/2019/03/10/at-machis/#comments was in response to its condescension belaboring a mythic West, plus comments. It may have been a case of too many cooks spoiling the broth. Photography was horrid, journalism juvenile.
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Oh yes—a high school biology specimen, you said. Spot on! I wondered how writers of usually decent prose had no shame as they crammed poetry into their left brained columns, entirely missing the point. The best poets of Elko don’t give a salacioius look at a much romanticized demographic; they instill a whole new way of perceiving the world for which I am daily grateful.
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