I thought I might like to farm. But I didn't know the economics of it. Teachers basically steered me away from it.
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I came from a farming background, and my career was teaching.
But as a young kid, I never did, really have an ambition to be a farmer. I never thought, gee, I would like to farm, and I want to raise these crops. I didn't quite know what I wanted to do.
I'm glad I don't have to make a living farming. Too much hard work. Too many variables you don't have control over, like, is it going to rain? All I can say is, god bless the real farmers out there.
I worked on a farm for a little bit.
In the summer or fall of 1974, I read some books about factory farming, and decided that I wanted no part of it.
My dad farmed, my granddad was a farmer. I wanted to be a farmer.
Too often, parents whose children express an interest in farming squelch it because they envision dirt, dust, poverty, and hermit living. But great stories come out of great farming.
It has long been a childhood dream of mine to have a farm.
I always wanted to be a farmer. There is a tradition of that in my family.
I grew up working on farms. You'd do anything for money. You'd pick blueberries in the summertime for weeks; you'd cut down, like, spruce and fir trees for pulp.
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