The Farm Sale

Melissa Sandfort

Last week marked a quasi-sad day in my life…my dad had his farm sale. The entire north end of town was filled with wagons, trailers, trucks, tractors, implements, combines, and miscellaneous farm parts. It was a culmination of more than 40 years in the farming business, all sold in a matter of six hours.

Sitting on the lot were some of the things that made me proud to say I was a farmer’s daughter. He technically still IS a farmer — but you know what I mean. It was almost like a few of my childhood memories were sold when the auctioneer pounded his gavel and off the tractor went to a new owner.

In 40 years, I’m amazed at how agriculture has changed and how it continues to change. I guess I shouldn’t be sad because the equipment is going to other farm families, or to their children in hopes of carrying on the ag tradition, but it marked the end of an era for our family.

The sheds have been cleaned out, leaving room for another business to grow. And maybe it’s good to have a “cleaning day” here and there but for me, the sheer size of the sale was a bit overwhelming. Like doing spring and winter cleaning and tossing out your whole closet and starting new again. (Now that would be fun.)

I told dad he had to keep at least one tractor or my son would be forever disappointed. He did.

Until we walk again …

AgWalk

Comments 2

  1. 01-02-2012
    How well I see the sadness of what our parents and grandparents worked so hard to make a living for families vanishing before our generations eyes. Here on the East Coast (specifically in NC), where I am so, many farmers are having to call it quits. My father & me farmed together from when I was about 15, until just two years ago. Fortunately, I started college a couple of years before we stopped farming, but accrued quite a debt with student loans, and now finding a job is very hard. I hope to start a scholarship one day for children of farmers that get in my predicament. Great reading your information. Sincerely, Marcus Hamill

  2. 01-02-2012
    How well I see the sadness of what our parents and grandparents worked so hard to make a living for families vanishing before our generations eyes. Here on the East Coast (specifically in NC), where I am so, many farmers are having to call it quits. My father & me farmed together from when I was about 15, until just two years ago. Fortunately, I started college a couple of years before we stopped farming, but accrued quite a debt with student loans, and now finding a job is very hard. I hope to start a scholarship one day for children of farmers that get in my predicament. Great reading your information. Sincerely, Marcus Hamill

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