Party Preparations
Maree was greeted yesterday by a pig being butchered in her front yard. She took it pretty well.
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Harvest Party in the Barn, 2014 or 2013 |
Maree was greeted yesterday by a pig being butchered in her front yard. She took it pretty well.
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Harvest Party in the Barn, 2014 or 2013 |
Some crops we plant, weed once, and forget about until fall. Once such crop is rutabagas. Only last week we said, “Man, we should go and check on those…maybe they’re ready to go into the box.” Well, we went to rutabaga corner in the front field, and, wow, they got huge! About a quarter of them got so big that they were weirdly misshapen and we kept out of the CSA boxes. This one was bigger than my head:
In the box:
I remember when I was a teenager, my grandpa had me take a copy of the magazine “Spudman” from a shelf so he could proudly show me a picture of himself hosing down potatoes in some non-descript warehouse in East Grand Fords. “You see, I’m famous…I made the big time…” he said, teasing. My grandpa Adolph–a name that went out of style for good reason–worked 3-4 jobs in this prairie town to support a family of 11 kids, one as hired man working the potato fields which surrounded the town and another in the dank warehouses which were East Side’s defining feature (besides the 60+ bars back in the day).
You see, unlike other farmers who point back to long lineage of farm owners and operators, my own past is filled primarily with landless peasants and farm laborers. In a similar way to my grandpa who traveled to EGF from Floodwood in the 30’s, my grandma Adele’s family brought themselves to the Red River Valley in the midst of the depression. They came to work the fields because, no matter how tough hoeing potatoes sounds, it sure beat the poverty and shame of the Turtle Mountain Reservation.
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Historic picture of East Grand Forks potato warehouse (Source: https://robbielafleur.com) |
I bring up my family’s farming history because our past always follows us around – it’s part of who we are. Today, as I gathered up the first of the big Pontiac potatoes with those deep-set eyes, I couldn’t help but think about my grandpa. This red potato, together with the Norland variety we also grow, was a mainstay of the Red River Valley potato business. I’m sure Adolph spent many an hour digging the same variety out of the ground, and, like myself, washing them. It took three generations, but this younger Spudman can say these potatoes came out of his own ground. The inspration to work hard and care for his family came from elder.
In the box:
This time of year we start to pull in some big harvests. Earlier this week was the onion harvest, but coming up is still very heavy winter squash and potato harvests. In the middle of the summer we just pull in the bit of a crop that we need, but, as cold weather and frosts become possible as we move into september, we need to pull in an entire crop to keep it safe and sound.
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Onions drying on hayrack |
In the box: