I am a farmer. I was raised on a dirt road in rural North Carolina, surrounded by farmland. Both sides of my family have farmed for as long as anyone can remember. You might say farming is in my blood. If you go back a few generations, you’ll probably find it’s in yours too. Over the last 200 years, America has changed dramatically from a society composed of 95% farmers down to just 1%. Why did we all leave the farm and where were we headed?
I started farming when I was 10 years old. My mom stopped by my grandparents’ house to help my Granny shuck corn one day after school. She let me go work in the tobacco field with my Granddaddy, Mr. “Buddy” Barefoot. After a few hours of hard work and $11 in my pocket, I was hooked. I spent every summer after that working with my Granddad on the farm, up until he passed away when I was 18. I wouldn’t trade those summers for anything in the world.