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November 30, 2007

Farmers, therefore, are the founders of civilization

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Alma and I took a trip to Washington DC last month-- thanks to my birth Mom Leona. It was wonderful, relaxing, and inspiring. I find the quote above from the US House of Representative inspiring-- exactly why I want my kids to farm. Exactly what I want my husband to be doing while I'm writing the great American Agro-Eco Thriller in my 3rd story office overlooking the prairie. Teehee hee.

The picture below is my favorite sculpture in all of WDC-- it sits in front of the Supreme Court. I've kept a framed photo I took of this sculpture close by me for the past 10 year. A confident woman riding a seething horse/serpent while brushing back her hair. In this picture I can see the relaxation in my face-- it was so wonderful to be completely there.

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November 28, 2007

Inner Apocalypt Part I

Inner Apocalypt Part I

I just came from a class I’m “consulting� to-- Phil. 1905: Possibilities of a Sustainable Future. The class was reporting their ideas for designing a sustainable world—sustainable families, recreation, towns, buildings, farms. The rooms was abuzz with great ideas. Many of which I see being tried and practices throughout greater Minnesota.

So, I think I was a bit of a buzzkill-- to use a quip from one of my new friends. No one else brought up cannibalism. No kidding I did. I read The Road by Cormac MacArthy. Not just read it once but I’m on my 3rd reading. It is the prose/poem story of a man and a son walking down a road in post apocalyptic America.

I don’t recommend you read it.

It's one of the most important book I’ve read.

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I won’t lie to you. One of the reasons I was so eager to take up farming a gas tank away from St. Paul is because I have an inner apocalypt. Life in St. Paul was wonderfully easy, fun, pleasurable. But I had an escape plan to leave the City— travel to a farm where we could survive whatever crisis was upon us. I executed the escape plan early. Not for the wrong reasons—we’re not holed up survivalists. I am there for the right reasons—the Possibilities of a Sustainable Future.

November 19, 2007

Haven't yet earned my stripes

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I was asked to give the Veteran's Day keynote to the Clinton-Beardsley-Graceville highschool program November 9 and to the VFW on November 11. I wondered if it was even really right for me to be the one to do this-- I'm no veteran. As I put together a speech my main point would be to make the high schoolers proud of where they came from-- where they are. Click below on "Continue reading..." to see my speech-- it's not a great work of oratory.

But here's the kicker-- in my speech I wrote about an incident a few days earlier where I was served lunch by a young guy, home on leave from the services and working in his family's restaurant on main street Clinton. Well-- here is that guy in the gym and carrying the flag for the ceremony. I was kinda choked up to see him-- cooking my california burger on Friday and Monday morning holding the flag. His family drove him to the Cities a couple days later so he could fly to his new post.

Regarding that lunch-- they gave me my pop for free-- why?. Because they are glad that we moved to town. They are glad that Mike brings our twins in for breakfast every once in a while. These honors and gifts are very much appreciated, even if yet unearned.

Veterans Day Speech 2007
Kathryn Draeger
Thank you for inviting me to help honor the veterans of our communities. It is important that we thank all of the men and women who have served this country with honor and great personal sacrifice and remember those who are protecting our way of life today stationed all over the world. The American Legion reminds us that our veterans need and deserve high quality medical care, support in finding employment, and access to housing. It is tragic that the men and women who allow us to be safe in our homes are often without homes themselves when they shed their uniforms.
23 percent of America’s homeless population are veterans.
89 percent of homeless veterans were honorably discharged. Of those homeless veterans nearly half served during the Vietnam war. Too often today’s tattered citizen of the street was yesterday’s respected soldier in a crisp uniform with rows of shining medals. This is hardly the “thanks of a grateful nation.� My own uncle was one of those returning Vietnam veterans who struggled with the demons of that war and returned to a nation scornful of his service and sacrifice. Over time he found solace and success as a farmer in southern Minnesota.
As Doug said, we recently moved from the St. Paul and I can tell you one thing that I’ve observed living here— we strive to honor, respect and remember our veterans. I was struck those first few weeks I lived here that is more obvious that our country is war. The war is more personal and more immediate. The people in Big Stone County remember their servicemen and women everyday. Because for many this war is not an abstract idea or soundbites on tv—it is a reality for our families. The first thing I see when I walk into the Clinton Elementary school is the pictures of the local boys and girls who grew up here and now serve our country. There is a display case just inside the front door to the left.
Last Friday I ate lunch in Joanie’s on main street Clinton. My meal was cooked by a young man who was working at the family cafe while on leave from the military. He was at home in between being stationed elsewhere. The other customers teasing him about his family making him work while on leave—but everyone was obviously so happy to see him and in their own ways thanking him and acknowledging his service to his country. This young guy cooked food for us that day. Imagine this—he is serving his country, supporting his family, and cooking my meal. In our gratitude as Americans we should be hosting feasts for him and for all of you who are, were, and will be defending our country.
Less than 10 percent of Americans can claim the title “veteran.� In 1789 George Washington said, "The willingness with which our young people are likely to serve in any war, no matter how justified, shall be directly proportional as to how they perceive the veterans of earlier wars were treated and appreciated by their country." It is obvious to me that our veterans are appreciated and honored here. Take for example every single one of you sitting here today to honor the veterans in our community.
Honoring and continuing to thank those who serve are our country is one of the values that is held and taught in Greater Minnesota. Our family wanted to surround ourselves and our children with those sets of values—respect, self reliance, and independence to name a few-- that drew our family back to work and farm in Big Stone County. I looked up some data from the US Dept of Defense. While rural youth, like our farm families, make up about 8% of the population they make up nearly 12% of the recruits who join the armed service. That means that our rural youth are signing up at a much much higher rate than young people elsewhere in our country. When you looked at the data there was nearly direct relationship between the more rural communities and the higher rate of recruitment in the armed services. While there are probably many reasons for that, I’m certain that if our kids grow up seeing our veterans respected and honored they know that serving in the military is an honorable duty to our country.
Our nation’s capital is largely a monument to our country’s veterans. I was privileged to be in Washington DC last month with my 8 year old daughter Alma last month. We visited the war memorials for Vietnam, Korea and World War Two. The World War II memorial is the newest on the capital mall and it is appropriately awe inspiring and fits in beautifully at the end of the reflecting pool with the Lincoln memorial at the other end. There is an effort underway to ensure that all living WWII veterans have the opportunity to visit that memorial and I saw many of that generation there. It is a somber experience to be at those memorials surrounded by masses of veterans remembering their fallen comrades. There was a large group of Korean Conflict veterans there and I was stopped in my tracks when I realized the extent of that military action and the hundreds of thousands of military personnel who served there. Korea touched our family directly because Mike’s uncle, Charles Jorgenson, was one of the soldiers who died in Korea.
Alma and I spent part of a day at the Arlington Cemetery and had the profound experience of watching the changing of the guards. It is the most solemn of ceremonies. One straight and somber guard is relieved of duty and replaced by another crisply dressed and serious guard. What is so remarkable is that this is not a ceremony for a president, general, or admiral. It is the 24 hour a day watch for the unknown soldier. The tomb reads:
"Here Rests
In Honored Glory
An American Soldier
Known But To God"
I don’t mean to leave you with the impression that the respectfulness and sacrifices for our country is greater or different here than any American family whether rural or urban, rich or poor, or of any race.
And so I’ll close with the words spoken by a former president surrounded by the rows of white gravestones at Arlington cemetery on Veterans Day-- words which still ring true today.
“Let me say that as we meet the challenges of the future, our unity as a people will be as it has ever been, our greatest strength. The silent white rows of crosses that surround us mark the final resting place of men and women of all services, all ranks, all races, all religions. They stand as stunning evidence that our founders were right: We are all equal in the eyes of God. That is something we must continue to practice until we get it right. It is something we must teach our children… Our American veterans buried here came from different walks of life. They served our nation in different places and in different ways.
Yet, all were united by a love of country, belief in freedom, and opportunity, and responsibility, and their faith in America's future. As we commemorate this day of reverence and respect, let us also remember this unity of spirit that has guided our nation forward from its beginnings. No words can repay the debt of gratitude we owe to the men and women who have stood up for our freedom, but we can honor the memory of our veterans best by remaining the best kind of Americans we can be and keeping our nation strong and secure, one nation under God, to fulfill the vision of a better world that our veterans, gave so much to create. Thank you and God bless America.�

November 12, 2007

No turning back...

Our beautiful home in St. Paul sold yesterday. Mike is just giddy with joy- a huge weight off his shoulders. I'm stunned and scared. Truth be told-- I have my feet in both lives. Yeh, I talk big about my life on the prairie. But I've been in St. Paul every week for work. Coming back to this sunny, lovely home of my own. With an espresso maker and premium ice cream in the freezer.

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So now my bluff is called. The house is gone. There's no going back to this comfortable, easy street in Highland Park. Mike's committed. I have to ratchet up my commitment to a new level. Frankly I'm scared. Who will I be outside of the Cities?

Yesterday I took Alma and Jens for a bike ride -- Jens in the pull behind. There were hunters out so we all wore blaze orange. We rode "next door" to the US Fish and Wildlife land. We hiked into the marshy wetlands surrounding the pothole pond/lake. My kids were intrepid. They found a water trail leading through the reeds to the pond. They were so much more eager to explore it than I was. Walking through the prairie grass whenever Jens saw a huge ant (or other critter) mound he would climb on top and yell "Beware the wolf-- hoowowoowooowooo." He's 3 years old. I actually thought "well-- at least these kids won't suffer from Nature Deficit Disorder."

So... until one is committed

Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness. Concerning all acts of initiative (and creation), there is one elementary truth the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans.

The moment one definitely commits oneself, then providence moves too. All sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise have occurred. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one's favor all manner of unforeseen incidents and meetings and material assistance, which no man could have dreamed would have come his way. Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power and magic in it. Begin it now. -

November 9, 2007

Let there be LIGHT!!!

Fiber optic light that is!

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This is Jason. We would not be able to live here if it were not for Federated Communications out of Chokio Minnesota. They put down 2 miles of fiber optic cable to our farm. We are not in their service area-- just on the edge. It cost them over $11,000 for which we signed a two year contract for phone and high speed internet. A deal.

Thank you Jason! Thank you Tom Lorenz! Thank you Federated.

I am sitting here in my 1912 farm house looking our over plowed corn, silos, prairie, and wetlands. The geese are flying through in the thousands. Unlike anything I've ever seen. All the while listening to Fine Tuning on XM satellite radio via my wireless internet, compliments of Federated. Hip Hip Hurrah!

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November 8, 2007

Prairie fire

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Last Friday I joined Alma in school for her nursery rhyme recital. Honestly the highlight for me was to play chicken and fox in the gym. Have I mentioned that she has gym and music class everyday in Clinton Elementary. She did not have that in St. Paul (but hey! don't tell anyone because they might take it away-- are kids suppose to have gym and music anymore??). Back to chicken and fox-- teams of 2, me and Alma, hoola hoops with wiffle balls to guard (the chicken) while the other person runs around trying to steal other people's "eggs." Oooooo what fun. I asked if we could play dodge ball and was informed by the teacher that wasn't allowed (do the Chicken Little dodge ball dance here).

As we turned to drive east out of townafter school I could see a big smoke rising up into the air. It was to the east and slightly south. Exactly the direction of our farm. But our farm is about 11 miles away-- could that be from our farm? You see we had a little fire here a few days before what with cutting up metal in the dry grass. Luckily someone was farming near by and plowed a patch that stopped the fire.

Sure enough I'm driving closer and closer and the billowing smoke is aligning with the coordinates of our farm. I turn down our road and all I see is a pink wall of smoke. The fire is on the west of our gravel road and strips have been plowed on the western edge of our fields that would keep it from jumping over the gravel. I'm not sure if I should drive into the wall of smoke. So I stopped to take pictures. The fires didn't cross into our section and the crops were harvested across the road so that the crops weren't lost and didn't fuel an inferno.

There have been a few dramatic fires around here lately. I'm not sure if they are planned or accidents-- like ours was.