Neighbors Helping Neighbors

To some, life on a farm might seem a bit lonely. Hours in a tractor by yourself. No neighbors within sight. Opening the front door only to hear the birds chirping and the breeze blowing.

I grew up on a farm in the middle of nowhere. At times I loved the peace and quiet. Other times, I would have given anything to have neighbors close by.

I spend a lot of time back home these days visiting my dad as he battles cancer. I now realize that all those times growing up when it felt like we were alone in the middle of nowhere couldn’t have been farther from the truth. We may not have been able to see our neighbors from our front door, but they were always there. And this weekend was no exception.

The fields have been crazy wet around there all fall. Farmers all around have been getting stuck in the fields and leaving ruts beyond repair. My brother has been dodging rainstorms and hospital visits for the past two months trying to get dad’s crops harvested. We knew it would eventually work out. And this weekend it did – thanks to the generous help of our friends, family and neighbors who put aside harvesting their own fields and brought their combines, tractors and trucks to help us.

Every time I drove out to the field, there was another person who showed up to help. And every time I went back to the house, someone else was dropping off a casserole and cookies. As much as I wanted to get a picture to capture the moment, no one was there for a photo opp. They were there to help a neighbor in need.

It’s been a long fall. But after the last load of corn was unloaded last night and we all gathered in the shed, I looked around and everyone was smiling. We were smiling because our hearts were overflowing from all the support. And I’m sure everyone else was smiling because they were glad to help.

Even though it’s been 15 years since I lived there, I truly believe that no matter where you go in life, you never forget home. And for me home is more than just a place, it’s the people. Thanks to our amazing neighbors and to everyone for their kind words, thoughts and prayers. 

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Comments

  1. Julie, wish I was one of your neighbors and could drop off a casserole too and give you a hug. Praying for you and your family.

  2. katieonthebanksofsquawcreek says:

    This is beautiful. I’m thankful for your family’s farm community.

  3. LumaComfort says:

    Love to hear how a community comes together to help each other out.

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