Knolltop Farm Wife (Melissa Hart)

Welcome to my blog! I'm a wife, mother of four and a self-employed freelance writer. In addition to writing, I am involved in producing several dairy magazines and am the editor of Dairy Agenda Today where I have a blog there as well! This is a place where I can get what's in my head, down on paper (the internet). I hope you find encouragement and maybe a giggle or two!
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Tuesday, June 6, 2023

Mom's Sacrifice


Hauling things out of my parent’s farmhouse to sell in a yard sale was how my sister and I spent our Memorial Day weekend.  With each dust-covered box, we found a treasure trove of history we were just now discovering about our mom. Sorting through files and photos, we were seeing the dimension of a self-less mom grow into a person we never knew existed. I mentioned in an earlier column about the things we never knew about our mom, but the sacrifice of her life has never been clearer. Growing up, stories of her college days were plentiful but several details were left out as she concentrated on raising a family and helping her husband of six decades run a farm. 

We knew she was a successful vocalist in college, but we never knew she recorded an album until we pulled out an old 78 vinyl record and listened to her lyrical voice through the crackle and pop of the old relic. We knew she was the first woman on the Michigan State livestock judging team, but we had no idea she was the first woman on the meats judging team too.  We knew she had spent time in Germany with her uncle, but we had no idea how well-traveled she was until we found her passport and the countless letters she penned in stunning penmanship sent to her mom back home.

You see, she had a remarkable upbringing by a single mom who was educated and accomplished instead of the traditional two-parent household of the 1940s, so her desire to raise us with two parents on a farm was paramount.  Holding a bachelor’s degree and a teaching certificate from two universities, she chose to stay home and soak up every moment of her children’s development. 

My mom traded the spotlight of the performing arts for lambing a flock of sheep with two young children in tow during the cold Midwest winters.  Instead of teaching in public school, she taught her daughters how to bake, can, and sew and turned her sons over to their father to teach them how to plow a field and take care of livestock. She was the consummate school volunteer up through her 80s and three months before she passed, she was walking the streets of a small Montana town, Christmas caroling with her great-grandchildren.

She buried two children and a husband and knew the value of hugging her family whenever she had the chance. With talent, grit, and the opportunity to break glass ceilings, her choice was to give her entire life to the only thing that will last through eternity, her family. 

3 comments:

Laura said...

Great column, Aunt Lissa! It’s wonderful to find out more about Grandma Ginger. Enjoyed reading it.

Kelsey Stene said...

Beautiful ♥️

Anna said...

You have brought me to tears reading about your wonderful Mother. A very beautiful story.