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Story: Love and Farming

Debbie Stanton | Stories | Writing

One day a farming family drove to another area of their state, looking for one more farm to buy.

When they got to their destination, they wondered if it was a joke. The farmhouse was desperately in need of another coat of paint, and the tractor looked so ancient that they guessed maybe it didn’t work anymore.

The wind played havoc on the farm, blowing the tumbleweeds back and forth. Where had the tumbleweeds even come from? The rest of the valley was lush and green. If it was a quick sale the seller was planning on, he was greatly mistaken.

The silo looked pretty decent, and it stood straight and tall like an efficient sentry. A ladder leaned on the back of the house, inviting the painter that needed to finish his job. A couple of bicycles laid on the grass next to the dirt driveway, indicating the presence of children in the old house.

The tractor the family saw looked quite new. Soon a middle-aged farmer opened the back door and invited the visitors inside.

The family met the farmer’s wife and a little boy named Curtis. They sat at the kitchen table where Curtis was going over his spelling words. He was having problems with vowels of late, so his mom was having him write a story with plenty of vowels to practice.

“I bet you’re wondering why this farm looks like half of it is from 80 years ago, and some of it looks new–right?”

“That’s right,” the man in the family answered.

“I can see why you’d think that,” the farmer said. “My family and I have only lived here a couple of months, trying to get it into shape. But then…my aunt in another state came down with cancer, and we’re going to need to sell this farm so we can move back and help her. She doesn’t have anyone else who can.”

A girl around 10 years old now showed up in the kitchen and asked the young visitors if they’d like to go into the barn to play with the kittens and puppies. The kids all eagerly shouted “Yes!” and took off running.

The mother of the visiting family’s eyes grew large, and the smile that’d been on her face widened. Her husband saw this and knew that she had a great idea. Would he want to go along with it?

A conversation happened that was pretty much small-town news and other trite subjects. Soon, though, there would be nothing trite in the coming transaction.

The woman whispered in her husband’s ear, he hesitated for a few seconds and nodded his head.

“Sir, we’d love to buy your farm from you — cash. We just have to go through the formalities and transfer title and what have you. May we buy it?”

The woman farmer could hardly believe the good news. “Are you sure? I mean, how could we be so lucky?”

The answer came that they’d had a couple of good farming years behind them and could well afford the farm. They wanted to buy the land and house for an immigrant family they knew who was willing and able to work hard.

“Oh, sir, thank you so much! We accept your kind offer. It turns out that we want to help our aunt, and you’re wanting to help a family. I guess helping others really does come around. Thank you!”

The family buying this farm, without telling the farmer and his wife, also planned to pay for the aunt who was ill. They didn’t know her, but sometimes it was just the right thing to do to help strangers. They remembered how it had been when they were first starting out and were given assistance.

Love makes the world go around.

Photo by Randy Fath of Unsplashed

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    1. I know what you mean, Christine! I won’t tell you how many I have in total, which includes junk mail and even stuff I’ve signed up for, like classes. I think everybody is the same way — too much going on in our busy lives!

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