Ma and Pa Aren't
On the Farm Anymore
I grew up during a time when families could make a good living on farms no larger than 160-acres. We lived on such
a farm in Michigan. Those were the days when many dairy farmers milked their cows by hand and families dared to drink "raw"
nonpasteurized milk laced with real cream.
My father was a modern thinker who used our place as a hobby farm. He experimented
with new chemicals and hired the owner of a combine to harvest his crops. Our neighbors, many of them first or second generation
German, Dutch or Polish immigrants, still preferred the old way of doing things. They fertilized with cow manure. At harvest
time they cut their grain, stacked it in shocks in the field, and thrashed. While I was too young to participate in the heavy
work, I was often recruited to operate the tractor and wagon as the workers made their rounds, loading the shocks. I then
would pull the loaded wagon to the thrashing machine, powered by an old John Deere tractor, operating somewhere near the barn.
could work a farm then with a tractor just large enough to pull a two-bottom plow. I recall spending most of a day pulling
a harrow over a 40-acre plot of ground, or perhaps a day or two getting that same field plowed. If we could harvest 30 bushels
of wheat from an acre, we thought we had a good crop. I remember the year my father, who was a chemist by profession, experimented
with a high-nitrogen byproduct from the factory where he worked. He tried it as a fertilizer on strips across his wheat field.
That year we amazed our neighbors when the experimental part of the field yielded 50 bushels to the acre. Today's farmer hangs
his head if he brings in anything less than 60 bushels from that same acre.
When we plowed in the spring, we always
watched for killdeer. These delightful birds laid their eggs in the weeds on the surface of the ground. It was not unusual
for us to leave an unplowed island in the middle of our field because a killdeer nested there.
I remember the rich
smell of the freshly turned earth. I remember the satisfying feeling I had when a day's work was finished and I walked to
the house, my face and clothes covered in dirt (no air conditioned cabs on that tractor), for a bath and a good hearty supper.
How grand it was to lie in my bed, next to an open window, listening to the frogs, loons and other creatures of the night.
It was as if they were singing a lullaby as I drifted off to sleep.
Things have changed in a big way since I left the
farm. During my years on various Michigan newspapers, I never forgot the farm life. I watched the small family farms disappear
as they were bought by the more prosperous area farmers. These new farm operators, forced by tighter pricing, reduced profits
and rising operating costs, turned farming into a highly mechanized business. Only the best and most aggressive operators
survived. They bought land, expanded to hundreds and sometimes thousands of acres, tore down fences, cut down trees, bulldozed
over the little ponds, and farmed with massive machines capable of plowing, conditioning and planting a 200-acre field in
a single afternoon. I am sure they never stopped for a killdeer nest. They were too busy to care. They seemed to be in a race
against the wolf, which always threatened to call at their door.
Instead of spending a day on a tractor lovingly cultivating
their crops, I watched these farmers hire crop dusters to spray pesticides and weed killers from the sky. Rather than go the
old organic route, "modern farmers" switched to chemicals that killed bugs and weeds and saved hours of labor.
beef, poultry and hog production moved from having a few animals in the barn to massive buildings and feedlots. Today thousands
of animals live out their brief lives eating foods laced with chemicals designed to make them grow fast so they can be butchered
younger. Farming is no longer a way of life. It is a food factory.
With farmers racing into new and innovative ideas designed to
grow more crops at lower cost, it should not be surprising that they now find themselves caught up in a great bio-tech dilemma.
Not only are they battling Mad Cow Disease, believed caused by placing ground animal parts in animal feed, they are facing
a problem with a new genetically modified corn that "accidentally" spread its pollen all over the American farmland.
in Japan and Europe don't want to eat our corn because its DNA is crossed with toxic chemicals that they fear might make them sick. The World Health
Organization recently issued a warning about the possibility that Mad Cow Disease and its human counterpart, CJD, has been carelessly spread all
over the world.
Hoof and mouth disease, first detected in English livestock, also is spreading. This is a fatal disease only in that
the standard approach to stopping its spread is to destroy all of the livestock on an infected farm. Is there more to this
Then there are the big food and meat recalls because of the new super bugs like salmonilla, listeria and E-coli.
People are getting sick and dying from eating foods that once were considered safe.
Yet another innovative practice
by meat producers . . . to lace their animals with growth hormones and antibiotics to reduce losses . . . is coming back to
haunt us. Medical people are expressing alarm that the agricultural practices are helping bacteria become immune to the existing
antibiotics. Not only that, we now are beginning to find these antibiotics and other chemicals mixed in with the water we
drink from our wells. What we are doing to our livestock we also may be doing to our own bodies. The bottom line to all of
this is that we may be creating new super bugs on our farms.
Where is all this leading? There seems to be a general
insanity linked to food production, just as exists in most other forms of modern industry. Nobody seems to care for the ecology
or the public health, as long as money can be made. Farmers don't have large smoke stacks spewing massive clouds of toxins
in the air but what they are doing to our planet is equally as bad as the other big industries. They are busy dumping tons
of dangerous chemicals into the mouths of their livestock and on the ground they work. This stuff is getting into our food
chain and into the ground and water supplies.
Modern farming practices have depleted the soil of its nutrients so the
food we grow no longer supplies those important nutrients to our bodies. Consequently, we are forced to take a variety of
vitamins and minerals to compensate, just to stay healthy.
There presently exists a giant dead zone, a large area in the Gulf of Mexico a few miles from the point where the Mississippi River empties, where nothing lives.
The toxic chemicals leaching from the farms of America are washing down this great river and collecting there.
should be a warning that we need to change our ways. Because the world is overpopulated and the supplies of food are dwindling,
we can be assured that nothing is going to change. At least for a while.
When the chickens come home to roost, however,
we will be sorry we took the course we chose.