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Friday, June 11, 2004


From Dot Clark's collection: What is a farmer?

This is a copy of a piece in praise of farmers that Dot Clark had stashed away with other memorable articles collected from the 1930s and 40s. She had copies printed for those who attended the Carlisle Conservation Foundation and Carlisle Land Trust annual meeting in the Clark barn on Concord Street on Sunday.

The annual meeting of the Carlisle Conservation Foundation and Carlisle Land Trust was held on Sunday in the Clark barn on Concord Street. The hostess for the event was Dot Clark (center) who is shown in front of a Clark Farm photo display, along with Larry Sorli (left) and Steve Golson. (Photo by Mike Quayle)

A farmer is a paradox — he is an overall executive with his home his office; a scientist using fertilizer attachments; a purchasing agent in an old straw hat; a personnel director with grease under his fingernails; a dietician with a passion for alfalfa, aminos, and antibiotics; a production expert with a surplus, and a manager battling a price-cost squeeze.

He manages more capital than most of the businessmen in town. He likes sunshine, good food, State Fairs, dinner at noon, auctions, his neighbors, his shirt collar unbuttoned and, above all, a good soaking rain in August.

He is not much for droughts, ditches, throughways, experts, weeds, the eight-hour day, grasshoppers or helping with housework.

Farmers are found in fields — plowing up, seeding down, rotating from, planting to, fertilizing with, spraying for, and harvesting. Wives help them, little boys follow them, the Agriculture Department confuses them, city relatives visit them, salesmen detain them and wait for them, weather can delay them — but it takes Heaven to stop them.

A farmer is both Faith and Fatalist - he must have faith to continually meet the challenges of his capacities amid an ever-present possibility that an act of God (a late spring, an early frost, tornado, flood, drought) can bring his business to a stand-still. You can reduce his acreage but you can't restrain his ambition.

Might as well put up with him - he is your friend, your competitor, your customer, your source of food, fiber and self-reliant young citizens to help replenish your cities. He is your countryman - a denim-dressed, business-wise, fast-growing statesman of stature. And when he comes in at noon, having spent the energy of his hopes and dreams, he can be recharged anew with the magic words: "The market's up."

2004 The Carlisle Mosquito