Who are we?
We come from generations of farmers that have all taken great pride in growing quality food whether it is cash crops or fruits and vegetables with the random livestock thrown in there.
My husband can trace his heritage back to a convict. Yes, a convict. He was brought to the United States as an indentured servant from Britain. He decided that being indentured wasn’t for him and escaped to Belle Isle, in what he thought was a part of Canada. However, after discovering that Belle Isle was still American, he moved further South to the Southern Shores of Essex County, outside of Harrow to be exact. He began farming in late 1800s and the Wright family has been here ever since.
I don’t have quite as sensational of an origin story. My grandfather purchased late in the late 1950s in what is known as Lakeshore now but was then Maidstone. He didn’t grow up as a farmer and had to learn as he went which is no small feat as any farmer will tell you. He was able to support his family from the farm and later my father joined and started working on the farm as well. I can remember many summer breaks where I was out in the fields hoeing weeds or later picking tomatoes. I still can’t stand tomato worms or the smell of tomato plants, it is my one weakness. Spiders and snakes, no problem… tomato worms, yikes.
Life as a farmer isn’t easy. It takes hard work and dedication and a certain laissez faire attitude. You can’t control if a hail storm ruins the whole crop or a rainless month, add fluctuating commodity prices and your wife starting a cidery and you’ve got to learn how to roll with the punches. But there is nothing that we would rather do, this is who we are. A sentiment that many farmers can relate to. It takes a special kind of person to get up every morning, to feed animals or harvest in the cold or heat so the crop doesn’t go bad when you’d rather be sleeping. There are few weekends off, or quitting the day at 5. As a farmer, you need to love what you are doing.