“Growing Up on a Farm: How Cows, Chickens and Kids Taught Me About Life”

UPDATE

I’ve learned more about WP and setting up this memoir/blog/book, so I’ve spent some time setting up a new blog to reflect the ultimate outcome of all this scribbling: self publishing my book.  I know, everyone is doing it and now me, too. So hop on over to what I am happier with;  I think it’s easier to read.

Thanks for stopping here, and please make that extra effort to find my story:

Not On My Money You Won’t

Diane

In 1977 I married my first husband, Dave Doty, and within 12 months we had a baby girl and moved to Baileys Harbor, Door County, Wisconsin.  We moved there because my family had farm property up there and Dave wanted to be a dairy farmer.  I wanted to go to law school and be a lawyer.  He had too, when we first met, and when we got married we had decided that he would finish college and we would start a family and I could go to law school after we got established.  And then on vacation in Ephraim, he rode my dad’s tractor and mowed a few old hay fields for my dad and that was that. He came back sunburned and happy.  So we moved. And my life changed.

I believe that moving to the farm, delivering and raising my four children on the farm, divorcing and single parenthood on the farm and eventually becoming a dairy farmer grew me up.  It’s true that all experiences and hard times grow us.  Some of them are just more intense than others.  My story is not the most tragic, nor fraught with the most danger.  But it is unusual enough for me to believe that there is something I have to share and things I learned that speak to others.  I could be wrong, I have been wrong, I will be wrong soon, maybe right now.  But I could be right, too.