I come from a long line of Plain People. Known as Amish and Mennonites, they were salt-of-the-earth farmers and craftsman who worked hard with their hands, scratching a living from the earth.
By family history, my great-grandfather arrived on the plains of Kansas as an infant, making the journey in a covered wagon. Though he and his parents eventually moved east and settled in Ohio, my roots are still there, strong and deep, on the Kansas prairie.
I remember visiting Grandpa’s wheat farm during harvest time, watching the combine move down row after row of golden grain. We played in the back of the wheat truck, my cousins and I, running the kernels through our fingers and wriggling our toes down deep. We’d chew and chew on those nutty-flavored grains until it turned into gum.
The women of the family worked hard, helping with farm Keep Reading…