What is the name of your farm?
Our farm name is Mesman Farm.
When was your farm established and what generation is currently in the farm?
Our farm was established in 1905 on Whidbey Island and moved to its current location, near LaConner, WA in 1942. My husband, Ben, and I are the fifth generation on the farm. Continue reading Farm Feature: Mesman Farm
Note: This post is sponsored by ENOUGH Movement. As always, I am sharing what happens on our farm. The views and opinions are my own.
I have a confession, I absolutely despise grocery shopping. I know that many people might think that as a farmer we must have most of what we need grown or raised right here on the farm but that simply is not the case. Most of what our family eats comes from the very same grocery store where my neighbors shop. We are fortunate to eat our own beef, eat eggs from our own chickens and know that we always have fresh milk.
The truth is though that I have no problem buying meat from the local grocer, a package of eggs when our girls cannot keep up with demand and we proudly fill our cart with dairy products made with our milk by our farmer owned cooperative. While there is a lot of concern these days about food safety and confusion over the massive amount of labels companies are placing on food products. As a farmer, I know that there are many rules and regulations in place to keep our food supply safe regardless of the amount of labels and I feel confident filling my cart with products grown/raised by my fellow farmers As a mother, I am more concerned about feeding my family a well-balanced meal and know that food safety is top priority no matter if the food was grown/raised on a conventional or organic farm. Continue reading Food Safety Starts on Our Farm
Growing up, I never imagined that I would some day marry a dairy farmer. In fact, I really didn’t give farming much thought as a child. I was a child of wild land firefighter and had deep family roots in the timber industry. Most everyone I knew was involved in some aspect of timber from logging to putting out the flames when the forest caught fire.
My grandparents owned a logging business. When I stayed with them, I would wake up to the loggers showing up before the sun came up to head to their work site. They would show up later that evening completely filthy and exhausted. I remember thinking how I never wanted to be a logger because they had to get up early, worked all day and got incredibly dirty. As I got older it became obvious that not only were they working long hours but they were also not getting rich cutting down trees or hauling logs to the local mills. They did it to provide for their families and jobs in our small rural community have always been hard to come by. Continue reading My Working Class Roots