With darkness now prevailing on the garden around 7 PM, I'm forced indoors and have more time to devote to my other love, reading! I recently finished Carol Bodensteiner's memoir Growing Up Country: Memories of An Iowa Farm Girl.
To be honest, I wasn't sure what I would think while reading this book. Although I spent a good portion of my childhood in the country, it wasn't on a farm, with cows and chores and family dinners and parents that cared. But a few pages in and I was hooked.
As a child, Carol--also known as "Squirt" by her endearing father--is a valued member of the family and farm. As she grows, so do her responsibilities. But Carol doesn't eschew hard work, she relishes it, proud to please her parents and feel useful.
I could not do the work of an adult at that age. But the work I did, the work all three of us kids did, had meaning. Everything we took on lessened the load Dad and Mom carried. Everything they asked us to do increased our sense of value to ourselves and to our family and the farm. And because Dad and Mom valued what I did, that was the best gift of all. (Page 77)
So, what was I thinking as I read Growing Up Country? For one thing, I was thinking that life on an Iowa dairy farm is so not for wusses! Hard work from sun up 'til sundown was the norm. There were no sick days and it took a pretty strong constitution to tackle some not-so-pretty tasks. But there is also lots of delightful play time for children.
I was also thinking that I wish I could have had this book when my kids were growing up. It would have made a perfect next-century follow-up to the Little House on the Prairie series.
Growing Up Country, written with humor and affection, is the quintessence of the heartland and a vital account of American history.
Grace, thank you for reading my stories and for such a generous review. "Not for wusses." That's for sure!ReplyDelete
This book sounds charming, and your review made me think that often city kids don't do important work for the family, and that would build their self esteem.ReplyDelete
A great review Grace! Your descriptions brought back memories of my childhood growing up and spending a lot of time on my grand parents farm. There definitely was a lot of hard work done from early morning to late evening but it all seemed the norm to me back then.ReplyDelete
This sounds like a good book! I grew up on a farm, but most of my responsibilities were inside work (housework). I wish I had learned more about really taking care of the farm.ReplyDelete
I grew up in rural NC but not on a farm but in high school, I dated a farmer that raised tobacco qand he would work from sunrise to way into midnights sometimes to get the crops in. His hands were calloused from hard work, and he was the sole head of the household, living with his Mother who was a widow with two sisters living at home at that time. I gained a lot of respect for farmers by dating him. He's probably still farming now I'm guessing but not much tobacco farming going on anymore I don't think.ReplyDelete
Lovely review, Grace! I haven't read the book yet but as I read your review that I wish I'd grown up in that kind of family. But then as you said farm life wasn't/isn't for wusses. :)ReplyDelete