Dear Readers, I have a treat in store for you. Today’s guest blogger is Katie Ganshert! She’s a wife, mom, and an award winning author whose first book came out in 2012. She and I share the same wonderful publisher and editor. If you’re not familiar with Katie, I think you’ll be grateful to learn of her. If you are familiar with her and her books, you’re probably smiling right now in agreement with me. Here’s Katie:
When I tell people I live in Iowa, I often get the question, “Do you live on a farm?” I understand why. Here in Iowa, cornfields abound. But I’ve never lived on a farm. In fact, I was born and raised in the Quad Cities, a metropolis area that boasts roughly 400,000.
Despite my “city girl” upbringing (I give all you large-city folk permission to laugh at my verbiage), I have my fair share of farm-related memories. As a little girl, I loved taking family road trips on the tickle hills to McRengo, a small farming town in Iowa.
What are the tickle hills, you ask?
That’s the name my brother and I gave to the undulating back roads, because the up and down motion would tickle our tummies. The town isn’t actually called McRengo, but that’s how I pronounced it for a long time. Perhaps my little kid mind was confusing my dad’s hometown (Marengo) with my favorite fast food joint (McDonald’s).
My dad and his nine siblings grew up on a hog farm there. Every single time we’d visit, I’d plug my nose. As you can imagine, hog farms don’t smell the best. My dad, however, would inhale deeply and say, “Smells like money.” I’m thinking that’s a declaration only fellow hog farmers will understand.
As an adult, I have fond memories of those visits—playing in the hay bales with my cousins. King of the Hill, or King of the Hay, was our favorite. Tractor rides with Uncle Mike. Watching my dad and all his siblings play football or Wiffle Ball in one of the large fields. My brother and my older cousin, Travis, used to climb up into the barn loft and tell me and my younger cousins that we were too young to come up.
“How old do you have to be?” we’d ask.
“Six,” they’d say.
Funny how the age requirement went up each year. I’m not sure we ever made it up there.
Eventually, the farm was sold, but the memories remain.
And now I get to watch my son make those same memories. Only instead of driving the tickle hills to McRengo, Iowa, we take family trips to a dairy farm (pictured above) in Argyle, Wisconsin—where my sister-in-law, Heidi, and her family live.
For Brogan, my five-year old son, there’s nothing more fun than visiting that farm—snowmobiling and sledding in the winters.
Roasting marshmallows in the fire pit next to their horse field in the summers. Running through the corn, pretending the distant sound of lowing calves are dinosaurs on the hunt.
Riding way up high in a combine with his cousins while Heidi’s dad combines the wheat.
My favorite story might be one that is too far back for Brogan to remember. He was staying with Uncle Matt and Aunt Heidi for several days. They ended a fun-filled, exhausting day at the fire pit. Three-year old Brogan was too tired to walk back to the house on his own, so he hitched a ride on Uncle Matt’s shoulders and ended up peeing on his perch.
“Don’t worry, Uncle Matt. It was only a little bit,” he said.
Thankfully, Uncle Matt is a good sport.
I love that Brogan gets to have a taste of country living.
I also love that I have two farming experts who are a phone call away. Both my dad and Heidi were immensely helpful when I was doing research for my debut novel, Wildflowers from Winter, which is set on a farm. They patiently answered my naïve city-girl questions. Heidi and Matt brought me on a tour of their dairy farm, teaching me the lingo and telling me about their daily tasks. Because of them, I was able to bring the setting to life. Or at least I hope so.
I’m not sure it’s fair that we get to experience all the fun of country living without any of the hard work. Heidi and her younger brother get up at three-thirty every morning to start their chores. They have 130 cows that need to be milked twice a day, every day. Sick days and personal days don’t exist. It’s a lifestyle I admire. One I know my son will grow up admiring as well.
Question for You: Do you have any farm-related memories?
Christy Award finalist and Carol Award winner, Katie Ganshert lives in Iowa with her handsome husband, their dinosaur-loving son, and their goofy black lab, Bubba. When she’s not busy writing or playing or reading or snuggling, she is obsessing over the paperwork and the waiting that comes with adoption, which she and her husband hope to complete sometime soon. You can connect with Katie and learn more about her books by visiting…
Her website: www.katieganshert.com
Her author Facebook page: www.facebook.com/AuthorKatieGanshert
Katie is giving away a copy of her debut novel, Wildflowers from Winter, to one lucky winner. This book was nominated for a Christy Award in the contemporary romance category, and won a Carol Award in the debut novel category. To enter to win, simply leave a comment on this post.
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