I saw a farm scene, then another, then heard Paul Harvey’s voice. We sat in silence. As I watched
the Dodge “God Made a Farmer” commercial it gave me chills. The images brought to mind members of my family and made me think about all the farm families across this country who do so much to make sure we have food on our tables.
American farmers are dedicated, resilient, resourceful, risk takers. They are salt-of- the-earth people who deserve respect. Thank you to Dodge for honoring the American farmer in such a public way!
Click here to watch the Dodge commercial honoring the American farmer.
I would like to share with you some photos of me and Lad's family. We're proud to be part of the American farming tradition…..
|Farming is a family tradition - Lad's Grandpa Chief and father Duane, Redhaw, Ohio (1950's)|
|Dairy farming takes commitment - Duane in the milking parlor (1950's)|
|Dairymen love their animals - my Grandpa Goldsmith at his farm in Galt, CA (1960's)|
|Children learn about work at a young age - my father and brother (1969)|
|Kids learn to appreciate animals - my boys with our dog Buster (2007)|
|Farm kids want to grow up to be like their parents and Grandparents|
|Animals require care every day - Josue catches this newborn|
|Farming is a tradition passed on from generation to generation|
|Dairy farming happens 24 hours/day 365 days/year|
|Farmers care for their land, animals, families and community|
|We're proud to be part of the dairy farming tradition|
Here's the text of Paul Harvey's 1978 'So God Made a Farmer' Speech, which inspired the Ram
Trucks Super Bowl ad:
And on the 8th day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said, "I need a caretaker." So God made a farmer.
God said, "I need somebody willing to get up before dawn, milk cows, work all day in the fields, milk cows again, eat supper and then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board." So God made a farmer.
"I need somebody with arms strong enough to rustle a calf and yet gentle enough to deliver his own grandchild. Somebody to call hogs, tame cantankerous machinery, come home hungry, have to wait lunch until his wife's done feeding visiting ladies and tell the ladies to be sure and come back real soon -- and mean it." So God made a farmer.
God said, "I need somebody willing to sit up all night with a newborn colt. And watch it die. Then
dry his eyes and say, 'Maybe next year.' I need somebody who can shape an ax handle from a
persimmon sprout, shoe a horse with a hunk of car tire, who can make harness out of haywire, feed sacks and shoe scraps. And who, planting time and harvest season, will finish his forty-hour week by Tuesday noon, then, pain'n from 'tractor back,' put in another seventy-two hours." So God made a farmer.
God had to have somebody willing to ride the ruts at double speed to get the hay in ahead of the
rain clouds and yet stop in mid-field and race to help when he sees the first smoke from a neighbor's place. So God made a farmer.
God said, "I need somebody strong enough to clear trees and heave bails, yet gentle enough to tame lambs and wean pigs and tend the pink-combed pullets, who will stop his mower for an hour to splint the broken leg of a meadow lark. It had to be somebody who'd plow deep and straight and not cutcorners. Somebody to seed, weed, feed, breed and rake and disc and plow and plant and tie the fleece and strain the milk and replenish the self-feeder and finish a hard week's work with a five-mile drive to church.
"Somebody who'd bale a family together with the soft strong bonds of sharing, who would laugh and then sigh, and then reply, with smiling eyes, when his son says he wants to spend his life 'doing what dad does.'" So God made a farmer.