This morning I will travel “home” for Thanksgiving. My husband will visit the family farm where he grew up and learned on a daily basis what it is to love the land. And I will spend some time where I once played in silos and hay mows, where my brother and sister and I had great togetherness hours spent along a creek and in the timber and went sledding in the winter down an awesome hill. I will think about picking gooseberries and feeding baby Holstein calves from a bottle or bucket. Memories from happy times spent on Iowa farm land.
On the way to the home of my heart I will pass by a large Iowa city. Once again I will notice all the land development, the acres and acres of cement, and feel sad that Iowa land is being taken over in the name of progress.
And, especially today, I will think about the farmers of Clarke County. Farmers and others who face the continued threat that their land will be taken so that it can be placed under water and cement, boat docks and other recreational endeavors that will please those who covet the property of someone else for their own personal gain.
So as I grab up the dessert I made for our dinner and think to pack new pictures of my grandchildren to show the family, I wanted to take a few moments to tell those who live each day under the threat of eminent domain that I continue to care about their plight.
Thanksgiving Blessings to people I don’t know but care about their situation and the pressures they face each day.
My message especially for these farmers and others: I am thankful for your American spirit and the resiliency you must use on a daily basis.
Callmecrusader has you in my heart and prayers.