Out with the old, in with the new

  The last standing pig hut my dad built in the 1970’s, my brother and my hand prints in the concrete of our pig show barn By Lauren Schwab I remember when my whole world revolved around the thoughts of entertaining other and pleasing my friends. The independent actions I have taken in my early […]

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My Own Farm Land

By Lauren Schwab When dad leaves for vacation it’s up to my brother and I to care for the pigs, easier said than done. Dad has two short vacations a year, then the rest of the year he works seven days a week. He needs the rest and relaxation, even though he refuses to sleep […]

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The Pig Barn – a poem

By Lauren Schwab Dad named this room L for left then this room R for right not L for Lauren or R for Ryan though that’s what my mom would like to think   The L room is always fed first “Good morning girls, it’s breakfast time!” their grunts and banging on the feeders stirs […]

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And on the eighth day, God made a farmer…

By Lauren Schwab It can be difficult to explain the tears and fears of farm life with out having experienced it first hand. While farmers often face heartache and loss due to uncontrollable circumstances, the sun usually begins to shine just after the worst part of the storm has hit home. The most challenging, yet […]

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God’s Will is Whatever

2/25/14 By Lauren Schwab As my alarm goes off at 4:30 a.m. on Sunday morning, my first instinct is to hit the snooze button. Then I hear cracks in the old wood as my dad walks down the staircase and poors his bowl of cereal. My cat usually meows and licks my face informing me […]

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A farmer’s daughter with curly pig tails to tell…

2/21/14 By Lauren Schwab Well Hi! Thanks for thinking enough of a curly haired farm girl with a slight piglet and cat obsession. My hope is for you to find smiles and comfort that just may fill an empty space or light a spark in you to think about your place in this world a […]

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