Our early roots are in farm country. Dad didn't farm himself, but most of my uncles did. Even in moving West in 1962, Dad had a cousin he loved to visit in Ellensberg, Washington. The cousin lived on a farm. Ronald Jager grew up on a family eighty acre farm in Michigan. From what I've learned from the book so far, his experiences are pretty typical of my relatives.
Reading this book was much like sitting down with the author. He reports farm life and the nature of growing up in that kind of family in an engaging way.
Sadly, the kind of farm he, and many in our family, grew up on doesn't exist any more. He reports that when returns to where he grew up, part of the land is in the soil bank, another part in conservation progects and a third in the dairy industry. I think it was a National Geographic piece on North Dakota which says that there the buildings and implements stand in towns and fields like the farmers just walked away from them yesterday.
Profoundly sad. Death by profit motive.