Mychal Wilmes

Harvest season often brings challenges, and Mychal Wilmes recalls some his family faced, from a harvest that stretched into November to plowing a field in the chill of night to get it done by winter.

Fall meant harvest was in full swing and the house radio was tuned to baseball at the Wilmes'home.

Red hues in the sky in morning brought Mychal Wilmes back to old times on the farm and what his parents did to make ends meet for their family.

Columnist Mychal Wilmes reflects on how the country’s agrarian roots that dominated the country have withered, with less than 1% of the nation’s population involved in commercial agriculture.

While livestock didn't work out for Mychal Wilmes, they did work out for his brother's operation.

Mychal Wilmes recalls growing up with his father who had a "make do with what you have'' attitude.

Frozen silage, flooded gutters, numb fingers and more were part of winter chores. Mychal Wilmes recalls what helped the family through it all.

Columnist Mychal Wilmes recalls the days leading up to Christmas and all the preparations made on the farm.

There are good reasons for dehorning cattle and castrating hogs, but the difficult nature of those jobs makes them undesirable to columnist Mychal Wilmes.

Farmers did what they could in times when their way of life was crumbling around them. Columnist Mychal Wilmes recalls the intent of penny auctions to save the farm and stick it to the lenders.