Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Leslie Johnson

Thanks Leslie.  I'm very glad you have joined us here.  You're a busy lady!  Impressive. No worries, you can do as much or as little as possible.  Ladies meet Leslie Johnson.  Blogging from:

http://lesliesletterstoheaven.blogspot.com/

 

Rural Women Rock



Since the day I found the Rural Women Rock blog, I thought "Gosh, I want to be a part of this, but I have no idea what I'll contribute or how much time I can devote to it." Well, after reading it for a week or so, I decided it didn't matter how, I wanted to be involved, so here I am.

I still don't know the answers to what or how I'll contribute, but I'm working on it. So, rather than tell you about that, I'll just tell you about why I am who I am and what makes me a rural woman. My name is Leslie and this is my family. Bud, myself, PQ, and Brian.
I grew up on a hog and row-crop farm in Northeast Nebraska. Chores were a part of my everyday life (even though we did not live directly on the hog operation until I was in junior high). In fact, when we moved onto the "home place" where the hog operation was and I became old enough to drive, part of the stipulation of me having a car to drive was that I had to take care of chores in the farrowing houses and finishing barn before I left for school. Luckily, I didn't have to worry about the sows outside because dad took care of those during the week. It made for some early mornings, but looking back I'm so glad for it now. It taught me responsibility.

I met my husband when I was 14 when my dad had invited coaxed him out to help fix my grand parents' lawn mower (which we still had in our machine shed until a couple of weeks ago). At the time, he was the small engine guy at the local John Deere where he worked through high school and for a while after. For a nearly a year, I thought of him as just a friend of my dad's since he is nearly 5 years older than I am. Anyway, after spending untold number of hours with him and my dad working on "mechanic" projects, (since I was very small I'd been helping my dad out in the shop; I loved working on things; I actually learned fractions by playing with my dad's wrenches) he finally asked me out. Shortly after that, he decided to go back to school to get his degree in diesel technology (fixing tractors) at which time he quit working in town and started helping on my family farm.

After graduating from high school, I went to Lincoln to get my bachelor's degree in Animal Science. After my first year of college, I moved over to his family's farm (a whole 7 miles away from mine) where they have about 30 cow/calf pairs and about 220 acres of row crops intermixed with some alfalfa. We still live on the family farm where we're raising our two (very proud of the farm) boys. They spend every chance they get in the tractor or combine with whoever happens to be driving. They prefer to ride with dad, but it really doesn't matter as long as they're farming.
Brian and I both work outside the home as well, but are both very tied to Ag even in our work. He's a combine technician in a nearby town and I work in manure management and do some feedlot research. Additionally, because I'm crazy and didn't think I had enough to do, I started working on my master's in Agronomy in 2010. I hope to graduate in 2015. No rush. Oh yeah, and I got into blogging when my classes weren't driving me so crazy. I fell in love and now am trying to juggle that too (even with crazy busy classes). What's a girl to do?

Well, that's a quick run through of how I got here. It's nothing fancy, but I wouldn't change a thing about it (well, maybe a few minor details but nothing big). I'm proud to be a rural woman. Thanks to Kasse for sharing this with me and all other rural women
Visit Letters to Heaven: http://lesliesletterstoheaven.blogspot.com/

2 comments:

  1. Hi Leslie, nice to meet you. There's just something special about rural living. Sounds like a nice (and busy) life. = )

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  2. Leslie, I love your post. Feel like I know you- I guess we're all pieces of eachother. I admire your courage to go back to school. Look forward to hearing how it goes on your blog.

    Kind Regards,

    Kasse

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