When I was a young, I remember constantly asking Poppy what I could do to help him, when I could finally drive a tractor, and even if I could go out and hoe the fields. He let me help enough to keep me satisfied, but I think he always knew I wanted more.
I would ride with him in the tractor, talk with him at Grama’s lunch every day, and admire his hard-working, determined attitude. We would talk about the family farm and who would work alongside him and eventually work his fields. I always wished to be the next family farmer as a child (along with the other 50 careers that I wanted to pursue), but eventually, that dream faded away, and then it came back - in a different way.
Now, Poppy is my number one supporter. He knows the land, has the tractors, and is always willing to lend a helping hand. Our work would be a lot harder without him here. Most people aren’t blessed with such wonderful examples in their lives, and I am thankful for the opportunity to know and love such a wonderful, selfless man. Thank you, Poppy - I would not be who I am without you.
