Words matter. These are the best Farm Quotes from famous people such as Maggie Rogers, Sally Mann, John Entwistle, George Karl, Doc Hastings, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
‘Alaska’ was filmed at my family’s farm in Maryland; ‘Dog Years’ was filmed at the summer camp I grew up going to in Maine.
When we were on the farm, we were isolated, not just by geography but by the primitive living conditions: no electricity, no running water and, of course, no computer, no phone.
We have nine hungry Rottweilers on the farm.
One thing I’ll tell you is the food in Sacramento is off the charts. You’ve got good Asian food, the farm system where everything is natural, which I believe in. I like organic.
I hope that the Senate acts quickly to pass this legislation so that Americans will no longer worry about having to sell the family farm or business to pay taxes after the death of a loved one.
I spent a ton of time alone. I was raised by a feminist; I had a terrifying father and oppressively scary and mean brothers. We had a farm. The rule was between breakfast and lunch you weren’t allowed to make a sound.
We lived in a farm village, and no one could afford to buy a car or to fly. We were envious. We couldn’t afford any toys. I couldn’t imagine making a real car.
I grew up in a neighborhood that was surrounded by farms. There was a horse farm behind me and dairy farms on either side.
Let me tell you about a place where technology won’t work. When you walk onto a farm and are standing on soil, there is no technology that is going to take that soil and transform it into something that is five times more productive.
I grew up on a farm in eastern Tennessee with a very southern lifestyle, so my roots are super country and southern, but my first concert was Britney Spears. I think that you can hear both of those influences in my music.
Farmers in rain-fed, dry areas such as Vidarbha and parts of Andhra Pradesh may own several hectares of land but their farm produce depends on the vagaries of the monsoon.
I want to go on to unify the belts at light-welterweight, and buy enough land and build houses for my entire family, and to own a farm myself.
I was born and grew up in Vandalia, Illinois, a small town of about 6,000. It was farm country, and this was the little county seat.
My granddad had a 1,500-acre hobby farm that he had built up from scratch in Western Australia, so my siblings and I spent our childhoods going there a lot.
As a society, we devalued farming as an occupation and encouraged the best students to leave the farm for ‘better’ jobs in the city. We emptied America’s rural counties in order to supply workers to urban factories.
Why did I go back to school? After working with giant snails as the manager of an abalone farm, who wouldn’t be fascinated with the inner workings of the mind? They are a very contemplative species.
In my early teens, I acquired a kind of representative status: went on behalf of the family to wakes and funerals and so on. And I would be counted on as an adult contributor when it came to farm work – the hay in the summertime, for example.
I view anything on this farm as model. I actually painted Union Rags as a yearling.
The family farm plays such a big part in my life and I genuinely love going back there. In some ways I’d like to spend every day there, but there would be a big hole in my life if I didn’t stay involved in cricket.
We are aware that many national farm organizations are putting forth various plans to provide both short- and long-term relief to our nation’s agricultural producers. While we believe long-term solutions are essential, the current situation demands a more immediate response.
I was born on a farm. My strength has nothing to do with political apparatus. I get my strength from nature, from flowers.
I support exemptions from the estate tax to ensure that when Maine farm owners die, their families will be able to continue to farm the land that they have protected and lived on, often for generations.
Why not take a science fiction comic and put the characters in a small town to gain their particular perspective? A lot of that comes from me growing up in a small town on a farm, so that’s what I know and what I’m comfortable with. My drawing style is also very sparse and minimalist, so a rural setting complements that.
The simple hearth of the small farm is the true center of our universe.
The levels of poverty in 1933’s rural America were unimaginable to us now. The 1933 Farm Bill, which introduced unprecedented government control over agriculture, was a reaction to the specific problems facing producers at that time.
People lucky enough to live in the vicinity of an industrial hog farm are, with each breath, made keenly aware of the cause of their declining property values.
For a brief period, I had a gentleman’s farm in Pennsylvania, but even then, I kept a place in New York.
I loved Forcalquier, with its narrow medieval streets. Its elegant 12th Century cathedral boasts a carillon that chimes every Sunday morning. I also found a junk shop from which I could have furnished our entire farm.
People who work in factories or in the woods or maybe a dairy farm – for years, I’ve been fascinated with people like that. No pretensions. They just live their lives. I found them beautiful. They were all I seemed to be interested in writing about.
You always need that spark of imagination. Sometimes I’m midway through a book before it happens. However, I don’t wait for the muse to descend, I sit down every day and I work when I’m not delivering lambs on the farm.
In America, Blackberry Farm in Tennessee is one of the most amazing hotels I’ve had the privilege of staying at.
In the countryside, you’re always hearing sheep, birds, tractors and farm equipment.
As a child. I grew up on a small farm, so I did a lot of drawings of animals, chickens and people. At the bottom of every page, I’d put a strange scribble. I was emulating adult handwriting, though I didn’t actually know how to write.
I looked at Willie Nelson and Farm Aid as a role model; they do it every year, and it draws people together, and drawing people together where they realize they’re not alone, to me, is strategic in healing.
I don’t like technology and all that. I’m a farm boy. I would rather live in that time when you had to provide for your family. I don’t know. I’m a country kid, so I don’t like modern technology.
Well, I was born in El Paso, Texas, it was in the nearest hospital to the family farm.
Wild fish are under threat of extinction because they’re hunted to feed us. Yet land animals that we farm are under no threat of extinction. Shifting from hunting fish to farming fish – where the farmers have the incentive to keep their stocks healthy – could do a tremendous amount of good for wild fish.
And perfect happiness? Man, that’s a… the pool is about 92 degrees, the Jacuzzi is about 102 and an avocado farm.
I’ve always built furniture and done farm work.
My stepfather was a country music fan, and I grew up on a horse farm, so the older country, that’s what he listened to.
I spent a lot of time on farms when I was young. My uncle and my dad owned a big farm.
Having grown up on a family farm, I am all too familiar with the effects a drought can have on a crop.
Literary dementia seems dated now, but there was a time when a month in the funny farm was as de rigueur for budding writers as an M.F.A. is now. To be sent away was a badge of honor; to undergo electroshock, a glorious martyrdom.
My father was a prosperous hatter-farmer – making hats for the local markets during the winter months, tilling his little ten-acre farm during the summer time.
I took a gap year myself after high school and worked on a farm near Lyon, France. I stayed with the Vallet family, picked and packed fruit, and discovered that red wine can be a breakfast drink. That led to further travel as a university student.
I grew up on a farm where we had one radio station and it was all country.
I had a Ford F-250. It was a big ol’ farm truck, but it wasn’t a rig. That’s about the biggest I’ve ever driven. That’s what I drove back and forth to high school. I was a poor guy, and it was a truck that my uncle owned and let me drive because I had no money.
I want to get a farm where I am going to live for the rest of my life. I like the idea of a secluded place.
Country life is different from city life, but I think it was good for me. Working on the farm, I got a balance in my life.
I was brought up on a farm in Oxford but my parents always had a flat in London, and we’d go to pretty smart restaurants, so it’s always seemed important to eat well.
I don’t listen to music when I run; I like the quiet. It gives me time to think about my family, our businesses, the farm – there’s not much I don’t think about, to be honest.
My mom did not have money. She was a single mom, on and off in periods between marriages. My husband, however, grew up on a wonderful farm in Tuscany, in Florence, and his family was so entertaining in terms of growing their own food and using the fruit of their land. We have very, very different experiences.
If you start from the farm sector, we need much better investments and capital creation on land. We need logistics support; we need cold chain and processing capability. We need proper pricing at various stages to ensure that the producers are not left out in the value-chain.
I was blessed to grow up on a farm, and when you’re a farm boy, exercise is part of your lifestyle. Like it or not, that environment makes you work out. On the farm, nature is your gym. You walk and run and swim and have to do a lot of work with animals too.
There’s this whole split personality thing of being a farm girl and a rock and roll girl.
From the CAA to farm laws, all sorts of legislations have been imposed by the BJP aimed at disturbing peace and stability of Punjab and the nation as a whole.
We lived on the farm, and our mode of transportation was wagon and team. No electricity. I’m the seventh son of 12 kids – eight boys and four girls. Mom and Dad handled that very well. But I wanted to get out.
I had a very happy childhood. I was lucky to grow up surrounded by nature and animals, to be outside all the time, and to work on a big farm with my dad.
In 1964, at the age of 39, Flannery O’Connor died from complications of lupus. She had lived with this autoimmune disease for 14 years, primarily confined to her mother’s farm, Andalusia, in Milledgeville, Ga.
I have wonderful memories of growing up on a farm with chickens running all around in the small southern Italian town of Torre del Greco.
On my grandmother’s chicken farm, they had cows, and they had this big metal container that the cows drank out of, and we used to swim in it. And we used to get into the chicken feed bins and dive through them.
I have a 60-acre farm in North Carolina, and I have a tractor and a farmhouse. As soon as I groom the land, I want to put cabins around and have a place where people can write and hang out. It’ll be either that or an all-black nudist colony.
I was raised by my grandmother on a farm, where we were really poor – we had dirt floors – but so did everybody else.
I voted with most of my colleagues in the U.S. House to reject a farm bill that would have cut $20 billion from the SNAP program.
I grew up shopping from farm stands. Dad taught me how to smell a good cantaloupe and thump a watermelon for ripeness.
Autonomous tractors would enable a farmer to focus on the work that matters the most on a farm.
Hollywood is a cross between a health farm, a recreation center and an insane asylum. It’s a company town, and I happen to like the company!
I’m a mechanical engineer, and I grew up on a farm, so I like practical hardware – somebody’s elegant solution that proves itself over the long term.
Competition got me off the farm and trained me to seek out challenges and to endure setbacks; and in combination with my faith, it sustains me now in my fight with Alzheimer’s disease.
I produce schnapps on my farm but I’m not fond of drinking it.
As a chef and activist, I’m particularly concerned with food politics issues such as the farm bill.
The many magazines, ranging from pulp to slick, that used to serve as both farm teams for writers and lures to readers, with hundreds of short stories every month, don’t exist. Most of the doors for new people have been sealed.
If you’re trying to cut down the distance travelled from the farm to your plate, it makes sense to do the same for your pet. If we all shifted our bias towards sustainable pet food, we would be helping more than just our faithful friends.
I’m a Texan. Some of me is still nestled up there in the Catskill Mountains: the summers I spent with my grandfather on the farm and the guys I played basketball with in high school. But then that was it.
In my neighborhood, there are stray goats everywhere, and, someone owns it. Someone has a farm full of goats. At daytime, they just let them loose, but then at nighttime, they just come back. So, it’s like, in daytime, the whole neighborhood is just filled with goats walking around.
Incredibly, oil and gas companies don’t have to pay certain environmental costs that amount to small change to them, while an offshore wind project start-up is faced with fees that could mean the difference between building a wind farm and packing up and going home.
I grew up around the corner from my grandparents’ dairy farm, which was three miles outside of a small town called Phoenix.
Growing up on a Cumbrian farm showed me first hand that you get out of life what you put in. If you don’t put crops in the ground, you can’t feed your animals or earn money.
It would be so simple for the government to support farmers to become more profitable and farm sustainably.
I am through with baseball forever. I have my farm and my home and enough to take care of me, so why should I work and worry any longer?
A more courageous empathy is needed in our country to see the struggles of people from factory towns to farm towns to city towns who can’t even afford the rent in their cities anymore because costs are going so high.
A border collie named Orson inspired me to buy a 110-acre farm with four barns and a sheep. That led to a series of books about Bedlam Farm and about dogs, rural life, lambing and herding sheep.
W. P. Kinsella, who was born on a farm near Edmunton, Alberta, has earned wide recognition for his wild imagination and rash humor as a writer.
One of the central memories of my childhood is of hunting – not well; I am a terrible shot – quail and dove and grouse on a farm on the Tennessee River.
I am a peasant from the Auvergne. I want to keep my farm, and I want to keep France. Nothing else matters now.
We have two dogs, Mabel and Wolf, and three cats at home, Charlie, George and Chairman. We have two cats on our farm, Tom and Little Sister, two horses, and two mini horses, Hannah and Tricky. We also have two cows, Holy and Madonna. And those are only the animals we let sleep in our bed.
Of course people don’t want war. Why should a poor slob on a farm want to risk his life in a war when the best thing he can get out of it is to come back to his farm in one piece?
We had a small farm growing up. It was my grandfather’s farm, and we didn’t torture the animals, and we didn’t feed them stuff we wouldn’t eat.
Living on the farm taught me that life is unpredictable and you need to put money away for a rainy day.
I’m one of five kids and we lived on a massive farm in New South Wales with my mum and dad.
We need a strong farm bill that gives assistance to farmers during times of drought, creates markets for local goods, protects our environment, and helps struggling families bridge the gap between hard times and a full dinner table.
I grew up in a farm town in Indiana. In the early years I played by myself, because there were no other musicians around.
Living here where I live, on a farm way out in the countryside, in the woods, in fact, I have plenty of time to be alone, and I like it. I always have. I like my own company. And I am not the only one who feels this way; a high percentage of the Norwegian population feel as I do.
We had about 400 acres, and I’m legitimately the true farm kid. We raised wheat, corn, soy beans. We hauled hay, cattle, hogs, horses.
The first thing my writing ever earned me wasn’t an advance on a book; it wasn’t a fee for an article or anything like that. It was, in fact, a residency at Hedgebrook Farm.
I grew up on a farm playing backyard footie in my bare feet.
The luckiest person in the world is somebody who is born into a small, shabby-genteel town on a major railway connection with 24,000 souls and a bird sanctuary and whose grandfather owns a farm and whose father owns a business -whose family is mildly prosperous but not rich, which means you can leave the town.
I grew up in this little farm town, and I’ve always dreamt of Hollywood and pop culture, and then I suddenly found myself plopped in the middle of it.
I have memories of being on the farm with my grandfather.
I was once fortunate enough to live close to a strawberry farm, and I’d always get excited to drive past it on my way to and from work. Every day, I’d roll down the windows and take in that sweet, almost candy-like smell that was so strong it filled the whole area, including my car.
I’ve put my whole heart into cooking dishes that I am passionate about on ‘Girl Meets Farm’, and this has been met with such great support from the whole team and the Food Network and now our viewers.
Our farm is a 15-minute walk to Pablo Picasso’s last home. Alongside it stands the lovely Notre-Dame-de-Vie Chapel with its 13th-century bell tower, which was visible to Pablo from his atelier.
I was brought up in a very rural area on grounds of a castle. It was a working farm, and I even remember the local shepherd wearing his Barbour jacket.
I wish I owned a bunch of farm land. I’d love to have fields full of grain.
Books were my pass to personal freedom. I learned to read at age three, and soon discovered there was a whole world to conquer that went beyond our farm in Mississippi.
But as a young kid, I never did, really have an ambition to be a farmer. I never thought, gee, I would like to farm, and I want to raise these crops. I didn’t quite know what I wanted to do.
In a raw political sense, I want to win farm country for Bill Clinton.
I’m actually no longer a strict vegan. I don’t hang out in the cheese section – I don’t even eat cheese. I don’t drink milk. But every once in a while I’ll have an egg. I’m going to eat eggs that come out of my next-door neighbor’s farm, that’s just the way it is.
In my early 20s, a friend and I worked for a few months on a sheep farm in New Zealand. Working with ewes, I learned a lot about the power of wool – how it keeps you cool when you’re hot, warm when you’re cold, dry when you’re wet.
I grew up in a farm in South Africa and I was scouted there and they sent me to Europe. It’s kind of been blessed, since then it happened all so fast.
Beef should be organic and grass-fed; fish should be wild, not farm raised.
I learned a lot of lessons growing up on my family’s farm on the Eastern Shore: the dignity of hard work, the importance of planning ahead, and the joy you get from serving others. Not to mention how to collect eggs, shear a sheep, and bail hay by hand.
As I’ve long said, the farm bill is in need of major reform. At first chance, I voted to remove direct payments. Both the House and the Senate passed bills that end direct payments, and as we move forward, I hope we can work out the rest of the issues to implement the necessary reforms.
I was raised on a family farm in western Minnesota. So I didn’t have the background to prepare me for this business life.
It’s hard to believe President George Bush gave a speech in New Orleans about disaster recovery and failed to mention the word ‘farm’ or the word ‘rural.’
I have a pet lizard named Puff, five goldfish – named Pinky, Brain, Jowels, Pearl and Sandy, an oscar fish named Chef, two pacus, an albino African frog named Whitey, a bonsai tree, four Venus flytraps, a fruit fly farm and sea monkeys.
Over the years, I have been a house painter, farm worker, paste-up artist, Easter Bunny, pizza delivery person, homeless shelter staff member, and counselor for adults and kids with mental illness – I quit my last real job in 2000 to work on writing full-time.
If women had equal access to fertilizer and modern farm machinery, developing countries would produce between 2.5-percent and 4-percent more food.
I grew up training and showing Arabs all over the US. Three of my four were bred on my farm in Texas. Thanks everyone! Hope you’ll watch tomorrow. It’s going to be another great look back.
I’ve always considered myself a physical person. I don’t call myself a farm girl, but I did spend a lot of years shoveling manure and throwing hay, because I worked to pay most of my riding expenses.
I lived on the farm with my parents and grandparents. I had no playmates as a young child, and I was indulged. I helped my grandmother piece quilts, and we made pretty albums, an old-fashioned pastime. We cut poems and pictures out of magazines.
We humans are still a very primitive culture, and it’s one of the traps we’ve fallen into over the course of our lives – to forget our history. That’s why George Orwell’s ‘Animal Farm’ is so profound. It chronicles our short memory.
If you’re in any field, you should own a farm because one day you will be grateful that you are able to grow your own agricultural produce.
I grew up on a farm in Lexington, Oklahoma, a rural community south of Norman. My family moved to Enid, Oklahoma, in 1962, when I was a junior in high school. This cast me into a totally different environment. Enid was a company town for Champlin Petroleum, and there was an oil boom going on.
Elijah Cummings and his colleagues in the House are hung up on giving more money to Puerto Rico when we have our own farmers who are fixing to lose their farm.
I moved to Seattle when I was two or three years old. Had my early education there, and would spend summers on the farm in Maryland. Then I went to boarding school in New Hampshire, to St. Paul’s School. From there, I moved to London.
I am working as public relations director for the Tour de France and maintaining my farm.
My mother was born on a tiny farm in County Mayo. She was meant to stay at home and look after the farm while her brother and sister got an education. However, she came to England on a visit and never went back.
I have a lot of brothers and sisters, and each movie has helped pay for tuition. And then I was like, I only have one left in college, so why am I doing this? But now I want to go back to Italy and live on a farm in Tuscany.
I think the Democratic Party realizes, having lost two presidential elections, we need to do a better job of creating a farm team.
Westerns was why I got into the business. I grew up on a small farm in California and all I ever wanted to do was to play gangsters and cowboys in movies.
Although raised on the farm – my grandfather was an unsuccessful fundamentalist preacher turned farmer – my father and his brother both became professors.
You can drive an SUV, but there’s a balance. If you do that, maybe use energy-efficient light bulbs at home or just be conscious of switching off lights. If you can afford to drive an SUV, maybe you can afford to make a donation to a wind farm or plant some trees. It’s all about balance.
I grew up on a farm, so I’ve always been keen on nature, animals and the simpler things in the life – that simple existence.
My work ethic is, I think, from my farm life.
Organic olive farming was going to be a particularly tricky challenge, but Michel and I needed to take a risk and let the problems iron themselves out as we came up against them. It was time to make a leap of faith, just like we’d done when buying this farm.
Every unwanted animal ends up on my farm: alpacas and horses and dogs and cats and chickens and ducks and parrots and fish and guinea pigs.
I know that my image and my clothing and my output are very colorful and can be arresting and startling in some respects. That is the nature of my work, but I am a simple farm boy, and I am very calm by nature.
I’ve been writing about my boyhood, when I was a little kid back on my grandfather’s farm where we didn’t know about black widow spiders or all that stuff. But writing about that is so easy.
The town I grew up in, there were no musicians to play with; it was just me. The town I grew up in, there was two shops: like, a paper shop that sells confectionery, sweets and stuff, and, like, a farm supplies and a petrol station. That was literally it.
Make the choice, if you can, to get milk direct from farms or farm drop services. We need the supermarkets, of course we do, but we need our farmers, too.
Living country is more about your values and beliefs than cowboy hats or living on a farm.
But I don’t bet the farm on any of those possibilities, either. I’m also preparing, intelligently, to walk away from this, and walk away from it happy to have had the experience.
The only way you could replicate the way I grew up, with no access to supermarkets or petrol stations, would be to live on a farm in the middle of Wales.
I’m from a farm town that when I was a kid was about an hour outside of Omaha.
When I was 14, I decided that I really wanted to pursue polo more, so I asked my parents if it would be okay for me to go live on a farm outside the city so I could play.
I have spent my life reassembling the family farm.
I feel at some point that the farm state politics will overwhelm the Florida politics.
All families had their special Christmas food. Ours was called Dutch Bread, made from a dough halfway between bread and cake, stuffed with citron and every sort of nut from the farm – hazel, black walnut, hickory, butternut.
I also grew up on a farm in east Tennessee, so my roots are just naturally super southern, so I’ve always had that southern country lifestyle.
I love general history. That’s all I read really. I don’t read novels, I read history. I love it. I live in an area that’s really rich in Civil War history. I live in Kentucky on a farm. A lot of revolution, a lot of military history I love.
I know that a Christmas tree farm in Pennsylvania is about the most random place for a country singer to come from, but I had an awesome childhood.
In his new autobiography, ‘Capital Gaines,’ Chip talks about the farm work – and he says he does, in fact, do it himself.
It’s commonly said that if slaughterhouses had clear glass walls, nobody would eat meat. I think people go out of their way to remain ignorant about how factory farm animals are treated.
I have always wanted to open up a brewery slash goat farm. Brew some beer, make some goat cheese, but that’s kinda dreamy.
Kay Ivey is just a regular Alabamian born and raised in the country – small rural town, Wilcox County, Camden, Alabama – and we grew up working hard on the farm and we were raised to help folks around you and do for others who need some help.
From my earliest memories, I loved the farm. My grandfather was a charter subscriber to Rodale’s Organic Gardening and Farming Magazine and had a huge, well kept garden with an octagonal chicken house in the corner.
I’ve had lengthy discussions with European farm leaders. It is clear they have an agricultural strategy to support their producers and gain dominance in world agricultural trade. They’re gaining markets the old-fashioned way – they’re buying them.
I was more independent than any farmer in Concord, for I was not anchored to a house or farm, but could follow the bent of my genius, which is a very crooked one, every moment.
I’m delighted that the BBC has given me the chance to delve into the murky world of ‘The Body Farm.’
My childhood was idyllic to begin with. We lived on a farm in Oxfordshire and my mum used its produce in the kitchen. She made plain, English-style food, cooked exceptionally – it’s what I’ve based my career on.
All poetry is an ordered voice, one which tries to tell you about a vision in the un-visionary language of farm, city, and love.
I’m a farmer! We have a farm that’s part of the National Tropical Botanical Garden on Maui, and we raise macadamia nuts.
I didn’t really see a way to make a living on the farm. I always loved writing. I was the guy who won the D.A.R. essay contest and things like that, and it was the era of Watergate, and I decided I would be the next Woodward and Bernstein, and then retire to the farm.
Thank the Lord for a mother who was a general as well as a Latter-day Saint; who realized that it was a remarkable and splendid thing to encourage a boy to do something besides perhaps milking cows if he was on a farm, if he had ambitions along athletic lines.
My school was six miles away from where I lived on the farm. I had to walk and run, there and back every day, through gorges and over rivers. If I was late, there was a very big stick waiting for me.
‘Babe’ takes place on a small farm and is all about the piglet’s interaction with the animals around it. ‘Adhugo’ is more about the piglet and its interactions with humans.
There is no law for farm labor organizing, save the law of the jungle.
Olives changed the direction of my life. My husband Michel and I found a ruined farm with an olive grove near Cannes. I became fascinated by olives and found myself travelling around the Mediterranean for 17 months, researching two books on the subject.
I’ve got a farm in Somerset, and I think it’s God’s own country. I love it.
My studio, nicknamed ‘Funny Farm,’ is in a hidden location. It’s very private. Not only do I create my photography there, but it is also where I write my books and create music.
Growing up on a farm, I saw that if I didn’t go to the military or go to school, and I knew my mom and my family wasn’t going to be able to send me to school out of their pocket, so it basically came down to athletics. I knew I didn’t want to work on a farm. I knew I didn’t want to do manual labor the rest of my life.
I did several interesting jobs, working in restaurants, I worked at a lab rat farm, feeding and watering all these rats. Then I got a full-time job as a technical writer for a large scientific research laboratory.
Waiver of farm loans is not an ideal solution. To ensure that the situation is not repeated, the government should focus on creating a robust system to extend the necessary ingredients of farming such as water harvesting systems, seed and fertiliser supplements.
I love whimsy. My mother was a word person, a real quipster. She was famous in the 1950s for being a contester in Utah: 25 words or less. My bicycle, our hi-fi… in 1959, she won $15,000 from Remington-Rand for writing about a shaver. She was a farm girl from South Dakota.
I would say my fraternity was nothing but a bunch of farm boys; we weren’t really in the whole fraternity scene, but yeah, that’s a safe assessment of who I am. I’ve lived that life, growing up in agriculture and then going off to college and joining a fraternity, livin’ that life.
An orchard can grow pastured poultry underneath. A beef cattle or sheep farm can run pastured poultry behind the herbivores, like the egret on the rhino’s nose.
I was impressed by a program called New Roots, which helps women refugees from countries in conflict to start new lives in the U.S. by farming. They are trained in a four-year program, at the end of which New Roots helps them find their own land to farm and live on.
The greatest job I ever had was working on my family farm. Each morning my father would come into my bedroom around 4:30 am and command me to get up and work the fields. I would spend the next two hours before school slopping pigs and cropping tobacco.
I – I try to do as much as I can, wherever I am. So, at the farm, I’m always thinking of some new project, some new thing I can do.
I have to say that it was working with my grandpa, who grew up on a farm in Mountain Home, Idaho, that had the most influence. Witnessing his work ethic and hearing his stories gave me an appreciation for the farm’s best lessons.
I learned conservatism through my grandfather; I didn’t know that was the name. I didn’t know these were conservative principles. Starting his life on a sharecropping farm. Working tremendously hard. Five years old, picking cotton and laying tobacco out to dry on a farm, and today he now owns that farm.
Photographer James Nachtwey has spent his professional life in the places people most want to avoid: war zones and refugee camps, the city flattened by an earthquake, the village swallowed by a flood, the farm hollowed out by famine.
I adore summer entertaining. For a dinner party at the farm, I might prepare homemade fettuccine with porcini mushrooms, soft-shell crabs, spinach from the garden, and lemon tarts with fraises des bois for dessert.
I don’t really take vacations because when I’m working, it’s usually in a far-flung, exotic place somewhere. But I have a farm in Australia I like to go back to when I’m at home and not working.
The Farm Bill is one of the only bills that provides substantial deficit reduction that passed the Senate this year. It only makes sense that this deficit reduction bill would be included in a larger deficit reduction agreement.
‘Fight Master’ is a proving ground for young, aspiring fighters who want a chance to play on a bigger stage. That’s something it has in common with ‘The Ultimate Fighter,’ which has always been like a farm league for the UFC, a place to develop new talent.
Mother had to support herself at age 18 because it was during the depression and when my grandfather lost the farm and there was no place for her; she worked as an assistant to a maid.
Clean, tasty, real foods do not come processed in boxes or bags; they come from the earth, the sea, the field, or the farm.
I read ‘Animal Farm’ when I was 11, and it remained my favorite book, really.
We must declare ourselves, become known; allow the world to discover this subterranean life of ours which connects kings and farm boys, artists and clerks. Let them see that the important thing is not the object of love, but the emotion itself.
Meat production is one of the leading causes of climate change because of the destruction of the rainforest for grazing lands, the massive amounts of methane produced by farm animals and the huge amounts of water, grain and other resources required to feed animals.
As the youngest of nine on a dairy farm, life was never easy. We’d get up and milk, haul hay, change the pipe, then go to school, wrestling practice, and come home and milk all over again.
I grew up on a farm. We had 11 dogs and, like, 1,500 cattle.
Thanks to farm subsidies, the fine collaboration between agribusiness and Congress, soy, corn and cattle became king. And chicken soon joined them on the throne. It was during this period that the cycle of dietary and planetary destruction began, the thing we’re only realizing just now.
I’ve been to the Met Ball and the Tonys, but Cannes is particularly huge. Every time at these big events, it’s just – whoa. Because at the end of the day, I’m a guy from Devonshire who grew up on a farm who loves his dog.
My mother’s family has been in Maine for over 300 years on the same farm. They have a King George III deed.
I was born and raised up in a small farm.
I think growing up on a farm in a certain amount of isolation, with not a lot of friends nearby, makes you entertain yourself and kind of grows your imagination – being alone is quite good for all that. You make up stories, talk to the animals, let them be an audience, a bunch of cows.
When I visited Ireland with my father and heard the people on the farm talking, I couldn’t believe the gift of language they had. I felt very untalented.
I have lived and slept in the same bed with English countesses and Prussian farm women… no woman has excited passions among women more than I have.
The family farm is the foundation for who we are as a Commonwealth. And for over a century, the family farm in Kentucky has centered around one crop: tobacco.
My mother was very involved with Cesar Chavez’s work on behalf of the migrant farm workers in California.
I’m from New York. My grandparents were settlers of Long Island City. When they came here, there was no bridge, and they had to hire a boat across the river. They had a farm, and my grandmother had to go once a week to Manhattan to buy provisions – very primitive.
I hadn’t watched any Hitchcock movies when I made ‘Tom at the Farm,’ except for ‘Vertigo’ when I was 8 years old. I don’t have a sophisticated film knowledge, but I have seen the legacy of classic movies in broader entertainment.
I am physically fit and I have a lot of stamina. It’s because on the farm I am up at 6 A. M. doing chores. You will find me out in the paddocks, feeding the animals and picking up poo.
I grew up on a farm. I didn’t have health insurance until I was 24 years old. So, I didn’t even know I was poor until the government told me I was poor.
Farm Aid was started in 1985 by Willie Nelson, Neil Young, John Mellencamp and Dave Matthews as a concert to support small local farms in the U.S.
If you listen to all of my records, they all have a little part of me. So there’s a part of me that’s very bluegrass-y, and incredibly country, because I grew up on a farm in Missouri – I grew up singing country music. I started in bluegrass – but then there’s also so many other sides of me – really pop.
I don’t do method acting. If I play a farmer, I’m not gonna spend 3 weeks on a chicken farm. That’s a bit too much for me.
I’m a farm guy, so I like to work outside, dealing with the trees and that kind of stuff.
Farm policy and food stamp policy should not be mixed. They should stand on their own merits.
I live in Wellington now but I love going back to the farm where all you can hear are the cows or the sea crashing in about a kilometre away. Our uncle’s farm is on the beach and we are one up from that towards the mountain.
Life on a factory farm is well-nigh unbearable for the animals or birds, and it is often foul for the women and men who process the meat that results – especially in factories for chicken parts. But do not sentimentalize. Do not imagine barnyard life is a bowl of cherries.
Barack wants to stop all children from working on the farm… Can you imagine this? I just, I can’t fathom that. Did you ever think we’d grow up in America and see something like that? Let me take it one step further. He wants to disallow the 4-H from training children to work on a farm.
I had a very simple life growing up in the farm country outside of Perugia, and biscotti and warm milk with a tiny bit of coffee were a big part of my morning ritual before walking to school.
The farm uses up a lot of my creative urges. It’s a sort of rough and ready space, I don’t film there.
First of all, I have to have trucks because I live most of my time on a horse farm, so I’ve gotta have trucks. It’s in the northeast; I’ve got to have pickup trucks to move snow, number one. Number two, just if I’m driving, I don’t have to have an SUV, but I want a big car.
When I was growing up in north-west London, our milkman’s cart was pulled by a horse, and cattle still grazed on the meadows near Church Farm.
In high school, I went to a place called the Mountain School. It’s on a farm in Vermont, and I read Emerson and Thoreau and ran around the woods. Now I go hiking with a bunch of my comedy buddies. We talk about our emotions. I also do a lot of writing on hikes, just to get the blood flowing and the ideas moving.
I used to love martial arts movies starring Bruce Lee and Jean Claude Van Damme. In one of Van Damme’s movies, he would break a pine tree. I would kick banana trees because I used to live on a farm. My father would get mad at me because I would break all of the banana trees around.
I live in New York and it’s the greatest city, but sometimes I want to move to the place with the porch and the lemonade and the farm.
Running a farm is about solving a problem, and that’s always interesting to me. But it’s a constant process.
The federal government does not have the authority to tell landowners and ranchers and farmers that they can’t farm and ranch their land because someday an endangered species might live there.
Do we need farm program reform? Absolutely.
I lived the first five years of my life on a farm in Union City, Michigan, with my mom and grandparents. It was the most magical time of my life.
I wasn’t a comic book aficionado at all when I was a kid, but my cousin Weed was. Every time we went to visit him on the farm, he had two really fun things: comedy albums and comic books.
America has given me everything Australia couldn’t. I grew up on a dairy farm. Now I live in Isleworth, a gated community in Orlando with Tiger Woods down the street.
If I could pick one place in the world to do one show, this would be it. State Farm Center is my favorite place.
We’re talking about a chemical that’s out there. Not just on one farm in West Virginia, not even just in the public water of an entire community there, but it’s now in water all over the country, all over the planet, in the blood of virtually every living thing.
I would hate to live in the country, unless I was living on a farm.
I’m thankful, thankful for the local farm family that gave me the idea for the Children’s Fitness Tax Credit.
The benefits of a healthier diet are far-reaching because they also equate to fewer animals being bred into inhumane factory farm conditions and fewer greenhouse gas emissions.
We need business leaders who have a respect for technical issues even if they don’t have technical backgrounds. In a lot of U.S. industries, including cars and even computers, many managers don’t think of technology as a core competency, and this attitude leads them to farm out technical issues.
My favorite thing to do in the summer was to sleep out in the forest on the farm I grew up on.
If you reach a point where your entire farm system is in the big leagues, you’ve traded a couple guys for players who are now in the big leagues, you know what you do? You start over in your farm system, and you keep developing the talented players you have.
And my father had a farm in Africa. Have you ever taken the insides out of a stag?
Let a man sow a field or plant a farm never so well, yet he cannot foretell who will gather in the fruits; another may build him a house of fairest proportion, yet he knows not who will inhabit it.
Naturally, as a little boy, I did lots of naughty things. With Les, the son of the farm manager, I was always climbing on high roofs, then tumbling off, or building dangerous networks of tunnels in the hay bales.
Volvo is like a mysterious, beautiful woman. We just look at her from far away, amazed. We don’t dare get close to her. We’re just a bunch of farm boys.
I think things like ‘farm to table’ are misleading. I think sometimes that becomes a pedestal or a soap box to get people into your restaurant but is not… it’s almost empty in a way. I mean, my food comes from a farm, and I serve it on a table.
Depending on how you farm, your farm is either sequestering or releasing carbon.
The firmest house in my fiction, probably, is the little thick-walled sandstone farmhouse of ‘The Centaur’ and ‘Of the Farm’; I had lived in that house, and can visualize every floorboard and bit of worn molding.
I always buy organic and love farm shops. Some people think that organic is more expensive, but if you plan wisely, you can make ingredients go further. For example, use the whole chicken – bones for stock, things like that.
One out of every 12 jobs in the economy is connected in some way, shape or form to what happens on the farm.
In our economic structure, the people who work the hardest oftentimes make the least. I know migrant farm workers who do back-breaking labor every day, or Uber drivers and Lyft drivers who drive 10 to 12 hours a day in traffic. You can’t be lazy doing that kind of work.
We live on a farm and we’ve never been happier, living in the country and pootling about. We keep chickens, turkeys and pigs, and I grow veg – it’s perfect.
It was depressing, very depressing. I worried about how I would make a living. I didn’t want to stay on the farm. It didn’t offer the challenge I wanted and yet, without a college education, I felt that I was really out of luck.
My dad and one brother are working the farm. They laughed when I said I wanted to act. We work very hard, but for my family, it’s just another experience in life, y’know?
Though it’s frequently portrayed as this crazy, unbridled festival of rain-soaked, stoned hippies dancing in the mud, Woodstock was obviously much more than that – or we wouldn’t still be talking about it in 2009. People of all ages and colors came together in the fields of Max Yasgur’s farm.
I grew up in Newell’s Old Boys and will never manage Rosario Central. That is my decision because I prefer to work on my farm in Argentina than in some places.
The small family farm is dying; people’s lives are being dislocated.
I have a happy temperament: a bit like ‘Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm.’
The attitude we have towards our personal pets as opposed to the animals that suffer under the factory farm is hypocritical and delusional.
Gang of Four doesn’t reinvent anything in ‘Never Pay for the Farm,’ but its members are having a blast with their second lease on life.
I do not run late. Growing up on a farm, you’re just not late when it’s time to do chores or go to work. I grew up Mennonite, and so that work ethic and timeliness was just ingrained in me from a very young age.
People in Eastern Washington should be confident in knowing that the government will not come and seize their property or farm land. Legislation is needed to correct this decision and restore the principle of having limited government involvement.
I’ve got two pigs, which doesn’t constitute a farm. I just keep them in a field. They are very pleasant.
My father had a real short fuse. He had a tough life – had to support his mother and brother at a very young age when his dad’s farm collapsed. You could see his suffering, his terrible suffering, living a life that was disappointing and looking for another one. My father was full of terrifying anger.
On the surface, our lives seemed idyllic. My four siblings and I grew up on a 150-acre farm in Oxfordshire, and spent every holiday at our other house on the Cornish coast.
I was 46 when ‘Cold Mountain’ came out. I was settled. We had a nice house in Raleigh and a horse farm.
I had half my family that were farmers, and I was really pretty good at repairing farm equipment. There was certainly a period of time where I would have been happy to do that, just to be a farm equipment repairman in Dalemead, Alberta.
I lived a normal life for a number of years. I had kids. I lived up on a farm in Gloucestershire in rural England, and just kind of got back to reality again.
I want to see the farm piece passed, but the nearly a trillion dollars in SNAP spending for food stamps is way too much.
I grew up on an organic farm in England. And I was a vegetarian from an early age – not just for health, not for the environment – just because I didn’t believe in killing animals to eat them.
Daddy had a farm – cows, pigs, OK, a big garden, OK? We did live off the land, and then we would supplement all that with whatever we could kill or catch. Whether we’d kill squirrels, deer, duck, or caught catfish or brim, that was what went on the table.
When I lived summers at my grandparents’ farm, haying with my grandfather from 1938 to 1945, my dear grandmother Kate cooked abominably. For noon dinners, we might eat three days of fricasseed chicken from a setting hen that had boiled twelve hours.
I came from quite a free background living on this small holding farm, getting on my bike and running round the field and going on little adventures and always felt like a very independent person.
The whole tax code should be looked at, all the way from farm subsidies to carried interest to – to corporate loopholes, because we really need to raise more revenue.
According to the ‘food waste pyramid,’ ensuring that food is eaten by people is the top priority. Failing that, the next best thing is to feed it to farm animals.
It has long been a childhood dream of mine to have a farm.
As a son of Jamaican immigrants whose father cut sugarcane as a contract farm worker for over a decade and whose mother was a cook who fed those migrant workers out in the fields, the odds have always been against me growing up in rural South Bay, Fla.
Farm workers are society’s canaries. Farm workers – and their children – demonstrate the effects of pesticide poisoning before anyone else.
Since I was a little girl, I’ve collected ladybugs. Not real ones – I never had a weird ladybug farm!
I was writing country songs, but I wasn’t listening to country yet. I grew up on a farm in East Tennessee, so my roots are country, you know? But I didn’t know where those songs came from or where they fit.
‘You have chickens?’ That’s what nearly everyone asks next, after they find out about our family pets. They just need to make sure they heard me correctly. Perhaps it’s because I don’t come across to most as a rural-loving farm girl.
I thought I’d love to be a gardener because I grew up with a vegetable garden and I love being close to the Earth and growing things. At my home in L.A., I have a great garden and I grow all kinds of things. I even have a worm farm! The worms help create organic compost out of kitchen scraps.
I think the extent to which I have any balance at all, any mental balance, is because of being a farm kid and being raised in those isolated rural areas.
Yes, agriculture subsidies are far too generous. They need to be reined in because they cater to special interests while distorting free market competition. Yes, the farm laws are an anachronistic mess.
All I really want is a three-room house. The home I have designed at my new farm in Bedford, New York, is a three-room house: bedroom on top, living room in the middle, and kitchen on the ground.
Fortunately, unlike my teachers and classmates, my parents never forced gender roles or even a ended identity on me. I grew up on a farm, so all that mattered was working hard.
As a parent, I tell my boys to keep away their smartphones and go outdoors and play. I take them to our farm where my father does a bit of farming, where they get their hands dirty. It is their digital detox.
We started Marley Coffee from a farm perspective, and ever since, we’ve been doing things in a sustainable way and organically.
My grandparents back in Kentucky owned a tobacco farm. So, to make money in the summer, we could cut and chop and top and house and strip the tobacco.
I came from a dirt farm, now I’m filthy rich.
I farm – there is something visceral about being attached to the land. I am a recording engineer. I do my own laundry most days, and I get on with the business of living.
I was working on the farm to get in shape, about a mile away from my parents. You know, I did everything as a kid to stay in shape – jogging, work on the farm, driving the tractor. I’ll never forget.
I was brought up on a council estate in the countryside near Stoke Prior in Worcestershire, but I adored visiting the farm where my father worked.
I remember Farooque Sahab would bring volumes of nice food on set for the whole unit. Not just that, he would send sackfuls of mangoes from his farm in Gujarat.
Growing up on a farm was the best. I remember loving that expanse of space. The sky at night was so clear, I could see every star.
Missouri farm and ranch families are the backbone of this state.
I was raised on a farm in Kansas where we lived next door to my Grandma Dew, and I was her shadow. We went everywhere together – to the bank, the doctor, the Early Bird Garden Club, and to an endless procession of Church meetings.
Upon the farm of the uncle with whom I lived, we did know of the mortgage as some dreadful damper on youthful hopes of things that could not be bought. I do have a vivid recollection that the major purpose of a farm was to produce a living right on the spot for the family.
I was born in Mumbai and raised in Mangalore at my grandmother’s home which had a farm with animals.
I want to feed my kid something that is real and not processed. It’s hard to do. People are working and busy. The question is: Is it worth it? Is it worth stopping at the farm stand or supermarket to buy fresh ingredients?
My sister was three years older than me, and she was like the stone-cold ’70s fox. I looked like a short Polish farm woman, and so our journals were wildly different.
I moved to Princeton, Indiana, and became a professional Farm Manager for that Princeton Farms.
I was a farm kid from the plains of South Venezuela, from a very poor family. I grew up in a palm tree house with an earthen floor.
If you fill your Agriculture Committee with representatives of commodity farmers, and you don’t have urbanites, you don’t represent eaters, okay? You don’t have people from New York City on these committees, you are going to end up with the kind of farm bills we have: a piece of special interest legislation.
I had bought a farm, was trying to rebuild my life and just looking to be left alone. Then I get charged with perjury strictly for political purposes.
I’m comfortable in any situation. I don’t have fears about a lot of things. It’s not a survival thing, but on a farm, you always look after yourself. You’re very independent, but you’re still very family-oriented.
Many small business owners want to pass their family legacy on to their kids and grandkids, but they are turned over to vulture funds because the family may be asset rich but lacks the cash to pay the estate taxes. I have met people who literally sold the farm to pay the taxes.
After the first Olive Farm book was published, in 2001 I got a three-book deal with Orion for a large sum of money. Obviously it did not come all at once, but it made the difference to living here on a shoestring to being able to turn the whole place around.
Passing on a full scholarship to MIT would be irrational for me, but to my father and his parents, what would have been the point of spending five years at one of the world’s most prestigious universities if he just ended up back on the farm?
It’s a character I’ve created. Actually, that’s pretty much the opposite of me, off a farm in the Midwest.
I was in Nicaragua with the Sandinistas. I’ve argued for Leonard Peltier, Mumia Abu-Jamal, the United Farm Workers. I’ve been a radical for a long time. I guess it’s too bad. I’d be more marketable as a right-wing redneck. But I got into this to tell the truth as I saw it.
I grew up on a farm – it was a lovely life; we’d make tree houses all day – and my parents worked from home.
When I was 13 years old, my family and I lived on a farm in Puerto Rico that didn’t have clean, running water all the time.
I grew up on a farm. The worst-looking chickens are the best layers. The ones that are the scraggliest… those are usually the ones that are really cooking.
Fans of the hit HGTV show ‘Fixer Upper’ are well aware that its stars, Chip and Joanna Gaines, live on a farm in Waco, Texas. Nearly every episode features some kind of montage of their four kids romping outside with various kinds of farm animals, from pigs to horses to goats.
I read The Old Curiosity Shop before I began Blackwood Farm. I was amazed at the utter madness in that book.
What I learned growing up on the farm was a way of life that was centered on hard work, and on faith and on thrift. Those values have stuck with me my whole life.
At 12 years old, I raised a premature baby cow on our farm because her mom had died. I bottle-fed it every day, let it suck on my chin, and babied it until it was stable.
It’s not an accident that both my sister and I are writers. Our parents created an accidental Petri dish. My family has great storytellers, and I grew up in a very funny, conversational house and didn’t have television. This small family farm was a bubble world that didn’t have much to do with reality.
The for-profit college industry is clearly the single-heaviest subsidized business in America. More than any defense contractor or any farm operation… So many of them are a horrible waste of students’ time and of taxpayer dollars.
We used to make patterns in the dirt, hanging our feet off the horse-drawn farm equipment. We made endless hourglass figures that I now see as the forms within forms in my crocheted wire sculptures.
I have great memories of growing up on a farm when I was young. I still ride horses, and I would love to own my own piece of land one day.
If I were to leave the U.S., I’d live in England. But I’d never leave the U.S. I own a 400-acre farm in Macon, Georgia. I raise cattle and hogs. I own horses, too. I love horses as much as singing. I like to hunt on horseback.
The only investable idea I have real confidence in is farming and forestry. My family owns some forest, and now we’re closing on a farm. Make the farming more sustainable and the forestry more sustainable, and everyone benefits.
When I’m, like, 30, I want to go off the map, have a family and live in Malibu with a farm, and just raise my own chickens.
Until I was 21, I wasn’t going into the media. I was a professional show jumper; I was going to have a farm… Then my father died, and it changed my life. I realised I had to have a go at being a journalist to see if I could cut the mustard.
I was raised on a little farm about 12 miles out of Portsmouth, Ohio.
Likewise, with solar, especially here in California, we’re discovering that the 80 solar farm schemes that are going forward want to basically bulldoze 1,000 sq. mi. of southern California desert. Well, as an environmentalist, we would rather that didn’t happen.
I was in an organization called Progressive Labor Party and International Committee Against Racism. And I was – I started out helping to organize a farm workers’ union in Central California.
I grew up on a farm in Pennsylvania, where my parents raised German shepherds – we had about 30 dogs at any given time.
Twice a year, I take myself off to a self-imposed ‘writer’s retreat’, staying at a small inn or on a friend’s farm, where I am all alone and do nothing other than write.
I remember the evacuee children from towns and cities throwing stones at the farm animals. When we explained that if you did that you wouldn’t have any milk, meat or eggs, they soon learned to respect the animals.
I was making films about American society, and it is true that I never felt at home there, except perhaps when my wife and I lived on a farm in the San Fernando Valley.
I remember hearing the song when I was 12 or 14 in – it must have been in Chicago, ’cause we didn’t have a radio on the farm, and it was during the second World War. I had three brothers in that war who went overseas.
Basically, farm chemicals are labor-saving devices, and farmers who don’t use them – weed killers especially – have to work harder or hire more help.
You get lots of people, especially where I live, who go in to a butcher and insist on organic beef – even when the butcher has better-tasting stuff from a farm that’s been producing wonderful meat for 100 years but hasn’t jumped through the hoops to get organic certification.
In the day-to-day, farm work is stress relief for me. At the end of the day, I love having this other career – my anti-job – that keeps me in shape and gives me control over a vegetal domain.
I grew up on a pig farm, about 2,500 pigs – we had way more pigs than people.
The cows in Stella Gibbons’s immortal ‘Cold Comfort Farm’ are named Graceless, Aimless, Feckless and Pointless, and that more or less is the verdict on ‘Ocean’s Kingdom,’ the wildly hyped and wildly uninteresting collaboration between Peter Martins and Paul McCartney.
A farm bill in Washington State is a jobs bill.
My family, they come from farmers. I used to spend my summers on the farm instead of in the south of France. I loved the hard work and the earth.
I ask myself: Would I have been any worse off if I had stayed home or lived on a farm instead of shock treatments and medication?
I worked on a farm. Played ball and loafed along the fishing and swimming holes of the White River, and my boyhood was not a lot different from that of other youngsters.
I don’t really trust people who don’t like dogs. We always had dogs on the farm I grew up on near Bolton.
I’ve had to put horses down on the farm before, and it’s very, very sad.
