Along U.S. Highway 14 west of Mankato. I grew up some 80 miles west of here.
ALTHOUGH I’VE LIVED IN TOWN longer than in the country, I still feel most at home in the familiar surroundings of endless land and vast sky. Southwestern Minnesota. It is the place of my roots, the place of my heart, the place where I feel overwhelmingly comfortable.
Farms edge U.S. Highway 14 in this region of Minnesota.
I expect most people connect to a geographic location. Do you?
Another farm along Highway 14 west of Mankato.
Every time I’m back home, because, yes, I still call this rural region back home, I sweep my eyes across the landscape, noticing always how small I feel in this setting. The sky and land overtake every aspect of this place, dwarfing farm sites and farm machinery and people. Only grain elevators seem to hold any sort of visual power.
An old-style machine shed in southwestern Minnesota.
As I travel through this farming region, I study building sites, pleased by sturdy, maintained barns, dismayed by those with roofs caving. Too many barns are vacant of animals, an almost certain start of their demise.
Grain bins define a farm site near Delhi, Minnesota, in my native Redwood County.
Like the farmer’s daughter I am, I notice the status of crops from spring planting to harvest. It’s in my DNA, this natural instinct to focus on corn and soybean fields, to assess the growing season, to care about the weather.
A farm site west of New Ulm, Minnesota.
Although I’ve left this land of my youth, I remain grateful for the earth, the sky, the wind, the communities, the schools, the churches and peoples of southwestern Minnesota. All influenced and shaped me. And still do.
© Copyright 2019 Audrey Kletscher Helbling
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