Carroll Engelhardt’s parents grew up in homes without electricity on farms without tractors and began farming in the same way. As a farm boy in northeastern Iowa, he thought that history happened only to important people in earlier times and more exotic places. After decades of teaching, he at last perceived that history happens to us all, and he began writing this book. Set within the thoughtfully presented contexts of the technological revolution in American agriculture, the Second World War, the Cold War, and the emerging culture of affluence, The Farm at Holstein Dip is both a loving coming-of-age memoir and an educational glimpse into rural and small-town life of the 1940s and 1950s.

 

Engelhardt writes about growing up in a spacious farmhouse where life was centered in the kitchen and frugality dictated that every purchase be weighed carefully. His chores grew up with him: he fed chickens and gathered eggs at age six, rode a horse on the hayfork at nine or ten, milked cows by hand at eleven, and hired out to other farmers to load bales in the field and work in the haymow at fifteen. The simple pleasures and predictable routines of a Saturday night at the movies in nearby Elkader, Pioneer Days on the 4th of July, Confirmation Sunday, class picnics, and baseball and basketball games play out against a background of rural decline, alternating economic uncertainty and prosperity, and Cold War anxiety—next to polio, he most feared Communist subversion and atomic blasts. The values and contradictions imparted by this evolving mix of international, national, and local cultures shaped his coming of age.

 

“I have often wondered what city boys find to do for fun. All cluttered up with houses and laid out in streets with no horses or mules or dogs . . . it must be pretty dull.” That sums up Hugh Orchard’s philosophy—and makes Old Orchard Farm a delightful reading experience.

Return to an Iowa farm of the 1880s, seen through the impressionable eyes of a lively young boy. There in Des Moines County, not far from Burlington, Hugh Orchard grew up when the farm was the center of life in rural America. A broken binder was a major crisis. A violent prairie storm was a terrifying experience. A trip to the county seat town was a thrilling adventure.

There were peculiar neighbors, traveling peddlers, an excursion to the mill to grind wheat for bread, hunting expeditions for the prairie chicken and wild geese. Progressive farming in those bygone days meant that Hugh’s father had the first windmill, the first top buggy, and the first barbed wire fence. There was also the pricey purebred cow who refused to allow anyone to milk her. From these homely, everyday events, Orchard crafts engaging tales of long-ago days—when both America and agriculture were simple, innocent, and untroubled by the complexities of modern life.