Walk in their light

February is the birthday month for all four members of AJ SCHMITT & SONS FARM.  On just two dates,  Grandpa  & Dad were born on February 24th. On President Lincoln's birthday, February 12th, Uncle Joe & Uncle Roger were also born. Maybe Grandma wanted to save on birthday cakes and was selective on the days she gave birth. 😆

My childhood home was on the farm , less than a football field distance from the barnyard. That meant in addition to my father, I saw these proud farmers mostly everyday, especially in the growing seasons, when I was in my childhood and adolescent years. They all had a strong positive influence in my life. I was saddened by all of their deaths. 

I was also influenced by Grandpa Greiner and Uncle Bub (also my godfather). I saw them often during my childhood, and maintained a relationship throughout my adult years. 

Finally, I had a strong relationship with my father inlaw until he died. We talked, played golf, discussed much life stuff. A loving bond until he died.

I walk in all their lights. I carry a piece of all them in who I am. 👏

P.S. A woman who helped , supported, and in later years worked for the business, my mother Patricia Schmitt, was also a February baby. Pretty amazing so, so many February births of these farmers.

FAITH, FAMILY, FARM, FRIENDS, FLAG !

HAPPY ST. VALENTINES DAY !

Came across this poem ; "Shifting the Sun "  A nice reflection. 

Includes grandfathers, godfather, uncles who were quasi fathers, respected father inlaw.

"Shifting the Sun" 

by Diana Der-Hovanessian

When your father dies, say the Irish,

you lose your umbrella against bad weather.

May his sun be your light, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the Welsh,

you sink a foot deeper into the earth.

May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the Canadians,

you run out of excuses. May you inherit

his sun, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the French,

you become your own father.

May you stand up in his light, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the Indians,

he comes back as the thunder.

May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the Russians,

he takes your childhood with him.

May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the English,

you join his club you vowed you wouldn't.

May you inherit his sun, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the Armenians,

your sun shifts forever.

And you walk in his light.