I grew up in rural Jones County between Monticello and Anamosa on a beautiful piece of God’s country we all call Iowa. I remember back to early mornings and late evenings on that pig farm: vaccinating, cutting teeth, and Farrowing. And of course, all the other work that came with it: scooping gutters, grinding corn, and bedding hog lots. It seems, though, many of the old-school, single-farm family traditions I grew up with have started to fade away.
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