
My Voth ancestors after they arrived in Kansas
I come from a long line of Mennonite farmers.
In the mid 1700s, Katherine the Great of Russia recruited my ancestors to farm the Ukraine after she had taken it from the Turks. In return for turning the area into the Russian breadbasket, they were exempted from the draft, in acknowledgement of their status as Conscientious Objectors. When the political environment changed in the mid 1800s, and the draft exemption was eliminated, my ancestors packed up their belongings and some trunks of the winter wheat they’d developed, and they headed to the U.S. My great grandpa Voth arrived in Newton, Kansas as a teenager with 50¢ in his pocket and no parents.

My Grandpa Voth at one of our many picnics on the farm.
My Grandpa Voth had a dairy. He raised wheat and milo and chickens for eggs. I thought he hung the moon and I loved working with him. My favorite thing to do was chores with my grandpa, especially gathering eggs. We’d take them down in the cellar, wash them, pack them, and it felt like my special time with him.
When we were done, we’d drive back to the farm house, and sometimes he would just sit in the car in the garage and tell me how hard life as a farmer was. I’m not sure why he would tell a little 11 year old girl the sad things he told me. But I listened, and then I tried to think of ways that I could make things better for him. (more…)