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News About Gordon
Honorary Chapter FFA Degree from the University of Minnesota Crookston Collegiate FFA for preserving Farm Heritage and promoting Agricultural Literacy through literature.
Article about Gordon in the Redwood Falls Gazette. Click HERE.
Article about Gordon in the Pioneer Press. Click HERE.
Review by Jeri L. Dobrowski in Cowboy Jam Session: Western Culture News & Reviews. Click HERE.
Article in St. Paul Pioneer Press, "A former farm kid shares his stories of growing up in Lakeville." Click HERE.
Prologue to Farm
Imagine an era
that’s diff’rent from now,
When times were not better,
but pleasing, somehow.
It’s the year 1950,
when farming was done
By Mother and Father
and Daughter and Son.
by Gordon W. Fredrickson
Reader Views Literary Award Winners
If I Were a Farmer Awarded first place in the children – toddler to 5 category
Farm Country Halloween Awarded second place in the children – early reader (6 to 8)
Prologue to the Farm Country Tales
Imagine an era that’s diff’rent from now,
When times were not better, but pleasing, somehow.
It’s the year 1950, when farming was done
By Mother and Father and Daughter and Son.
With tractors and horses they worked on the land.
Lacking equipment, they managed by hand:
Tilling and planting and tending the crop,
Harvesting, storing--their work didn’t stop.
Family members in morning and eve
Had responsibilities they couldn’t leave.
With milk pails and pitchforks they chored twice a day,
Milking cows, pumping water, and feeding cows hay.
They fed mash to white chickens and corn to red hogs,
Milk to the kittens and scraps to the dogs.
To a team of grand horses with shiny roan coats
They fed mounds of grass hay and two cans of clean oats.
I’ve written some tales in narrative rhyme
Showing my family spending their time
Being together for work and for fun
And aiming to make every day a good one.
Each Farm Country Tale is my humble attempt
To characterize a specific event.
To satisfy readers’ desires for pleasure,
With fact I’ve mixed fancy in measure for measure.
My fam’ly consists of my father and mother,
My one younger sister and one younger brother.
Joey’s five, Maggie’s nine, and I’m Jimmy, just ten.
Now a Farm Country Tale I will gladly begin.
Copyright 2000, USA, by Gordon W. Fredrickson