There are no dynasties or legacies

Eddy, despite the temptation of farming in New Zealand, was planning during those many months for his return to the farm.  The letters to Gus were regular and of a similar theme, consisting of lists of projects that would render the farm both profitable and attractive.  Eddy wanted the farm to look “it’s best” in order to be an appropriate backdrop for the new hay loader he was importing from New Zealand.  Eddy was also preparing for the visit of Mr. and Mrs. Naef, Gus’s parents.  The Naef family in Switzerland made financial contributions to the farm and Eddy wanted to impress on them the viability of the business. 

Trying to make the farm a profitable business has been an ongoing issue since it’s inception, similar to the vast majority of farms other than those in the agribusiness class.  Eddy had already begun the pattern of working “off” the farm before he went to New Zealand and despite all his plans while he was away he would continue to use outside employment to support his family upon his return.  The hay loader idea was one of many that were explored over the years to no avail.  By the time my husband and I moved to the farm Shuswap Lake had become a popular tourist destination, which is why we actively explored and then developed an agritourism concept. 

The other challenge other than financial was the merging of families on the farm.  The introduction of new members in a family can raise issues of power and control, especially when there is a family business to consider. There are indications that Eddy had emerged in a leadership role, most likely occurring after the passing of his grandfather.  I have the wisdom of time to know that the partnership did more or less succeed, only disintegrating at this point in the history of the farm.  The new sign post below symbolizes what did take place successfully for many years, the cooperation of families working together towards a common goal.

Renee standing beside the new entrance sign

There are no dynasties

Mark the name everywhere, and it all still goes.

There are no dynasties, legacies.

Loss makes us all the same.

Yes, you are holding on so tight, wanting it all.

Wisdom warns us, history can show us,

That it all ends, maybe all that is left is our souls.

All the endless grasping, beating down.

For nothing.

And it robs from the present, a time stealer.

That is my sorrow, all the lost moments,

wasted it seems in circles of thought.

So easy to be free.

Just let go.

Caroline Miege