Lloyd Tiede never cries. “I have never seen my Dad cry besides when his father passed away,” said Adrianna Tiede, Lloyd’s daughter. But in a phone call with his daughter Thursday, Sept. 13, Tiede, 55, simply couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. And neither could she. “I could tell right when I picked up the phone that it wasn’t good news,” Adrianna said. “I answered and it was quiet on the other end.”
Share This: By Erik Wilson Some of you may recall that last year I grew a non-gmo cotton crop, but the year prior I grew a GMO cotton crop and wanted to educate the public about the two differences and
Share This: By Vanessa Enciso 5 Years in Ag… I was hired 5 years ago in the Merced County Ag Commissioners Office. And if you don’t know about me, Hi! I’m Vanessa, and here is what I have been doing….
Share This: By Erik Wilson I have heard this accusation a thousand times in the last,” You greedy farmer. You know you need to stop exporting Almonds. You use all of the water in California.” I look at those
In a recent write in to our publication, a concerned farmer and family man asks the mayor of Tulare, CA to open up a dialog with him and other Ag leaders. This comes in light of recent remarks the mayor made that appear to be out of touch with his on Agricultural base. Please write in with your thoughts, and join the conversation.
Share This: And another family is gone. Tomorrow morning, a friend and his family will leave California. He is a horse farrier, and has lived here in California his entire life. His wife works for an airline, so making
Follow Rob Bednarcyczk, creator of Mr Farmers Neighborhood Facebook page, as he discusses a few pictures he came across from his family farm life recently, and explains just what it means to him to be part of this Ag tradition of ours.
Share This: As you enjoy your Sunday BBQ’s and your days off, we ranchers sometimes wonder what a day off must feel like. We start our Sunday mornings at the water gaps to move your upcoming steaks to better feed
After services today, I was reminded by this poem from Paul Harvey. Paul Harvey was a radio personality that was an American radio broadcaster for ABC since the 1940’s. He was born during the beginning years of the dust-bowl, and he understood the plight of American agriculture. But what does this poem mean to us today? What does it mean to you? Does it give you a since of purpose as a farmer?
Share This: After a long day, one of the first things we do is wash our hands of the dirt, grease, blood, and God knows what else we’ve soiled them with. Your hands don’t know if you grow organic
