Thursday, September 9, 2010

What's in a name and other blogging questions

Who in the world am I?
Ah, that's the great puzzle!
                                                                                             LEWIS CARROLL

  Do you ever wonder how some blog's names came to be?  Some are self-explanatory, many others are not.  In this post, I attempt to explain how my blog came to be named.  I'd love to hear about yours.
   When I decided to blog, my first thought was what will I name it?   I wanted my blog to be a journal of musings and memories, with some photos capturing those sweet, simple things that I love.  The name I ended up choosing has to do with how being a farmer's daughter shaped who I am and to honor my father.

    My father was a farmer, a very good one.  He was also a great story teller who had many friends.  He "didn't suffer fools gladly" as the saying goes and was often short on patience and quick tempered, his temper made it difficult at home for all of us sometimes.  I loved him very much but sometimes I wasn't sure I liked him. And he loved me... after all, my mother told me he did.  Although sometimes I doubted that.  He didn't understand girls, and he probably never knew much about what I thought or dreamed of.  I know that my two brothers had their struggles also.  They both tried farming with him, even though my younger brother was a college graduate with a business degree.  Neither one was able to work to suit my father for long.  Each of them finally left the farm, my older brother bought his own farm and my younger brother went back into the business world.  They remained in close touch with our dad, though, and always loved him and never held his controlling ways against him.

   I will always be grateful to my father for the excellent care he gave my mother after she contracted the fatal disease that would claim her life in 2 short years at the age of 59.  The same disease that took her father before her and would later claim the lives of my two dear brothers before they were 50.  Even today, I still have a hard time saying the name of that horrid, devastating disease - ALS, also known as Lou Gehrig's disease.  Back to my father...he rarely left my mother's side when the disease started paralyzing her body and she needed constant care.  He took her to Florida and Colorado to try treatments that looked promising...only to find out they didn't make any difference at all.  But the bottom line is, he never left her side...he was always there for whatever she needed.  I will always love him for that.  

   After my precious mother passed away, my father visited us often and called nearly every day. He was a good grandfather to my children and he was very fond of my husband, in fact I used to tease my husband that I thought Dad liked him more than me!  He could still be cranky and obstinate and bossy, but we were all used to it by then.  Eventually, I realized that my own shyness and introverted ways made me more sensitive to this headstrong father of mine.  When I was finally able to stand up for myself and throw off the Cowardly Lion ways, I became a much stronger person and I wouldn't let him (or anyone else) intimidate me any longer.  I won't tell you how old I was before I was able to do this...:)  

  We did have good times with the Farmer.  He told us many stories over and over as he got older, but they were always fun to hear again.  He loved to play card games and loved to win.  His favorite expression when he was winning was that "it's just like shooting fish in a barrel."  He knew a lot of people and enjoyed visiting with them, it was a shame that his hearing was nearly gone and that frustrated him.  A hearing aid couldn't help him, the doctor said.  The Farmer lived to be 91, he never really got over the tragedy that struck our family, he missed his wife and sons every day.  And I miss them, too, and him very much. 

  That's a little bit about how I arrived at the name for my blog, The Farmer's DaughterI will have to delve into the other areas of blogging that I was going to talk about another time, this has turned out to be a longer post than I intended it to be.  It has been quite therapeutic, though!   
Until next time...


  1. This post evoked memories of my own father and I understand the therapeutic element of talking about it.Please email me,I have more to say on this topic,but not publicly.

  2. Beautiful, interesting, honest from the heart post Cheryl. So sorry that such a devastating disease took so many members of your family. Beyond sad. Hard to even comprehend. The Farmer's Daughter is a strong woman. I think that journaling and/or blogging can be very good therapy. I journaled to my Mom after she died in 1987 and it helped me more than I can say. I still read that journal every now and then.

    I didn't give alot of thought to the name of my blog and it was sort of a joke that began on a pet site that I spent lots of time on. It stuck, so that's my blog name, Rural Rambles.

    I'll be looking forward to your "next time".

  3. So enjoyed reading how you came to be "The Farmer's Daughter." Your father sounds like a gem. My father abandoned my mother in her illness and now lives in his own world completely alone. It's sad. Other than that, all that you say about your dad's temperment could be said of my dad's. If he were still in my life, I'd still be walking on eggshells.

  4. What a sweet post! You have opened up your heart. Sometimes it takes many years for us to understand a person & accept them for who they are.

    I always loved my Dad & thought a lot of him. But it wasn't until after the death of my mother that we really became friends. He learned to open up more to me & I learned to listen. Where he used to pass the phone on to Mom when I called, he then had to do the talking himself. He only lived 14 months longer than her but they are months that I treasure.

    Thanks for sharing your heart!

  5. You have been so open and honest in this post. It definitely caused me to stop and think about how my upbringing shaped my life. Mostly, I rejected much of the controlling and worrying that surrounded me as I grew up and kept the loving and caring ways.

    My blog name is self explanatory - it is about everything and everybody I love and my life.

    Great post. I'm looking forward to the other burning question :)

  6. Hi Cheryl,

    Your blog really tugged at my heart-strings this morning, I was deeply touched. Thank you for sharing with us, I know it was not easy for you to talk about those things that are so close to your heart. I am so sorry for the loss of your mom and your brothers, you are a very strong and courageous woman indeed. After reading about your father, I think, "The Farmer's Daughter", is a perfect blog name!

    I can relate to you in so many ways. My father died when he was 59. He passed away on Halloween, which was also the day he and my mother were married (they eloped!), and we buried him on his 60th birthday . . . maybe that's why I have a hard time, this time of year. My father was a fireman, a master mechanic, and one of those people who could do anything he set his mind to do. But, he was also a task master, a World War II veteran, who was very set in his ways, and sometimes, I didn't think he liked me much . . . but he really did love me - I miss him too.

    I named my blog, "Sweet hearts in life", because me and my sweetheart are going through this life together, through the good times and the bad! We have been married for 37 years - we got married when I was 18 and he was 19 - we were still children!! We grow closer with each passing year, and stronger with each challenge and trial that comes our way. All in all, life has been a very good journey!

    Many blessings to you!


  7. It was so wonderful to read your post today. It is interesting to see the pattern of our lives and why we are who we are. I to was raised on a farm in my younger years and it left me with many lessons on life. When I started my blog my thoughts were to talk about my faith, my musings, and those sweet family events that bless my life.
    I am grateful for the lessons learned by just reading other precious thoughts from my blog friends. Thanks for sharing your thoughts today.
    Blessings and love to you! LeAnn

  8. It's very brave of you to open your heart this way. I hope you received as much from writing it as I did from reading it. You will notice on my blog that the only one I've not written about is my dad. You have inspired me to attempt a post about him; not so much for others as for myself.

    My blog title? "What's In My Attic" began as "Whats in YOUR Attic" as you may tell from my blog address. I intended to use it as a place where the comments and "guest bloggers" were featured on a huge variety of subjects, but it never really felt right. I abondoned it and later began with memories from my own "attic."

    Thanks for doing this post!

  9. Hi Mom! Well, you could have named your blog "The Best Mom Ever" but I'm just being prejudiced. LOL!

    I really enjoy your writings, just as I enjoy our conversations. This one was very nice. Grandpa was quite a character but that is what made him "Grandpa" to us - even with his ornery ways.

    Even so, I'm glad that he made you a little of what you are today. And most of all, I'm glad to have a wonderful Mom like you! Love you! Your daughter (The Farmer's Daughter's Daughter. HA HA)

  10. Thanks Cheryl for sharing your story with us... I am so sorry about your mother, her family and your two brothers... That is so sad that so many had to suffer.

    Your Dad sounded like a wonderful man --even though he must have had his 'gruff' side... My Daddy died in 1969 at the age of 79 but Mom lived until 1991 ---and she died like your Dad, at the age of 91. I miss them both...

    My blog title (Joyful Reflections) just talks about ME... I want my blog to be something JOYFUL when people come to it. I hope that my life is joyful enough for me to share this JOY with others...


  11. Hi Mom,

    Well I guess daughter and son have entered the comment section. I have to say, this one really touched me as well. I have enjoyed reading your posts and this is one of my favorites. Knowing Grandpa you really hit the "nail on the head" with your post and I know he loved you too and would appreciate the post I'm sure.

    Your blog could be named anything, b/c it is more than the name, it is what you share is what is most meaningful. What we read is memories of the past and present and will be remembered in our future. We are proud of you for pursuing "blogging" and are two of your biggest fans. Thanks for sharing an important piece of your past, knowing that it played a role in who our Mother is and we love every bit of you for that.

  12. Hi Cheryl - Nice for you to drop by. I really enjoyed reading this post about your dad. I'm very close to mine, and thank the Lord, I still have him. I also think, in these later years that I've grown to know him in different ways and have come to really "know" the man inside. Your dad sounds like a wonderful man full of love for his wife and kids. I love your photos of the sunset and the one room school. Your memories are much the same as my own except I didn't go to a one room school. I'll be stopping by again - loved what I read here this morning!


    PS - the flowering trees are crepe myrtles - all over the south! They are very hardy in the heat and cold! I'll bet you have them there in Missouri!

  13. i could have written this word for word about me and my dad, to things are different, i only had one younger brother, and I was strongwilled and headstrong and butted heads with my dad, who was exactly what you describe here. my mother was the saint and put up with him, and like your dad, he took care of her for the 3 years it took her to die. hers was from diabetes and heart disease. my heart hurts for you at your losses.

  14. I'm so glad you added the link to this post!