
When my grandfather retired from the Mayo Clinic in 1978, he and my grandmother moved from Rochester, MN, out into the country to be "gentleman farmers." They picked a spot on top of a bluff overlooking the Zumbro River and built Red Hawk Farm, named for the abundance of red-shouldered hawks that visited their hilltop home. The land was largely untillable, but Grandpa made a go it it, planting corn for many years and tending an enormous garden filled with goodies like raspberries, rhubarb, zucchini, and even popcorn. With an eye to the future, Grandpa also became a tree farmer, and some 20 years on, his trees are still growing and flourishing.
Grandma, meanwhile, tended her magnificent flower garden, kept the local bird population well-fed, and rode and looked after her 5 horses, most of them pensioners who lived well into their 30s in her care. I only remember three of them, Bea, Skipjack, and Coffeebreak, but I spent many hours with Grandma learning to care for them---grooming, feeding, cleaning, and of course, riding.

I have many, many happy memories of the farm---playing with the dogs, Hawkeye and Hannah (pictured above), sledding in winter, celebrating most of my Christmases there, exploring the fields and deer trails with my sister, digging up Ball jars from the basement of the spook house (a derelict old farm house on the property), feeding the birds, playing with my Breyer foals on the living room rug as a kid, having wild games of shuffleboard in the basement...
On Saturday, the farm will be auctioned off. It breaks my heart to know I'll never see it again. The property has a great deal of potential and has generated a lot of interest, so I hope that whoever buys it will fill the barn with horses again and feed the birds and enjoy it as much as we have for the last 30 years.