Memoirs of the Burgdorf Family Farm

On a sunny afternoon in June 2009, I visited the Burgdorf Family Farm. As I parked my vehicle in front of the house I got out of the car and walked around looking at the barns, the house, the fields, and the orchard. I even peaked through the windows wishing to see my Grandma or one of my Great Aunts or Uncles inside. But no one was home, they had all passed away. I wiped the tears from my cheek and continued to take several pictures and remembered how much fun the farm had been as a child. I returned to my car and turned it around and proceeded down the long drive way. One, I remember traveling often as a child. When I pulled out of the drive I remember thinking, I have to write a story about this place. This was not just a thought in my head; it was a burning desire to write about the farm and the heritage of the Burgdorfs. The seed was planted and the desire to write my memoirs about the Family Farm was born. I look back at the memories of the farm that I hold so dear and near to my heart and think of how two of the Brothers never left the farm and how several siblings returned to the farm (after the loss of a spouse) to live out the rest of their lives. The heritage of The Burgdorfs is one where God and Family are the most important things in life.