Farm life has always meant hard work, resilience, and long days. The challenges are real, but so is the satisfaction that comes from seeing the results of that labor. Farming teaches you to face uncertainty, adapt when things don’t go as planned, and keep going even when the path is difficult.

My family’s farming roots stretch back generations, beginning before they immigrated from Moravia in what is now the Czech Republic. My great-grandfather was born in 1890 in Waller, Texas, and by 1906 the family had settled in Fort Bend County. The homestead I was raised on, built by my great-grandparents, still stands today with more than a century of history behind it.

My grandparents grew up next door to each other, and my grandmother’s family owned the nearby cotton gin — the same gin shown in the photos on this page. In 1925, my great-grandfather purchased the Guy Gin and later sold it to Farm Bureau, which eventually became part of the Texas Cotton Growers Gin Association. While the gin itself is no longer there today, the family home remains near where the old railroad tracks once ran.

My heart has always been rooted in the farm. Each year of farming is a leap of faith; planting, tending, and trusting that the season will reward the work put into it. Being raised here taught me the value of perseverance, responsibility, and faith through both the good years and the difficult ones.

At the farm, there’s also a deep sense of community. Around here, everyone is family, whether you’ve been here your whole life or you’re just passing through. There’s a reason people jokingly call it the country club: you can always find good company, a cold beer, and something cooking.

The fields, the gin, and the harvest seasons that followed shaped the rhythm of life here, and they continue to shape the stories shared on this page.

— Megan Mikeska
Fifth-generation farmer’s daughter

Farmers are becoming fewer, yet the world still depends on the hands that grow its food and fiber.

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