From Sheri’s Perspective

I pay attention and value things differently as I get older.   As life passes and many elders of our family are no longer here to share stories, family history, and all the things that bind us together;  I find myself listening for their voices in my memories. 

Summer days at the farm with fresh strawberries, homemade ice cream, and walks through the field to play in the creek and eat watermelon.  Cool Fall days spent picking up walnuts with Grandpa so I could turn them in for money to do my Christmas shopping.  I usually averaged $600 a season (late 70’s - early 80”s).  That’s a lot of walnuts!  He would leave me for a few hours in a spot with buckets and feed sacks and I would lean the full sacks against the trees until he, or sometimes my dad,  came back to get me and load them in the truck.  I still struggle to walk by a fallen walnut on the ground, and never without thinking of my Grandpa.

Sometimes I can hear the laughter of the guys coming in from hunting.  Teasing each other while they warm by the fire, and Grandma in the next room pulling out a hot feast for everyone.

Tractor rides, hayrides, fishing, huge gardens, delicious homemade food- always; and beautiful handmade quilts everywhere.  The sights, sounds, and smells of a childhood I took for granted, and memories I now cling to.  

The spirit of this place is special to our entire family.  Property first purchased by Noble (Poppy) & Ida Dorman in September, 1922 has remained a foundation for Dorman Farms.  It has expanded over the years as my grandparents ventured into milking, and later beef cattle.  A farming / ranching legacy passed to three daughters, their grandchildren, and great-grandchildren.