Plowing Pictures, After

Kayla Garden Hat

I got these pictures of Kayla after Emma came.

Kayla is working for most of the day in the gardens now, and while she works she keeps Emma in a papoose that our friend Kimmi gave us.

On the very best of days, this is what farming looks like to me.

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Kayla working in garden a month after baby

Kayla working in garden a month after baby

Emma spends the time out of her papoose in a stroller at the edge of the garden.

Emma spends the time out of her papoose in a stroller at the edge of the garden.

 

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Baby Emma, two-and-a-half months

Baby Emma, two-and-a-half months

Plowing Pictures, Before

Kayla Shaping Rows holding rake

I got these pictures of Kayla when she was ten months along.  These are the last pictures I have of her before Emma came, a couple days later.

Kayla was helping me plow up this garden.  I did most of the plowing, but she was out there with me helping where she could.

On the best of days, this is what farming looks like to me.

Kayla Shaping Rows with baby

We moved the chickens off this garden the day before.

We moved the chickens off this garden the day before.

We use the tractor to make straight rows to guide our planting.

We use the tractor to make straight rows to guide our planting.

Justin Behind Tractor

Kayla Shaping Rows smiling

Kayla Shaping Rows profile

Kayla Shaping Rows hawk

The Ideals of the Ancient Olympians

The Entrance to the Stadium at Ancient Olympia

The Entrance to the Stadium at Ancient Olympia

For the Olympic athletes in Sochi, nutrition is a science, and diet is a central focus of the competitors.  Diet was just as important to the first Olympians, some 2,700 years ago.  And for Ancient Greeks, food was about much more than nutrition.

What Ancient Greeks Ate

The ancient Greeks did not have many foods that today’s Greeks take for granted:  tomatoes, peppers, eggplant, corn, potatoes, chocolate, and many types of fruit and spices.  These foods would remain exclusive to the New World or to Asia for a long time into the future.

Ancient Olympians ate simple foods.  For meat, they had mutton, beef, goat, and pork.  Greeks who lived by the sea ate fish, although for many centuries fish was considered a food of the poor.  Access to fresh fruit was limited; accordingly, Greeks ate a lot of dried fruit.  Dried figs were a staple of the Greek diet.  They ate a flatbread made of wheat, barley, or rye.  Honey was their sweetener.  They used herbs intensively in their cooking, which was done in earthen ovens or roasting fires.  And Greeks loved their wine and olive oil.  Athletes actually bathed themselves in olive oil before competitions.

Justin and Kayla in Greece

Justin and Kayla in Greece

Milo of Croton, the Wrestler

One of the original Olympic champions, Milo of Croton, was the greatest wrestler of Ancient Greece.  He won a gold medal at six consecutive Olympics games, and a silver in his seventh competition.  To finally defeat him, a new school of wrestling, called standing or long-armed wrestling, was invented.  The long-armed wrestling kept Milo on his feet and at arm’s length until the old man could be worn down and finally pinned after nearly thirty years.

At one of the Olympic Games, Milo picked up a four-year-old bull and carried it around the stadium on his shoulders in front of 50,000 screaming spectators.  Then he butchered it, cooked it, and ate the entire thing in front of his fans.  I would hate to have to wrestle that guy.

Milo ate up to 20 pounds of meat per day, but Milo was the exception.  Greek athletes typically sought balance in their diet, and they were very careful about what they ate.

The Original Olympic Field

The Original Olympic Field

Food Fads in Ancient Greece

The food, along with the training regimen of the competitors, continually evolved over time.  Occasionally, a great champion would emerge who ate a peculiar diet, and this diet would launch a food trend across Greece that lasted sometimes for decades.

Once, when a great champion emerged who ate a meat-only diet for a year prior to the games, a meat-only diet craze spread across Greece.  This fad lasted for a long time.  If a champion announced that he never ate bread prior to a competition, Greeks across the country would shun bread until a new athlete emerged who swore by bread.  In some years, eating honey became a fad, and honey was sought in great quantities to give energy to athletes.  In other years, honey was avoided because it was believed that sugar slowed down an athlete.

These food fads differed from modern fad diets, because there was not a lot of marketing and commercialization involved, but rather a quest for perfection and purity in the diet.  While the great philosophers were thought leaders in Greece, the Olympic athletes led the food trends.

Justin at a Temple to Zeus

Justin at a Temple to Zeus

The Sacred Truce

Thirty days before each Olympic competition, a Sacred Truce was declared, and runners were sent all over Greece with a special disk which declared free and safe passage to the games, no matter what kind of wars the city-states might be waging.  The Sacred Truce was held so dear that it was never violated for 800 years, which says a lot about how important the Olympic Games were in Greece.

As the games increased in popularity, every element of the competition was honed to the highest level of perfection, including the food.  Winning a gold medal was the highest honor in the Greek world, and the champions of Ancient Greece were bigger than the rock stars of today.  A great champion might spend the rest of his life being entertained by the wealthiest Greeks, and having honors heaped upon him.  He would likely be hired to train young Olympians in the art of competition, and he would make a lot of money at this.  Part of this training was diet.

Kayla at Olympic Ruins with the Entrance to the Stadium to the Right

Kayla at Olympic Ruins with the Entrance to the Stadium to the Right

Perfection of the Parts  

The diet of ancient athletes was simple, but the purity of their food was of paramount importance.  The ideal of Greek philosophy was perfection in forms:  perfect laws; perfect statues; perfect athletes.  To achieve this ideal for the whole, the parts must first be perfected.  Sculptors, for this reason, went to great lengths to obtain the finest marble for their statues of the gods.

Athletes likewise demanded the purest foods in their diet, to build their muscles, to chisel their bodies.  The farmers considered themselves artisans, no less than sculptors.  Their tools were sun, rain, seed, and soil.  Farmers, like the athletes they partnered with, strived for greatness.

Ancient Olympia was very Isolated and Surrounded by Barren Rocky Hills

Ancient Olympia was very Isolated and Surrounded by Barren Rocky Hills

Food that Traveled

Farmers competed to grow the best and purest foods for their athletes.  Animal husbandry, types of fertilizer, management of the soil, plant selection, and other techniques were employed to continually improve the quality of the food offered to athletes.  Not only that, farmers helped with the curing, drying, and packaging of food for the long transport to the Games.

Ancient Olympia was, and still is, surrounded by barren rocky hills.  The small village in Olympia could not begin to supply the 50,000 Greeks who descended on the arena for the competition.  There were no crops around Olympia, and there was very little grass for animals in the hills.

The Tiny Village at Ancient Olympia

The Tiny Village at Ancient Olympia

The teams had to travel great distances from their homeland to the Games in Ancient Olympia.  Some teams had to travel hundreds of miles on foot, and some came by sea in tiny boats.  They had to pack and transport all of their baggage and food.  They had to bring enough food to last the long journey, a month on location, the Games, the feast that followed the games, and the trip home.

All of the livestock had to be driven to the Games–the cows, sheep, goats–and their forage had to be carried on carts.   There was no forage around Olympia, and the animals had to be fed, and it was critically important that athletes have access to fresh meat, and that fresh meat be available for the sacrifices to the gods.

The dried fruit for the athletes had to be prepared and packaged well in advance.  All the grains to make bread, the honey, the herbs, and all other foodstuffs had to be packed.  Of critical importance, the wine and olive oil had to be prepared and bottled with enough time to age, and then packed carefully into carts to be shipped to the games.

Growing, curing and drying, packaging, and shipping this food was a monumental feat of logistics.  Some of the teams came from wealthy city-states, like Athens, who could afford the very best in transportation and logistical support.  Some of the teams came from poor areas, and the athletes had to travel to the Games on foot, carrying all of their baggage and food on their backs.  When one of these athletes emerged victorious in the Games, he was duly honored for his greatness in rising above difficult circumstances.

Farmers partnered closely with athletes and coaches in this process, even though farmers typically were not able to attend the Games.  Often, as soon as the teams returned from an Olympic competition, they would begin planning for the next games, four years away.

Olympic Ruins

Olympic Ruins

Cheaters at the Ancient Olympics

When the teams got to Olympia, they had to set up rough camps in the hills around the stadium.  Tens of thousands of people were closely packed into this space, so there were many opportunities for mischief.  Teams had to set up guards on their food and baggage, to make sure they were not robbed of their sustenance.  Sometimes there was treachery as one team attempted to steal from another, to make up for a shortfall in food planning, and this was considered cheating.

Cheating at the Olympic Games was one of the worst offenses of Ancient Greece.  The games themselves were a religious festival meant to honor Zeus, and to dishonor the greatest of gods was a grave offense.  Cheaters at the games were ordered to build entire temples to Zeus, a process that would take all the money and labor of an athlete for the rest of his life.  Some cheaters who did not pay this penance were executed.

Cheaters also faced the greatest shame possible in Ancient Greece.  If an athlete was caught cheating, the athlete’s name was chiseled into a wall of disgrace close to the main temple to Zeus, near the entrance to the stadium.  To have your name hammered into that wall was a penalty worse than death.  Kayla and I walked down this wall where these names were chiseled, still showing their dishonor, more than 2,500 years later.

Kayla and a Statue of Zeus.  She insists she is reading the caption!

Kayla and a Statue of Zeus. She insists she is reading the caption!

Food for Sacrifice

Food was not only art to Greeks; food was an offering to the gods.  When a bull was butchered, a priest first slapped the sides of the bull with barley stalks and the seeds were sprayed on the ground along with the cleansing blood.  Next, the fat of the bull was wrapped around the thigh bones and placed on a purifying fire as a sacrifice to Zeus, and the prayers of the champions mixed with this smoke rising to the gods.  Only the purest food was fit for such a sacrifice.

I wonder what those farmers of old would think about our modern methods of farming, with the hormones, steroids, and antibiotics in meat, and the chemicals in conventional vegetables.  Interestingly enough, the greatest Olympic champions of today seek out only the purest of foods—a pursuit very similar to the competitors of old.

Farmers and their Champions

At the ruins in Ancient Olympia, the site of the original games, Kayla and I walked down a long wall of beautiful stone panels telling about the crops and the livestock of the city-states of Greece, and how this food nourished the champions of antiquity.  The various city-states were represented with their grains, their olives, their vegetables, their cattle, their fish, their wines.

Those farmers are lost to history, but you can still read the names of their great champions chiseled into the stone.  Those names represent the highest achievement of the Ancient Greece:  perfect art, perfect food, perfection in physical forms.

These are the ideals that our athletes of today seek in Sochi.

The Tapping Game

Kayla put my hand on the rounded side of her belly and held it there.  She was smiling and holding still, and said to wait for it.

Then she pushed in slightly with her fingers, three light taps, just above my hand.  There was a tap against my hand, from the inside.

She laughed and tapped again, and there was another tap from inside.

My astonishment at those first taps has been followed by many attempts, on my part, to get an answer from the little one.  She responds to my cues by shifting her weight inside of Kayla, or with kicks or light touches.  Sometimes she doesn’t answer, and I wait for long moments, and there is nothing.

The nights are cold now, and it is very cold in our room without a heater, and we can see our breath as we lay down for sleep.  Lying next to Kayla, nine months along, in the quiet dark, my hand on the tight skin of her belly, tapping, waiting for a reply, and drifting to sleep, the scene changes.  The new setting is from memory:  the inside of a tent on the ledge of a mountain.

It was too early in the year for that trip, and I knew it was risky, with winter still clinging to the mountains.  But it was the only time I could get off work, and I had the youthful confidence of one who does not know the true weight of snow.

It was a cross-country trek, a hundred miles through the back country, ten or twelve days if all went well, breaking brush through untouched forest, far from roads or trails.  The plan to was navigate the terrain below the snow line all the way to the river, then down a trail to a highway, then hitchhike back to my car.

It was several days into the hike–deep into the mountains, through towering forests with soft pine-needle floors, across steep ledges, alpine meadows, chest-burning ascents, the views opening up at the lower summits, a vertical white wall of barren 13,000 feet peaks to the front, the river somewhere in the unseen distance–when the blizzard came.

A dark wall of clouds rolled over the mountains and consumed me where I was hurriedly trying to descend to a lower altitude.  At first the sleet came at an angle, then turned to hard pellets of snow, then the sky went nearly black with snow and it did not stop coming down for two days.

It was difficult to walk in the slush after a short time, and impossible to see with the snow blowing like needles into my face, and as the powder created a new surface there was no way to know what was beneath each step on the white crust; solid ground, a fallen tree, a chasm twenty feet deep.  I found a windbreak on a ledge next to a boulder with a tall fir tree on each side, and set up the tent.

There was nothing to read in that tent, nothing to do but to conserve food and water, to freeze to the core, to toss and turn, to lay and think, my stormy history playing in my head, my dreams for the future shrinking to one or two very definite short term goals. The snow piled up continually with a weight to crush my tiny hollow space on the side of the mountain.

Finally, on the third morning, the sun rose and began to melt the snow.  After much miserable trudging, after sliding and tumbling in the knee-high slush, switching back and forth downward across snow-covered rocks and brush, the branches of trees dropping huge wet clumps in a bitter second snowfall, and descending finally into the green forest and the wet green grass, and at last down to the river, the water roaring and rushing over boulders and far above the banks, I was able to find a way back to the world.

But now, in this dream, I was back inside that tent on the side of the mountain, so dark at night I could not see my hands, and nearly as dark in the day, with the opaque light showing beige through the tent-walls, until the snow piled up again to create a new frozen darkness.

Except now, I was holding our baby, tiny, perfectly silent, but warm and alive and curling and uncurling against my chest.  I pulled her close and covered her in a fold of the sleeping bag.  We reached up together, feeling the smooth contours of the tent wall with our fingertips, watching our breath, my breath rushing out in big dissolving clouds, hers in short small bursts.

She pulled away from the tent walls.  She was afraid that the snow piling up on the roof would collapse and bury us.

I told her not to worry, that if we tapped on the tight skin of the tent, Kayla would reach down with fingers like the branches of a fir tree, and tap lightly from the other side.

I told her in the dream that everything would be okay; that we would find a way down from this mountain, down to the rushing river—that we would sleep soon in our own warm bed, covered in blankets, with Kayla looking down at us.

Girls Have China

Kayla and I attended a marriage and family seminar at the Baptist Church in Corpus Christi.  The preacher who led the class said the main thing to know about children is that you have to talk straight to them about ‘the business’.

He said to never use cute names for body parts, and not to use pseudonyms for the birds and the bees, which only causes confusion, and creates trouble later on.  Especially with daughters, he said, dads must have the courage to tell it straight.

So, our little girl, at five years old, while we were all sitting at the table, surprised us with some awkward anatomical questions.  I graciously yielded the floor to Kayla so they could have ‘the discussion’, and I went outside for some pressing work that couldn’t wait another moment, like making sure the grass was still growing.

Later that evening, the little one came and sat down next me on the couch and gave me a serious look.  She said she had something important to tell me.

“Yes, ma’am?” I said.

“Daddy, girls have China.”

“Girls have what?” I said.

“Girls have China,” she said.  “I know all about it.”

I knew that Kayla had taught her the proper anatomical names, like the preacher told us to do.  The little one had obviously misunderstood the terms, and it was up to me to straighten it out.

“That’s right,” I said.  “Girls have China.  And do you know what they have in China?”

“No, what?”

“In China, they have big cuddly koala bears!” I said.

“Oh, I love koala bears, they are so cute!” she said.  “What else do they have in China?”

“In China, they have big cuddly koala bears and soft fluffy white tigers and really good Chinese food.”

“Oh Daddy!  I love all of those things!” she said.

“That’s right, so always remember, girls have China, and boys have Africa,” I said, hoping to take the discussion in a different direction.

“Daddy,” she said, “that’s not right.  Boys don’t have Africa.”

“They don’t?  What do boys have?”

“Girls have China and boys have peanuts,” she said.

“That’s right!  Boys have peanuts!  And you know that you are really, really allergic to peanuts, right?”

“I am?” she said.

“Yes, you are now,” I said.  “Really allergic.  You will be allergic to peanuts until you are 30 years old.  Got it?”

Eight Months Along

Kayla Pregnant 36 weeks 12-5-13

Kayla and I had an appointment yesterday to have family pictures taken on our farm, but while we were waiting for the photographer to arrive, this winter storm blew in.

The temperature dropped from 70 degrees to 40 degrees in about an hour, and the sky turned dark and gray.  We had to reschedule with the photographer for next week, when, hopefully, there will be more sunshine and less cold wind.

But I had already dragged our fancy green chair out to a pasture, and Kayla had her red pants on, so I went back to the house for my camera.  Emma may want to look at this someday.  I took these pictures of Kayla, eight months pregnant, as the last of the charcoal light drained from the sky.

Kayla Pregnant by Lake 12-5-13Kayla Pregnant in Chair 12-5-13

January 1, 2014

I finally could see the rounded curve of her.  It was funny to be this far along and just now to see her.

Outside the windows, the sky turned gray and white with a summer storm.  In the far distance, the mountains we had slept in the night before were purple, and they were not cold and rainy for us anymore.

Kayla turned to the side so I could get a picture with the camera phone, and held the dress back to show me.

I had already felt her moving beneath the skin, the little arms reaching, the kicks, gentle at first, then more insistent, the tension curling and uncurling beneath the surface.

And now, finally, looking at Kayla, standing like a statue, her hands on the rounded curve, I can see the outline of our little girl.

She will come into full view on January 1, 2014.

On the top floor of the Museum of Art in Denver

On the top floor of the Museum of Art in Denver

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