In the aftermath of an Iowa storm

Ellison Hayenga had just finished showing co-worker Kari Lucin and me the damage a tornado caused to a rural Sibley farmsite Saturday afternoon, when he was reminded by an Osceola County Sheriff’s Deputy the county was once again under a tornado watch.

Hayenga already knew a watch had been issued, and he didn’t need the National Weather Service to tell him. After more than three decades on the Sibley Fire Department, during which he has taken just about every storm spotter training that’s been offered, Hayenga has a sense for these things. Saturday’s steamy conditions and hazy sky served as fair warning.

When Kari and I arrived at the Sibley Fire Hall just before noon on Saturday, it was Hayenga who shared with us stories of the Friday night rescues. He talked of the extrication efforts needed to remove 11 victims from three vehicles that, while shielded from a highway overpass on the south side of town, were picked up by the powerful tornado and tossed about — one landing approximately 50 yards from where its driver sought shelter.

It was Hayenga and another firefighter who showed us the dots on a county map — dots representing farm places that suffered damage from the six confirmed tornadoes that swept across Osceola County.

Ultimately, it was also Hayenga who served as our media escort through the hardest hit areas of the countryside.

And that’s where the story of one man’s encounter with Mother Nature begins.

Sibley firefighters were paged at about 9:45 p.m. Friday to perform their dual roles as storm spotters. Hayenga and another guy took the department’s grass rig and headed west of town and, unknowingly, right into the path of the storm.

Said Hayenga, most guys won’t ride with him anymore when it comes to storm spotting. Whether it’s his high level of training, or just unfortunate luck, he seems to end up where the action is.

Friday night was no exception. It was Hayenga and his truckmate that spotted the tornado, then three tornadoes, that descended from the sky southeast of Little Rock. Had it not been for the constant streaks of lightning, they never would have seen them.

“It made it tough with darkness,” he shared. Then, with an uneasy little laugh, he said, “I seem to be chasing or getting chased.”

As Hayenga steered his truck down a gravel road during our guided tour, he slowed a bit to show us just where he first saw the twister appear.

It had been raining so hard Friday night that they had to slow down to about 5 mph for a while.

“We couldn’t see them — we were kind of sensing where they were,” Hayenga said.

Tornadoes are unpredictable. They can change course faster than any human can react, but for a trained spotter like Hayenga, tracking the storm is just part of what he signed on for 31 years ago.

As we journeyed from one damaged farm to another, Hayenga told us that he had called Sibley Fire Chief Ken Huls by 5 o’clock Friday afternoon with an uneasy feeling that something would pop in the county that evening.

“I said, ‘This one is very different,’” he recalled. “I’ve gotten to read the weather more.”

Well, that just begged my next question. Here we were, traveling the back roads of Osceola County over the noon hour on Saturday, already aware that we were in a tornado watch.

“What about today?” I asked. “Are you sensing something will happen again?”

He winced slightly at the question, looked over at me and slowly nodded his head before looking back out the window at the hazy Saturday sky.

That night, as the tornado sirens sounded in Worthington and the TV weatherman reported rotations and sightings just to our south — in Osceola County — I thought of Hayenga. I imagined he was out chasing the storms, running on adrenaline and very little sleep, but still doing his job.

He and the rest of the Sibley Fire Department — as well as the sheriff’s office, ambulance and rescue crews, and the multiple departments who provided mutual aid — deserve many thanks for the work they did this past weekend, and the work they continue to do to protect and serve the public.

Take a trip to the farm on Saturday

I was driving Dad’s old farm truck along the alfalfa patch last Sunday afternoon when nephew Blake told me to watch out for the corn field.

I looked out my window and then I looked at him and asked, “What corn field?”

“That one,” he replied, pointing out my driver’s side window.

“Ah Blake, that’s a bean field,” I said.

“Yeah, those are soybeans,” declared Zach, who has spent quite a bit more time on the farm than his Fairmont cousin.

It seemed rather odd to me that my nephew wouldn’t know the difference between corn and soybeans. I don’t know why it should — he is a generation removed from the farm.

If just one generation removed from the farm doesn’t know the difference between a corn plant and a soybean plant, imagine the lack of farm knowledge among people who are two, three or more generations removed from farm life.

I can’t imagine not being able to tell the difference between an alfalfa field and a wheat field, or knowing the difference between a cow and a steer. These are things people should just know — especially people who live in farm country.

Thanks to Nobles County Farm Bureau’s Breakfast on the Farm event planned Saturday, people without any connections to farm life can see a real, working farm. They can see where cattle live and how corn plants in the field are turned into cattle feed. They can sit on a tractor seat, go for a hay ride and, perhaps most importantly, speak face to face with local farmers who work every day to feed not just the people of southwest Minnesota, but people half a world away.

Having spent the first 20 years of my life on the farm, I tend to feel sorry for people who haven’t had the experiences I did growing up. Oh, I don’t mean walking beans, picking rocks, baling hay or scooping manure — although all of those farm jobs taught me a strong work ethic. Instead, the experiences that come to mind are the little things — the fun things.

I learned how to drive a tractor when I was about five years old (granted, I steered that ‘M’ Farmall right toward the grove but still, I was the only one with my hands gripping the steering wheel!)

I made mud pies with my brothers from dirt we dug up from the floor of the granary. We built forts in the hay and straw bales up in the haymow and chased geese around the farm yard (more often, the geese chased us … those mean birds!)

There was always something to do on the farm — always some mischief for us kids to get into, and always some place for us to hide when Mom or Dad was looking for help.

I can guarantee that if you visit the Tim Blume family farm on Saturday, they won’t put you to work — although I’m sure there is plenty of work that needs to be done. That is, after all, the life of a farmer.

If you haven’t yet heard about Breakfast on the Farm (there was a story in Wednesday’s Today’s Farm, and it’s been talked about on local radio), here is one more invitation for you.

The Blume farm is located at 28319 260th Street. To get there, just follow Nobles County 35 two miles west of Worthington, then take Nystrom Avenue one mile south and turn west on 260th Street until you reach the Blume’s driveway.

The event is from 9 a.m. to 1 p.m. and includes a free pancake breakfast.

Free food and fun on the farm, what could be better?

Young love

Back in 2005, I was blessed to have a nephew and a niece born within two months of each other.

Reece (also my Godson) arrived in October and Katie came along in December.

Ever since, they have been the subject of my special photo projects.

When they were babies, I dressed them in coordinating M&M onesies Mom and I purchased at the M&M World shop in Las Vegas, Nev. (The purchases were made months before the babies arrived — and before my parents even knew they would have two grandchildren born that year. Just in case you are wondering … yes, I managed to keep the secret from Mom and Dad for the entire two-week vacation — an amazing feat for me!)

Anyway, my little peanut M&Ms were plopped in an antique baby basket when they were several months old (it was the basket my mom had as a baby … I guess that still makes it an antique!) and I began clicking away with my camera.

After close examination of the more than 50 images, I managed to find two that looked decent enough to print. An 8×10 print still hangs on a wall in my home — it’s the first thing I see in the morning and the last thing I see when I turn out the lights at night.

When Reece and Katie were two, I bought Reece his first Twins jersey and Katie her first Twins cheerleader outfit.

That photo session took a little longer because, well, they were two. Two-year-olds don’t exactly stay where you want them to stay. They are easily distracted — and easily annoyed by an auntie who wants the pictures to be perfect!

In four years, I’ve taken photos of the two of them sitting together on an old goat cart, splashing in the pool, hugging at Christmas and generally being the best of friends. (The photo shown here is the one I get to see every day on my desk at work.)

On Sunday, my sister-in-law shared a story about picking Reece up from preschool one day. She asked him if he had a girlfriend (wondering if he liked one of the little girls in his class, but expecting him to say “no”) and he turned to her and said, “Yep.”

Well, of course Kari had to ask who his girlfriend was. That’s when Reece turned to her and said, “Mom” (in a tone that said “how could you not know!”) “It’s Katie!”

“Your cousin Katie?”

“Yes!”

Well, it was a cute story, and it made us all smile.

And then I went outside to do a little weeding in the garden. As I walked past the swimming pool where Reece and Katie were playing, Katie declared, “Um, Julie? Reece and I are pretending we’re married!”

It was followed by giggles — from both of them.

Next week, Katie will be the flower girl and Reece will be the ring bearer at my nephew Matt’s wedding. I’m sure they will be the subject of many photographs — Reece in his tuxedo and Katie in her pretty little dress. I just hope my camera doesn’t capture them being kissing cousins!

Taste testers

We were three nephews and one brother short of a full house at the family farm on Sunday for a combination birthday party for Mom (Saturday was her special day) and Father’s Day for Dad. As in all summer gatherings at the farm, the grill gets a work-out – hot dogs (or hot gogs as one little niece calls them) for the little kids and burgers and brats for the rest of us.

Kids are great entertainment at the dinner table, and today was no exception.

For starters, I put a couple of pieces of cantaloupe on Godson Reece’s dinner plate.

"What’s this?" he asked.

"Muskmelon," I replied. "Cantaloupe – it’s really good."

He took the smallest bite and, while it didn’t come back out of his mouth, I noticed he didn’t eat the rest of it.

Alayna, the 2-year-old, was seated on the other side of me. I tried to feed her a bite of hamburger, but she clamped her lips shut and shook her head.

What she did take, however, was a chip from the bag in front of her – some kind of jalapeno flavored variety that burned my mouth a little earlier in the dinner routine.

I missed the reaction, but my oldest brother burst out laughing when Alayna spit the chip from her mouth, placed it back in the potato chip bag (sure to keep anyone else from sampling the chips!) and proceeded to rub her tongue with her fingers.

Strangely enough, her brother (my Godson) had the same reaction to Grandma’s potato salad. I told him to taste just a little, but it quickly came back out and a napkin, of all things, was shoved into his mouth to "clean" his tongue off.

It was no surprise the two left food on their plate, yet had room for Grandma’s special, made-from-scratch chocolate birthday cake with whipped cream topping.

It was, after all, the cake that lured the Fairmont Buntjers to Worthington for a quick afternoon visit. (The kids called Sunday morning for Father’s Day and Grandma told Reece that she had baked her own birthday cake. After that, all she could hear in the background of the phone conversation was, "I want to go to Grandma’s for birthday cake!")

Busy, busy, busy

There’s something to be said for a jam-packed week, I guess. I knew it was going to be busy already last week, as I sketched out meetings on my calendar for nearly every night of the week.

The two non-meeting nights were tonight (I typically work at the newspaper office on Thursdays to proofread pages, type obituaries, call area law enforcement offices and deal with the weather information), and Friday, which is of course the Nobles County Relay for Life.

In between leading a 4-H meeting Monday night, covering two County Board meetings Tuesday night, along with a Lessard-Sams public meeting Wednesday night, and doing my typical night duty at the office tonight, I also managed to put together our next edition of Today’s Farm. (It goes to press this weekend and will be included in your Daily Globe next Wednesday.)

I’m already certain I won’t be able to stay awake for the 14-hour overnight Relay for Life this year – it will be the first time in four years that I won’t be staying at the campsite with my team for the duration.

I will be working with my teammates at the Relay’s Silent Auction (in the hockey arena at the Nobles County Fairgrounds) Friday night, so be sure to stop on out and bid on some of our fabulous gift baskets, gift certificates and donations from local businesses. All of the money raised in the auction goes toward our county fundraising goal of $93,000!

The silent auction starts at 5 p.m. and continues to 10 p.m.

While I won’t be staying all night long, my plan is to be back at the track before 7 a.m. Saturday to hear the final fundraising total and help with the clean-up efforts.

The early morning will jumpstart what I already know will be one busy weekend. Such is the life of a newspaper reporter who has to work the weekend summer festival circuit.