Retired professor emeritus of biochemistry Robert Switzers book A Family Farm: Life on an Illinois Dairy Farm is his own familys rich history and loving devotion to the life they chose. Within the pages live four generations, from the start of the farm in 1916 to its heart-wrenching dismantlement under an auctioneers gavel in 1991. A Family Farm isnt just the journey of the Switzer farm, it is our own odyssey as a civilization, and a warning that if we do not tend to the strengths, labors and devotion that provided our foundations, we, too, could become an interesting exhibit in a quaint museum.

Readers wont just learn about the rigors of farm life, but about the people themselves as we follow the authors mother filled with dreams of a scholarly future, only to see the Great Depression snuff those dreams, and her return to the farm with her husband who performed his chores and taught in a rural schoolhouse as well. The story is an emotional rollercoaster, because thats what small farm life is.

Q. You and your brother Steve left farm life to pursue other careers, thereby unknowingly dooming your familys farm. Is this book a strand of conscience cleansing as well as the documenting of a rich history?

A. Near the end of his life, Dad coaxed Steve and me to keep the farm in the family, even though he knew that neither of us were free to operate it. It was a painful moment, but we wouldnt lie to himwe intended to sell the farm after he was gone. Economic and practical factors overrule sentiment in the passing of small family farms.

On a more personal level, I think the decision hurt Steve more than it did me. I confess that I was happy to leave the farm, and I was fortunate to be able to pursue a career in scientific research and education that I loved. Brashly, I never looked back until I was much older.

Q. What do you believe first inspired your grandparents to choose farming in northwest Illinois, especially considering they primarily utilized outdated methodology for their time?

A. They were like many rural people of the time: they stayed where they grew up and they did what they knew. Neither Grandpa nor Grandma had an education beyond the eighth grade, and they had grown up on farms. They were slow to adopt new methods and equipment because they were always cash-poor. Grandpa had an additional handicap: he suffered from narcolepsy, so he was afraid of falling asleep while operating motorized machinery.

Q. As your parents early dreams had involved scholarly pursuits, how instrumental were they to your decision to bring your academic dreams to fruition?

A. Their influence, especially the influence of my mother, can hardly be overstated. She had been an excellent student, completed a college degree with honors in 1931, and had an opportunity to pursue graduate studies in biology at Cornell, but was frustrated by the Great Depression. In some sense, I was acting out her dream in becoming a university professor. I think Dads feelings were more ambivalent; he was proud of what I accomplished, but hurt a bit by my rejection of the farm life he had chosen. In his own way Dad was something of an intellectual, though. He enjoyed discussing history, politics and literature. I recall him reciting fragments of French poetry while we were milking cows.

Q. You wisely elected to include photographs and artwork in your book. How supportive has your and your brothers families been to this project?

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The Readers’ Writers: Author and biochemist Robert L. Switzer, PhD