Framing My Life with the Past


They say the state whose landscape has changed the most in our country’s life is Iowa. It first shifted from a rolling sea of prairie grasses to small homesteads that plowed the grasses under and dotted the land with barns, houses, sheds, and corn cribs. Boundless prairie became patchwork farmland, with borders stretching from fence to fence, with tree lines eventually punctuating the latter. Now, the old outbuildings and fences are being cleared, and the bulldozers continue, with terraces, ponds, and pole barn foundations. I don’t want to imply that the change has all been for the worst, but the change is still there, impossible for me not to reflect on.

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