My Dad

April 1st, 2013

 

Spying on Dad was always a favorite game of mine, it would involve sneaking around the barn always keeping an eye on him and hoping he wouldn’t see me.  A sighting would often mean helping with some sort of chore because usually this game was played when he was in the barn milking the cows.  NPR would be blaring in the background, he would be talking to the cows, and providing vigorous rebuttal to some ridiculous comment made on the radio or just plan talking to himself.  My brother, sister and I and perhaps friends if they happened to be staying at the farm, would be in the background hiding behind some big bovine snickering at this crazy man, especially when his language tended towards the foul side.  NPR and a swish of a dirty cow tail can do that to a man.

From my father I inherited the gift to gab and dream big.  I can remember and carry with me many of the plans we would lay out on our walk about around the farm.  We still do this today.  Always looking towards the next project, never behind, there was the baseball diamond complete with the crowd painted onto the side of the shop wall that use to boarders right center field, and a tree house in the top of the oak, ponds full of fish, 60 cows, 200 acres, some of it dreams other things where real.

Richard Haucke was born on July 29th, 1950.  He was the third of four children and lived what many would consider a normal 50’s suburban life in a happening little town called Plymouth Wisconsin.  Fat City!  At one point in Plymouth’s history it was home to an incredible number of cheese factories, and fueling those cheese factories where some very productive farms.  At age 9 my Dad began working at one of those farms cultivating corn, making free download Barbie dressing games for girls maple syrup and doing whatever else needed to be done.  It was his first taste of farm life and the experience cultivated a desire that would never leave him.  After moving from home for college then 3 and half years of classes pursuing his degree in education, working evenings on a dairy farm outside of Menominee Wisconsin he decided to make the ultimate leap and become a farmer.  He finished college with a degree in agriculture from River Falls and was off and running with my mother in tow towards his future as an independent person, a land owner, a business man.

The rest they say is history!  After several years of searching and working all the angles a man has to work to convince family, friends, the government, a bank, whoever that his dream was more than a dream the universe brought him to the end of Haucke Ln.  At that point in 1976 it was Pine Lane and the farm was named Lookout Leah Farm, but the time had come for a new family to being their story at this place we call Keewaydin.