Harrison Farm History
Rebecca Harrison
One of my very favorite pictures of my mother, me, and Abraham the Mule! Amongst her many talents, my mother was a gifted equestrian. I, however, am gifted at hanging on — a talent honed from years of knowing my pony would follow my mother’s horse up any mountain, across any river, and over any downed tree. My mother was a remarkably strong woman, and she prized courage, integrity, and resilience. Thus, I learned from a young age that my protestations that I did not want to cross some challenge on horseback were futile — and sometimes real strength means just shutting up and hanging on until you get through the obstacle life lays in front of you. Being the daughter of an indomitable badass lady was not the easiest childhood, but I am grateful every single day as an adult for the lessons which my mother instilled in me. Rebecca Harrison was amazing, and I hope she is proud that I am still hanging on despite the challenges!
Virgil Harrison
I love this picture of my grandfather, taken on the lawn where we now do Goat Yoga — a concept which I am sure would delight Virgil Harrison! In the background is the big red barn, which still stands as the back drop for so many pictures taken at Harrison Farm. I am incredibly grateful for the memories I have of my grandfather and all the lessons which he taught me. We spent hours discussing farming, history, and politics while working together in the barn. My grandfather inspired me to achieve whatever I put my mind to doing. A hundred years ago, my grandfather could never have imagined that it would be his granddaughter who would carry on the farm, and that it would become a place focused on community & teaching. It is wonderful to encourage children to emulate their role models, but it is even more remarkable to inspire children to pursue dreams only they have ever dreamed.
frank & monnie Harrison
I love this picture of my great-grandparents, Frank & Monnie Harrison. It is an amazing & unique experience to live & work at the very same farm that they did, despite the years that have separated our lives. Frank (or Pawie, as he was called) was a hardworking farmer & butcher, even though he was handicapped. He wore a heavy metal lift welded to his boot to compensate for one leg being nearly six inches shorter than the other. This handicap seemed to make him even more determined to succeed. Grandma Monnie was a cultured, well-educated, strong woman, who loved horses. My mother was very close to her, and I grew up with stories of what a remarkable woman she was. I take great comfort in knowing that they persevered through their own challenges at our beloved farm, and I can too. I like to think I inherited their resilience and work ethic — and, of course, their love of a good hat!
My great-great-grandfather James Virgil Harrison, with his sweet ride in front of the big red barn at Harrison Farm, nearly a century ago. After my great-grandparents lost their house to fire in Fredonia, James Virgil convinced his son & daughter-in-law to find a place close to Columbus where they could farm together. Eventually they found our farm on Berger Road. The Berger Family had lived there for a long time, but after matriarch Sophronie Berger passed onward, her son Delano Berger put the farm up for sale — lock, stock, and barrel. I am now the 5th generation of my family to work this land, following in the foot steps of James Virgil, Frank & Monnie, Virgil & Ina Marie, and Rebecca.