My Kind of Man

I really like old farmers in general — especially one old-timer from Glastonbury who told me his seasonal workers really liked the bajillion year old outhouse on his property because it was still better than their facilities back home — but this guy has now earned a special place in my heart.

Adolph “Artie” Schiemann could be a millionaire.

The 90-year-old farmer, who has spent nearly his entire life on a Forest City hilltop near the Berlin line, could be on a tropical island sipping a drink with an umbrella in it and basking in the warm air.

Instead, Schiemann — who recently sold the city the development rights to his 34-acre farm — is crunching through the snow in the frigid air, thinking about spring and another season for growing corn. Schiemann sold the rights to his Bradley and Atkins streets property for $250,000, despite having fielded offers from developers for years for land assessed at about $1 million. Now the farm will remain a farm forever.

If he could have waited until I start making a lot more money I would have bought the place for $250,000, and used it to grow my ridiculous organic fruits and vegetables, and take in all the random animals I could find. Nonetheless, I’m glad the place won’t be a subdivision anytime soon. Mostly, I’m glad to listen to old timers wax nostalgic about their land:

“When April and May hit, the weather kind of tells you to get in the mood,” he said. “If I went and lived in some mansion, I wouldn’t be happy. It’s hard to put in words. You have to have the experience of living here all those years. The acreage and land does something to you.”