Saturday, 24 September 2011

Bee-Hive Busyness

(Recently someone asked me whether we use shovels to dig potatoes. This post is my response - as you'll see, our 'shovels' require more gun grease and button pushing than elbow grease and manuel labour.)

“Trucks are waiting! Everybody welcome. Thank you!” The crisp message rings from the public address system, inviting colony members to a shift of picking weeds and lumps of dirt out of newly-harvested potatoes, traveling by conveyor into the shed.
            “This is a recorded announcement!” One young woman deadpans. Grabbing gloves and a jacket she heads for the potato shed.
Every autumn brings the exciting racket of tractors, trucks and potato diggers rattling and rumbling their way to the potato fields. Here three generations gather to work on one project. Even the children help to harvest the brown-skinned, white-fleshed Russet Burbank potatoes, commonly used for French fries.
In the field, two John Deere tractors prepare to start, one pulls a four-row digger and the other a three-row digger. These massive machines driven by Jake Hofer, the potato manager and his helper, Marvin Waldner, drive slowly up and down the field. Each digger conveys the potatoes to a truck moving alongside, while the plants are returned to the field.
A fleet of two Sterling and three Ford trucks transport the potatoes to the concrete shed where they are unloaded into a huge even-flow bin. Its capacity approximately two tandem trucks of potatoes, this bin ensures an even flow of potatoes unto the grading table.  In dry conditions, such as this year, a clodhopper is used to eliminate dirt-clumps.  In years when it’s been too wet, this machine cannot be used as the wet earth would clog the machine.
At the grading table four people work quickly, taking out as much dirt as possible. As the potatoes tumble unto a conveyor, children and adults continue the task. “Try to get all the dirt, small and green potatoes.” Mark Hofer, the foreman instructs. “We don’t want undue dockage at shipping time.”
Finally, the conveyor drops the spuds onto the hopper of the piler, which moves them into the shed. This telescopic, arm-like conveyor is remote-controlled, and moves from side to side and up and down, creating a neat pile, which fills the shed to capacity.
The potato shed requires the most workers: children, teenagers, fathers, mothers, grandfathers and sometimes even Grandmothers work along the conveyor. The result is a jovial atmosphere and tons of relatively clean potatoes in storage.
This scene brings to mind Hans Kräl’s description of community, a Hutterite elder in 1569. “It was like the work of a clock when every cogwheel drives another and everything turns in an orderly way, or like a hive of bees where all work together, some making honey, some making wax and some carrying nectar to the hive.”
“Kevin, tell me once more,” a Dien, young woman grins. “How many orders of French fries does this shed hold?”
“For the last time: 90,000, hundred-weight bags! Each bag yields some 500 orders of fries about three ounces each.” Kevin intones.  “If you’re good at mental math, you can figure it out quite easily. If not, the answer is 45,000,000!”
Last year, because of all the rain, the star table on the grading table got clogged with dirt more than usual, requiring frequent cleaning. Kevin climbed up and began unclogging it. Intent on finishing as quickly as possible, he didn’t notice a frayed piece of his coveralls snagging on the moving parts. Abruptly the machine grabed the sleeve and ripped it off. Fortunately someone close by pulled him away and stoped the machine, without serious harm. “Let this be a reminder for all of us to be more careful.” a grandfather admonishes. “It could have been much worse.”
Once the shed is full, the door stays sealed to maintain a temperature of 9° Celsius.  From a pit under wooden floor slats, gigantic fans circulate air up through the potatoes. A humidifier ensures 98% humidity, to prevent shrinkage. This way, healthy potatoes can be stored from September to August of the following year, without spoiling. After they are shipped, the shed is cleaned and disinfected.
An average crop yields about 365 bags per acre, we’ve seen projections close to 417, but this year it’s somewhat lower than average.  Yields fluctuate annually, depending on growing conditions. Potatoes thrive in cool weather, with cool nights especially crucial. Too many hot days, with no night cooling, stifles growth. Potatoes also need at least an inch of water per week, so irrigation is essential.
            Since potatoes are prone to disease, primarily Blight, growers have to be vigilant and take preventative measures, including fungicide spraying every eight days during dry conditions and every five days during wet conditions, starting when the potatoes are about 30 centimeters high. In severe cases, the only option is watching the hard work and investment disappear under a plow. To prevent Blight from spreading when there’s only a touch of disease, there’s an expensive solution of spraying the potatoes as they go into the shed. “When you haul these potatoes to the processing plant,” one farmer joked, “Don’t stop for coffee. You simply can’t afford it.”
With good weather, our 600 acres of potatoes can be harvested in approximately two weeks. Normally, digging begins around September the 15th, but certain conditions deter us. Some years the middle of September was too warm. The ideal temperature for digging is approximately 18° Celsius: it is best that potatoes are cool upon storage. This year’s when we began harvesting it was pretty close to the ideal start time. Poor weather can prevent or delay potato harvest before heavy frost damage. “You girls at the grading table, let your hands move as fast as your mouth!” Andrew hollers. “Do you want to be here till Christmas?”
 “Oh, bring me a potato perogie!” Someone starts singing to the tune of, ‘We Wish You a Merry Christmas,’ in hilarious response.
At the end of potato harvest, everyone enjoys the sight of trucks, tractors and diggers returning to the colony. That evening we celebrate with a barbeque supper, scrumptious baked potatoes with sour cream and a tossed salad. After a cream cheese dessert, everybody joins in singing a German evening hymn, thankful for food on the table, but even more for the blessing of those who we live, work and celebrate together with, on the Prairie of this land called Canada.

4 comments:

Johanna said...

Hallo Linda,
als Kind musste ich ein Jahr in einem Kinderheim leben, das von katholischen Nonnen geführt wurde. Zu diesem Heim gehörte auch eine Landwirtschaft und im Herbst mussten alle Kinder bei der Kartoffelernte helfen. Unsere Arbeit kam nach den Maschinen. Wir gingen in einer Reihe den Acker ab und mussten die übrig gebliebenen Kartoffeln in einen Eimer sammeln und dann zum Wagen bringen. Ich mochte diese Arbeit nicht. Aber abends wurde dann das Kartoffellaub in Haufen aufgeschichtet und angezündet. Und darin haben wir Kartoffel gebraten. Ich habe nie mehr so leckere Kartoffel gegessen. Vieles von deiner Schilderung kenne ich aus dieser Zeit. So eine Erntehilfe gibt ein gutes Gefühl für den Wert der Nahrung. Was für ein Abendlied singt ihr denn? Der Mond ist aufgegangen? Oder Guten Abend, gute Nacht?
Ich danke dir für deinen netten Kommentar zu meinem Kater Wiski, obwohl du Katzen nicht so magst. Er ist ein ganz Lieber und nachts immer draußen auf Mäusejagd. Ich muss ihn extra für solche Spielchen hereinholen und belohnen, denn er findet das meistens nicht so toll, wegen der Beleuchtung. Aber er hat tapfer mitgemacht.
Ich wünsche dir eine wunderschöne Herbstwoche.
Schöne Grüße, Johanna

Linda said...

Guten Tag Johanna,
Danke fuer den schoenen Kommentar! Wir singen eine Menge Abendlieder: Gute Nacht, Der Tag hat sich geneiget, Wo willst du hin weil's Abend ist?...Der Mond ist auf gegangen singen wir auch manchmal.
Alles Liebe!

Nicole said...

I can smell the baked potatoes already! I have an entirely new respect for your agricultural operations! Who in the world could have possibly asked if you use shovels? ;)

Linda said...

Someone who should probably come and see this modern 'shovel' operation!!