I remember small farms. My father owned one. It was a Tobacco farm.
Tobacco was the money crop in Maryland. A man with a few acres of tobacco could raise his family off of it.
A lot of them did. We grew Tobacco, we had a large garden a few hogs and a couple of beefs.
We ate pretty damned good.
But of course Tobacco caused Cancer they said, so they paid tobacco farmer not to grow it for ten years, and after that the barns fell down, the tractor were worn out or left to rust along with the machinery involved in farming. So what we have now is the land leased out to the big boys, and the small farmers who used to show up at the firehouse as volunteers are working on the base, driving trucks , working in DC or for the State Road, they aren't home any more when the siren blows. The small farms are all being sold if the land they are on will perk, and the come-downers are living on them. It was a good life that is . Gone with the Wind.
But now we have a new agriculture. Growing pot in a 50,000 square foot building. It smells like a skunk growing farm without the manure. They hire lots of people for low wages, and of course they call it medicine now. No youngsters helping dad grow things, no more money crop, damned little canning or growing our own meat, now we are a bedroom community with people leaving in the morning and coming home at night, and we have to pay people to ride the ambulance and we have to send 7 companies on a fire to get a full crew there, because no one is home during the day, except old retired folks who still remember the old days.