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Allow me to introduce you to the newest member of the Maust family, Lily Irene. Even though she was just recently born on August 3–not even a week ago–she instantly became the most beautiful girl in West Virginia. We can’t wait to meet her in a couple of weeks. It’s amazing how you can love [...]
My grandpa, recently turned octogenarian, Willard L. Maust, isn't just a dairy farmer. He's a hall of famer. At the end of February Pap was inducted into the Pennsylvania Holstein Hall of Fame during the annual convention of the Pennsylvania Holstein Association. That's him on the right and my uncle, Jesse to the left. The cow between them is none other than the internationally famed Elk-Lick Ann Charles Ardel. That bovine beauty is, among other descriptions, "Excellent score 94." I have no idea what that means, but if the scoring is out of ten, this baby's off the charts. Be sure to read this detailed write-up of the man I call grandpa and his impressive, hall of fame worthy achievements.
I especially like his last comments which reveal Pap the theologian: "'The challenge to young people in the dairy business today is to
recognize that genetics are all a part of God’s creation and it is the
privilege he gave us to improve the animals we work with,' encouraged
Maust." Concerning his hall of fame plague, he adds, "'That award doesn’t just say for your work with Holsteins but for my
service to humanity,' said Maust. 'That’s what life is all about -
service to humanity. I hope people realize their own potential in their
own way and see it as an opportunity to serve God and humanity.'"
His name is Leroy and he is the king. Through guts and hard work he has helped make America the country it is today (the good bits, not the crime and greed etc). He is still at it now, in his dairy with his beloved cows, and he's approaching eighty. He had a large family and they were brought up to love the Lord, each other and their country. We were privileged to meet many of them on top of Maust Mountain where they have been working together to build a log cabin in their forest clearing. It was like feeding the five thousand with loaves, fishes and a hog roast. First was the hay ride. They know how to enjoy themselves, those Mausts. No, it was good fun, once you had scrambled over the ten foot high trailer sides. I can picture Mom Chris now ……..nuf said. We bounced our way through the forest breathing in lungfuls of fresh mountain air and tractor exhaust. To the viewpoint in the National Park where we climbed the tower. There were trees as far as the eye could see in every direction. Mom Chris was but a speck on the ground below. One of the boys leaned over the rail. I thought he was going to spit. A bit of target practice, eh? But no. Little rascal.
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