Posted on August 10, 2018.
It seems like yesterday, we were praying for our sweet little peach trees and their delicate blooms to make it through the last frost of Spring, yet here we are having picked, packed, and shipped the last box of Pearson Farm peaches for the 2018 season.
Despite only harvesting 50% of a crop, this peach season saw some unprecedented activity.
This crop allowed us to ship more gift pack peaches from our Farm to your door than ever. We made more batches of sweet creamy peach ice cream and greeted more friendly faces in our Retail Store than we could begin to count. We are humbled and ever so grateful to you, our customers for your loyalty and dedication to Pearson Farm.
We offered a special Prince Subscription to our mail order customers. Those who took advantage of this unique opportunity were blessed with seven weeks of Prince Peaches as well as an interesting peach education resulting in many more Peach Fans! We truly enjoyed preparing each weeks special boxes and are already making plans for another special subscription next Peach Season!
This season we continued our partnership with the Plant A Row for the Hungry initiative in Fayette County. Throughout the summer, their mighty band of volunteers picked up and distributed 2506- ½ bushel boxes equaling 62,650 pounds of peaches to over 30 different agencies serving the hungry and needy residents of Fayette and surrounding counties. Of all the partnerships we have at Pearson Farm, this one holds a special place in our hearts.
The highlight of the summer was growing the World’s Largest Peach! Our Early August Prince variety produced a peach weighing 1.8 pounds, breaking the current world record of 1.7 pounds held by a farm in Canada. We are still waiting for the official confirmation from Guinness, but we have enjoyed a fair amount of interesting press coverage for the feat.
As we begin a few days of rest for our weary backs and hands, we are able to pause and reflect on this season. We are so grateful that the good Lord chose to bless us with another bountiful season allowing us to share our bounty with you. It’s not goodbye, just so long till Pecan Season.
Posted on April 25, 2018.
Walking on the Farm this afternoon, I was reminded why Spring is my favorite time of year. I just love those bright, blue skies filled with fluffy, white clouds, coupled with beautiful rays of sunshine that have just a hint of heat kept at bay by the gentle spring breezes. I am mesmerized by the light green color of the new leaves on the pecan trees and the pretty pink blooms of peaches. I can’t get enough of the sounds coming from insects, birds and squirrels, all proclaiming “Wake up! It’s time to shake off the cobwebs of the dark, cold Winter, and get ready for the beauty of what’s in store.”
It’s never been lost on me that Easter falls in the Spring season. The transition from Winter to Spring is like a physical manifestation of that dark, cold day when Jesus gave his life for us on the cross, and the beautiful morning when he arose, showing us all what God has in store for us, if we just believe his promises. Spring is our promise that life goes on, and that God is in control.
At Pearson Farm, we are working to bring new life to an old friend. Hebron Church has been a part of the Zenith Community as far back as the mid 1800’s. In 1870, the Ordinary of Crawford County was required to execute title of the Old Hebron Church to the trustees. It was to be used as a place of worship by members of the Methodist Episcopal Church, South. A beautifully handwritten deed describes the land like this.... “5 acres beginning at the black jack tree in the east line of said lot where the old church stood and running west to the pine tree corner then north to the sweet gum corner then east with the meander of the branch to the line lot” ……. I would have loved to walk the property with the person who described the land that way! Sweet Gum Corner.....Meander of the Branch…. splendid words from someone who lived many generations ago. The deed also required that the premises be well kept, maintained, and disposed of as a place of Divine worship. The records don’t indicate why, but for some reason, the deed wasn’t recorded until 1883, when the Ordinary of Crawford County conferred with the original requirement and sold the property for the sum of one dollar to the trustees of Hebron Church.
Even though the state didn’t officially recognize the Hebron Church until the late 1870’s records containing church roles have been found documenting membership as far back as 1857. These roles are also handwritten and show names and membership dates. They also record deaths, weddings and various reasons members were added or removed from the roles. Some were dismissed by letter, while others transferred to different churches. One member was listed as "supposed to be dead”, and another was "on probation". However, the most interesting notation was that of the member who was" expelled". Thankfully, he was "restored" before his passing in1870.
Hebron Church was on a circuit, sharing a pastor with three other churches. Sunday School was held every Sunday morning, but Preaching was only one Sunday per month, morning and evening. The church held services until sometime in the 60’s when membership dwindled, and the decision was made to close the doors.
There seem to have been 3 sites for the church over the years. The original site being on Cummings road where a cemetery containing graves of members listed on the church roles can be found. The second was further down the road and housed the church until the late 30’s, when the new church was built on Zenith Mill Road. This new Hebron Church was a huge part of life for the Pearson family and many others who lived in Zenith. Their spiritual foundation began and was fostered within its walls. The building still stands on the Farm today, but over the years, has fallen into disrepair and has become nothing more than a storage facility. Lately, Mr. Al hasn’t liked the fact that the church is being used to house junk. He strongly desired to turn the church back into a place of serving for us, as well as the community. He felt like he owed it to Zenith, his home place. So…that’s what we’re doing, and we would like to invite you to follow us on our journey of restoring the Old Hebron Church, or as Mr. Al says, “the salvation of the Church.”
It will be quite an undertaking; physically, financially and emotionally, but in the overwhelming moments we will fill ourselves with the words of a favorite hymn that was sung in the Old Hebron Church, Standing on the Promises of God……’Standing on the promises that cannot fail, when the howling storms of doubt and fear assail, by the living Word of God I shall prevail, standing on the promises of God.’
Posted on April 25, 2018.
When you are a fruit and nut farmer and the success of your crop depends on many factors you cannot control, prayer and HOPE are as important to you as the equipment you use and workers you employ. As we make preparations to enter the 2017 Peach Season, we find ourselves relying heavily on prayer and HOPE. So, how interesting is it that one night a few weeks ago, Mr. Al and Ms. Mary were sitting down to dinner and their conversation turned to HOPE. Ms. Mary shared with Mr. Al that when her sister was in Scotland a few years ago, she found their family’s motto, “Dum spiro spero” which in Latin means “While I breathe, I HOPE.”
These words really struck a cord with Mr. Al. So, he decided to google them and found that many families throughout history have used this as their motto and that Ms. Mary’s family (The Clan MacLennan) was actually the 2nd family listed and as he scrolled through the list of names, he surprisingly found the Pearson family listed as well. (after 44 years of marriage, this was a sweet reminder that they were meant to be together.) Something about these words, While I breathe, I HOPE” just wouldn’t leave him alone, so he has decided to adopt “Dum spiro spero” as Pearson Farm’s motto for the 2017 Peach Season.
As peaches are a crop dependent on several factors that growers have no control over (frost, chill hours, hail), we must have HOPE and faith that things will work out and that there will be a crop to tend and sell. Without HOPE, a farmer would not plant trees and do everything it takes to prepare for the work to come. Because the first requirement (sufficient chill hours) has not been satisfied for our 2017 Peach Crop, we HOPE to overcome the deficit with different varieties, cultural practices, and a spray…. then we HOPE for no frost (if we have blooms)….then no hail…..HOPEfully, etc….gotta have HOPE before anything else…. Every Year!
Romans 12:12 Rejoice in HOPE, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer.
Posted on April 19, 2018.
please enjoy this guest post from Mr. Al Pearson.....
My office (peach and pecan orchards) is always pleasant, especially in the fall. But usually, pecan leaves just turn brown and fall off. Peach leaves vary in their final days, but seldom make a color statement. But not in 2016! The dry weather has given us colors that rival Gingko trees and it has been exciting to watch. If the leaves did this every year, I’m sure the roads would be crowded with “Leaf Lookers” enjoying the sights. Being “FAMILY” Friday, we decided to include a Pearson Family History from an article in the Georgia Post several years back…..
THE PEARSON FARM: growing peaches for 125 years
The Pearson farm has been in operation at Zenith and Lee Pope for 125 years. Its genesis dates back to 1885 when Moses Winlock Pearson purchased his first farmland and began growing peaches. In 1880, Moses (1858-1906) married Emma Carroll (1858-1934), their union producing 12 children: 6 boys and 6 girls. The 1900 census showed that the Pearson and Lee families were neighbors and their children would have played together. Moses died prematurely in 1906 at age 48, leaving Emma with a farm to manage and a large family to raise. John Winlock Pearson, the oldest child, age 24 at the time, assumed the burden of replacing the void created by his father’s untimely death, and keeping the farm profitable during difficult times. In 1915, John and his brother Oscar bought Lee Pope Fruit Company and began packing peaches under the “Big Six” brand label—named after Moses and Emma’s six boys: John, Oscar, Walter, William, James, and Clyde.
John Winlock Pearson (1881-1958) married Rosa Lee Hartley (1187-1976). Their marriage produced three boys (Lawton, Russell, and Willard) and two girls (Virgie and Tina). Lawton’s peach packing shed was located near the railroad at Lee Pope; Willard and Russell’s in Fort Valley on the present site of the Harvey’s Grocery Store. When Lawton’s packing shed burned in 1961, he packed peaches in Fort Valley at Russell and Willard’s shed and continued for the next 13 years.
In 1937, Lawton Pearson (1912-1979) married Laurie Lanier (1915-1981). The “Big 6” farmland was owned by their three children, Peggy Pearson Jerles, Ann Pearson McGehee, and Al Pearson from 1973 to 2008. In January 2008, Al and Lawton Pearson took over the farm operations as “Pearson Farm.” A mail order business was created to ship peaches, pecans, and seasonal gifts to individual and corporate customers. The Pearson farm comprises 1300 acres of peaches and 2300 acres of pecans. Bill McGehee (Ann’s husband and their son, Will, manage marketing operations for both peaches and pecans. The old Zenith School (established circa 1900 and closed in late 1940s) became the packing shed for “Big 6” in 1975 and is still in use.
Posted on April 19, 2018.
I spent some one on one time with Rosa and Alberto earlier this week gathering information for the second part of their post. As I sat with Rosa in her backyard, I was compelled to jot down these few words, Humble, Gentle, Beautiful, Loving, and Strong. The words were written to remind me of certain aspects of our interview but as I sat down to finish the story, these 5 words became her story. From the quiet, unassuming way she sat patiently listening to Israel and me speak about her family, came HUMBLE and GENTLE. I imagine this was the same way she waited for her husband to return home after months of traveling and working to provide for their ever growing family. There was an occasional nod when she understood my English words but mostly just that same sweet expression. I’m sure her children have seen that same look many times as she has taken great care of them over the years. I found myself drawn to her BEAUTIFUL face. Every line telling a story of sacrifice, hard work, and commitment. Her eyes that danced when she spoke of her husband and children. Especially when she told me how glad she was when they were finally all together again and of the incredible pride she feels for her children today. But I was mostly enamored with her STRONG arms that wrapped Israel in the sweetest birthday embrace. The LOVE was palpable. I felt blessed when she wrapped those arms around me as we left that day. What a morning it had been already……
We found Alberto riding around in his truck checking on peach trees. He was ringing with sweat. I told him that he must be working too hard but with a little smile, he quickly replied that it was just too hot. I asked him if as a young boy, he ever imagined that his life would look like it does today. He shared that after his father died, he began looking for ways to better himself and be an example for his brother. From the times he spent at the drive- in theater learning English to signing papers at the American Consulate agreeing to never be a burden on the United States, his main focus was always “looking for the right way. Many of those lessons he learned from the men in his life back in Mexico while many others were gleaned as he moved from state to state working and watching others. With tears in my eyes, I said the one thing I have waited weeks to say to him, “I know you must be so proud of the life you and Rosa have provided for your family and how successful each of your 8 children are today." His response was simple, “Thanks, maybe I planted a seed for them to follow.” Maybe?? I believe he definitely planted a seed and one that has grown roots as deep and strong as the trees that are planted here at Pearson Farm.
As I thanked him for allowing me to highlight his family and their journey, he left me with these words for Mr. Al……. “I am infinitely grateful to the Pearson’s. From the very beginning, they took us into their life as if we were their family”……… Pearson Farm LOVES our “FAMILY”
I want to thank all the people who have taken the time to follow our Pearson Farm page and read our stories. We have thoroughly enjoyed all your comments and posts. As peach season has come to an end, we will be taking a short hiatus to rest, relax and rejuvenate as we prepare for pecan season. We will pick up with our FAMILY posts in October. Don’t stop visiting however, we will be posting many pictures of what’s happening around the farm as we prepare for pecans. See you soon......
Posted on April 19, 2018.
He’s 26 years old, and he and his brother have been working to support their family since the death of their father 9 years ago. The brothers look for work and do odd jobs to provide food for themselves and their mother. One day there's word of a program in California that is allowing immigrant labor to cross the border and help farmers since so many locals are away at war. They are able to locate a farm and begin working and saving money to bring back home. Finally, they have enough to buy a small plot of land in a small village in Mexico. They begin preparing the land and digging a well that they will use to make the adobes for their new home.
She’s 22, living in a small village in Mexico with her family. Her job is to find the daily water supply. Most days she must walk long distances. One day 2 young men show up on the land next door. She watches them from a distance as they begin preparing the land and digging a well. Water was so scarce and this well was so close, she begins thinking that surely they wouldn’t miss a few buckets. So she watches and waits till they aren’t around, then slips over and draws a bucket of water from their well.
And thus the game begins….he works and she watches….until one day, she isn’t quite as careful as usual and he walks up on her as she was drawing the water, she is so startled and when he asks what she is doing…… she nervously apologizes, telling him that she is just getting a little water and that she will dump it back in the well……. he tells her that she can keep it and that she is welcome to get water from his well every day. Their eyes have crossed and the rest is history….. Today, he’s 85 and she’s 81 and they have just finished another peach season at Pearson Farm. Rosa and Alberto and their children have been a huge part of the Pearson Farm Family as well as the peach industry in Middle Georgia for the past 30 years.
Their farming experience is extensive but more impressive than their knowledge of agricultural practices is their sense of family. The brothers along with their mother have lived and traveled together their entire lives. The brothers married sisters and between the two families, had 15 children. In the early ‘70’s, the brothers petitioned for visas for their families to travel to the United States with them, and in 1974, they moved to Florida to begin work in the citrus groves. After years of traveling up and down the east coast in pickup trucks as migrant workers in tobacco fields, peach and apple orchards, cucumber and blueberry patches, they eventually end up at Pearson Farm looking for work after the Florida’s citrus crop was destroyed by a late frost. Does this sound familiar??? It should, remember Israel and Maribel that we highlighted earlier during the year? They are the 2 of Alberto and Rosa’s children who currently work at Pearson Farm but what you might not know is that every one of their 8 children along with Alberto’s brother, Rosa’s sister and their 7 children have at some time over the past 30 years drawn a pay check from Pearson Farm. Family working with Family working with Family…..check back with us next week as we continue their story……..
Posted on April 19, 2018.
Before I get started, I’d like to thank Mr. Al for helping me out last week with our FAMILY post. Didn’t he do a great job and what an interesting piece of Pearson Farm family history!! Thank you so much Mr. Al, you did great!! I was out last week helping my husband and his siblings as they navigated through the difficult steps of saying a final goodbye to their beloved father, Marshall Young. A recurring theme during a week filled with visits and calls from family, friends, customers, and team mates was his influence on their lives. Whether it was help with groceries on a week when someone’s check was short, a lesson in respect for an unruly bus rider, a free throw tip for a young basketball player or simply a hug for one of his grandchildren, stories of his influence were all around……..
This is Chris’ third peach season here at Pearson Farm. Like so many others, he falls under the multigenerational employee column as he is Vicki’s son. He also spent many summer vacations out here making boxes, working in #2 sales and even spent some time in our retail. I hear he worked hard one summer perfecting our delicious ice cream recipe. Today, he drives a forklift and loads the trucks that bring our sweet, juicy peaches to grocery stores, farmers markets and fruit stands all over the country. During pecan season, he is back on the fork lift in the pecan cleaning plant. His favorite time out here on the farm is the “in between” months. It is then that he can be found on a tractor mowing or spreading fertilizer. He enjoys being out in the orchards, experiencing nature at its best.
Chris came to work here after several years working on a different kind of farm. I spent some time with Chris this week preparing for his post, and I learned that he has done all kinds of farming. He tells me that he LOVES it!! And you know what?? I believe him! I wish I had a video of his face as he told stories of spending time with his grandfather working with him in his garden and describing what he grows in his own garden. He made statements like, “I am fascinated with the growing process” and “the progression of growing is such a mystery.” I asked him where he thought that LOVE of farming came from. After everything I’d been through last week, his answer struck a serious cord with me. He told me he thought it was his grandfather. He is a hardworking man who spent many years working in the kaolin industry, but he always had a huge garden at his home. As a child, Chris spent a lot of time with his grandfather in that garden watching and learning. His grandfather has been a huge influence in his life and nurtured a work ethic and LOVE of farming that Chris carries with him today. Chris is working hard to provide for his fiancé and her 2 children and he is hoping to be that kind of influence on them.
Listening to Chris talk about his grandfather, sensing Chris’s desire to be a good influence to the children in his life and hearing all the stories about Mr. Marshall has made me stop and think about the kind of influence I am on others. I hope one day people will tell stories about me like Chris’ grandfather and Mr. Marshall. I know one thing for certain, you can never underestimate the impact that your story has on others and here at Pearson Farm, we feel lucky to have Chris out here doing what he loves, and we are proud that he is part of our story…..
Posted on April 19, 2018.
The Pearson Farm Family goes way back and includes far off relatives who came to help during peach season. We found a letter from the 1930’s from my mother’s brother, Dan Lanier, to his parents in Metter, Georgia detailing his first week packing peaches with his older brother Albert. The days were long and hot and fuzzy, but it was a job and those were hard to come by in those days. Young boys and girls learned to work, to stick to it, to value a dollar. Hope you enjoy this “FAMILY” Friday post.
(Angela took the week off)
Sun afternoon on the school-house bench in the yard
Monday morning we got up bright and early. We dressed and ate breakfast. We got in the car and started for Lee Pope. Lawton & Laurie went right to work. We stood around awhile and finally talked to Poppa John. He said for us to go upstairs and Mr. Lunksford put us to work picking up trash which was a very tiresome job. We worked for about and (sic) hour and met all the boys. After a while a man came upstairs. He said he needed a boy downstairs. Mr. Lunksford sent me. I went downstairs and started picking up peaches and trash. Fuzz got my poison ivy and I couldn’t keep from crying. Finally dinner came. We ate dinner at the hotel but I don’t remember what it was. That afternoon Lawton got me put upstairs. I picked up trash for a while and then I slid baskets down a choot (sic) until supper. We had little fried bacon for supper like daddy likes. We had butterbeans, rice and gravy. I slid baskets down the shute (sic) 11:00 o’ clock that night. Poor Albert had toted tops and skinned his legs. We went to the car with Laurie and waited for Lawton to get through. Albert and I had worked about 14 ½ hours. We washed some and went to bed. Tues. we woke up early and went to Lee Pope. Albert went to work picking up trash and I slid basket (sic) down a shute (sic). Dinner came after we’d worked about 5 or 6 hours. As we were going to the hotel to eat we told Laurie we were getting use (sic) to work and were not as tired as we were Monday dinner. After dinner we went to work agin (sic). Albert picked up trash and I slid baskets. We worked until dinner. We ate dinner and rested. We worked till supper and after we got in the tub and went to sleep. We got up early and went to Lee Pope. Mr. Lunksford our boss wasn’t there. Our new boss Oscar Jr. was the best mean at Laurie’s wedding (sic). Albert and I stacked tops all day. Our boss Oscar Jr. quit that night. We stacked tops Thurs. and Fri. We got a new boss who was one of Laurie’s pupils. Sat. we got up early and went to work. We worked until dinner and wasn’t tired. We worked until supper and it was time for pay envelopes. They gave it out in alphabetical order. I was glad when L’s were given out. Finally they called my name. I stepped that way in a trot. On the front it said Dan Lanier 58 hours at 10 cents an hour $5.80 an boy I like to cried for joy (sic). I went to sleep in high spirits. We didn’t wake up till nine o’clock (sic) and was almost late for Sunday school.
P.S. Tell Jewel Bird to write to us personally.
Posted on April 19, 2018.
I am super excited about this weeks “FAMILY” post. I have to admit that this sweet girl is one of my favorites. I’ve known Sarah since she was in kindergarten with my daughter and they became good friends. They spent 13 years in school together and graduated last year. Sarah, like my daughter just completed her first year of college and is getting ready to return in a few short weeks. As soon as peach season is over, she’s got a big vacation planned with her family before she heads out to St. Jude for a special project she’s working on with them…..
As a mother of 3 strong, healthy, beautiful children, I cannot imagine being told that one of them has cancer but that’s exactly the words Sarah’s parents were given on that fateful October day in 2000. Their blonde headed, green eyed baby girl was diagnosed with Acute Myeloid Leukemia better known as AML. This cruel cancer usually saves itself for middle aged men, so for a 3 year old baby it’s considered extremely rare. She spent a week in a local hospital but when her doctors felt she needed more care than they were capable of providing, they quickly sent her to St. Jude. For 6 months, she moved back and forth between a hospital room and the Ronald McDonald House as she underwent chemotherapy. It was a tough road for Sarah’s family. Thankfully, the treatments worked and Sarah returned home cancer free and she remains cancer free today!
Sarah works in our retail during peach season. She spends her days helping customers, selling peaches and making some of the best peach and butter pecan ice cream around. This is her third summer at Pearson Farm and last December she spent her Christmas holidays working with us in our mail order department. She enjoys being here because it is close to home and she really enjoys the customers. I asked Sarah what brought her to Pearson Farm to work. She thought for a minute, shrugged her shoulders and said, “I guess I just thought it was my turn.” I laughed because that was exactly what I was thinking. Sarah’s dad had worked at Pearson Farm during his high school summers, and her Uncle Eric works here now. He spent time during high school and college on the Farm but then left for a while. He has since come “HOME” and is now one of our Farm Managers. You would think these family ties would be enough to encourage Sarah to carry on the family tradition but it was really Sarah’s grandfather’s time at Pearson Farm that made her want to “take her turn.”
Mr. James became a fundamental figure at Pearson Farm during peach season and at a local pecan cleaning plant during the fall/winter months after he retired from the post office. He worked these seasons for both companies for many years. Literally up until the day he died. I knew Mr. James well and often wondered if he had planned to spend his retirement days working in peaches and pecans or if it was just one of the many projects he was asked to help with that he just couldn’t say “no” to. Sarah remembers him bringing her to the Farm as a little girl and playing around in the packing shed while he worked. His summers here were spent running the Hydro cooler but he was known more for his handyman and building skills. His craftsmanship is seen all over the packing house. I can’t help but find it incredibly ironic that the very counter Sarah works behind today was one of the last projects he completed.
Sarah is such a hard worker and always willing to go out of her way to help others. Her sweet spirit and caring attitude is seen by all who meet her. These attributes along with her dedication and that beautiful smile will help her be the best pediatric nurse around. Sarah dream job is return to St. Jude to work. I’m sure those nurses made quite an impression on her as she fought for her life all those years ago. She makes the trek back to Memphis every year for tests and reunions but this year the trip is going to be a little different. She will be participating in a research project that looks at the long term effects of chemo therapy. Just another opportunity for Sarah to use herself to help others. I am personally so proud of Sarah and everything she has accomplished in her life so far and can hardly wait to see her next chapter unfold for I know it will be special one. And out here at Pearson Farm...well....we just feel blessed every day that this blonde haired, green eyed baby girl walks in our door.
Posted on April 19, 2018.
hen I was in high school, many local teens spent their summer days working in a packing shed. The talk around the lunch table those last few weeks before summer break was which shed you would be working for. Some would be at Pearson and Lane, many at Duke's and still others, like myself would spend those hot summer days and many nights out here at Pearson Farm (known back then as Big 6.) These packing houses would be full of teenagers making boxes and box tops, working in culls and on the loading docks. Packing sheds counted on these young people for their seasonal help and the community supported that by arranging the school schedules to coincide with the peach packing season. With changing labor regulations, advancements in technology, and the automation of many jobs in packing houses, coupled with changing school calendars, local teenage workers in a packing shed are really a thing of the past. We usually have a handful of college kids who work in our mail order and retail departments and almost all of our H2A workers are young but local young people in the packing house are few and far between. This year Pearson Farm has been blessed with one of those in between years.
Let me introduce Sherman. He is a local boy spending his summer vacation working in our packing shed. He, like those of us back in the day, will be headed off to college at the end of the summer to pursue a degree in engineering. He is working in the shed to make money to help fund his upcoming college experiences that will hopefully include many hours on a football field. He is working on Gary’s crew building boxes, working on the tray/pack line and cleaning up the packing house. He works long, hot days in this packing shed building character and calling on a work ethic that is sometimes difficult to find these days.
For those of us that spent summer days in a packing shed, our time “working in peaches” seemed more like a rite of passage than a summer job. Packing house owners, farmers, and our parents expected that the sheds would be full of teens and young folks working long, hot days also working on our character and a work ethic we would hopefully carry with us for years.
It has been a joy to see Sherman’s young face here this summer and we have certainly benefited from his strong back and arms. Like myself and so many others, Sherman is learning lessons from these long, hot days “working in peaches” that are strengthening his foundation. While he is bolstering his character and fortifying that work ethic, he is preparing for success in the college classroom, football field, and the rest of his life. Pearson Farm is proud to have Sherman here as he experiences this “rite of passage” and we wish him the best of luck as he goes off to school this fall!!