My grandfather’s name was Mose, and my grandmother’s name was Pam; they had an epic life that led up to my family inheriting what those two lived for every day…beets. Mose and Pam were the proud owners of Schrute’s beet farm located in a little town in Arkansas called Mclovinbergtilly. This town was unique back in the day, as they were known for growing the best fruits and vegetables in America! This beet farm meant a lot to my grandparents, but in order for you to get the full story, we will have to travel a bit further back in time to the glorious days of when Pam and Mose Schrute were the most successful farmers in all of Mclovinbergtilly. On April 1st, 1969, Mose and Pam had thought of a courageous idea that would change their lives forever.

“Let’s start a farm of our own there Pam! Ain‘t nobody can stop us, plus I hate working at the local bean grocery these days!” Mose announced with an exciting feeling.

Pam had a financially stable job working at a kindergarten and I mean, who would quit that to start up a farm that does not yet even exist? Well that’s precisely what my grandmother did.

Weeks went by and the married couple’s sudden dream had turned into a reality. The Schrute beet farm was up and running with nothing but beets to sell. Quickly after the the farm was open for business, people all over the town had heard the news that a farm full of beets was finally a thing where they lived! Schrute’s beet farm rapidly gained an immense amount of popularity that they even decided to open up a gift shop. There were Schrute beet farm shirts, hats, buttoned jeans, knee high socks, rings, nail clippers, etc. Their merchandise was the best in Mclovinbergtilly! As years went by, the earnings of all the sold beets; and beet merchandise was really starting to show for Pam and Mose. New additions had been added on to their house, new farm equipment had been purchased, advertisements all over the town were put up, and the two even had enough money to leave their precious farm for a year and travel all over the world. They soon expanded their farm and sold their freshly harvested beets to stores all around the world including countries such as Germany, Chile, Mexico and Fiji!

Pam soon came to realize that on the day of April 1st, 1969, quitting her job had been the best decision of her life.

This adventurous and crazy life sounds a little too perfect. I sound as if nothing had ever gone wrong for the two (beet) lovers. As the years and years passed by, business started to slow down and beets just weren’t as popular to the dear people of Mclovinbergtilly anymore.

Pam got sick of the only thing in her life being beets. Every morning she would drink her black coffee with beet creamer, and every afternoon she would be harvesting the beets up from the ground with Mose, before sun down she would make dinner that consisted of beets, as she slept her dreams and even nightmares were filled with beets. It got to the point where ole Pam got depressed and didn’t eat anymore. As you would imagine, Mose got extremely worried and wanted to do something, anything to help his beloved Pam, but there was nothing he could do. Her depression and beet illness led to her passing: which was the saddest day of Moses’s life.

After Pam’s death, the sky turned gray, beets started to mold, and sadness started to ache Mose. He felt as if he had no purpose in this world any longer, his heart was broken and all he wanted was to be reunited with his precious wife. So Mose went on to do the unthinkable. On a late Sunday afternoon, Mose went out to his molded beet farm, dug a hole, and buried himself with dirt from head to toe and the next thing ya know, the angels took him away to be with Pam.

Now how does this all trace back to my family inheriting what grandpa Mose and grandma Pam had treasured the most? Well, the story is not over yet.

On March 6th, 2009, my brother Trevor and Tyler, and I were coming home from a long day at school. As we walked into the kitchen, we found our mother reading a letter sent from an Arkansas attorney. As I asked her what was so important about the letter, she explained to my brothers and I that we had just inherited all of the saved money that our grandfather Mose and grandmother Pam had kept in their savings account. At that moment in time, my 7 year old self walked right up to my room and screamed with joy. The only, and I mean only thought in my head at that time was oh-god-how-rich-my-family-was-going-to-be. I could buy anything I wanted and I would be the most popular girl in school. When I calmed down, I walked back down stairs to hear more about this unknown money situation. I soon came to find out that the amount of money that grandpa and grandma Schrute had saved in their account was $43.11. My mouth dropped and I returned to my room to scream in despair! I forced myself to accept the fact that $43.11 was a lot for the folks who lived in 1969, but the reality was that it would barely buy me a new pair of jeans at Hollister.

At least we didn’t inherit a beet farm.