The Farm Side

Vegging out at the Valley's hippest hoe shebang!

"There's our answer, right there," Duncan remembers thinking. "Those guys are sitting around on their butts all day when they could be over here doing something productive."

Two years and miles of red tape later, Duncan saw her produce pipe dream come to fruition: Rather than simply vegetate in the prison's TV lounge, some prisoners were allowed to pay their debt to society by harvesting the Duncans' home-grown delectables, a "plum assignment," according to one Perryville staffer. Although there was originally some skepticism about the project (apparently several liability-minded bureaucrats weren't in love with the idea of letting convicted robbers and drug offenders loose in a cabbage patch with a harvesting knife), the experiment has proven such a big success that the farm donated more than six million pounds of vegetables to the Westside Food Bank.

Now one of that organization's biggest contributors, the prisoner harvest program is also one of the more popular attractions during school field trips.

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Random harvesters: Unidentified mom and son hit the U-Pick-It plot.
Paolo Vescia
Random harvesters: Unidentified mom and son hit the U-Pick-It plot.
Windy kiddy: They grow 'em big in Goodyear.
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Windy kiddy: They grow 'em big in Goodyear.
Going buy-buy: Westward bound trucker passes baby back ribs.
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Going buy-buy: Westward bound trucker passes baby back ribs.

"Whenever the prisoners are out here, there are always armed guards riding around on horses," explains Kathleen Duncan, unintentionally evoking Planet of the Apes imagery. "Or, if they're harvesting corn, the guards stand up on top of a bus so they can see what's going on in the field. The kids really love that. We always tell 'em, 'Hey, if you don't behave . . .'"

Meat-packin' field hands. A maize maze. Potbellied "cows." Okay, so a day at Duncan Family Farms isn't exactly The Bobbsey Twins in the Country.

But, as the proprietors of the Valley's funniest farm point out, it was never meant to be.

"We're not selling carrots or lettuce," explains Kathleen Duncan. "You can get whatever you want year-round at a grocery store. What we're selling is an experience, a chance for people to reconnect a little bit with the farming experience."

And if they've had to ratchet up to lure youthful customers away from Pokémon and video games, no one seems to mind.

"Let me see your teeth," says Arnott Duncan as a group of pintsize migrant workers prepare to take their leave. "Good," he announces after inspecting their smiling faces. "No one leaves here without something green stuck between their teeth."

Piling into a station wagon, the junior Joads-for-a-day wave goodbye. And as they cruise past the big baby and back toward civilization, it'd be nice to think that they're pondering the age-old musical question:

"The chores?"
"The stores!"
"Fresh air?"
"Times Square!"
"Duncan Family Farms?"
"We were there!"

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