THE NAME: WIDNOR FARMS
Ryan’s grandparents were Roy Widen and Esther Nordin (Nor-Deen). Their homestead sat on Widnor (Wid-Nor) Drive, where his aunt, uncles and father spent their days milking cows, tending to the livestock and getting into all sorts of trouble.  As we were closing on the farm, I had a sign made that said “Widen Family Farm” and while Ryan was excited, he looked at me with sincerity and asked if instead, we could call our slice of heaven Widnor Farms. Both of us grew up with a strong foundation by our grandparents, who happened to have been life long friends. It seemed fitting to give the farm the name Ryan held so close. And, so, Widnor Farms it was.

Our story unfolds in the most unlikely of ways. I'm Brianna, the storyteller around here. I'm the voice behind our IG squares & all the musings here online. 

Ryan grew up on a cul-de-sac in the suburbs of a mid sized town. I, Brianna, grew up on a dead end street of a tiny tourist town but rode my horses on my grandparents farm almost daily. Neither of us were raised on a farm but both of us were drawn to an older lifestyle of raising our own food and living off the land. What we didn't know is that we would also have a passion for feeding other people. We are hard workers and while it wasn't possible to jump in right away, we knew good things were worth working for. For years, we saved, prayed, worked and learned. God stepped in big to make it happen in 2017 and we have only grown from then.

From asphalt to gravel, from neighborhoods to pastures; we traded suburban sidewalks for real ranch life.