THE NAME: WIDNOR FARMS
Ryan’s grandparents were Roy Widen and Esther Nordin (Nor-Deen). Their family 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 our first 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.

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. His first pet was as a teenager, a lab for him to raise up as a hunting partner. While, I didn't grow up living on a farm, I had roots deeply tied to the agriculture around me. I rode my horses on the potato fields surrounding my grandparents farm almost daily & my dad, a mechanic for a local crop harvesting company, was a former micro dairyman and hog farmer in his younger years. I also spent countless hours on my (16 years older) sisters cattle ranch just outside of town, learning to milk their dairy cows or peppering her with a million questions in the kitchen while she cooked from scratch meals. 

As adults, neither of us knew what life would hold for us but we felt a calling to raise our kids in the great outdoors and found a passion for feeding others. 

In 2016, we put our modest suburban home on the market, rubbing the few pennies we had together to buy our first farm & the dream was born.

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