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Huber's Family Farm Est. 1944

The Huber's Family Farm Story in Stills. 



Growing up in the rural south the image of a farm almost put the fear of God in me. Especially, when I think about some of the hands that history has dealt minorities.  Fortunately,  I've found a place that looks the same on the outside but resembles something totally different on the inside. 

Today I had the pleasure of photographing the brighter side of them all.  Huber's Family Produce Established in 1944.  Founder George Huber age 86 and wife June 81 still work on the farm daily as produce pickers, while their son Steve Huber oversees day to day operations.

Being a young African American male I've never been a huge fan of farms and what the history of them represent but today opened my eyes to the other side of what farm life means.  The traditions and fundamental foundation of family legacy remains true and pure at Huber's farm. A forgotten lesson in today's society.  At least that's what I gather from my experience there. I'm a huge supporter of independently owned business and Huber's definitely get 5 stars.  So for those of you that don't know and would like to find out more about this rich place visit www.hubersfarm.com.  I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.  Enjoy the stills of the farm below.   





Steve Huber Co-owner of Huber's farm.  He's been working in the fields since he was a child.
One of the Original Scales from the early days of the Huber's farm. 

A man and his treasure. 
Steve's nephew from a far.  The next generation of the Huber family. 


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