I was reading an article in DSM magazine written by a Chicago native who spent many years on the east coast and has been relocated to Iowa due to her husband’s job.

In her article she states

I know the difference between a Cyclone and a Hawkeye, a Bulldog and a Panther.  I eat sweet corn and pork.  I’ve actually been on a farm and picked something.  I am ready (to be an Iowan)

A friend of hers says she is still an “Iowan in training”.

She goes on to ask what it takes to be an Iowan; she wants to be a member of this club.

When I was young I couldn’t wait to move away from Iowa; nothing happened here and anywhere had to be more exciting and have more to offer.  Fast forward 10 years and I am back, raising my family in a safe town with good schools and lots of opportunity.  I am proud to be in Iowa and from Iowa.  Honestly.

I think that’s what it takes to be an Iowan- to be proud of living here and to boast about what our state has to offer.  Even if it is “just” the best beef and pork in the country, our clean air, our safe towns and our wonderful schools.  Oh, and a butter cow.

What do you think?  When are you truly an Iowan?

By Jody