About Us

Jonathan Campbell Founder, Sales, and Services

Jonathan grew up in the valley helping operate and maintain his family's 200 acre and 300 head dairy, and grain farm. A graduate of Penn State University, with a degree in Management Science and Information Systems and a Master of Science, Agronomy, Jon has put his education to good use in a variety of experiences and ventures. Those experiences include performing field research, raw material buyer and planner, crop specialist and sales representative for Perdue Farms, and an adult farmer coordinator for Pennsylvania Department of Education.

Jonathan, being strong in faith, traveled internationally to complete missionary work in Honduras and the Ukraine in 2005.

Jonathan is excited to share his knowledge, working with local farmers in the surrounding areas, and will be happy to assist you with all the sales and services we have to offer.

sales@campbellcrops.com

717-362-2222

Lainey Campbell Office Manager

Jonathan Campbell Founder, Sales, and Services

Lainey grew up the fifth of six children attending Line Mountain School District, graduating as valedictorian for the class of 2008. She graduated from Susquehanna University in 2012 receiving her bachelor's degree in Biochemistry with a Secondary Education teaching certificate.

Lainey and Jon went into business together, officially taking ownership of their dairy herd in October of 2008, where they have worked to improve their herd genetics and performance.

Lainey is currently helping run the business as the Office Manager for Campbell Crops. She would be happy to assist you with your questions, sales and scheduling needs.

office@campbellcrops.com

717-362-1111

The Adventure!

Jonathan Campbell Founder, Sales, and Services

The Adventure!

Jonathan and Lainey have been married for 14 years. They met at Grace Community Church in 2008. Together, they started a new adventure with Campbell Crops.

Another adventure they joined together in was their family! They have seven beautiful children: Naomi, Emerson, Silas, Tabitha, Jonah, Simon, and Gwynaeth. If you stop by at Campbell Crops, you are likely to be greeted by one of these smaller crew members!

Together with their 7 children, they have expanded their farming adventure into growing pumpkins, ornamentals, and sunflowers, as well as raising Katahdin sheep and Boer goats.

...So God Made a Farmer

Delivered by Paul Harvey, November 1978, Kansas City, MO (to the FFA)

And on the 8th day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said, "I need a caretaker"

...So God made a Farmer.

God said, "I need somebody willing to get up before dawn, milk cows, work all day in the fields, milk cows again, eat supper, then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board"

...So God made a Farmer.

"I need somebody with arms strong enough to rustle a calf and yet gentle enough to deliver his own grandchild; somebody to call hogs, tame cantankerous machinery, come home hungry, have to wait lunch until his wife’s done feeding visiting ladies, then tell the ladies to be sure and come back real soon -- and mean it"

...So God made a Farmer.

God said, "I need somebody willing to sit up all night with a newborn colt, and watch it die, then dry his eyes and say, 'Maybe next year.' I need somebody who can shape an ax handle from a persimmon sprout, shoe a horse with a hunk of car tire, who can make harness out of haywire, feed sacks and shoe scraps; who, planting time and harvest season, will finish his forty-hour week by Tuesday noon, and then pain’n from tractor back, put in another seventy-two hours"

...So God made a Farmer.

God had to have somebody willing to ride the ruts at double speed to get the hay in ahead of the rain clouds, and yet stop in mid-field and race to help when he sees the first smoke from a neighbor’s place

...So God made a Farmer.

God said, "I need somebody strong enough to clear trees and heave bails, yet gentle enough to tame lambs and wean pigs and tend the pink-combed pullets, who will stop his mower for an hour to splint the broken leg of a meadow lark." It had to be somebody who’d plow deep and straight and not cut corners; somebody to seed, weed, feed, breed and rake and disc and plow and plant and tie the fleece and strain the milk and replenish the self-feeder and finish a hard week’s work with a five-mile drive to church; somebody who would bale a family together with the soft strong bonds of sharing, who would laugh, and then sigh, and then reply, with smiling eyes, when his son says that he wants to spend his life "doing what dad does."