One of my uncles actually began the family diaspora. The useless git simply could not stand in the middle of a wheat, or for that matter barley or oat, crop without feeling seasick.The slightest zephyr had the golden waves turning him green in the face.
In defence of our family farm, though, he could also get seasick just standing on the end of a jetty.
And when I think about it I don't recall that I ever saw him in a swimming pool - or a bath (but that's another story altogether).
Which might explain why four of his five brothers also left the land as soon as decently possible.
Followed by three of my four siblings.
Although my sister, to her credit, did marry a farmer.
Sadly though, none of her uncles have been able to visit her once the crops on her new farm have started emerging.
But as hopeless as these fourth and fifth generations of farmers have been, it is the problems left in their wake once they raised anchor and set sail which have really caused the issues.
Because none of them planned coming back. Not to a cropping enterprise anyway.
Two did go on to become successful beef producers and my brothers now run a thriving wool and sheepmeat operation - with nary a fodder crop in sight.
But to do that they wanted, indeed needed, they had to be paid out of the family farm.
In successive generations the farm succession plan was blown to smithereens.
You can do all the planning you like but when you get smacked in the face with this kind of problem, then you've really got a problem.
To which the answer is traditionally debt.
Just what every farm needs, right? A little more debt.
Our family succession planning had not even got past a few doodles on an office pad.
Not for the old man's generation, and once again, not for mine.
There did not seem any hurry.
They were young when it imploded, as were we children when it was dÃƒÂ©jÃƒÂ vu all over again.
So how do you plan for genetic incompetence?
Well for a start, you need to have things locked up a lot tighter than we did.
You need a strategy which protects the business as much as it does the shareholders.
I remember going to a VFF conference a few years ago and hearing Lisa Brown, generation six or seven of Brown Brothers Wines at Milawa.
She was talking about succession planning in her family, and brother, was her focus all about family.
If you want to be plugged into the trust fund which runs the business, and you want to be married, you need a prenuptial agreement.
The business is always in the family and no, love is not a good enough excuse to let anyone else in the door.
Thanks God my old ma is not around to hear about this.
For a start, I would have to explain prenuptial to her.
She would probably assume it was sex before marriage and be suitably horrified.
Once she understood it was signing away assets before marriage her horror would have known no bounds.
But first and foremost it shows today the lengths to which some multi-generational farming families are having to go to as more and more people are lining up for a slice of the pie.
I bounced it off some of my kids the other day.
The faces of two of my sons lit up instantly.
"Bewdy," they cried in unison.
"Can't think of a better reason to avoid getting the old ball and chain locked on."
Somehow I don't think they are taking this seriously enough.
I think it's time I started hiding their seasick pills.