Many of you wrote and wanted to read more “Amish in Their Own Words.” Just a recap—these are short pieces taken from Amish scribes’ letters to The Sugarcreek Budget—an Amish-Mennonite newspaper. They’re a peek into the Plain life . . . permission granted!
In their own words:
“Found on a tombstone in Rhode Island: ‘Under the sod and under the trees lies the body of Jonathan Pease. He is not here, there’s only the pod. Pease shelled out and went to God.’”
“This past week a young couple was on their way home from a friend’s house. As they were driving the wife noticed that the curve ahead did not get the attention of her husband. He was looking the other way. She wisely checked, and seeing that there was not much of a ditch with no fence posts close, she held her tongue. A bit later Mr. Byler found himself driving in a field.”
“Blond jokes abound in my family for obvious reasons. I got a note last week from one of my so called ‘relatives.’ It had a picture of a bare cornfield with one stalk still standing. Beside that stood a sign declaring ‘Corn maze for blondes.‘” [<– Click to tweet!]
“Tuesday evening Rhoda and I were sitting on the front lawn watching the world go by and listening to the musical chatter of the martins. (I had my hearing aid on.) Suddenly, the beauty of the evening was shattered by Rhoda’s, ‘Look, look! Over there by the wash line!’ I looked just in time to see an owl disappear into the woods with a martin in its claws. Usually, I subscribe to the idea of being a law-abiding citizen. (I mean, are owls a protected species?)”
“And then there was this little neighbor boy under school age who went to borrow an age from the neighbors so they could make a cake. The neighbor lady told him they need not return the egg. His remark was, ‘No, we can’t. We need this egg!’”
“A woman was brave enough to try to protect her family from a yearling bear that walked up onto their patio and pressed its nose against the window and looked into the dining room. Before that, one of the children had come running into the house, all excited, and said that there’s a bear in the yard. This mother got the shotgun and some light shells and went outside as the children in the house cheered her on. The bear ran up a tree and sat there looking at her. She waited until it finally came down and then peppered it in the rear, but it just climbed up another tree. Finally it came down and lumbered off into the woods. Later mamma bear came along, examined the slop pile, then continued sniffing the scent of her cub, and eventually disappeared into the woods behind their house. This morning a middle-sized bear feasted on the ripe peaches in the yard. All this makes it a little scary for the children to play in the yard!”
“Our neighbors said in the early 1950s he sold ten butcher hogs—which paid a new pickup truck for him. [<– Click to tweet!] Today it would take about 200 hogs to pay for a new pickup truck. Back then pigs were called mortgage lifters, and today they are called mortgage makers.”
Source: The Budget, PO Box 249, Sugarcreek, Ohio 44681
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