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Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

"Ping!" went the lid on the jar of freshly canned salsa on my daughter's kitchen counter. "Yes!" cheered my middle daughter at the sound of a successful seal. It was Thursday and I was at her house...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

"Why am I on this side of the wall?" The words caught my attention from the back cover of a book on our coffee table. I knew it was written by Gary Miller before I picked it up. I knew it was an...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

"The lazy, languid August days Foretell the misty autumn haze Which soon the summer sky will glaze. The locusts call both day and night; The ants are storing all in sight As birds prepare for southwar...

 

Old Oder Mennonite Memoirs

Chloe Pup begged for a walk into the evening dusk on Sunday but no one went with her. I really wanted to, but instead I flopped on the grass in the backyard, hoping for a stray breeze to cool me...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

"Splat, splat!" Raindrops pelted on the cabbage leaves in the Fair Valley garden where we were cutting heavy heads from their summer home. The wind-driven raindrops that chased us were only the first...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

"Mom, I can't get the 'lapper' off," said Lyla about the husks on the ear of corn she held in her hands. At age 2, pronouncing the word 'wrapper' may yet be too difficult; it might not even be the...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

"The sun moves westward out of sight; Its warmth remains to greet the night When sounds of crickets fill the air and fireflies venture from each lair To fascinate in unseen flight Those who watch...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

Published by Our Daily Bread Ministries are little booklets called Discovery Series, written by different authors. Usually I sort-of-like “plow” through them and forget what I read, but last week when I was snapping green beans, the newest...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

I kneel on warm ground by loaded rows Of small green peas that my garden grows, Feeling a kinship with summer and God Each time I pick a ripe, green pod. In my kitchen, I hull away The covering from my food bouquet, Exposing small jewels of...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

Being shackled with velvet chains to my garden doesn't hurt. In fact, usually I never think about being bound. But last week I remembered. Instead of chains, however, which would never budge, I thought of them as rubber bands. They stretched and let...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

The loud whine of my husband’s portable grinder filled my ears as he worked to make the 62 rusted bolts and nuts loosen their grip on our two-seated swing. After many rains and snows, our swing was ready for a face lift, especially since I anticipa...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

The soybean plants stretched in long rows towards the woods nestled in the southeast hills, while squirrels scolded from the oak trees that surrounded my daughter's backyard deck. I was only...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

It was a new thing for me to wear ear plugs. I looked in astonishment at my lawn mower. The 6 horsepower Kawasaki engine under the green paint seemed to turn into a purring kitten. The traffic on...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

The wind is a natural movement of air around the earth on which we live. It varies in velocity, that is, speed or quickness of motion. Although it's invisible, we see what it does. We feel it. We...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

Chloe Pup ran circles around me in her excitement about going for a walk, but at the gate beside the meadow fence she sat down to wait. Too many zaps from the electric fence taught her to fear an unseen enemy in that area. Even though the grass...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

Swallows on the telephone wires Are quarter notes the sun inspires, A rondo for the wind to play Through the fields of new-mown hay. Quarter notes on a sun-lit staff – My soul is not big enough by...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

The zipper of my jacket wouldn't go up any farther because I had yanked it to the limit. Clutching at the clothes around my throat helped, but I needed both hands to maintain my two-wheeled balance...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

Mark Twain said, “Climate is what we expect; weather is what we get. In the spring, I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours.” Maybe the spring weather was more erratic in Mississippi or Connecticut where he lived, but I...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

A little couplet by William Cowper says that "Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rocked in the cradle of the western breeze." Besides rocking baby buds, Old Mother West Wind touches me...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

The wheels on the van were going round and round on the turnpike one day years ago. The mists of time have hidden the exact date from my memory. I’m not even sure why we were in Lancaster County, but we were on our way home. As the miles grew...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

Spring took me by the throat on the last Saturday in March. I’ve heard of spring fever, but this was even more violent. The outdoors was invitingly warm with sunshine, but I had to endure my weekly cleaning first. Subdued and songless, I hurried to...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

The two facing pages in the Ideals magazine lying beside me are black, but offsetting the darkness is a bough of tiny green leaves mingling with pink apple blossoms. In a collision of seasons, a light snow clings to the new life. Droplets, like...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

The turtle was huge. To the little boys that came with their mothers to help knot comforters last week, the 2-foot-long, brown reptile looked quite frightening. But being shown that it was lifeless...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

The accumulation of fabric fragments under my feet distracted me. As I kicked them aside again I thought about the second law of thermodynamics which states that "the total amount of energy in the...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

Since winter still has a tight grip on us, we keep seeking warmth to chase away the chills that would plague us. My husband faithfully feeds our hungry woodstove which keeps the cold at bay and sometimes the oil furnace blows hot air up from the...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

The sound of breaking ice was loud under the steel tractor wheels on Tuesday morning as my husband and I went for an unusual excursion across the ice-encrusted, snowy fields. The bright sunbeams...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

"Just living is not enough," said the butterfly. "One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower." When I found this little saying by Hans Christian Andersen, I was pleased. Not only are butterf...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

Since outdoor flowers were nonexistent last week, I was more conscious of them in other places, even though they were not real flowers. Monday's warm sunshine on Feb. 4, enticed me outdoors for a...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

The week of winter weather seems to be gone. No ice was in the calf buckets on Sunday evening and the water bowls for the horses weren't frozen, even though their door was wide open. While we worshipe...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

Doing laundry for loved ones isn't a new thing for me. Being the oldest in a family of 10 children, I learned at a young age how to sort clothing on piles according to color or soiled condition. In a...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

As is his habit, after finishing in the milk house, my husband surveyed the western skies. In the summer, he usually steps outside the door but on Saturday evening, it was dark wintertime, so he stood inside. Peering through the window, he watched...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

The rotary cutter in my hand stopped rolling along the square patch of fabric as I held it suspended in mid-air. What was I hearing? Was our neighbor scraping his lane? But the sound grew louder. The flapping and banging of metal intensified and I...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

The first drops of rain on Monday forenoon, Dec. 31, splashed into my face when I was biking home with a box full of groceries. I was thankful to be home before the showers poured down but not...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

If we imagine the Old Year as a person, he has only a day, a little bit more, till his life is over. His last breath is imminent, meaning that it is ready to take place, with death hanging...

 

Old Order Memoirs

After a day filled to the brim, an early bedtime would be tempting but hopefully I can stay awake until I finished my little letter. Although Christmas hasn’t been here yet, our little family...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

"Consecrate me now to thy service, Lord, by the pow'r of grace divine; Let my soul look up with a steadfast hope, and my will be lost in Thine. Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord, To the cross...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

The book I’m reading these days used to be on my mother’s book shelf and was written by Willa Cather in 1918. “My Antonia” is the story of an immigrant farm girl triumphing over hardship in...

 

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