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Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

It was only a short walk we took after chores around the newly-opened cornfields as an early darkness settled over our cloudy Sunday. Along the fence rows long goldenrod stems bowed down into the...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

Almost apologetically August finally gave us one day of comfortably cool weather to work in my garden all day. I pulled out my two rows of spent string bean plants, marveling again at the potential...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

Dear August, You are getting old. The crickets are singing away your last full night. Cradled in the lap of summer, your days are too soon gone. Our little grandchildren ran barefoot in all your...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

Time seemed to stand still as I stood inside the screened door of our front porch. Having recognized the call from the bluebird parents for their fledglings to try their wings for the first time, I...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

Like a hot knife through butter, summer days are melting away. Cricket songs lull us to sleep at night and cicada songs remind us to organize our books and get ready to count our 180 academic days....

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

"Pop, pop," went the kernels of corn under the lid I held over the cast iron pan. The flames of the campfire flickered cheerily in the growing darkness of our seventh annual camping time with our...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

Dear July, Thank you for the gifts of beauty in summer. There is no secret that your days were simply summer. Your 31 days went over 80 degrees and over half of them went over 90 degrees. Your hot...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

My father was one to stand at night And look up at the sky At springtime moons and blue starlight And clouds that drifted by. He seemed to drink the fragrant air In natural, keen delight. One with...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

It was in a sermon that I first heard that children 'put their feet under their parent's table'. In essence, I guess that means the carefree, innocent time of eating at a table in which you did not...

 
 By Roseann Zimmerman    Life    July 9, 2020

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

“Fill your soul, your memory, With layers and depths and textures And heights of lush green, Before the miracle of summer Fades away once more, as it always does. “Drink in, absorb every hue and Shade of green, from pale of mint To the rich,...

 
 By Roseann Zimmerman    Life    July 2, 2020

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

Dear June, I wanted you and waited for your warmth, but you were influenced by May in your first day. Your frightening 38 degrees soon dissipated, however, then you whammed us with 90 degrees. In our...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

The first day of summer has already come and gone. It was a good day for little purple martins to hatch out of their eggs. Their tiny heads wobbled hungrily on their skinny, frail necks as they...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

The sound of the vacuum pump humming is a part of life on the farm. It's normal and usual. We take it for granted, never thinking twice about the motor that produces vacuum to milk our cows. But...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

When June began its first day with temperatures in the 30s, it seemed that chills would simply stay and outdoor comfort wouldn't come, but it did. It seemed like a miracle, but by the end of the...

 
 By Roseann Zimmerman    Life    June 4, 2020

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

Dear May, Thank-you for all the blessings you have given us in your days. We anticipated your warmth and your flowers which eventually came after you finally shook off the influence of cool, wet...

 
 By Roseann Zimmerman    Life    May 21, 2020

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

The newest storybook in my house is for children. The metaphoric story was written by Jeremiah Pent of Tennessee last year. In it, an orphan boy looks for a place to call home. On his journey, he meets various people who each give him a metaphor for...

 
 By Roseann Zimmerman    Life    May 7, 2020

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

Dear April, Thank you for all the lovely gifts you gave to us and forgive us if we grumbled about all your chilly, cloudy days. Even though we don't usually burn wood for warmth in all your days, we...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

In the battle between winter and summer, I am most encouraged by the songs of our feathered friends. It did not matter if the temperatures again felt like 32 degrees, the chirping sparrow would not...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

April continues to hold us at bay. A violent storm on her second Monday morning whistled up from the south and took off some roofs and pushed over some big trees, leaving their roots in the air. The...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

"First she said she thought she could; Then she said she couldn't; Then she said she guessed she would; Then she said she wouldn't. First she smiled a teardrop; Then she frowned a shower, Turned the...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

“Am I seeing one right now?” my husband asked suddenly on Monday, March 30, when breakfast was almost over. We had just been talking about the arrival of the purple martins because we anticipated their acrobatic flights over our farm. My eyes...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

Dear March, Thank you for all the gifts you have given to us in your days and all your surprises. Through my years of diary-keeping, your recorded temps were radical. One year in your hot sunshine, we donned flip flops and painted the outside barn...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

Said the Robin to the Sparrow, "I should really like to know Why these anxious human beings Rush about and worry so." Said the Sparrow to the Robin, "My friend, it must be That they have no Heavenly...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

With heavy eyelids and burning eyes brought on by daylight saving time, we also bounced back and forth like a ball. March, with unpredictable moods, bounced us between winter and summer. But we're...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

"Little crocus blooming there What a precious beauty fair, Head held high – so brave are you Hoping spring shall soon shine through, Treasured beauty – in the sod Surely from the heart of God."...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

Dear February, Thank you for all the gifts in your days, through the mighty hand of God who rules over His created seasons. Your first day was the first of many calm, gray days that only hinted of fre...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

The pain in my shoulder that awoke me wasn't an unfamiliar pain. I went back over the events of the day before, trying to recall what I did to bring it on. The sunny, mild Monday, Feb. 17, had been...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

Like my dad, I enjoy reading books. Like him, I tend to be critical of what I read. We might even call a book stupid, especially if it's unrealistic. But we are both influenced by what we read. We...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

Sometimes lunch is a quickie with leftovers from my fridge before I resume the projects on hand, but that wasn't the case last week. Not only were all the foods different, they were also at different...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

"The Surprise" "When I see a snowdrop, I just have to stop and gaze. This miracle that happens In the worst of winter's days Always takes my breath away. I can't believe it's true. It looks so frail...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

"Heart Song" My heart sings at the falling snow, a photograph from long ago, a simple bowl of soup, some bread, a river rock, the color red. My heart sings at an open book, your sweater hanging from...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

The warm water in the calf bucket relieved my cold hands. Rubber gloves didn't do much for protection against the frigid temperatures that suddenly came back to Morrisons Cove. Extra coats and gloves...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

Like a yo-yo, last week's weather fluctuated drastically. The snowy afternoon on Tuesday when I biked home from an action-packed day along Fair Valley Road, was lovely but not so deep that I had to pu...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

"Before us lies A new year.... ... like an unopened package ... like an unread book, ... like an untrod pathway. It is new, and it lies in our hands to use to His glory or for our pleasure. God has...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

Rolling wheels were a significant part of my Sunday. In accordance to impromptu plans I was a passenger in the van that traveled (rolled with wheels) to Lancaster County. From the turnpike exit in Den...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

"The true miracle of Christmas," writes LaVerne P. Larson, "Is hope and faith and love – These gifts the Christ Child brought to all From heaven high above." Like gifts that can't be seen, some...

 

Old Oder Mennonite Memoirs

"At Christmas I no more desire a rose, Than wish a snow in May's newfangled shows, But like of each thing that in season grows," wrote William Shakespeare long ago. I "like of each thing that in...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

Darkness has settled on December's first day. It doesn't seem possible that November is already gone. It was a friendly month that allowed us to get our fall work done. Up to the evening of its 25th...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

As we approach our shortest day, we seem to have a lot of night. Darkness greets us in the morning and beats us to our beds. In November's nights are sounds of rustling leaves, dry and frozen,...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

The florescent light bulb behind Buckeye the cow didn't shine as bright as it should, so I commented again on the lack of desired lighting. Until my husband finally replaced the bulb, I kept on...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

Thankfulness is not a seasonal dress, (writes Elizabeth Lathrop Powers,) To wear awhile and then pack away; It is a garment meant for daily wear, Not just to decorate the holiday. Its colors will not...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

It was this past springtime when my little greenhouse was all empty that I noticed some purple wandering jew vines still growing under the table, without pots. I yanked them loose and threw them in a...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

Tomatoes from our gardens, unless they are preserved, will rot. Sometimes, though, the small amount of ripe fruit doesn't merit the messy setup to can them. Learning from my daughter's friend that...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoir

"Are you about finished with your fall housecleaning?" my sister-in-law asked me. I was sitting in a circle with five of my sisters-in-law on Sunday afternoon because my husband and I were invited to...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

The wheels of the van went round and round all along the road. Although my traveling companions and I spent the hours and miles visiting, laughing and singing together, it was a sad occasion which bid...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

The monarch butterfly that floated over me made no sound but I saw it flutter in the morning sunshine. It was only a moment in its migration journey, and then it was gone from my sight. I was...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

The waning moon seemed to look down on me where I lay in the back of the moving vehicle. The baggage beside me didn't seem to mind the bumps in the road, but to me the bumps were brain-rattling and...

 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

On the doorstep of autumn we stood last week. Behind us is humid summer heat with thunder and lightning and driven rain, but before us are cool, dewy mornings. On a September morning we don shoes and...

 

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...

 

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