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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 worshiped in Piney Creek church the sun shone brightly and snow melted slowly. When we came home at noon I was dismayed to see that the disappearing snow had uncovered the dirt on my patio. My doorstep didn't really look like I had prepared for company. But I had.

Besides my weekly cleaning, I had even washed windows. Even though my first batch of dinner rolls turned out somewhat like golf balls, my s...

 

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