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 reflected off the snow and into our laughing eyes as we headed for the hills that were calling me. Unyielding ice covered everything on the ground and unlike the tractor wheels, our feet could not break through, much less take confident steps. Jagged ice pieces lay in the wake of the wheels as we headed for the top. When we sent some of the big pieces down the hillside, they clattered and rattled al...