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 subconsciously aware of bean fields, squirrels and oak trees because we were trying to help the boys use the new squeeze 'n blow pop-up bubbles. Six-year-old Tyson eventually mastered the technique of making bubbles but Conner, at only half the years, had a time with remembering when to stop squeezing, then the liquid flowed down over his hand.

Like a butterfly, Lyla skipped after the bubbles that float...