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 down. Maybe I'd even get a second wind. But I didn't. Two buggy rides to Piney Creek church and back, besides helping twice with dairy chores was taxing. There was no energy left for a stroll on the field lane between cornfields.

I think the sudden-accelerating afternoon temps helped to wear us down. After sharing lunch with granddaughter Bella, age 10 months, and her parents, we were free to enjoy...