Old Order Mennonite Memoirs


October 24, 2019

"How many sweet potato plants do you have?" The hands of my dental hygienist paused as she waited for my answer.

"Mmm... perhaps a dozen," I answered. This was on last Monday's sunny day and I'd told her I wanted to dig my sweet potatoes when I got home. A short time later, I was in my garden trying to drag away all those clingy, rooted vines so I could even get close to the potatoes. Unlike other years, this spring I hadn't even given them a raised mound of tilled soil in which to grow, but the plastic bulged with mounds of thick tuberous roots. With the vines and plastic aside, I began d...

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