Old Order Mennonite Memoirs
January 23, 2020
The warm water in the calf bucket relieved my cold hands. Rubber gloves didn't do much for protection against the frigid temperatures that suddenly came back to Morrisons Cove. Extra coats and gloves weren't needed earlier in the week, especially not on Wednesday.
It was the day I had gone to Zimmerman's Bernina Sewing for a quilt class. Having been the only student, I was also on my own to eat my packed lunch. The outdoors called me, so I ran outside to answer. In a little corner of lawn beside their lane, the sun shone warmly on my side as I sat beside a large tree trunk. Blue jays calle...