Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

Dear January,

Snowflakes made little tic-tic sounds as they glanced off my windbreaker jacket and my boots swished in the accumulating powdery whiteness, as I walked in the darkness of your last day. Quickly, before you handed the reins over to February, you gave us softly-falling snow.

Although most of your days were mild, in your last week, a strong wind roared in from the north and cooled us down. Water on ponds froze, to the delight of fleet-footed youngsters, but not all the youth were skating last Saturday evening. At the singing along Auction Road, a new couple took their first walk...