Old Order Mennonite Memoirs
June 10, 2021
"Momie, now I'm too warm." The blue eyes of Kameron, age 3, were puzzled. His blonde hair was hidden under the hood of his sweater that he had just labored to put on correctly. His socks had been reclaimed as balls in a corner to warm his chilly feet again and his shoes were on the right feet.
Our grandson, along with his siblings, was at our house while his parents traveled to Union County for an ordination. His attempt to find comfort was a perfect example of last week when May gave way to June. In one week we went from seeking warmth to ward off shivers, to seeking shade to cool off our...