An Amish Welcome

The first time I entered an Old Order Amish home several things instantly became a part of who I would be when I wrote.

I hadn't expected it or even thought about it. I was looking for facts.

But like a spring day after a hard winter, the difference was undeniable and very welcome.

We've all experienced the spring days that become a part of us: dancing sunlight, the sound of children's laughter carried on warm breezes, song birds letting us know the long awaited season has begun, a donkey braying . . . wait, that donkey experience is not today's post.

Sunshine streamed abundantly through every window as I walked inside. And the home was so quiet. Immediately I longed for more. But why did the sunlight seem to frame the tone for the whole house?

We moved to the large kitchen table and sat down. Because the head of the household had set his work to the side to talk with me, I wasted no time pulling out my notepad. A breeze played with the edges of the paper and a shadow fell across it. Wanting direct light, I shifted the pad of paper to a different spot on the table.

It was then that I knew why the sunlight that seemed to fill the room as if it owned it was more powerful in this home than in mine. It was the only light used during the day.

The aroma of fresh baked cookies filled the home. Coats and boots were lined up neatly near the back door and there was a mop sink in that area too, where family members could wash up after coming in from a day's work.

While I read over my questions, the soft ticking of the clock that echoed throughout the room etched a quiet rhythm inside me--maybe an Amish rhythm. There was no hum of electronic devices, no whirring of fans, no cartoon or radio in the background. It was a kind of quiet I've only experienced when the electricity went out and storms raged outside.

There was no storm, only an Amish man who shared in honesty the good, the bad, and the grace in which they believed.

Old Order Amish, Best Order English?

A couple of years ago I spent a few days with an Old Order Amish family. It was early May and the nine-year-old daughter of a friend was excitedly telling me how she longed for school to be over.

She loved working with her Mammi (her grandmother) who lives within walking distance of her home.

Hmmmm. Her great plan for summer break was going to Mammi's house to work. Okay, I've been around long enough to know this is not the average hope of a child's summer break.

She'd helped her Mammi a few hours each week during the summer in previous years, but finally she was old enough to work some each day and have a set job in the process of baking the pies, a set job where she was proud to have earned her way to that position.

Whether Englischer or Amish, rich or poor, the wisdom of not waiting until a child loses his or her wonder and desire—not waiting until he or she is old enough to work at the pace of an adult—is wise. To build on the natural, inner desire of a child to be helpful and allow a child to work at his or her pace while they are learning and contributing and feeling good about themselves—I'll tell you, I wish my lifestyle was more conducive to that type of child rearing.

I think my takeaway from that incident wasn't the newness of the idea, but the realization that the effort is worth it for the next generation. So, for any of us moms that are tempted to shoo children out from under foot so they can get bored and then need to be entertained, and all the while are losing their desire to be helpful to the family, maybe the Old Order is the Best Order to aim for :-)

I've been tagged

My friend Meg tagged me, so I'm to name six weird things about me and then tag six people. Okay, I'll play, but just remember Meg, I'm the one who owns the Ungame, girl, and pay backs are right around the corner!!

1.) I love driving my van, but I avoid having to put gas in it--and I almost never do:-)
2.) Even with gift certificates in hand, I hate shopping.
3.)I'd rather scrub a shower than talk on the phone.
4.)I like straightening the house and putting things away, but I rarely remember where I put them (this a personal favorite of my eldest son who buys things and then can't find them because he set it on the counter and I put it away)
5.)On Christmas presents, I never wrote from Santa when the children were young, but now that everyone is past that age, I put from Santa on all the packages.
6.) I wait until the house is empty to rock the house with singing, mumbling about plotlines, or venting and I'm thankful the dog can't repeat what he heard.

Can Rachel , Ane, Dee, Cheryl, and Christy come out to play? Please, please, please.

Updating The Amish Cook's Site

Well . . . okay, so the site itself isn't being updated. I posted the other day about The Amish Cook and shared a link. The editor of the site was kind enough to drop by and share the link to the home page. Kevin, the editor, has his blog postings on there along with many other things--so far everything I've read has been excellent---all Amish related, well balanced, and totally interesting.

http://amishcookonline.com Enjoy

God's peace ~