<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014581756350836885</id><updated>2008-11-20T12:50:05.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amish</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.homerlane.com/amish/'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.homerlane.com/amish/atom.xml'/><author><name>Amish/English</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704364620920693460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014581756350836885.post-6411922534505137409</id><published>2008-11-20T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T12:50:05.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking Bread</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.homerlane.com/amish/uploaded_images/IMG_2098-705348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://www.homerlane.com/amish/uploaded_images/IMG_2098-704659.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So how has retirement been so far?  I am keeping busy as you can see.  I have been baking all the bread we eat.  I am cooking up a storm too.  Today I baked rolls.  Not how I started baking bread, but the new way is the best!  After they came out with bread machines, I told my family I wasn't interested.  Finally one year I said OK and started using the bread machine.  We must have continued to gain weight because I got rid of it. :-)  Now I started up again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this bread machine from the church rummage sale several years ago for two dollars and it didn't have the recipe book along so I have been going online to find recipes.  I think I have finally fine tuned this one recipe.  My husband wants more grain in the bread so I'll experiment with that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going back to my Amish days and cooking from "scratch".  Fortunately my husband enjoys soups which is easy to make and have on hand.  I made a pot of soup this week;  Zesty Vegetable Soup.  I didn't like it too much, it had a clear broth base and I prefer a tomato base for my soups. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up we baked a batch of bread every week, or maybe every 5 days?  I can't remember for sure.  But with our large family a little bread machine wouldn't begin to make enough.  We had this huge pan and I think we used at least a quart of water for starters. (I use 1 1/4 cup water). It would be an all day process!  Summer and winter!  I got sick and tired of kneading the dough!  It was a big batch and my mom had me start baking early on, I could have been 7 or 8 years old.  I was always interested in whatever they were cooking so I got put to work.  It was fun when I started but after awhile it got pretty boring and repetitive!  We baked at least 6 or 7 loaves of bread each week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do I do as a mom?  I didn't make my children help me in the kitchen.  When Holly was growing up I told her she should never tell anyone that her mother grew up Amish!  Because I didn't make her cook or sew.  But the good daughter that she was told me that she had more important things to do with her life, like study and play the piano!  She has turned out to be a good cook and she's a great mother too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lunch today I made Enchiladas.  Yummy!  Let me know if you want the recipe and I'll send it out.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/6411922534505137409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014581756350836885&amp;postID=6411922534505137409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/posts/default/6411922534505137409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/posts/default/6411922534505137409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.homerlane.com/amish/2008/11/baking-bread.html' title='Baking Bread'/><author><name>Amish/English</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704364620920693460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014581756350836885.post-8370404129606208138</id><published>2008-10-31T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T06:54:19.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living a life that makes a difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.homerlane.com/amish/uploaded_images/Sisters86-700749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://www.homerlane.com/amish/uploaded_images/Sisters86-700645.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ed and I took a trip to PA this month and I got to celebrate Thanksgiving with my sisters.  (The Amish &amp;amp; English).  They have their own families so they pick a date in the fall to get together.  It so happened that I emailed Liz and ask her if they had a date picked out yet.  Since I haven't been available to celebrate with them, she doesn't check with me.  So this picture was taken several decades ago but to show you how mixed up we are.  8 out of 12 were at my sister Anna's house this fall.  The day was interesting - my oldest sister said that since "the English" don't bring things to do with their hands, she decided to be like us and not do anything, just sit and visit.  I have needle work I wanted to finish up but forgot to take it along.  We had a nice quiet, interesting afternoon visiting with each other.  Families are gifts from God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed and I had a big surprise last Sunday, we had a lunch planned with the Sonnentag's and Kramers, but what they didn't tell us was that they invited Dennis &amp;amp; Joanne Willcott to lunch too.  Dennis was a board member and Joanne helped me with Missionettes and Bible Studies.  So we had a fun reunion.  They moved to PA in the 90's job related and now are back in Wisconsin.  Life has interesting turns of events.  They moved back home to Wisconsin and we are planning to move home, back to PA.  (I wish we would have taken a picture).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another big event in my life this week was joining the modern age and signing up for Face Book.  So I have all these friends out there.  This should be more fun!  Brent our son tries to keep Ed and I current with all that's going on out there in cyber space. :-)  It takes time for me to adjust and change . . . but its coming along!  From Amish with no modern gadgets to computers and online . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next week Ed and I get to travel to CA and enjoy a week of vacation with the Assistant Superintendents of the Assemblies of God.  Ed has had this title for several years now which gives him meetings to attend in Waupaca monthly.  Our life has slowed down considerably which is nice.  We get to enjoy and experience life as it comes down the road.  I am looking for a job, partime hopefully.  While we are here in Wisconsin, I would be happy to work full time.  Especially with the holidays that would be exciting to be in the excitement of things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things will be different this year.  In years gone by we were serving the church and working with them and now whatever God brings into our lives.  My devotional today give talked about how to make life meaningful  1)  How to line up our priorities, 2)  Lighten up your attitude, 3)  Look up to God.  This is what I am working on in my life - honoring God in everything that I do.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/8370404129606208138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014581756350836885&amp;postID=8370404129606208138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/posts/default/8370404129606208138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/posts/default/8370404129606208138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.homerlane.com/amish/2008/10/living-life-that-makes-difference.html' title='Living a life that makes a difference'/><author><name>Amish/English</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704364620920693460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014581756350836885.post-1137817833512111318</id><published>2008-10-19T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T07:59:16.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Promises</title><content type='html'>Years ago my father in law was visiting us in Sheboygan.  We were having a conversation at our kitchen table, just him and I.  He was trying to decide what to do with the family farm.  He purchased this farm from his parents years ago.  I never met his parents, just his brothers and sisters.  Anyway, he asked if I wanted to live in Transfer when we retired.  Well, I was only fifty that year and the "r" word was not in my vocabulary!  I felt indignant thinking about retirement at that time.  Realizing that retirement was something that I would need to think about in the future and make adjustments for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gave me Jeremiah 29:11 years ago;  for I know the plans I have for you. . .plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.  I go back from here and read verse 10 . . . when seventy years are completed . . . I will come to you . . .and bring you back to this place.  We are waiting for our house to sell before we can go back. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am living out that life right now.  My husband retired after 29 years of ministry here in Sheboygan.  I am very thankful that God allowed us to stay put for these many years!  Its not that usual for a pastor to only pastor 2 churches in his lifetime! (We still have many more years left?!) So I don't know if this will be the only churches  . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finding life interesting. . . I need to find a job to pay for my health insurance.  Its interesting that we bought into a life that spends money for "just in case" . . . but that is how we live life today.  Its not that I am against it either.  The Amish way is that when disaster strikes a family the community get together and either take an offering or have an auction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years my oldest sister and her husband had an auction to sell their machinery they didn't use anymore and their children didn't want.  The food service they used donated their profits to a local Amish family that had something tragic happen in their home.   I don't remember the details anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The community I grew up in Lawrence County PA has a very large group of Amish.  They have taken families and moved from there to go and establish other communities in other states.  I had uncles when I was still Amish move to Michigan.  I don't remember any details anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime I want to remember things I ask my older sisters for information.  I think my husband gets a kick out of having these Amish as relatives . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents have been gone for a long time now and I was never "shunned" so they can (are allowed) to do business with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In thinking about my parents, when they passed away in the early nineties.  When a person is "shunned" by the Amish they aren't allowed to be buried in an Amish cemetary.  When my dad passed away they let it be known to us that he could be buried inside the fence.  I didn't realize I had such deep feelings but my answer back to them through my sister Emma;  they shunned him since the early sixties, I did not want him buried in their cemetary!  So both my parents are buried in a Mennonite cemetary.  (Is this really better?)  Anyway, that's what we did.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/1137817833512111318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014581756350836885&amp;postID=1137817833512111318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/posts/default/1137817833512111318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/posts/default/1137817833512111318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.homerlane.com/amish/2008/10/gods-promises.html' title='God&apos;s Promises'/><author><name>Amish/English</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704364620920693460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014581756350836885.post-1123538548704225657</id><published>2008-10-02T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T08:03:15.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Canning . . .</title><content type='html'>Canning.  I am canning tomatoes today.  A friend gave us tomatoes to can.  The only problem I had with canning today - I looked in my cupboard for canning jars . . . I took them to PA!  I have been reading about freezing tomatoes;  so that's what I decided to do with them today.  I'll let you know if I like to use frozen tomatoes in our soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My growing up years, this was a very important part of life.  Canning.  We spent hours picking and preparing both fruit and vegetables.  We had a huge garden.  My mom always said that we would never go hungry.  We might not enjoy what was served but something tasty was on the table.  Mom would stew tomatoes and we would put it on potatoes.  We would make a gravy with the tomatoes.  I have never made it again after I left home.  I don't ever want to taste it again either.  :-)  Now I love stewed tomatoes, sometimes I have a real craving for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would have rows and rows of canned product.  I grumbled in those days!  When I got married I told my mother that I had no intentions of canning.  Soon after we got married she brought tomatoes to our apartment with some jars to help me get started.  I did can what she brought to me that day but that's all I canned that summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family would can our meat too.  I must not have helped with this because I was in school.  The Amish can meat in the winter because they don't have refrigeration.  I only remember butchering a pig once.  I know we must have butchered cows too but I don't remember anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed and I went off to Rhode Island a year after we were married;  Ed attended Zion Bible Institute and I got a job.  We were allowed to eat in the Bible School's cafeteria whenever we wanted too.  (Or needed too).  After the first year in Rhode Island, we went back to Transfer for the summer;  Ed had taken a leave of absence from his job so he had a good job that summer.  I started canning and canned whatever anyone would let me can and took it back to RI!  We loved and ate everything we took back with us.  We ate hamburgers and hot dogs so I would can hot peppers to help spice up the sandwiches.  One batch I didn't wear gloves, I burned my hands badly!  Yikes.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/1123538548704225657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014581756350836885&amp;postID=1123538548704225657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/posts/default/1123538548704225657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/posts/default/1123538548704225657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.homerlane.com/amish/2008/10/canning.html' title='Canning . . .'/><author><name>Amish/English</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704364620920693460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014581756350836885.post-8561652877467802588</id><published>2008-09-20T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T20:33:46.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retirement</title><content type='html'>Retirement.  Interesting word.  I have been BUSY!  I attended pastor's wives retreat in Waupaca.  Came home to Sheboygan for the weekend.  On Monday my husband and I drove back to Waupaca for what the Assemblies call Keenager Kamp at Spencer Lake.  They asked my husband to teach a workshop on Tuesday titled "Grandparenting".  I couldn't imagine what the retreat would be like but I actually enjoyed myself.  The people weren't all really old.  I got to connect with some old friends of ours.  We did come home Tuesday night to get ready for our weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a garage sale today, its been years since we did a garage sale.  We met some interesting people.   Sunday we are having an open house with an ad in the Press.  So hopefully someone will choose to buy this house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One comment on Amish retirement . . . the dad sells his farm to someone in the family that chooses to be a farmer.  They build a doty house and the parent can help out on the farm whenever they want.  We are planning to build a doty house in Transfer on my husbands family farm.  Does that count?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/8561652877467802588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014581756350836885&amp;postID=8561652877467802588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/posts/default/8561652877467802588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/posts/default/8561652877467802588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.homerlane.com/amish/2008/09/retirement.html' title='Retirement'/><author><name>Amish/English</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704364620920693460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014581756350836885.post-2261395330740934647</id><published>2008-07-08T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T17:29:40.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Story about Dolls</title><content type='html'>When I was growing up I loved to play dolls.  For some reason I don't remember ever owning a doll of my own.  Wierd!  It doesn't make sense to me at all.  From what I do remember . . . my mother decided to make dolls for Christmas one year.  I must have already been in school? Martha, one of my older sisters made the dolls, they were pretty modern with movable arms and legs.  Up to that time the dolls must have had the arms sticking out wide.  Hard to dress and play with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Amish dolls don't have any facial features or hair.  They are made out of cloth.  These dolls were made out of white muslin type of cotton material.  I loved to play dolls, somehow I must have talked my younger sisters out of allowing me to use one of their dolls.  I loved playing with them.  (Didn't I already mention that several times?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do remember being a favorite to an English couple that lived in Pulaski.  They were friends of my parents.  My dad might have built a house for them too.  For some reason I can't remember their names.  But they must have felt sorry for us because our dolls didn't have faces, so they brought a modern, plastic doll for me to play with.  My mother must have been wise, she let me play with that doll for the day, but after I went to bed, I never saw the doll again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started "giving my testimony" to churches in the area and sometimes I would tell my doll story, so I now have several sets of dolls.  One type of doll we never had as children were boy dolls, so now I have boy dolls too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A really funny story about Amish dolls;  (not really funny at all) my husband started selling them on the internet.  We went to my sister Anna's house and we bought some to sell on our drive to NYC to help our youngest son, Josh move there for graduate school at Columbia University.  Anyway, somehow it worked out the entire time we were moving his stuff into his apartment someone stayed at the van at all times.  We kept the box of dolls in the van, we might even have placed them on the drivers seat?  We left my bag of sheets and maybe some other odd stuff.  Holly was living in Delaware and had come along for the trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh's roommates hadn't arrived yet so we spent at least a day touring the city.  Anyway, I went out to the van to get our sheets when it got to be bedtime, I found the sheets strewn all over the floor of the van and my cutesy polka dotted bag was gone!  I was really upset thinking that one of us had done it.  But after awhile we realized that we were robbed.  So someone (Josh?) made jokes that they heard people walking the streets trying to sell Amish dolls.  You needed to be there to enjoy the joke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think that this will be interesting moving back to PA.  When Ed and I got married, our first apartment was in Hubbard Ohio.  After Bible School and our first church we lived in Transfer around a year.  So this will be another adventure!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/2261395330740934647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014581756350836885&amp;postID=2261395330740934647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/posts/default/2261395330740934647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/posts/default/2261395330740934647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.homerlane.com/amish/2008/07/my-story-about-dolls.html' title='My Story about Dolls'/><author><name>Amish/English</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704364620920693460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014581756350836885.post-8996495078103090348</id><published>2008-06-18T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T15:23:53.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contemplating Turning 60 Years Old...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When I turned 16 years of age, my parents sold the family farm. This was the house I was born in! We actually moved on my 16th birthday. Now I've turned 60 years of age and my husband and I are moving out of Sheboygan this fall, out of a house we have lived in for 26 years! I have had a good life up to now so I am very grateful for having had the opportunity to live in this house! We bought it in hard times, and now we need to sell it in not such a great time (for sellers). But God helped us before and I believe He will help us again! I will always remember these events in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way back as a teenager, I was only beginning my adventures with God. I left home for Bible College that fall, which has changed my life forever. I went to Philadelphia my first summer and worked for Teen Challenge. I was right off the farm and went right into the heart of a city! Wow! Being shy and not really knowing much about the world, I would follow others around and pray for them as they would share Christ. One of my friends loved to visit Temple University right up the street from where Teen Challenge was located on Broad Street. I loved everything about getting out and about. My room at the end of the summer was on the fifth floor with no elevator, so I would count the stairs. I soon learned not to forget a hanky or the little stuff! I remember ministering at the Coffee House on a Friday night. One thing I knew back than for sure; Legalism! Christian women wore no make up! :-) One of the people were talking to me and started on make up, why Christians didn't wear make up. But I was firm knowing that would be one thing I would not do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I graduated from Bible College I realized that I couldn't do small talk with anyone outside of the church so I ask God to help me not be a freak. I worked on learning to socialize and getting along with people. Than I became a pastor's wife and thought, what should that look like . . . and becoming a mom I had no more time to worry about such small stuff! I am so grateful to God for the life he has allowed me to lead! I am grateful for the traveling I have done, my husband and I have done, and what God will allow in the future!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/8996495078103090348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014581756350836885&amp;postID=8996495078103090348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/posts/default/8996495078103090348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/posts/default/8996495078103090348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.homerlane.com/amish/2008/06/contemplating-turning-60-years-old.html' title='Contemplating Turning 60 Years Old...'/><author><name>Amish/English</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704364620920693460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014581756350836885.post-6718279926724692445</id><published>2008-03-15T12:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T12:29:46.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Having a Happy Family Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.homerlane.com/amish/uploaded_images/IMG_0683-786273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.homerlane.com/amish/uploaded_images/IMG_0683-785432.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had our family over for Sunday dinner after Church.  I dug out our toys left over from when our children were growing up.  Josh had a big set of a Brio train set.  He's showing his nephews how to set it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad we had so much snow and ice this winter!  Our last winter in snowy, Wisconsin hopefully!  The roads were awful and now they have many potholes too.  This winter was like the early eighty's when we had the Antarctic winds blow and lots of snow and ice.  My father-in-law visited and complained about how awful the roads were.  So we got one last blast from the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Holly was visiting from NC, she left balmy weather, one night we had around five degrees overnight and it was really cold another night too.  Poor Lincoln couldn't play outside because everything was icy, including the snow.  So in desperation we took Lincoln to the mall and also he played at church.  One nice sunny day, we played on the parking lot at church.  Lincoln found some water from melting snow and splashed to his hearts content while his grandmother froze.  I would have done anything because they came to visit us.  Thank you to both Holly and Josh for leaving the comfort of home and traveling to Sheboygan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/6718279926724692445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014581756350836885&amp;postID=6718279926724692445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/posts/default/6718279926724692445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/posts/default/6718279926724692445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.homerlane.com/amish/2008/03/having-happy-family-day.html' title='Having a Happy Family Day'/><author><name>Amish/English</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704364620920693460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014581756350836885.post-8016090940271776197</id><published>2008-03-15T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T09:55:43.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering . . .</title><content type='html'>From one generation to the next, that's where we are now.  My father-in-law passed away a year ago March 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  One day we are the child and the next thing you know your parents have passed away and you are the "older" ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband inherited his family farm in Transfer, PA.  Its all official now.  We are planning to build a house on the farm where the barn sat.  Josh our youngest son is an architect working in NYC designed our house.  My oldest brother-in-law with his Amish crew plans to build this house.  One of my nephews with his Amish crew plans to finish the house.  I don't have a picture of the house at this time but hopefully I can post it at a later date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family were all together last weekend in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sheboygan&lt;/span&gt;.  Most likely Holly's last time to visit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sheboygan&lt;/span&gt; since we plan to move at the end of summer.  Holly is expecting her second baby right around the beginning of August and we should have our farewell soon afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Holly flew to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sheboygan&lt;/span&gt; with her son Lincoln to meet his new cousin that Brent &amp;amp; Tracy are adopting from Russia.  (I wanted to post a picture but I guess I don't know how to get it).  Anyway, Andrei arrived to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sheboygan&lt;/span&gt; just in time to celebrate his 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday, December 21,  than he celebrated Christmas with Tracy's family, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bloks&lt;/span&gt;, Christmas Eve and than the Homer family on Christmas day.  It was really nice to have a child to celebrate Christmas with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we enjoyed a long weekend with the "cousins" playing together.  As grandparents, this is the height of happiness.  I have many pictures of my family getting together having fun with my parents sitting in the background looking on.  Yikes!  I still want to be part of the fun!!!  Hope that I feel that way for a long time!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/8016090940271776197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014581756350836885&amp;postID=8016090940271776197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/posts/default/8016090940271776197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/posts/default/8016090940271776197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.homerlane.com/amish/2008/03/remembering.html' title='Remembering . . .'/><author><name>Amish/English</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704364620920693460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014581756350836885.post-9027746192369167032</id><published>2008-02-17T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T12:10:04.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.homerlane.com/amish/uploaded_images/Sisters86-767113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.homerlane.com/amish/uploaded_images/Sisters86-767046.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are my younger sisters sitting in front of my brother's Steve's house in PA.  You can see our mother sitting in the background watching all of our goings on.  (Can you guess us?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to stay in touch with my family communicating with them several times a year.  Family are important to me and staying in contact helps to know what's going on with them.  With all the modern gadgets now, its rather easy to stay in touch.&lt;br /&gt;My Amish family . . . well now that's another story.  Mail and if they call me is the only way to stay in touch.  Since this is a new year and another set of birthdays coming up.  Two of my older sisters have a birthday coming up along with my oldest brother in law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just remembering my strict upbringing and thinking about ministry.  My dad was called by God to be a minister.  The Amish select their ministers by "casting lots".  They take the eligible men and seat them in order on a bench at their church service and place a piece of paper in the song book.  They pass out the song books and the man with the paper is their next minister.  My dad heard God calling his name and he received the book with the paper.  When he became a bishop, they used the same system.  My dad heard God call his name again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My memory of dad becoming a bishop was this.  I was told to wear my cap when I went out to play.  I hated this on my head and would take it off as soon as I went outside.  So then I started getting spanked and after awhile I must have seen that fighting this was totally useless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family also starting having prayer time together in the mornings.  This was hard because the prayers came from a German prayer book.  They weren't all that long but sort of annoying at first.  Not that we had much of a choice in the matter!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I love my family and I am looking forward to the day when we will live closer to them.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/9027746192369167032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014581756350836885&amp;postID=9027746192369167032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/posts/default/9027746192369167032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/posts/default/9027746192369167032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.homerlane.com/amish/2008/02/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Amish/English</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704364620920693460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014581756350836885.post-9010692963306907581</id><published>2008-01-05T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T11:36:14.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is over for another year</title><content type='html'>Christmas has come and gone, now the Christmas stuff needs to be put away for another year.  Thinking back to my childhood, life was so much simpler.  We didn't put up any type of decorations in or outside, we did give &amp;amp; receive gifts and had homemade cookies and homemake candies.  I was so happy when I got to help with the baking.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after we were first married I made all my childhood sweets.  Only after several years of gaining weight realizing that I also ate all of it and have cut down on all those sweets!  Even after I got old enough to bake and cook, there were so many of us that one or two rounds of passing out the goodies, they would be gone.  So my mom and older sisters would hide them.   When I would come home from school, my favorite part of the day would be to "hunt for them and sneak a piece".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll take me several days to get everything put away here and order brought back to our home.  Compared to my upbringing I now live an extravagant life.   As a child we daily had to sweep and dust, one of our early morning jobs.  Daily chores.  Coming from a large family, everyone had a job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, making a meal, washing dishes, drying and putting them away, clearing the table.  I never had to do all of that until I got married.  I was exhausted the first year of our marriage because I had to get used to doing everything.  It was always wonderful when my husband volunteered to help.  We didn't have a dish washer either so if the dishes didn't get put away after getting washed, they sat on the counter.  Yikes!  God bless the inventors of dishwashers!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/9010692963306907581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014581756350836885&amp;postID=9010692963306907581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/posts/default/9010692963306907581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/posts/default/9010692963306907581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.homerlane.com/amish/2008/01/christmas-is-over-for-another-year.html' title='Christmas is over for another year'/><author><name>Amish/English</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704364620920693460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014581756350836885.post-5405567395999616642</id><published>2007-12-08T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T07:51:40.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.homerlane.com/amish/uploaded_images/12-13-2004--23-787970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.homerlane.com/amish/uploaded_images/12-13-2004--23-787950.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Growing up Amish, we had no decorations inside of our house.  I didn't have a christmas tree until after I married.  So Ed and I had the biggest and bestest tree ever.  Decorated beautifully!  I invited my mom and dad and brother and sisters;  but that year they had the flu and no one could come.  So Ed and I enjoyed our tree alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up we received gifts at Christmas.  I so totally treasured that gift.  I learned early on to ask for something that would last and last.  I hated broken crayons, so that was on my list often along with a coloring book(big book!).  I would color one page at a time so it would last longer.  Another gift I ask for several times was a blackboard and chalk because I could play school with that and it would last.  That breaks too and I didn't like broken or cracked boards so that was asked for several times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first memory of Christmas growing up, we set the kitchen table with a plate at the "spot" where we sat and in the morning we would have an orange on our plate.  That must have been a "big" thing.  Several years I remember my dad would hide our gift and we'd run around looking for it.  I loved that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year my older sisters made cloth dolls for my younger sisters.  These dolls were pretty modern because the arms and legs moved.  Of course all the dolls had no faces.  (graven image - - forbidden!!!)  Sometimes English people would feel sorry for us "poor children", playing with dolls and no faces, they would bring us a plastic doll, my parents allowed us to play with them that day and than after we'd go to bed, they would forever disappear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year my dad built a big barn for the boys and a doll house for the girls.  Another year he built a cupboard and dry sink for the girls.  One year the "older" children received an ice cream freezer.  To this day I love popcorn with ice cream.  We would make homemade ice cream and pop popcorn.  Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At our family reunions (the Amish can't call our get togethers  reunions),  my parents were  excommunicated and shunned.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved Christmas growing up!  We would have big family dinners.  After we started raising turkeys for sale, mom would bake the biggest turkey for dinner.  She would get it into the oven early in the morning so it would be cooked in time for dinner at lunch.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/5405567395999616642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014581756350836885&amp;postID=5405567395999616642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/posts/default/5405567395999616642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/posts/default/5405567395999616642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.homerlane.com/amish/2007/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Amish/English</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704364620920693460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014581756350836885.post-1829249685348593538</id><published>2007-11-21T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T11:54:09.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams can be Dangerous</title><content type='html'>I am trying to read through the bible this year.  Meaning that by the end of 2008 I want to have finished this task.  In the nineties PF sold bibles that are set up to read Old and New Testaments, either Psalms and Proverbs every day.  I never finished the year out back than so now with not so  many distractions in my life, I should accomplish this small task. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But getting back to the title . . .  I was reading about Joseph and his dreams this week and it reminded me of the first dream that I remember when I was either 5 or 6 years old.  My family had a beat up bible story book and it had a great story along with pictures of Jacob leaving home after he stole Esau's birthright and his blessing.  In a dream he saw a ladder going to heaven and God telling him that he was with him and would bless him and bring him back to this land.  The bible says that Jacob saw angels assending and desending on this ladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was either 5 or 6 years old when I remembered my first dream.  My sister Anna who is about 2 years older than me, we'd talk about stuff and we talked about remembering dreams.  Up to this time I don't remember remembering any of my dreams.  So we talked about how to remember them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had this dream around this time of my life.  I don't know if I ate pickles and ice cream before bed or how it happened, but I was so shook up about this dream that I still remember it to this day.  Along with several dreams that I have had over the years.  Anyway I dreamed that something like a lion was chasing me down our corn field.  Sometimes we would run through our fields of corn and play hide and seek, so this was nothing new but I had a lion after me and I saw a ladder coming out of the skies rescuing me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think somehow I heard the scripture found in I Peter 5:8  . . .your adversary the devil walks about like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour. (NKJV)  So I might have been older like 9 or 10 years old because I might have heard the preacher in church preach on this verse.  I don't know how it all fits together, I just know that I had this dream and I believe that it has an interpretation;  since my family "got saved", I believe that it means that God offered salvation to our family and we accepted Christ and made him Lord of our lives.  For me, I accepted Jesus and found God's safety and protection over my life.  That even when I was a child God had his hand on my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this Thanksgiving season I am very grateful to God for giving me "salvation", and that he protected my life down through the years and that He will continue to protect me and my family.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/1829249685348593538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014581756350836885&amp;postID=1829249685348593538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/posts/default/1829249685348593538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/posts/default/1829249685348593538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.homerlane.com/amish/2007/11/dreams-can-be-dangerous.html' title='Dreams can be Dangerous'/><author><name>Amish/English</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704364620920693460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014581756350836885.post-1238203641845825168</id><published>2007-11-01T11:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T11:56:02.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. and Mrs. Clark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.homerlane.com/amish/uploaded_images/Copy-of-ClarksparentsHomers-775914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.homerlane.com/amish/uploaded_images/Copy-of-ClarksparentsHomers-775909.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture was taken at our church in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sheboygan&lt;/span&gt;, WI on our tenth anniversary celebration of us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pastoring&lt;/span&gt; 1st Assembly, which is now called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Prasie&lt;/span&gt; Fellowship.  The church invited family to come help us celebrate as a surprise to my husband and I.  My mom fortunately couldn't stand not telling me that we would be having company over the weekend.  Thank God she called me on Friday night, or the day before they arrived and let me know that we'd have company over the weekend.  Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Clark drove my parents to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sheboygan&lt;/span&gt;.  It was VERY nice to have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Clarks&lt;/span&gt; visit my home and see my family and our church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Virginia Clark is the lady that visited our home and would always talk about God.  Eventually my parents attended the New Castle Revival Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dick, Ginny's husband was not attending church during the time Ginny was witnessing to our family.  Having known how the Amish are;  he told Ginny she was wasting her time talking to us.  But she felt that God wanted to work in our lives and continued to witness to our family.  So Dick told her that if she got my family to attend her church he would start attending church too.  So the first time my parents attended church with Ginny, she drove past their house and tooted the horn so Dick could see my parents in their car.  I don't know how long it took, but after awhile Dick started attending this church too.  He accepted Christ into his heart and life and started serving God.  He became their Sunday School superintendent and became involved.  So you never know what God wants to do!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/1238203641845825168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014581756350836885&amp;postID=1238203641845825168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/posts/default/1238203641845825168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/posts/default/1238203641845825168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.homerlane.com/amish/2007/11/mr-and-mrs-clark.html' title='Mr. and Mrs. Clark'/><author><name>Amish/English</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704364620920693460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014581756350836885.post-9158041240655122220</id><published>2007-10-05T08:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T08:14:14.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Picture of our Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.homerlane.com/amish/uploaded_images/Copy-of-Shop-barn-coup-PA-751123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.homerlane.com/amish/uploaded_images/Copy-of-Shop-barn-coup-PA-751119.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the other part of the farm I grew up on.  The front building is the chicken coop and the back part the barn.  They were connected.  Dad built the little building in front of the chicken coop to sell the eggs and it had water in the back to cool the eggs (from a spring?) and to keep them cool until sold.  Dad had a shop on the 2nd floor of the chicken coop too.  In front of the chicken coop is what we called a skating pond.  It had a drop of about 4 feet from the lane.  We would sled down the lane from where dad had his saw mill and if we went fast enough we would fly over the drop off.  Of course it was a challenge to go fast enough!   I have many memories from this farm! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These buildings need paint.  Saloma when she was still home painted all of our buildings.  That's the only time I ever remember them being painted.  That was the bad thing about living on a paved road that I felt shame, that our buildings weren't painted.  All of my siblings and no one bothered painting!!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/9158041240655122220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014581756350836885&amp;postID=9158041240655122220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/posts/default/9158041240655122220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/posts/default/9158041240655122220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.homerlane.com/amish/2007/10/another-picture-of-our-farm.html' title='Another Picture of our Farm'/><author><name>Amish/English</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704364620920693460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014581756350836885.post-1405237932687416661</id><published>2007-10-05T07:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T08:04:29.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The House I was Born in</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.homerlane.com/amish/uploaded_images/Home-PA-795329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.homerlane.com/amish/uploaded_images/Home-PA-795324.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This house is where I was born along with most of my siblings. This picture must have been talken years after my parents sold our farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I remember . . . it was a one story house over a hundred years old, moved from somewhere else. When I was in school, maybe first grade? My dad put a 2nd story on our home. He had a frolic and when I got home from school, the 2nd story was on. I was impressed! Being very young it was so very exciting! Every day more would be done. Actually my dad never totally finished our home. The windows upstairs were never finished off. When we had snow it would snow onto our bed in the upstairs, south west bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was always pretty happy because we lived on a paved road.  St route 208.  Many Amish live on dirt roads, but this was paved!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/1405237932687416661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014581756350836885&amp;postID=1405237932687416661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/posts/default/1405237932687416661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/posts/default/1405237932687416661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.homerlane.com/amish/2007/10/house-i-was-born-in.html' title='The House I was Born in'/><author><name>Amish/English</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704364620920693460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014581756350836885.post-6730058775570776817</id><published>2007-10-02T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T08:13:08.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Visit with author Beverly Lewis</title><content type='html'>Beverly Lewis writes books about Amish and Mennonites in the Lancaster County area. She grew up in that area and moved away during her high school years. Sam &amp;amp; Judy Walker (owners of our Bible Book Store in Sheboygan) talked to me last year about growing up Amish and mentioned that they met Beverly Lewis. So they booked her in Sheboygan area while on a book signing tour. They arranged with Beverly to meet me and I also had an hour private interview time with her. I was anxious about our time together and right out mentioned that I wasn't expecting anything from her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At General Council last August I saw in an Evangel College ad that she had gratuated from Evangel in 1972. Since Brent &amp;amp; Holly both graduated from Evangel I mentioned this to her when I met her at the end of the book signing at Sonlight. Sam invited me to have lunch with their selected people. At first I didn't know how I would feel about this but after talking to Sam again the day before her arrival I had decided to attend the luncheon. I was glad that I attended this event. It helped me to relax and not be too excited for our time together. About 25 people were at the luncheon. Beverly asked everyone to introduce themselves and mention something about themselves. Very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought her latest book published "The Parting" where it was written during the 1960's. The Amish in Lancaster County were "getting saved" through reading the Bible. I had Beverly sign that book along with "The Shunning". This was one of the first ones I read from her writings. I have always tried to stay away from any TV shows about the Amish. I do however own 2 videos that were done and one was a comedy and the other pretty well written and acted out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, our time together I gave her my families testimony. She told me a little about herself too, that she has Mennonite relatives. Some continue to live in Lancaster County where she continues to get up-to-date materials. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt privileged to have this time together and I sent Sam and Judy Walker a thank you note for arranging our time together.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/6730058775570776817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014581756350836885&amp;postID=6730058775570776817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/posts/default/6730058775570776817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/posts/default/6730058775570776817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.homerlane.com/amish/2007/10/my-visit-with-author-beverly-lewis.html' title='My Visit with author Beverly Lewis'/><author><name>Amish/English</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704364620920693460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014581756350836885.post-397880163079622426</id><published>2007-09-23T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T19:54:14.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The House My Parents Rented</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.homerlane.com/amish/uploaded_images/Byler-family-2-749426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.homerlane.com/amish/uploaded_images/Byler-family-2-749418.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was called the Greer Farm.  My parents sold our farm and we moved here on my 16th birthday.  Since my parents were excommunicated and shunned by my Amish relatives, including 4 sisters and 1 brother.  When we left the farm our parents left whatever they wanted my older siblings to have.  I heard either Saloma or Martha talk about going through the house after we moved out of it and talking whatever was left behind.  This is all sorta sad with the shunning practice of the Amish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom took her dishes when she moved from here and made 12 bags and randomly put dishes in these bags for her children.  (If I remember correctly it was for everyone).  This is the last picture I have of all of us dressed Amish.  Mary Beth &amp;amp; Blair Clark are the other 2 children.  Maybe my next trip to PA I'll drive past this house and see if it still sits up close to the road.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/397880163079622426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014581756350836885&amp;postID=397880163079622426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/posts/default/397880163079622426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/posts/default/397880163079622426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.homerlane.com/amish/2007/09/house-my-parents-rented.html' title='The House My Parents Rented'/><author><name>Amish/English</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704364620920693460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014581756350836885.post-2813283627956220187</id><published>2007-08-21T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T10:07:07.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Salvation Experience</title><content type='html'>Mr. Clark visited our home regularly. Sometimes just to talk and other times to buy eggs. By now I tried to make sure I was hanging around when she visited to hear the stories she told. Never hearing anything like it ever before in my life! She would have the most amazing stories about how God answered prayer. That in itself was fascinating! She would talk about prophecies, the promises of God and stories about how much God loves us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was walking home from school one day alone. Thinking about some of the stories I had been hearing. About prophecies that were being fulfilled and I felt heavy conviction from God knowing that if I died that day I was not ready for heaven. Not knowing what to do about it I certainly tried to forget all this stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after our family started attending this church in New Castle, I was alone in the kitchen one afternoon, ironing. God started talking to my heart that day. It was like I could see "the world out there", it was like God said to me that I could now go "out there and do anything that I wanted to do". The world had sparkle and a glitter about it too. I am forever thankful for God coming and talking to me. I knew in that moment and I told God that I wanted to follow in the path he set before me, I never served God before in my life and I wanted to try God. I didn't have any peace following my own way, so I would try this life that was before me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up after I learned to read. We had this tattered Bible story book in the desk which stood in our living room. I would read that book over and over again. We didn't have much reading material and since I didn't have a Sunday School to learn these Bible stories, I read them out of this Bible story book while growing up. Several stories would stick with me and I would think about them. Because I always believed the Bible, believed in God, heaven and hell I didn't doubt any of these stories, I just didn't know how it all worked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my jobs was to go daily to get a gallon of milk from our Amish neighbor. I would walk through our neighbors driveway, but than they got a mean dog and chained him close to the drive way, so I was scared to walk past him and I would cut through our little orchard next to the neighbors property. I would really be scared because in the winter it would be dark in the morning when I did this chore. So I would talk to God trying to not be too scared. Having out door plumbing and needing to go out before going to bed I would make a sister go with me. Growing up we would tell each other ghost stories and all kinds of scary stories. So I was really scared. (We didn't have a TV or radio for entertainment either.) After starting going to this church and making a decision to serve God, after several weeks, it came to me that I could go outside in the dark without any fear. I wassooo happy!  I was happy about this for a very long time!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my parents were excommunicated from the Amish church, my dad put electricity into our house so places weren't so dark any more. This will be another story for another day.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/2813283627956220187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014581756350836885&amp;postID=2813283627956220187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/posts/default/2813283627956220187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/posts/default/2813283627956220187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.homerlane.com/amish/2007/08/my-salvation-experience.html' title='My Salvation Experience'/><author><name>Amish/English</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704364620920693460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014581756350836885.post-422579232728618087</id><published>2007-08-07T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T13:11:31.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting Events Happened</title><content type='html'>Looking back this part of my life I want to remember as closely as possible to the events that transpired.  After moving to Sheboygan I went to many Mother/Daughter Banquets, did many special events for local churches and talked about "The Amish".  I would tell how my parents left the Amish and other interesting episodes.  I tried to write down my thoughts so that when I would start forgetting some day, it would be written down.  So this is another form of getting it in a written form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom became a good friend to Mrs. Clark.  They spent a lot of time together.  I don't remember talking to mom about this next part.  My parents disappeared one day for several hours.  Now parents don't need to report to their children where they go.  I did many hours of babysitting or taking care of my siblings.  Thats just the way things were done in our household.  The oldest in the home would be responsible of thier younger siblings.  So I noticed when my parents returned they were pretty excited about something.  I remember asking my dad where they had gone.  So he told me they went and got water baptized.  Now I never asked about any details but I remember telling my dad that if they ever went back to a service at this ladies church that I wanted to go too.  The name of the church Mrs. Clark attended was called the New Castle Revival Center.  The congregation had around 70-80 people, it was a mixed congregation in the downtown part of New Castle PA.  Not in to nice of an area either.  This was in the early 1960's when people would through eggs at these types of churches.  They were called names too like "holy rollers".  Mom talked about how she felt when she realized that this was the type of church she was attending.  But my parents decided to have God real in their lives and the Holy Spirit helping them walk through life, it would be worth anything that came their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark brought another book to my mom called The Holy Ghost and the Mennonites.  Something like that.  The first time mom tried to read this book she felt the spirit of God in a powerful way and it frightened her and she quit reading it.  After awhile Mrs Clark ask mom how she liked the book and mom explained that she didn't read it.  After Mrs. Clark explained that the spirit of God is not to scare anyone, but to let the spirit move.  Well, she did and she started to speak out in tongues like you never heard anyone do!!!  Every day mom would pray and she would speak out - well this was certainly something new in our home.  I sorta liked it!  One of my older sisters came home for the weekend, it scared her!  But she wasn't listening to the stories and wasn't experiences God like mom and dad were.  I was certainly a believer even at that point.  Soon after all of this happened mom and dad started going to the New Castle Revival Center.  The Amish started visiting our house.  Now I was either 13 going on 14 years of age at this time.  After a while I also visited this church.  The services were so different from what I was used too.  I can't remember how I felt at that first service.  Loud music.  Music.  Amish churches do not have any musical instruments.  Everyone is white too.  Men sit separately from the women and children.  Amish have a pecking order.  The older goes first and the rest follow.  The men go first and the rest follow.  The men eat first and the rest follow with the women and small children the last.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should finish talking about the Amish visiting our home.  It felt to me like every day for 6 weeks Amish people would be visiting our home when I got home from school.  After the Amish couldn't convince my parents they were going to hell leaving the church, the Mennonites started visiting our home.  The told my parents that if they were going to leave the church at least they could be Mennonite.  Dad felt like God wanted him to attend the New Castle Revival Center.  I thank God that is exactly what he/we did.  So much could have happened, maybe it did but everyone is still going to church.  God used my dad in many ways speaking to people about God.  My Amish sister would sometimes mention this Amish person driving a car wearing Amish clothes. :-)  The Amish said that my parents just wanted to change clothes, because they said that my parents didn't change clothes for many, many years.  They never totally fit into the culture of today because they wanted to show the Amish the clothes were not the reason for them leaving the Amish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next blog I'll talk about Amish church.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/422579232728618087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014581756350836885&amp;postID=422579232728618087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/posts/default/422579232728618087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/posts/default/422579232728618087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.homerlane.com/amish/2007/08/exciting-events-happened.html' title='Exciting Events Happened'/><author><name>Amish/English</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704364620920693460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014581756350836885.post-905666391933357166</id><published>2007-07-29T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T07:14:02.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>History Continued</title><content type='html'>I received healing from God when Mrs. Clark prayed for me. My father was a "bishop" and he started talking to other Amish about what he was hearing from Mrs. Clark about God. When my dad told the Amish that God healed me, they said that I was a child, it was . . . OK? Looking back I have a hard time believing they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;oked&lt;/span&gt; this.  But they didn't think I made this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark gave mom a book about healing written by an evangelist of that day holding tent crusades, he's still around but not "out there" any more T. L. Osborn. She told mom to take her Bible and look up the scriptures, not just read them out of the book. There was a prayer for healing in the back of the book, so mom prayed the prayer and believed that God healed her. She was bothered by congestive heart failure, looking back on this, her heart bothered her. I don't know because of my young age what was really wrong with her, but she doctored all my life with her heart whatever that might have meant. Martha, one of my older sisters who by the way is still with the Amish, would be able to explain all of this but that's not the point here. Anyway, dad went and told the Amish that God healed mom, well, they said that she could have made all of that up. (Several years later my dad ended up in one of Osborns magazines as a testimony)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all this time, Mrs. Clark looked for any type of excuse to visit our house. She took her daughter Mary Beth out of public school and put her in the dutch school, (one room school) and got her to walk home from school most days, so Mrs. Clark would pick her up at our home. Poor girl, children can be cruel when people are different. In an all Amish school, this little innocent girl was the odd person! Looking back on all this I feel sorry for her!!! Anyway, we continued to hear "God stories" from Mrs. Clark. Walking home from school one day I felt a great conviction that if I died today I would not be ready for heaven. (Alone again? strange with 9 sisters and 2 brothers!) Many days passed while all of this was happening in our home. One winter night Mrs. Bright visited our home and spent the night talking to all of us. I remember at one point of the evening that we sang some hymns that we knew and she knew. I am sure that she closed the evening with prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember I turned 14 in the midst of all this stuff going on in our home. I remember one Sunday when it was dads turn to preach that he mentioned stuff about God answering prayer today, I don't remember the stories he repeated, but I know that I sat up much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;straighter&lt;/span&gt; and couldn't believe my ears! Its easy to tune out the norm that happens around, but not this. I am sure I flushed and couldn't believe what I was hearing!!! I am sure the entire church flushed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 3 will be coming up later this week.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/905666391933357166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014581756350836885&amp;postID=905666391933357166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/posts/default/905666391933357166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/posts/default/905666391933357166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.homerlane.com/amish/2007/07/history-continued.html' title='History Continued'/><author><name>Amish/English</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704364620920693460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014581756350836885.post-5151643029315581906</id><published>2007-07-27T13:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T13:40:43.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some History</title><content type='html'>Maybe I could talk about the beginnings. I was going through life minding my own business, I was restless, around 13 years of age. We sold eggs on our little thirty acre farm, on a main road for our area in New Wilmington PA, one day this lady stops in to buy eggs, she started talking about how God provides for her needs, regardless of what it might be. She started talking about this God how he's interested in people. I tried to be around whenever she would come to buy eggs, which started to become almost weekly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons I am remembering this is because I tripped and fell this week while walking. I have this ripped up knee, which will soon scab over. :-) The year that I was thirteen my knees were scabbed over most of the year. I kept tripping while playing hard at school. I must have been trying to prove something . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one of my trips were BIG, I attended a one room school house out in the country, the name of the school, Cotton School.  One dayI hurt myself pretty badly. I went inside to see how to get it taken care of and while I was putting something on my leg, it started swelling up right before my eyes! Whoa! This was going to be serious! Anyway, I limped home that day and crawled into my bed upstairs and stayed there for several days. Overnight my leg turned black and blue and got even more swollen and painful. It looked awful!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime Mrs. Clark visited again and asked my parents if she could pray for me, since she was continueing to talk about healing, she thought this might be an opportunity to see God is action. She prayed for me that day, and came backt he next day to see how I was. In the meantime, mom would have taken me to see a doctor in town, but one of my older sisters went into premature labor and mom went to spend the day with her. So Mrs. Clark came back that day to see how I was and mom was gone so dad gave her permission to go upstairs to visit me in bed. After visiting with me, she decided that day to pray the sinner's prayer, I repeated after whatever she told me to say, and than she laid hands on me and prayed for God to "save" me and left. That night I felt different deep down inside and I got out of bed to kneel, the only prayer I knew was what we call"the Lord's prayer". Anyway, when I woke up the next morning, getting out of bed as usual, as I put my foot down, the pain had gone away. Whoa!!! I realized that God had healed me in answer to Mrs. Clarks prayer. No, I didn't try to stay quiet, I ran downstairs and told my parents that God healed my leg! I went back to school and told my teacher that God healed my leg. (Remember, I was 13 years of age.) Anyway, the school nurse came and looked at my leg and said I had better get to a doctor to check my leg out. But I declared that I was healed by God. She said to me that later on in my life this could flair up again and I could lose my leg over not seeing a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So . . . I will post the rest tomorrow. This is only the beginnings of what brought me to where I am today. This is what changed my families life forever! Of course I could have made the story longer too. but for everyone reading this, I'll leave it like this.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/5151643029315581906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014581756350836885&amp;postID=5151643029315581906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/posts/default/5151643029315581906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/posts/default/5151643029315581906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.homerlane.com/amish/2007/07/some-history.html' title='Some History'/><author><name>Amish/English</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704364620920693460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014581756350836885.post-2537005618430385817</id><published>2007-07-21T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T11:00:32.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Amish/English &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up Amish in New Wilmington, PA. When I was 14 years old my parents left the Amish church and started attending the New Castle Revival Center. This happened in the early 1960's. My parents were excommunicated and shunned so my family split down the middle. My older brother and 4 sisters stayed with the Amish. After I started driving a car I would visit them at least annually. I love my family and always have. In my young life I looked forward to growing up because children should be seen and not heard was the motto at that time. (You can tell that I never taught my children this motto!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I wanted to talk about today was my family reunion held the end of June. There are many varieties of Amish today. The home that hosted  our reunion (we aren't supposed to call this day "reunion" because the New Wilmington group aren't supposed to be "friendly" with the english people.)  Anyway, this home was very modern according the the way I was brought up. They had gas piping all through the house (much like electric lights in our homes) .  The kitchen floor was tile and they had an indoor bathroom along with a bath tub and shower!!!  Wow!  Another big surprise for me was the location of their farm, about 4 miles south of Greenville, about 5 miles from the Homer farm off of Colt Road!  I had no idea I would have relatives that close when we got moved to Transfer!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/2537005618430385817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014581756350836885&amp;postID=2537005618430385817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/posts/default/2537005618430385817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014581756350836885/posts/default/2537005618430385817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.homerlane.com/amish/2007/07/amishenglish-i-grew-up-amish-in-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Amish/English</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704364620920693460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>