Monday, May 13, 2019

Mission to Amish People is giving away a copy of my book, The Miting! If you'd like to join in, hop on over to the site by clicking HERE.  A winner will be selected on Friday, May 24. Thanks for entering!

Thursday, January 31, 2019

With winter sending a blast of polar air through Ohio this year, it's easy to see why Amish and Mennonite folk take to the roads and head to Florida!

Pinecraft, near Sarasota, is the place to be if you're a member of a Plain group. This article from the Herald-Tribune gives a glimpse into this quaint southern village.

I'm tempted to join the Amish folk and escape, at least a part, of bitter winter's cold this year. A whirl around the block on a bike would be a refreshing change!

Thursday, December 27, 2018

Here is a photo gallery from the Herald Tribune of the annual Pinecraft Christmas Parade celebration. Many Amish and Mennonite become snow birds to Pinecraft--in the Sarasota, Florida area.

Some of my own Amish in-laws make the trip to Florida for a few weeks in the winter each year. It's a place where some of the rules relax a bit, and sun refreshes the soul.

The highlight of many days is gathering to wait for the buses that drive the groups of Amish and Mennonite to Florida. Greeting family and friends as they arrive is a a lot of fun! Likewise, gathering to wave off those who have to return to the frozen north is also important.

The parade is a wonderful time of celebration for those who spend Christmas in Pinecraft.



Wednesday, December 5, 2018

An Amish Christmas

Many people are curious about how Amish groups celebrate Christmas. Since there are several Amish church congregations, the ways to celebrate Christmas can be as varied as those groups. 

Click Here to read one young lady's account of how she and her family celebrate Christmas in her Amish group from Holmes County, Ohio.

Christmas peace to you!

Friday, September 21, 2018

Sometimes a Short Story Births a Novel

Before I wrote books, I wrote short stories. I wrote lots and lots of short stories. And every now and then, a short story became the seed of a novel.

The following short story, The Powerful Odor of Mendacity, was one of those narratives. I fell in love with the main character, Annie Thomas, her family, and friends. I grew up in the turmoil of the mid-1960's, and Annie's experiences reflect that turbulent time in America.

I'm excited that her tale will be told in the novel The Whole World and All, scheduled to be published by Breath of Fresh Air Press in the near future!

But in the meantime, here's a little sample of Annie, her sister Kinsey, and Kinsey's southern friend, Peach.



The Powerful Odor of Mendacity

One morning, Peach and Kinsey took me downtown. My sister and her friend never went 

anywhere with me, so right away I was wondering what was up. We rode the bus to the

Square and hopped off at Reed’s Department Store. The sun was shining so brightly, I 

got an instant headache, and my headband made it worse. It was stabbing into my scalp 

with its tiny teeth like I had a hungry piranha stuck up there. Mr. Rivers swung open the 

door and held it as Peach sashayed through like she was Princess Grace. I mumbled my 

thanks and followed them inside.


“Hey, Peach, look at that,” Kinsey pointed at a skinny mannequin. “Pink from head to toe!”


“Law, Kinsey, I saw a girl wearing that same outfit on American Bandstand last week!” 


They giggled. 
I rolled my eyes. Man! I could have been down at the creek with David and 

Royce 
Withers catching crawdads but, instead, here I was, burning daylight with these two 

goofs.


”C’mon, you guys. Why’d I have to come? Let’s go get what we came for!”


“Stop whining, Annie. Heaven knows we wouldn’t have brought you if Mom wasn’t sick.” 


“Why’d Mom want me to come with you two turds?”


“Ugh! You’re so disgusting!”  Peach flipped her hair and swayed her skinny hips off toward

the Lingerie Department. 


Kinsey looked at me like she was staring at an ugly bug. I couldn’t help but be 

impressed by the way she could curl her lip up so far.


“Come on,” she finally sighed.


She led the way to Peach, who was fingering a pink, lacy slip.


“Do you see them?” asked Kinsey.


“What?” Peach answered dreamily. She acted like she was in love with that slip.


“You know, them. It.”


Peach met Kinsey’s eyes, and they looked at me and smirked. My headache started 

beating my brains out. Uh oh. 


“There’s a powerful odor of mendacity in this room!” I shouted.


“Shh! You weirdo! Don’t yell like that! What’d you say?”


“M-E-N-D-A-“


“Shut UP” Kinsey whispered between clinched teeth. 


She pulled me into the aisle with the brassieres. At least, that’s what the sign said: 

PLATEX BRASSIERES 20% OFF.


Peach strolled over and said, “You just like to use big words because you think it 

makes you look smart. I bet you don’t even know what that means. Where’d you even 

hear a word like that?”


“Movie.”


“What movie?”


Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.”


Peach raised her eyebrows to Kinsey and said, “Law, law.”


My sister put on her snotty face. “ Mom would never let you watch a movie like 

that! Where’d you see such a thing?”


“The Withers and me hid in the bushes over at the Twi-Light Drive-In”


“I’m telling Mom!”


“Like I care.”


I started back toward the front of the store, but Kinsey pulled me to a stop. She and 

Peach circled me like two ranch hands trying to rope a mustang. The next thing I knew, 

they were holding up those BRASSIERES and trying to measure the stupid things against

my chest! My head swam, my cheeks turned hot as coals, and I started fighting them off

with both fists. I heard a confusing mix of voices as Kinsey and Peach tugged and

wrapped those awful bands around me, until finally, they stopped, exhausted.


“We’re getting this one,” said Kinsey with tightly pursed lips.


I watched as the two girls hurried to the counter and paid for that thing. Kinsey 

motioned for me to follow and we left the store and got back on the bus. Shame melted 

me to the seat. The bag carrying the monster underwear seemed like it pulsated.


“Mom, we’re home!” Kinsey threw the bag on the chair, and she and Peach took 

off upstairs. She turned once and gave me a look of near pity.


I shuffled into the den, where Mom was lying on the sofa. She opened her arms, and I 

knelt into them, face hidden.


“I’m sorry I couldn’t go, Honey.”


“It was awful!” I cried.


I could feel her stroking my hair.


“Annie, everybody has to grow up. It’s the way God planned it.”


She leaned over and whispered in my ear, “The Bible says, ‘I praise you because I am 

fearfully and wonderfully made.’ Someday, you’ll know God did a beautiful job 

making you into a woman.”


“I’ll never wear it! Never!” I said fiercely. 


Mom just smiled and kept 
stroking.

Thursday, August 9, 2018

The Quilt Gardens Offer a Unique Visit

The Quilt Gardens at Elkhart, Indiana offer "over a million vibrant blooms." The quilt-patterned gardens feature eighteen large gardens and twenty-one hand-painted murals.

The gardens are free and are on display through October 1. Each garden is unique, with individual stories behind each intricate design.

What a lovely way to celebrate flowers, quilts, and art!

Tuesday, August 7, 2018

Amish Solar Powered Phone Shack


My friend Chris and I went on a day trip to Holmes County last week.

We discovered this solar powered phone shack (I think) on the roads around Trail.

This area was the only place we saw the solar power on outbuildings, but we limited our road trip to Berlin, Walnut Creek, a bit of Bunker Hill, and Trail.

Many Amish bishops in Holmes County are trying to persuade their parishioners to give up the cell phones that were allowed for business, and make use of black box phones instead. 


I wonder if the solar screen is to power the black box phones? Innovative idea!