My Amish Home: Visit is nice, but there's no place like home
"And while they looked steadfastly toward heaven as he went up, behold, two men stood by them in white apparel; Which also said, ye men of Galilee, why stand ye gazing up into heaven? This same Jesus, which is taken up from you into heaven, shall so come in like manner as ye have seen him go into heaven." Acts 1:10-11
The weather here in the south is just as volatile as it is at home. Lots of wind, sunny and warm one day, cold and dreary the next. The trees here are budding out, early flowers are up. We see bluebirds in the yard. We heard some turkeys the other evening (the feathered kind!). We didn't go look for them. It was way too muddy.
But I'd still rather be home! Oh well, it's been good and worthwhile being here. I do enjoy it, but there's no place like home! But then I have to think of the song lyrics — "Anywhere is home if Christ my Lord is there" — so ...
We did go to church Sunday with the grandchildren. What an experience! We went in an open pony wagon, which would have been fun had it been warm and sunny. But it was sprinkling when we left and started to rain seriously soon after we were there. When we wanted to go home, it was cold, windy and sleeting.
Husband Erwin, granddaughter Regina Beth and I had an umbrella to protect us (sort of!). Little Brian covered up with a quilt and Willard and Wendell just braved it out. I was sure thankful we didn't have far to go. I was glad to be home (away from home).
I was a teeny bit disappointed that we weren't invited back for the young folks' hymn singing, but at the same time, it was nice to just stay inside. The sleet had turned to snow.
Granddaughter Margaret and I stay fairly busy fixing food. Cookies disappear like snow in July. I was skeptical about meals, but so far it hasn't been too bad. One evening, I made ham and beans and cornbread. No rave reviews there! The French toast casserole I made was met with approval, as were the sloppy Joes.
On Sunday evening, grandson Willard, 14, made Cornstarch Custard. He did a real good job. For the ones that didn't like that, I made hot ham and cheese. Granddaughter Margaret and I went to Harrisburg to shop one day. We stopped at a Salvation Army store. I bought some books. Those were eagerly devoured by the grandchildren. They are all avid readers. Evenings after the work is done, you could find everyone with their nose in a book.
Well, sometimes, if the weather is nice, the boys will be out tinkering around. Willard made himself a tool chest with a drawer. Wendell made a boat to float on the stream that runs through the pasture. The water isn't very deep, so they kept getting hung up in the mud.
I am so thankful for soap and water. But Brian, 7, claims his mom didn't tell him that you should use soap when you shower! We never had boys, so this truly was an experience!
In closing: Adults are people who have stopped growing at each end, but tend to grow in the middle.
This is the Sloppy Joe recipe I used that the children like so well.
2 pounds ground beef
1/2 cup ketchup
2 tablespoons brown sugar
2 tablespoons vinegar
1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce
1 teaspoon salt
Brown ground beef and onion. Drain off grease. Add all the other ingredients. Simmer about 20 minutes.
I didn't add onion or vinegar and also I added some barbecue sauce. You can also add more sugar, according to taste.