My Amish Home: Touring Americana on the Fourth

My Amish Home: Touring Americana on the Fourth

"And I heard a great voice out of heaven saying, Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and he will dwell with them, and they shall be his people, and God himself shall be with them, and be their God. And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow nor crying, neither shall there be anymore pain; for former things are passed away." Revelation 21:3, 4

What a beautiful day it would be to just be home and putter around outside. I have so many things I'd like to do. But appointments must be kept and deadlines met. So it's off to Champaign. At least I get to do some shopping. I don't often get the chance, and always I have to hurry. Something is waiting to be done.

We finally got our picnic/hayride done on July 4. It was a picture-perfect day. Not humid, not really windy, just warm, sunny blue skies.

We took a tractor and wagon with hay bales to sit on. Except hubby had a camp chair, as did grandson Lavon, due to a recent appendectomy.

All of our family went, also Richard Chupp and Marilyn Graber, grandchildren Cynthia and Roberts' special friends.

We started off at Miltons' at 9 a.m. and returned at 6 p.m. We toured to each edge of our community. It was a very interesting and fun day — even if I had some tense moments.

It was just me. I have a speed phobia — I guess I suppose it comes from always traveling at such a slow rate with Sparky. I get scared to go too fast.

Anyway, the boys took turns driving. I was mostly OK with that. But when Cynthia and Marilyn decided that they, too, needed a turn, I went into panic mode. Silly me! They did a great job. All of them did. They drove sensibly. Why was I worried? It's my job!

Anyway, we saw some really nice countryside. My very favorite scene was when we went this one road that had no houses or anything, just fields of corn and beans. In one bean field, way back from the road, was a lone windmill, complete, no fins or anything missing. With the backdrop of blue sky and fluffy white clouds, it was awesome. How I wished for a camera! It seemed to speak of summer days long ago, of peaceful and simpler times.

When we got back, we were all sunburned, tired and just a bit (or more) silly.

Sitting on a hay bale for hours is definitely not the last word in comfort!

When we got back to Miltons', I jumped off the wagon and apparently didn't have my land legs back yet. They didn't support me. I slid on the gravel and landed flat on my — well, the part of my anatomy that was parked on a hay bale for the last several hours. I jumped up, brushed off the dirt and my bruised pride and got back on the wagon.

Then life goes on into the everyday workday life. The garden desperately needs weeding, I have beans to pick, cucumbers are getting ready. I want to make freezer pickles and icicle pickles. Also some relish.

Hey! Hey! Grandsons Lucas and Lavon are here installing the one screen door.

Yes! They think their dad will have to help with the north door, as that is a new one and has never been installed. They had a bit of a problem with the other one as it didn't seem to fit. It wouldn't latch. But there was no way they could have put the door on wrong.

Corne to find out, when the screen was repaired, the latch was put on the wrong side. It was done by Milco Doors and Window. Way to go, John!

So now I have screen doors and a patio table. Yes, we did get one! Now I want to fix up a fire ring. Too bad I don't have a pile of bricks out back! I'll fix up something, or get my grill going. Yes! Summer! I love, love, love it!

In closing, sin is not in things, but in the wrong use of things.

Get out your grill and try this recipe.

Zesty Mustard Chicken

Servings: 6.

1/2 cup prepared mustard

1/2 cup honey

1 tablespoon salt-free seasoning blend

1 tablespoon Worcestershire Sauce

1 broiler/fryer chicken (about 3 pounds) cut in half (breast pieces work as well)

In a bowl, combine first four ingredients; mix well.

Carefully loosen skin of chicken; spoon some of mustard sauce under it.

Coat grill rack with non-stick cooking spray before starting grill. Place chicken skin-side-up on grill rack. Grill, covered, over indirect heat for 20 minutes. Turn and grill 20 to 30 minutes longer or until juices run clear, basting occasionally with remaining mustard sauce.

Remove chicken skin; cut into serving size pieces.

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