My Amish Home: Here's hoping coming winter won't be too snowy

My Amish Home: Here's hoping coming winter won't be too snowy

"Then said Jesus to those Jews which believed on him: If ye continue in my word, ye are my disciples indeed; And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free. And they answered Him, we are of Abraham's seed, and were never in bondage to any man: how sayest thou, ye shall be made free? Jesus answered them, Verily, verily, I say onto you, whosoever committeth sin is the servant of sin. And the servant abideth not in the house forever: but the son abideth forever." John 8:31-35

Tuesday and the last day of October. It started out clear and sunny, cold, frosty, and windy. But then it clouded over, the wind died and it was still a very nice day.

But we are entering November, so what can we expect? After all, my dad often said that as are the last three days of the month, such is most of the next month.

Ah, me! It's been cold drizzly, cloudy, windy. Oh well, we'll deal with it. And it may not hold out. One can always hope!

I did hear something that kind of took the wind out of my sails. Our neighbor who so generously and faithfully looks out for us in the winter and takes the time to plow our drive and shovel walks when it snows to excess is going to Florida. But not just on vacation or to play around.

He is going to have an ankle replacement done. They will or are planning to leave around the middle of December and will probably have to stay a couple of months. So I do hope we won't have much snow. Maybe we should just go with them. In our dreams!

I tell you, though, if I ever thought I'd want to go, it is this year. But, no, it just isn't feasible at this time. I, once again, have had my schedule interrupted and rearranged. That is why this letter is being done on Tuesday. On Wednesday, granddaughter Marilyn Yoder is having a Norwex party. Now I'm not much into Norwex — I do have a few products — but I'm going because it's family. Family is important, way important to me.

That is why I'm sacrificing my Friday. Granddaughter Cynthia and Rick Chupp are planning on moving soon, and Cynthia wants to do some painting before they move. So Friday is paint day. I am usually too selfish with my Friday to plan something, but it's family ...

This past Saturday was the annual Illinois Haiti Benefit Auction. I do the condiment table for the lunch stand. The unhandy thing is I have to do some of my cleaning job, then go do the lunch stand. When the hungry mob has satisfied their inner craving for food, I clean what I can, then go finish my cleaning job.

I tell you what, people really like ketchup on their sandwiches. Well, there were fries, too, so that also took ketchup. I do enjoy it, but it can get a little chaotic.

Especially when I drop a jar of pickles. What kept that jar from breaking — it was glass, after all — was the it just plopped flat down on the bottom, the pickles spewing out like fireworks going off.

When I got home just before dark, I felt pretty good, considering the long day that I had. I wasn't exhausted way over the top. I was tired, yes, but still felt pretty good. I thanked the Lord for the good day.

Then, after I'd been in bed sleeping, I woke up and wondered, good day?! I had a severe, and I mean SEVERE, cramp in the inside of my thigh. I tried to hobble to the kitchen for my medicine. That didn't work, so I got down on all fours to crawl. And then I got a cramp in my other leg! I'm glad I have only two of them!

Anyway, I couldn't do anything except moan. I hollered at hubby. He brought my magic elixir. I rubbed some on my legs and also drank some. When I got back to bed, hubby asked me if I feel better. I told him I did.

"Well," he said, "You STINK!"

Sorry! But I do feel better. The stuff is made of mostly garlic and vinegar. What can you expect?! Anyway, I slept! Praise GOD!

In closing, live as if Christ died yesterday, arose today and is coming tomorrow.

The recipe I'm using this week probably isn't found in any cookbook. You can kind of mix it to your taste. It doesn't really have an official name.

Hubby's boss, Ray Helmuth called it bushel pudding, because it's so good, you could eat a bushel!


3-4 medium apples, peeled and chopped, not real fine

5-6 crushed graham crackers, not real fine, kind of medium crumbles

½ cup mini chocolate chips, more or less to taste (or regular chocolate chips)

1-1½ cups whipped topping

Mix apples, graham crackers and chocolate chips together, then mix in whipped topping.

Optional variations: milk-chocolate Heath bits, chopped nuts, miniature marshmallows.

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