My Amish Home | Making most of a perfect summer afternoon

My Amish Home | Making most of a perfect summer afternoon

"Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted. Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth. Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness, for they shall be filled." Matthew 5:3-6

What did we do to deserve such a lovely, lovely day? Nothing! God, in all His greatness and goodness, allowed us to have it. Isn't it wonderful?! I hope I didn't misuse it. It is such a nice day to do almost anything — except maybe fishing. I wouldn't want to go fishing. If I actually had to, I wouldn't put a hook on my line.

I'd like to be out mowing the yard, but honestly, I'd almost hate to break the quietness of this peaceful afternoon.

I did start mowing yesterday. I almost finished, but my feet were protesting. Everything else felt good; why do my feet have to be such spoilsports?!

Oh well, after I get this project done, I can go finish. Hopefully, I'll get done in time — if I don't spend too much time gazing out the window!

Maybe I could go help granddaughter Lynetta drive her pony. Only if I got on the cart, the pony would probably look back at me as if to say, "How about YOU pulling the cart and letting ME ride?!"

It is a mini, and I could almost put it in my pocket! Well, that is a stretch!

But seriously, I'd ride a bike. Wonder where I could go? Anyway, I wouldn't want a Harley like the fellow in Ohio.

We did go to Plain City, Ohio. We spent most of our time at Polly Hostetler's daughter Fern's house. Some of Fern's family were there, too. Thursday evening, we sat around the fire after a delicious meal. We had a grand old time.

Fern has a nephew, they call him Markie. I don't know why not just Mark. Probably because his dad is Mark and as a little boy, he was Markie and it just stuck. But a "Markie" he is not. He's a Harley dude, a really big guy, has a big bushy beard, shaved head, chunky jewelry, you get the picture? He is probably the only Amish-speaking Harley dude. He is a nice, fun guy, a gentle giant.

He wanted to give me a ride on his Harley (to give me something to write about!). I declined, of course. For one thing, I didn't want that on Facebook, although sis Barb said she would try really hard to resist. Yeah right!

Anyway, we had a really good trip, lots of good food and fellowship.

We also visited our cousin Eli Plank and his wife, Catherine. Eli has a little woodworking shop that he tinkers around in. He makes these really neat Nativity scenes out of different kinds of wood. We all bought one. Actually, I bought two. One goes to the Mennonite relief sale.

We did have a scary moment on the way home. It was raining, or rather dumping, in sheets. It was almost impossible to see. Louise decided to pull off. All of a sudden, there were brake lights right in front of us. Way too close for comfort! Praise the Lord, Louise stopped in time!

An interesting thing happened while we were on the interstate in Indiana. A bus passed us, and we could see it was a company bus. All we could read was "Phil Dirt.'' So, yes, Barb gets out her phone and pokes some buttons. It's Phil Dirt and the Dozers. They are en route to Mattoon for the Bagelfest!

So, anyway, we are now home, the "green, green grass of home." Only ours isn't so green. But it still needs to be mowed. I thought about calling grandson Lavon Yoder.

He paid us a surprise visit this past Saturday afternoon. I figured he was lost. He never comes over. But, no, he said he wanted to come and see us, see how we are doing. Well! He made our day! I do think the sun shone a little brighter! He told me if I need someone to mow, he'll be glad to do it. I did consider calling. But the thing of it is, I love to mow.

When I was just a kid at home, I HAD to mow. No one else wanted to use our big old clunker of a push mower. It got to where I actually liked to mow.

The funny thing is, while I was mowing, I was writing a book!

In closing, old age is like everything else: To make a success of it, you have to start young.

This delicious recipe is what we had for brunch at Fern's house in Ohio.


4 large potatoes

1 pound ham, sausage or little smokies

9 eggs, scrambled

1 pound shredded cheddar cheese

2 tablespoons onions, chopped

2 tablespoons parsley flakes

1 cup sour cream

1/4 cup butter, melted

1/4 cup flour

1 3/4 cup milk

1/4 teaspoon salt

1/4 teaspoon pepper

1 cup Velveeta cheese

Heat oven to 350 degrees.

Cook and shred potatoes. Layer potatoes, meat, scrambled eggs and shredded cheese in a 13-by-9-inch baking pan.

Melt butter; add flour. When flour starts to sizzle, add milk. Bring to a boil, then cook until thickened and smooth, stirring constantly. Add Velveeta, onions, parsley, sour cream, salt and pepper and cook until cheese is melted.

Pour over casserole and bake for 30 to 40 minutes. You can also pour sausage gravy over top instead of cheese sauce.

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