I wrote previously about harvesting the corn with two of my foreign-student summer guests, Oliver and Avo. Another summer, I brought Carl and Anthony to Amish Indiana.
Carl and Anthony (“The Lads” as we called them) were college students from England who had spent the summer in my home. Before they went back to England, we headed to Amish Indiana—five of us—Carl, Anthony, my sister, my young niece Bee, and I. As usual, I ended up at the farm of my main and original Amish friends. And as usual, they welcomed my guests with hospitality and the same spirit of curiosity about life in England, as The Lads had about the Amish way of life.
We got up close and personal with lots of animals, as the photos show. The Lads were both from cities—Carl from London and Anthony from Bristol—so this was a new experience for them. I don’t remember if we had wonderful homemade baked goods, but I’d guess that we did. Then we all went for a buggy ride. Carl sat up front with my Amish friend Glenn, with Bee in the middle, and Anthony and my sister got into the back seat with me. As it turned out, it was a buggy ride like no other I’ve had…
At some point Glenn asked Carl if he would like to drive the buggy. Carl happily took the reins, and down the country road we went. At first everything was fine. But at some point we veered off the road and barreled full speed (such as it is in a buggy) into the front yard of an Amish farm, where two young boys were playing near the house. As we sped past them through the middle of their lawn, the boys looked up in surprise—but before they could do anything but stare, we reached the other side of their front yard, crossed the driveway, and veered back onto the road. What amazed me the most was how calm my Amish friend Glenn was. While I was having a nervous breakdown in the back seat, he just helped Carl get the horses back on the road, as if this happened every day! And down the road we went, Carl saying something like “Oops, sorry about that.”
All in all, a day to remember.