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.
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.
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