Amish Buggies on My Mind
November 29, 2015 12:48pm CST
For some reason I have been thinking about the evenings when I used to lie in bed and hear the horses pulling the Amish buggies past my window, clip, clop, clip, clop. I used to lie there listen to the clip clop getting slowly louder and then fading away. It was a gentle, reassuring sound, I'm not quite sure why. We lived up north by the Canadian Border at that time. I would take great delight in stopping at the Amish vegetable stands and talking to the people. The little girls and boys were so polite and proper, adorable in their Amish clothing. I miss Amish country.
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• Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
It's nice how memories work like that ... how you remember all the nice things about 'where you once were,' and how you can share that to "lure people in" (as long as you don't tell them any of the 'bad things' that come along with them)? What were the bad things---bad-enough that you had to move out of Amish country? Was the Ordnung too harsh that you had to be free from it?
• Gainesville, Florida
29 Nov 15
They live a simple, ordinary life that maybe we should emulate more. We've gotten so sophisticated in our lives that we forgot how nice life can actually be. I'm sure because of their many old-fashioned ways that life isn't easy for them, but at least it's simple. We could probably learn a lot from the Amish.