Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

As is his habit, after finishing in the milk house, my husband surveyed the western skies. In the summer, he usually steps outside the door but on Saturday evening, it was dark wintertime, so he stood inside. Peering through the window, he watched the traffic on Piney Creek Road travel through the predicted snowstorm.

Suddenly a man appeared into his scope of vision and ran toward the milk house. He seemed to disappear so my husband moved to the window around the corner and saw him sitting in the snow against the milk house wall. As my husband was trying to make sense of what he was seeing, th...