Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

The waning moon seemed to look down on me where I lay in the back of the moving vehicle. The baggage beside me didn't seem to mind the bumps in the road, but to me the bumps were brain-rattling and bone-jarring. The suitcases didn't budge, even if I pushed them for just one more inch of their rightful place. Leaving my seat for a different position wasn't such a good idea after all. Shifting to sit up and relieve another numb spot, I watched an 18-wheeler roll beside us. The speeding 40 tons roared menacingly close and for the umpteenth time I hoped the drivers would stay on their side of the...