Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

The great outdoors called to me all week so I was thankful for the three rows of potatoes to unearth while I basked in the late summer sun. Cricket songs in the raspberry patch had a calming effect on me, as the sound of my husband's harvester whined in the fields of corn over the hill. But when I stepped out of the milk house that evening, I stopped short. It did not matter that I was carrying milk in pails and bottles for my calves because the sight of the sun was too unusual. It was hard to believe that forest fires thousands of miles away was clouding the Pennsylvania atmosphere, but that...