Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

Like a whirlwind, the first week of daylight saving time took me into its swirling action. Sometimes it seemed to take my breath away, other times I collapsed into unconsciousness as sweet sleep revitalized me for the next round of activity.

Coming to life again, after that first "dead" Monday on March 15 when winter weather ruled, I looked forward for the arrival of Tuesday when our middle daughter and her children would come to visit for the first time since Christmas. Although it was still cold, we faced the damp north wind to walk together on the field lane to go next door and meet one of...