Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

The garden was quite miniature but it had flowers blooming along the walls and trees in the corners. There were even little tables and a door to a secret garden. Twelve-year-old granddaughter Cassidy and I sat back and admired our pink and blue-green Leggo creation on the patio bricks in the summer sun.

I was so pleased that she and her four brothers were coming to our house for a day last week. We were outnumbered as far as the gender role was concerned and so we found ourselves rooting among Leggo blocks. Gerome, age 8 and Jairus, age 6, had lost no time in bringing the big container down fr...