We are sitting at home awaiting yet another snowstorm. I just heard the clumping of horses hooves and the singular combo of whirring and squeaking buggy wheels pass by my house. Once the dogs stopped barking, I suddenly remembered I had promised to write my Amish buggy story. I made this promise after reading an article and looking at pictures of an Amish buggy making “doughnuts” in a snowy parking lot. This made me giggle and think of my own experiences with the small culture clashes and anomalies I’ve observed.
I am not an expert on the Amish or their way of life, but I know a bit and I have had the opportunity to observe members of the local Amish community as they go about their every day, We live on a lake and I often pass trucks and SUVs hauling shiny new fishing or speed boats on shiny…
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My Writing Place is by a Lake 