to her, there's no place like home
The young housewife from 1932 continues her essay… There’s a heap of preparation and excitement when the bees are robbed. Daddy dons his bee bonnet and gloves, and the babies are carefully corralled on the porch until it is over. How good the honey tastes when it is fresh–that means hot biscuits for breakfast. It…
When a wife says, “I’m a homemaker,” many people only hear it to mean “I don’t have a job.” How does a homemaker respond to that bit of ridiculousness? Nothing could be further from the truth! Unfortunately, that attitude has persisted for generations. Enjoy the first part of this essay, written in 1932, by a…
This post may contain affiliate links. Read my disclosure policy here. (An excerpt from Two Years as an Amish Schoolteacher, continued from previous post….) The families soon began to trickle in–parents, babies, grandparents. Some came by car with a driver, many came by horse and buggy. Some of the men carried in with them the…
In less than two weeks, my book about my days as a schoolteacher in an Amish community will be available as an Amazon Kindle e-book. It’s been many years that I’ve wanted to share my unique experience, and I’m glad the day is almost here! Once upon a time, I was a teacher in a…