By Amy Tittle
Last weekend Matt and I took the kids to the Amish community near Pontotoc. On the way there we decided to stop and meet a newly found friend of mine to see a pony she had bought from the stockyard sale barn. My city born kids have never had the privilege of going to a sale barn before. Their expressions and comments were lined by amazement as they saw the massive cows and bulls and heard how fast the man behind the microphone could talk. One of my kids said,” How do you learn to talk like that?”
A little while later, after leaving the sale barn, we traveled down a gravel country road surrounded around rolling fields of hay and horses, cows, goats and sheep. As soon as we saw the power lines stop and the white farmhouses start, we knew we had reached our destination. The first Amish farm we stopped at offered horse shoeing, baskets, gourds and mud rugs. While I paid the sweet, bashful Amish girl for my beautiful brown basket, my younger two children walked up to me with their hands full of newborn kittens. After saying no about the kittens, they traded off with one bag of homemade peanut brittle. The next two farms we racked up on jellies, pickles, homemade cow butter and a little bag of homemade peanut butter chocolate dipped graham crackers. What a treat it is to get fresh snacks from a beautiful and peaceful community. All of my children stood in amazement at the ten year old Amish boy running his father’s leather shop; we were impressed while we watched him custom make reins for our pony.
Our last stop for the day before heading back home to the Valley was a little farmhouse tucked behind some trees. It belonged to an older Amish couple. The women there made straw hats and supplied them to all the men and boys in the community. My oldest son got a hat and loves it; he has not stopped wearing it since we bought it for him. The Amish are a quiet peaceful people that I feel we can all learn a great deal from, my family included. As we drove home, I asked my children their favorite part of the trip, my oldest son said his hat and the yummy treats and seeing all the ways they make and do stuff on their farms. My daughter said the kittens and blue heeler puppies, baby piglets and rabbits she got to see and touch and hold. My youngest son took a few minutes to answer me back and finally he stated” I ‘m just thankful I can use the bathroom inside my house.”
Needless to say this trip was fun, informal but mostly humbling. The next couple of days I began thinking to myself how much we have to be thankful for and how great it is that I can still take my children to places to see with their own eyes what it would be like to do with out all the amenities we are blessed with. We are planning to go back to the Amish farms soon for more yummy treats and life lessons.