Amish Corner
Hello from Geauga County, Amish Country,It was a beautiful morning on Dec. 7. Finally, we have some sun and no fog.I have my laundry on…
Hello from Geauga County, Amish Country,
It was a beautiful morning on Dec. 7. Finally, we have some sun and no fog.
I have my laundry on the lines outside and it’s drying so nicely. I should also wash off the windows on the outside while it’s nice and not so cold.
Our thoughts go out to the Ervin D. Byler family in the passing of Ervin. His funeral was Dec. 8. They live on Nauvoo Road. He was 77 years old and he died following a stroke.
Allen J. Miller, of Shedd Road, who fell while going up his tree stand several weeks ago, has been transferred to Burton Health Care for therapy. He was in Akron Hospital for several weeks. He had several surgeries and many broken ribs among other injuries. He is hoping to be released this week.
Sunday night supper guests at Perry Miller’s were Emanual and Martha Hershberger, Dan and Sylvia Miller and children, Richard and Susan Miller and family, Wayne and Judy Miller and family, and Joe and I.
Crist R. Hershberger, of Mumford Road, had a knee replacement on Dec. 1. He’s doing therapy at home for two weeks, and then will probably need to go for some more elsewhere.
This nice weather is saving on fuel, but it’s a little hard to get in the Christmas spirit with no snow. But, I imagine we’ll get some before long.
Grandson Marlin P. Miller fell off a roof at work and broke his pelvic. He needs to stay off his feet for two weeks and then see how he’s coming along. He was just married to Marcia Miller on Oct. 18.
Lots of deer stories floating around. On Saturday, our sons and grandsons went hunting. Only son Ray was lucky enough to get two.
Our churchwomen Christmas gift exchange is planned for the evening of Dec. 14 at Ellen Detweiler’s house. We each take a gift and a snack.
The Amish Library is now open on Saturdays from 9 a.m. to 3 p.m. It is located on Shedd Road where Cherokee Lumber used to be. If you’re interested in history and genealogy, you will find lots of material to look through. So, stop in and browse around.
From the Past
Middlefield, Ohio: Nov. 25, 1893
We are having nice weather with about 9 inches of snow and the jingling of sleigh bells are heard.
Simon P. Miller is visiting friends in Holmes County.
John and Christain Schlabach, of Holmes County, are here visiting friends.
John D. Miller is happy since a little dishwasher came to their home. A little boy is what caused the broad smile on the face of D.C. Byler.
Thieves entered a store in Parkman, but we haven’t learned what was stolen. They were captured.
Chuckles
Sign in an office: Would the person who took the ladder away yesterday please bring it back or further steps will be taken.
Sign in a health food shop window: Closed due to illness.
Notice in a farmer’s field: The farmer allows walkers to cross the field for free, but the bull charges.
Sign on a repair shop door: We can repair anything. (Please knock hard on the door; the bell doesn’t work.)
A young successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar. He was watching for kids darting out between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something. As his car passed, no children appeared. Instead, a brick smashed into the Jag’s side.
He slammed on the brakes and backed up to the spot where the brick had been thrown.
The angry driver jumped out of the car shouting, “What was that all about, and who are you? Just what are you doing? That’s a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money. Why did you do it?”
The young boy was apologetic.
“Please, mister … please. I’m sorry but I didn’t know what else to do,” he pleaded. “I threw the brick because no one else would stop.”
With tears dripping down his face, the youth pointed to a spot around a parked car.
“It’s my brother,”?he said. “He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair, as he’s hurt and too heavy for me.”
Moved beyond words, the man tried to swallow the lump in his throat. He hurriedly lifted up the handicapped boy back into the wheelchair, then took out a linen handkerchief and dabbed at the boy’s scrapes and cuts. A quick look told him everything was going to be okay.
“Thank you and may God bless you,” the grateful child told the stranger.
Too shook up for words, the man simply watched the boy push his wheelchair-bound brother down the sidewalk toward their home.
It was a long, slow walk back to the Jaguar. The damage was very noticeable, but the driver never bothered to repair the dented side door. He kept the dent there to remind him of this message: “Don’t go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention.”
God whispers in our souls and speaks to our hearts. Sometimes when we don’t have time to listen, he has to throw a brick at us.
It’s our choice to listen or not.
Merry Christmas to all.
You all have a good week.
