Amish Country Journal

Reports and musings from Indiantree Farm, in Holmes County, Ohio -- the largest Amish community in the world. See more about author Larry D. Miller and Amish Country at www.IndiantreeFarm.com

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Saturday, March 19, 2016

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Monday, September 07, 2015

From: Larry Miller

How are you? 

Larry Miller
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Friday, May 22, 2015

From: Larry Miller


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Tuesday, April 22, 2014

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Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Crystal Clear Sky Memories

          Last night was a "Look Up – Look Back" night.
          Nola and I spent an early morning hour huddled in warm clothes and blankets, sitting on lawn chairs while watching the lunar eclipse.
          It was an impressive show, with the bright, white crescent moon slowly shrinking away to be replaced by a dim, red-orange full moon ringed in slightly brighter orange.
          The main show lasted a bit more than an hour and brought back memories of other nights spent under the stars, watching some sort of celestial (or combination of human/celestial) happening.
          We stood in the grass near the old apple tree north of the guest house to watch a fast-moving speck that was our first glimpse of the space station, more than 10 years ago.
           Then, not too many years later, we migrated to the same spot (it's unobstructed and away from annoying lights) to watch the twin specks of the space station with the shuttle undocked but following closely.
          The most memorable mid-night campout however, occurred in Texas.
          That was 13 or 14 years ago and we were staying in a remote ranch house, miles from neighbors (actually, miles from ANYone) and we dragged chairs out into an open area past snoozing armadillos and near a herd of tiny barking deer, to watch another lunar eclipse.
          Like last night, we huddled in that cold Texas darkness with cups of cooling hot chocolate and "ooh – aah'd" our way through the rare alignment of stars, planets and moons.
          In both cases, the veteran photographer fired off a few shots but they were substandard.  The old professional equipment was far, far away and forgotten until too late in the eclipse sequence. 
          But that's ok.  The memories are sharp, focused and crystal clear.

Monday, February 17, 2014

Hope "Springs" Eternal

          I'm confident that if we tell ourselves often enough, Spring really will return to greet us.
          But optimism is tough in these frozen and trying times.
          It's 8:30am and the thermometer is hovering at one degree.
          That's ONE above zero.  It's a heat wave.
          Last Monday's low was minus 17.  Tuesday's was minus 15.  The rest of the week was little different.
          Then there's the snow.  Of course it's not too bad so long as you don't have to go anywhere.
          Including outdoors.
          Son Alan and Granddaughter Liz stopped in for a visit yesterday and spent  the afternoon snowmobiling around the farm.  Reminded me of the 70s, when I painstakingly installed 1,100 hex-headed screws in a pair of dirt bike (off-road motorcycle) tires.
          Equipped with those tires, my Yamaha TT500 would go anywhere . . . until the snow depth exceeded about 10 inches.  Most fun were frozen lakes, like Lake Harmony near Orrville and Lake St. Clair, east of Detroit.  There's nothing like throwing a bike sideways at about 50 mph while the spinning spiked tire spits out shaved ice.
          Jonas observed that, "My children have finally found out what an old-fashioned winter is like."  The Amish youngsters have been sledding and skating at every opportunity.  They're eager to finish their chores early so then can hit the slopes or the nearest pond.
          They borrowed a small skid loader a couple years ago to clear snow from the ice but that idea's been shelved.  Although they are wonderful farm tools, skid loaders concentrate an inordinate amount of weight on a relatively small footprint, which could be a recipe for disaster on a skating pond. 
A few wise adults who happened to notice the creative snow-clearing process, were quick to put the kibosh on skid-loaders-on-ice. 
Since then, it's been back to snow shovels and elbow grease.
However . . . there have been rumors of a pony being lured onto the ice to tow a snowplow contraption of 2x8 lumber. 
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