Amish Tree-Singer . . . A Surreal Moment On The Hill
My trees are alive with the sound of music.
Amish music . . . and yodeling.
The cast and crew of Yoder's Tree Service are singing, slicing and shredding the 60-foot-tall Maples surrounding the farm house, the barn and the guest house.
Indoors, on Channel 3, Queen Latifa is quoting Maya Angelou in memory of Michael Jackson. Outside - and I am not making this up - one of the Amish trimmers is singing and yodeling, "When The Roll Is Called Up Yonder."
At the top of his voice.
Truly surreal.
Marvin Yoder is a wiry guy able to hold a running chainsaw at arm's length as he lops off branches while dangling from a rope looped through the crotch of a branch 10 feet higher. He swings from branch to branch, sometimes standing on a limb, sometimes dangling by the rope.
Singing all the while, not for an audience because there is none, but for the pure joy of singing and because he genuinely enjoys his work.
My lawn is eight feet deep in branches, the tree that was hit by lightning (the one I pondered for hours, trying to figure how it could be dropped without damaging something) was down in nine (yes 9 !) minutes and it fell exactly into a narrow corridor between the split rail fence, the electric power lines and the guest house.
Now Jennifer Hudson is singing a moving tribute to Michael Jackson and I stand transfixed at the window. One of Marvin's crew members, 50 feet above ground, has lapsed into an extended yodel, nearly drowned out by the wood chipper.
Truly surreal.
Amish music . . . and yodeling.
The cast and crew of Yoder's Tree Service are singing, slicing and shredding the 60-foot-tall Maples surrounding the farm house, the barn and the guest house.
Indoors, on Channel 3, Queen Latifa is quoting Maya Angelou in memory of Michael Jackson. Outside - and I am not making this up - one of the Amish trimmers is singing and yodeling, "When The Roll Is Called Up Yonder."
At the top of his voice.
Truly surreal.
Marvin Yoder is a wiry guy able to hold a running chainsaw at arm's length as he lops off branches while dangling from a rope looped through the crotch of a branch 10 feet higher. He swings from branch to branch, sometimes standing on a limb, sometimes dangling by the rope.
Singing all the while, not for an audience because there is none, but for the pure joy of singing and because he genuinely enjoys his work.
My lawn is eight feet deep in branches, the tree that was hit by lightning (the one I pondered for hours, trying to figure how it could be dropped without damaging something) was down in nine (yes 9 !) minutes and it fell exactly into a narrow corridor between the split rail fence, the electric power lines and the guest house.
Now Jennifer Hudson is singing a moving tribute to Michael Jackson and I stand transfixed at the window. One of Marvin's crew members, 50 feet above ground, has lapsed into an extended yodel, nearly drowned out by the wood chipper.
Truly surreal.
posted by Amish Country Pilgrim | 9:12 AM
1 Comments:
This is totally amusing! Wondering if you are the one who lives on Indian Tree Farm? And is that the original homestead of "Der Weiss"? (He is my gr-gr-gr grandfather!)
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