If you read about my time machine, I am talking about my S-10 pickup!
You may doubt that I am a time traveler. If you saw were I work, delivering mail in Iowa City, Ia. (aka: Little New York) and where I travel, rural Kalona, you would believe me.
Driving past Amish farms, I feel as though I've slipped back into another century. Even on my neighbors Mennonite farms, it seems I've gone back a few decades in time.
This picture to my right was taken on my Mennonite neighbors farm. I was buying some hay and his dog jumped on board. Dan is having a little conversation with his pooch about getting back off before the Time Machine leaves.
Most of my cell phone pictures are cropped before you see them. I try to take out incidental rear view mirror, side mirror and dash board sightings. I looked through my reject pictures for a couple examples for this blog.
I want to encourage you, my readers, to use your vehicles as time machines. Next Saturday, or whenever you get a chance, head to the nearest Amish community; pull in a drive where a sign advertises goods for sale.
When you get there, think about what decade it was, the last time someone in your family lived as these Amish do.