A few years later, I bought a team of horses from this family at the sale barn. They asked to use the horses they sold me, that next spring, for plowing. I was more than happy to oblige.
They invited me to come plow for a day with a six-horse-hitch, that included my two horses.
Stonewall and Jackson
(the horses I bought from this family)When I was on their farm, I thought I should ask if they remembered a guy stopping by, one day years ago and hollering, "Nice Colt." I doubted they would know what I was talking about. If they did remember, it would surprise them that it was me. Oh no! That's not how it works with the Amish! Not only did they already know it was me; they told me, "You know what we were doing that day? We were counting the starlings on the telephone lines."
Most of us Americans are more familiar with celebrities or sports stars than our neighbors. As a letter carrier, I have found that many people have no idea of their neighbors names. The Amish, on the other hand, are completely community oriented. Once they know your name, they never forget it!
That day plowing and other experiences I had on their farm are part of the stories I share in my novel, Under the Heavens, http://www.tinyurl.com/underheavens
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