Sometime ago when I wrote about loosing our goat Delilah, I also wrote a bit about what it is like living in the middle of an Amish community. It is a fact the majority of "English" people, as they call the non-Amish, think the Amish lifestyle is an admirable lifestyle far superior to how we live. And by mere virtue of the methods they employ to perform the same tasks as we do the fruits of their labors are far superior to ours. That thinking applies to all areas of life, from the most basic of household chores to marketable products such as baked goods and furniture. Many people even think the Amish chickens lay better tasting eggs than those kept on "English" farms. A great tourist activity in our area is "English" people riding around the area looking for Amish homes selling goods to purchase. Now I am not by any means anti-Amish, however with that said there is a certain amount of prejudice held against all of the "English" living in our area.
Jackie and I are very self-sufficient people and everything we can do on our own or make on our own we do. This covers everything from vehicle repairs, furniture construction, raising and putting up our own hay. We work very hard keeping our little farm immaculate and take pride in the care we give our animals. Additionally I cook just about everything from scratch with everything we eat coming from our kitchen. One beautiful, warm Saturday afternoon in May, I was at home doing my weekly baking. There was a lovely breeze blowing and I had all the windows in the house opened up. I had just taken bread out of the oven to cool when I noticed a strange vehicle pulling into the driveway. As I headed out the door I was greeted by two ladies who were looking at me rather strangely. Not recognizing either of them, I said hello and asked how I could help them. After a slight delay one of them blurted out, "Your not Amish!", and they both started laughing. To which I replied, "No, not the last time I checked". They went on to explain that the farm looked so beautiful and well kept and they could smell the aroma of fresh baked goods and they just knew it was an Amish farm. I let them finish and then politely explained that people other than the Amish take great pride in the homes God blessed them with and bake from scratch.
While my visitors that day did apologize for the mistake they had made prior to leaving, there have been far more over the years who not only have not offered any apologies but have been down right ill-tempered and rude because we have not been Amish. Last spring it all came to a head when we had four such visits in one day before noon! Jackie said he was going to have a sign made for the entrance of the driveway that should eliminate any doubt whether we are Amish or English.
As you might imagine we have had quite a few comments on our sign and many people think it rude that we would post such a sign. Interestingly those raising objections are not Amish neighbors, they understand why Jackie and I would feel the necessity for such a sign. They are well aware of the amount of traffic which can go thru a Amish farm on any given day. At any rate the sign evidentially did the trick because since Mr. Steward posted the sign up we have not had one carload of Amish seekers!
Until we meet here again, I pray God bless you and keep your loved ones safe.