ETA: An even more appropriate moniker is "Anabaptist Bohemian." I carried the bolt of brightly colored fabric to the counter, trembling with hope and excitement that I might “get by” this time. I chose my dress material with trepidation growing up, because I was seldom permitted the patterns and prints I truly wanted. “Too gaudy,”... Continue Reading →
Two Funerals; from Horse and Buggy to Mardi Gras
My aunt’s body arrives at the churchyard in a two-horse-drawn hearse. Mourners gather outside the white clapboard church, men on the right side, women on the left. Hushed greetings and stoic expressions of sympathy float between them, followed by a holy kiss. Reverence stills the crowd as the hearse halts. The well-trained horses stand at... Continue Reading →