The History
Anyone who has had conversations with me knows that I have always dreamed of living on the edge of some Amish village. I have had nothing but wonderful thoughts of baking cherry pies and having an Amish husband as long as he looked like any of the men in the film “Witness”. My life would joyously be filled with baking, building, and birthing babies.
Did I say birthing babies? (insert car brakes here)
Okay, let’s just stick with the baking, building, and maybe the odd tending of cattle.
I started my personal Amish education by owning a black Amish hat, and wearing it to certain functions. To this day I am still able to make mean funnel cakes and great corn chowder. I watched Amish “chick-cu-mentaries” such as “Witness” and “For Richer or Poorer” for continuing research of the Amish culture. After thirty years of dreaming I decided…
I started my personal Amish education by owning a black Amish hat, and wearing it to certain functions. To this day I am still able to make mean funnel cakes and great corn chowder. I watched Amish “chick-cu-mentaries” such as “Witness” and “For Richer or Poorer” for continuing research of the Amish culture. After thirty years of dreaming I decided…
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