Living among the Amish in two states, I've admired their unity. But
there’s an odd storm brewing.
During the Industrial Revolution, when electricity and phones came into
most American homes, the Amish had a debate over what to permit, and in the end
they decided to pull back, not wanting to be beholding to anyone, not having
monthly bills. Their decisions to not own cars soon followed.
Now it’s the Technology Revolution and these
dear people are challenged like never before; the biggest debate is over cell
phones. Our twenty-five year old Amish friend, Joe, got feisty about it last
month. My pen pal, Ida, had moved from Smicksburg to Punxsutawney, fifteen
miles north, where cell phones are allowed for business. Joe said Ida was no
longer Amish. “Amish who use cell phones are not real Amish,” Joe said as he
threw up both hands.
Really? Punxsutawney Area Amish
say, “We need them to run our businesses, and we only turn them on during business
hours.”
But there’s something I admire about the Smicksburg Amish. I don’t know
if they remind me of my cousins in rural Italy who want to keep their
traditions and their way of life despite the pressure to move to the cities for
better jobs. Going there is a time warp back to a time when family and
community really mattered. Their traditions still exist, cementing them closer.
They even speak a regional dialect of Italian not always understood by other
provinces. I find that rather charming.
The Smicksburg Amish charm me, too. They’re trying to live off the land,
the fathers being home. They also want their loved one to live nearby, not
lured into living in New York where they can make a living by selling organic
milk. So, the Amish of Smicksburg worked out a solution with the local government.
Electric milk houses now dot the area so milk can easily be collected in tin
jugs delivered by horse and buggy. (The state pays for the electricity, not the
Amish.)Now many can have as little as dozen dairy cows and provide for their
families.
Joe now has a sawmill running that provides for his growing family. His
brother Melvin has 12 cows and stays home. Their brother, Noah, who moved to
New York to farm, is trying to move back because he can now dairy farm. Not
only will the daed’s be home, but the
kinner can visit grandpa and grandma
by walking down the road. How wonderful.
In Amish Knitting Circle: Smicksburg Tales 1, I show the dangers of cell phones among the Amish and that was written three years ago. Much more is happening, and I think for the “gut”. I’m addressing all this in Amish Knit & Crochet: Smicksburg Tales 5. What’s happening in Smicksburg, (my little slice of heaven ;) is what’s usually happening in the Smicksburg Tales.
Heavy milk jugs make for wunderbar gut exercise |
'Englisher' refrigerated milk house where Amish deliver their milk jugs |
Phone shanty attached to an Amish business in Smicksburg |
Neatly stacked milk jugs |
It's a family affair, the kids 'pulling' their weight ;) |
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Your stories make me want to be an Amish seeker, too, and move to Smicksburg. Thank you for sharing your life and the lives of those around you with gentle honesty and caring.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the kind word Dun. Thanks for stopping by Amish Crossings. ;)
DeleteI live in Tennessee, but my parents live just outside Punxsutawney in Rossiter. When we go visit we always stop at the winery in Smicksburg. It is such a beautiful area and the people are always very nice. We always pick one of the local shops to visit so we can experience something different each time. After reading your blog I am even more determined to keep this tradition.
ReplyDeleteLoved the photos Karen, what a wonderful blog.
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