My dad hired a man with a bulldozer to clear land on our 400-acre farm in the Ozarks. When the highest hill on our land was being cleared, dad asked the bulldozer man to spare a red oak tree that stood at the highest point, and that must have
In the early 1950’s my parents, Old Order Amish, moved from southern Michigan to the Ozarks of northern Arkansas. They had found common ground with two other self-exiled families, the Rudy Wickey family from Ohio, also Amish, and the John Martin family from Pennsylvania, Old Order Mennonites. All
When I first became friends with non-Amish people while working at St. Anthony Hospital in Oklahoma City, I learned that most people detested travel by bus and avoided it at all costs. As an Amish boy, traveling by bus was exciting, we were introduced to big cities such St.
Diary and Journals I grew up in an Amish family on a farm in the Ozarks where we attended school in a one-room school house. My two younger brothers and I and were called the “three little boys.” When I was nine, a teacher gave me a small five-