Posts Tagged ‘Amish’

“We already have.”

Tuesday, February 3rd, 2009

It’s easy to mock and make jokes about people we don’t understand. I do – you may too. One of the subjects of my ridicule has been the Amish – and they are strange – by our standards.

C’mon! Horse drawn carts and little electricity? No television, computers, movies, nor internet – in 2008? Are they for real?

But today I know I can never again joke about these gentle people. Two things have changed my mind. One is an Amish tradition; one is an Amish tragedy.

Rumspringa is an Amish tradition more radical than any religious practice to which I’ve been exposed. When they’re around 15 or 16 years old, Amish kids are given a free pass to the outside world. They may smoke, drink, have sex, do drugs – pretty much anything non-Amish kids do. And not behind Amish parents’ backs. This is encouraged by elders so young people can make a critical decision in life: to be or not to be Amish.

What? Give teens with raging hormones a chance to run free and THEN decide if they want to be just plain Amish? Do you know anybody else who believes enough in his or her religion to allow kids that choice? I don’t. But most Amish families have this kind of faith – and four out of five of the kids return to the fold. Hmmm…..

The second Amish fact kicked me harder still.

On October 16, 2006, Charles Roberts, a mentally-ill milkman from Lancaster County, Pennsylvania, burst into an Amish schoolhouse. He terrorized and tied up 11 young girls and shot each of them before killing himself. Five of the girls died immediately. Many horrified parents arrived at the school within minutes. In anguish and confusion, they talked among themselves as the dead and dying were carried out of the small schoolhouse. And then a calm seemed to settle on the group.

A pushy TV reporter stuck a microphone into the face of a grieving father who had been told only moments before his own daughter was one of those murdered.

“Will you ever be able to forgive the killer?” the insensitive hack asked.

The father, who had tears streaming down his face, looked at the reporter, and smiled a gentle smile. His answer?

“We already have.”

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Incredible Amy – My Twin & Best Friend

Wednesday, November 12th, 2008

Some of you have asked “Who’s Amy?” after reading her outrageous comments. This post was originally published in January, 2008.

Amy and I were born on June 9th. That’s our Birthday. What year? EVERY YEAR, Skippy…..Duh! Amy kept getting better and better looking but I didn’t. Of course she HAD to get better looking (see the first picture). Shortly after she was born, Amy looked like a wax sculpture which had been left in the sun. But she got much better very quickly!

Sometime, after she was five (middle picture), but before she was thirty (last picture) she was even a centerfold with real staples and everything. Unfortunately, she had gone mad by that time and took to sitting on counters and studying things in the sink. One day she decided she’d become Amish because she liked horses and carts. So she moved to Pennsylvania and I haven’t seen her since. I also have two sisters who moved to France to become Muslims. I haven’t seen them since either. Religion’s a bitch when it breaks up families even if you get a free horse and cart.

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“We Already Have.”

Saturday, July 12th, 2008

A RECYCLED PRESENTATION – 1st Posted on February 25, 2008

It’s easy to mock and make jokes about people we don’t understand. I do – you may too. One of the subjects of my ridicule has been the Amish – and they are strange – by our standards.

C’mon! Horse drawn carts and little electricity? No television, computers, movies, nor internet – in 2008? Are they for real?

But today I know I can never joke again about these gentle people. Two things have changed my mind. One is an Amish tradition; one is an Amish tragedy.

Rumspringa is an Amish tradition more radical than any religious practice to which I’ve been exposed. When they’re around 15 or 16 years old, Amish kids are given a free pass to the outside world. They may smoke, drink, have sex, do drugs – pretty much anything non-Amish kids do. And not behind Amish parents’ backs. This is encouraged by elders so young people can make a critical decision in life: to be or not to be Amish.

What? Give teens with raging hormones a chance to run free and THEN decide if they want to be just plain Amish? Do you know anybody else who believes enough in his or her religion to allow kids that choice? I don’t. But most Amish families have this kind of faith – and four out of five of the kids return to the fold. Hmmm…..

The second Amish fact kicked me harder still.

On October 16, 2006, Charles Roberts, a mentally-ill milkman from Lancaster County, burst into an Amish schoolhouse. He terrorized and tied up 11 young girls and shot each of them before killing himself. Five of the girls died immediately. Many horrified parents arrived at the school within minutes. In anguish and confusion, they talked among themselves as the dead and dying were carried out of the small schoolhouse. And then a calm seemed to settle on the group.

A pushy TV reporter stuck a microphone into the face of a grieving father who had been told only moments before his own daughter was one of those murdered.

“Will you ever be able to forgive the killer?” the insensitive hack asked.

The father, who had tears streaming down his face, looked at the reporter, and smiled a gentle smile. His answer?

“We already have.”

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“We already have.”

Monday, February 25th, 2008

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It’s easy to mock and make jokes about people we don’t understand. I do – you may too. One of the subjects of my ridicule has been the Amish – and they are strange – by our standards.

C’mon! Horse drawn carts and little electricity? No television, computers, movies, nor internet – in 2008? Are they for real?

But today I know I can never again joke about these gentle people. Two things have changed my mind. One is an Amish tradition; one is an Amish tragedy.

Rumspringa is an Amish tradition more radical than any religious practice to which I’ve been exposed. When they’re around 15 or 16 years old, Amish kids are given a free pass to the outside world. They may smoke, drink, have sex, do drugs – pretty much anything non-Amish kids do. And not behind Amish parents’ backs. This is encouraged by elders so young people can make a critical decision in life: to be or not to be Amish.

What? Give teens with raging hormones a chance to run free and THEN decide if they want to be just plain Amish? Do you know anybody else who believes enough in his or her religion to allow kids that choice? I don’t. But most Amish families have this kind of faith – and four out of five of the kids return to the fold. Hmmm…..

The second Amish fact kicked me harder still.

On October 16, 2006, Charles Roberts, a mentally-ill milkman from Lancaster County, burst into an Amish schoolhouse. He terrorized and tied up 11 young girls and shot each of them before killing himself. Five of the girls died immediately. Many horrified parents arrived at the school within minutes. In anguish and confusion, they talked among themselves as the dead and dying were carried out of the small schoolhouse. And then a calm seemed to settle on the group.

A pushy TV reporter stuck a microphone into the face of a grieving father who had been told only moments before his own daughter was one of those murdered.

“Will you ever be able to forgive the killer?” the insensitive hack asked.

The father, who had tears streaming down his face, looked at the reporter, and smiled a gentle smile. His answer?

“We already have.”

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Amy – My Twin & Best Friend.

Sunday, January 20th, 2008

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Amy and I were born on June 9th. That’s our Birthday. What year? EVERY YEAR, Skippy…..Duh! Amy kept getting better and better looking but I didn’t. Of course she HAD to get better looking (see the first picture). Shortly after she was born, Amy looked like a wax sculpture which had been left in the sun. But she got much better very quickly!

Sometime, after she was five (middle picture), but before she was thirty (last picture) she was even a centerfold with real staples and everything. Unfortunately, she had gone mad by that time and took to sitting on counters and studying things in the sink. One day she decided she’d become Amish because she liked horses and carts. So she moved to Pennsylvania and I haven’t seen her since. I also have two sisters who moved to France to become Muslims. I haven’t seen them since either. Religion’s a bitch when it breaks up families even if you get a free horse and cart.

 

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