Wow wow wow, who knew a weekend of Americana could be so therapeutic. I feel like I could live off hay rides and 4000 calories a day. After two days in southeastern PA, I am basically a Mennonite. Or at least I understand a bit more about them besides just, “no technology!!!! Ahhh!!!”
Here is what my Fourth was filled with: The Kutztown Folk Festival (complete with hoedown, Irish folk dance, fiddle playing families, sheep shearing, Mennonite lecture, vintage farm equipment tour, and ox roast), Reading Phillies baseball game, good old fashioned fireworks, and roughly enough food to feed a family of five Mennonites for a week.
It was probably the most Americana-filled two days of my life. And of course the icing on the cake was that today we drove around the small towns just north of Lancaster, which are almost 100 percent Amish/Mennonite. Craig and I had a fit every time we saw plain clothes hanging on clotheslines or boys in straw hats biking by. We honestly tried to be as respectful as possible, but it was like we had never seen a horse and buggy before.
When I think about what it’s like to get an email every minute or blow out my hair every morning, I’m rather tempted to say adios technology and hello windmill. Until then, I’ll just venture to the hills every now and again and remember that there was life before the iphone.
PS – this post is dedicated to Stacey and her awesome fear of the Amish.