I never pass up on an opportunity to blog about the Amish.
My first pair of ice skates were actually purchased from an Amish general store.
My heathenistic family once accosted an Amish family in their home over Christmas.
We just showed up and knocked on their door out the blue.
No warning at all.
Not that you’ve got the option to call ahead or anything.
So one day when we driving by my dad just did it.
Menow had at least 12 kids.
Aside from that, there was also a younger Amish women who babysat for my cousins sometimes.
I interacted with her once or twice.
She used to watch TV in my cousin’s living room.
I remember thinking that was kinda cheating.
“Ok we’ll be back in 5 hours.
Your $0.50 is on the table.
c’mon keep our kids alive.
Knock yourself out.”
But one thing I’ve never considered about the Amish is how resilient they are to natural disasters.
That’s the thing about refusing to embrace electricity.
Or anything that’s the slightest bit entertaining.
Or anything that would make a person’s life easier in any way shape or form.
Amish don’t even have pictures taken of themselves.
The community would have it re-built by sunrise.
Anything sentimental you own, you’d have brought into the basement with you.
That would be a solid B- joke in 2007.
One thing about Amish is that they’re going to help your ass out.
They won’t fix your roof for free.
Honestly, they’ll probably think they’re the ones getting one over on you.
For them it’s nothing.
For you it’s nothing.
It’s really the perfect relationship.
There’s nothing better than living in an Amish community.
There are no downsides.
Except for horse poop.
But you’ll get used to the horse poop.
The Amish are just good folk.
At least that’s what I’ve gathered from the brief interactions I’ve had with them.
At minimum, there’s nobody you’d rather have as a neighbor in the aftermath of a tornado.
