Plain Secrets: An Outsider among the Amish

Plain Secrets: An Outsider among the Amish

Plain Secrets: An Outsider among the Amish

Plain Secrets: An Outsider among the Amish

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Feeling warm for the first time in over twelve hours, I take my place on a crowded wooden bench at a long stretch of tables covered with coffee and toast, jam and apple butter. I keep my eyes on my plate as much as possible, trying not to bring attention to myself or to cause my friend Samuel any unnecessary trouble. As a member of the Swartzentruber Amish, the most conservative of the world’s Amish, Samuel has been granted special permission from his bishop in order to have me drive him and his four-year-old daughter from Ohio to Canada for his mother’s funeral, and I do not want to illuminate my outsider status at this funeral meal by awkward gawking or unnecessary chatter.

The over two hundred Amish mourners and I are fed in shifts. About fifty people at a time sit down to eat bread and jelly and to drink coffee. Nearly a hundred of us, almost all Amish except for me, had talked and rubbed our hands together outside in the freezing north, waiting for our turn at the tables.

Once word spreads among the mourners that I have driven Samuel up to Canada, allowing him to bury his mother and return home in time to be at his wife’s side when she gives birth . . .

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