Showing posts with label Amish. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Amish. Show all posts

Saturday, August 16, 2008

I'm a reincarnated Amish Woman

Okay, I know that sounds whacky, but sometimes I really think I lived in another time period. And here's why:

--I hate technology…don't even ask me how to use the TIVO in our house. Don't ask me how to program the remote control not when I just mastered how to set the clock on the microwave. My DD typed out and printed off step-by-step directions on how to save my books onto a thumb drive--took me forever to memorize them. This month I used my last 3 ½ floppy to save the book I just sent my editor-- now I'm all in a panic because I don't have a valid excuse not to save my next book to a CD when I send it in.

--If someone asks me to choose between shopping at a high-end department store or checking out the local flea market--flea market wins every time.

--If I had a choice of spending the day at a resort spa or treasure hunting in an off-the-beaten-path hole in the wall town somewhere in Texas--I'll take the hole-in-the-wall

--I don’t get excited when my husband sends me flowers, but I'm over the moon when he says "Oh, go ahead and buy that old fashioned milk can for the front porch."

--If I don’t drive through the country and see cornfields, silos and barns at least every other day I feel lost.

--When I drive past an old dilapidated barn circa 1900's I shiver and my mind races with images of days gone by

--I get all excited going into a historical meat market in a nearby town because I get to look at the old photographs circa 1800's of the town and its people displayed on the walls.

--One entire wall (from floor to ceiling) in my living room is filled with vintage black and white portraits of my ancestors some dating back to the Civil war era

--I'm more at ease eating in a rundown diner than swank restaurant

--I like physical labor, don’t mind sweating and love working in a garden

--my dream vacation is following the Oregon Trail in a Winnebago

--I get excited when I see Historical Markers alongside the road

--I got light-headed and dizzy and swore I heard voices in my head when I stood by the fossilized ruts of the wagon trains that traveled the Oregon Trail through South Dakota

--Out of all the books I've written for the American line, I felt most connected with the characters in my *Hearts of Appalachia* series.

Anyone else ever feel like they've lived in another century--or know someone who swears they have? If not, then maybe I am whacky!


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