![]() Ach, part of me longed to see her get caught and promptly rebuked. Still, I kept Sadie’s dreadful secret to myself. Yet all the while offering up her heart and soul on the altar of forbidden love. At eighteen, she was taking classes with Preacher Yoder, along with other young people preparing to follow the Lord in holy baptism, to make the lifetime vow to almighty God and the church. Truth be known, my sister was at war with the world and its pleasures. But those were just two of Sadie’s many talents. ![]() Nobody around these parts, or in all of Lancaster County for that matter, could redd up a place faster or make a tastier beef stew. ![]() And my, oh my, Sadie could clean and cook like a house a-fire. Mamma needed Sadie inside, doing women’s work, after all. Hence I became my father’s shadow early on, working alongside him in the fields, driving a team of mules by the time I was eight-plowing, planting, doing yard work and barn work, too, some of it as soon as I could walk and run. Dat needed someone to help him outdoors, so taking one look at me, he decided I was of sturdier stock than my soft and willowy sister. When I came along my parents already had their daughter-perty, blue-eyed, and fair Sadie. But then, who is ever given control over their destiny? Fewer thorns over the pathway of years, perhaps. I fought hard the notion that had I been the firstborn instead of my sister Sadie, my early years might’ve turned out far different. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing ![]()
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