Monday, October 26, 2009

The Hidden Face of Amishland





I had seen a picture of this seasonal holiday display in the newspaper. Someone in the community had expressed dismay over it. The newspaper went out and photographed it and published a small photo with the letter to the editor. I had forgotten all about it. Today I happened to be working in that area and I drove past it. I had a quick job just up the road. I had to stop and take some pictures for myself.

You can click on the images to read the tombstones. Clearly, a message of hate. The saddest part is the display is directly across the street from the community elementary school. I am sure the home owners are gun-toting church going folk, ya know? Seems to me, Mr. Obama hit-the-nail-on the head last year during the primaries. These are exactly the people he referred to in his recorded remarks. They live here. Here in the 'bizarro' world of Lancaster County; they are 'proud patriots,' too.

To me the display represents the hidden face of 'the County' laid-bare. The locals like to pride themselves on their sense of community, their families and their Christian faith. To me the display represents what I have often told my friends about the intolerance of the local culture. There are people here that 'scare' me. The joke goes, 'not only don't they know what's over the next ridge; they don't care, either.' As long as their 'clan' has all that they need materially; there is no need for any consideration of anything else. I'm from a different backround. I believe in a wider collective 'sense.'

There is some irony, too. I would think if you would have the audacity to put such a public display outside your home you would be sure that everything was spelled correctly. These people did not; hence, their ignorance clearly shows through. Arlen Spector? Saddam Husayn? Enough said.

When I saw the photo a few weeks ago and read the accompanying letter I was happy to see that at least someone in the community called it out. Good example of why I stress to those that know me that I live here; I am NOT 'from' here. The holier-than-thou hypocrisies in this local culture are beyond my moral compass. The community presents itself as 'pure' and 'simple.' Seems that only applies if your horizons are limited, too.

As a transplant, out-sider from a very different cultural backround and critic of the locals after years of observation; I can't think of a finer example of the hidden face of Lancaster County than the pictures you see above.

People will tell you what a 'nice' place it is.

There you can see for yourselves the hidden face of Amishland.

The display is directly across the street from an elementary school.

In my culture they would be teaching it is a display of ignorance.

I'm very sorry to say, here?
Who knows?

It is very sad, indeed.




Saturday, October 10, 2009

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Wednesday, September 16, 2009











Breaking the Ice







Just a few new shots of Henry unhappily wearing a rugby shirt I bought for him in the City this past weekend. Normally, he bolts for the door when he sees me heading towards it. He loves the backyard and wants to go out there. With his shirt on he wanted no part of being seen outside. I had to entice him to come out onto the lawn a few feet from the concrete patio. A clear display of that genetic 'pug attitude;' he does have some pride. Bless his heart, I made him do it anyway. I am thinking he is over it now.



As I have often written before here, I often have fun with the customers I work with. I want people to be comfortable with me being in their homes so I want to relate with them on some conversational level. I feel good when I leave a job and know I made the people smile.

This morning a job appeared on my phone. It was not among the ones I had paperwork for; those originally assigned to me before I left the office. It was an internet out-of-service. It was a higher priority than the other morning work I had. I immediately headed in that direction.

The home was located along a heavily traveled local highway just outside a small town. The house was atop a small hill at the end of a long curving driveway. I noticed when I pulled into the drive that the morning paper was there by the highway entrance. I stopped my work van and got out and picked up the newspaper. I carried it with me to the front porch as I rang the bell.

A very nice woman answered the door. She knew I was there for the cable as she invited me in. I handed her the paper and she said, 'That was very kind of you.' I smiled and said,'ma'am, that's because I am NOT from around here.'

Not only did she smile, she laughed; almost to the point of tears. She finally said, 'Neither are we!' She obviously 'got it.' She said, 'Isn't it sad. It's almost like they are missing some 'social' gene.' Then I laughed. Needless to say, the ice was broken quickly and we had a nice talk as I went about my business. I shared many of my observations of the local people's culture. She knew I had a good 'read' of it. It was very nice to meet her. I had fun talking with her. I left with a smile on my face; I know I made her smile, too. One of those little rewards that fuel my love of my job.

Every day is a new adventure; and I like the cool people I sometimes have the good fortune to meet. wink

Hope all's well with everyone.


Sunday, August 30, 2009

Introducing....










HENRY! Is he really cute, or what?