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The Amish community standing in solidarity for George Floyd. • #GeorgeFloyd #georgefloydprotests #amish #amishpeople #amishcommunity #JusticeForGeorgeFloyd #JusticeForGeorge #JusticeForFloyd #JusticeForBigFloyd #wecantbreathe #icantbreathe #unheardvoicesmag https://www.instagram.com/p/CA0a-PelAkN/?igshid=149yon0e7u6j
Amish Community Makes PPE for Ohio hospital.
🕯️ NEW ON DICKING AROUND WITH RICHIE: A TRUE CRIME FEED 🕯️
“Even in the quietest places, the darkness finds a way in.”
On October 2, 2006, the peaceful Amish farmlands of Pennsylvania became the scene of unimaginable horror. The West Nickel Mines Amish School shooting wasn’t just an act of violence it was a story of dark secrets, heroic bravery, and forgiveness so profound it stunned the world.
I was living in Lancaster City when it happened, and I’ll never forget the shock and heartbreak that rippled through the community.
🔗 Read the full story:
The Day Peace Shattered: West Nickel Mines Amish School Shooting and Its Haunting Legacy
This is more than true crime. It’s a reminder that grace and resilience can shine through even in the darkest moments.
#TrueCrime #DickingAroundWithRichie #NickelMines #AmishCommunity #Forgiveness #TheSassyGazette #CrimeHistory #LancasterPA #NeverForget
Skating The Dam
It’s easy now, the separation of the lives I have lived and the memories made. It’s become a habit, to keep the phases in separate boxes to unpack as needed or desired. I think I’m losing parts of them. Parts of the good things that made me laugh, those good parts of my childhood that make up my memories.
So here is the start of a project that delves into the the small treasures that make up my past. The best memories, written as well as I can remember them.
Part 1: Skating the Dam
My memories of these times are patchy at best, so I will attempt to piece together the feelings and pictures that I have in my head. There was always an excitement that ran through the town once the weather had been cold enough, for long enough, to freeze over the small dam that held water back above our small community. There was at least one big night during the winter where all the families would gather together and make the short trip up to the dam to have a skating night.
The excitement and anticipation always made it impossible to stand still while bundling up. Long johns into boots, puffy and warm over-all style snow pants, cozy knitted kerchiefs on the head, gloves with a string that went through the sleeves of the home made coat, and cheeks rosy with the cold and the joy of knowing you’d be allowed to play outdoors after dark and stay up late. Hockey skates were tied together and slung over the shoulder, lacings loosened so you could get them on as quickly as possible.
I don’t remember the journey to the dam all that well. We would pull a trailer behind a tractor with it full of adults and children. Were there haybales to sit on? Probably, but I can’t remember. I only remember the indulgence at not having to walk for once, and the feeling of belonging to a larger family than you ever had.
It would be evening, the light fading quickly in the short winter day, the generator powered shop lights spilling out over the ice and fading into black toward the tree line. Several of the adults would bring firewood down to the edge of the ice and start building a bonfire so we could warm our hands and make hot chocolate with mini marshmallows. The children would hurry to get their skates on, fumbling with already cold fingers. Ultimately I would rush to my mother to tighten my laces as quickly as possible so I could be on the ice with everyone else.
By this time, darkness would have fallen completely. The stars would be out overhead, the lights casting shadows over the ice, illuminating the small clouds of breath from each individual, weaving in and out among the rest. In the complete silence of the night, our shouts and laughter bounced across the pond, disappearing into the snow blanketed woods that surrounded us. A fire would be blazing at one end with several people gathered, talking and sipping hot drinks.
It was always a game, to see how far away from the light I could skate. How far into the shadows and darkness I could get before I let fear turn me back around. There was this adrenaline rush that I would feel from skating to the dark edge of the pond, turning around and seeing all the light in front of me and the darkness so thick behind me that I could feel it. The eyes of a hundred wild things in the woods just watching the spectacle. When I couldn’t stand there anymore, just when I imagined the breath of a beast on the back of my neck, I would skate as fast I could toward the brightest light and the largest group of people.
We would skate for hours, until our fingers and toes were numb and couldn’t be warmed up by the waning flames anymore. Until our noses were running and our hair was frozen. A call would go around that it was time to wrap up and head home. I would collapse in the snow on the bank and try my best to untie my now frozen solid laces. I always loved the feeling of putting on shoes again. Like I had been flying for hours and just now returned to the earth. Walking felt strange. A reconnection to the earth once more, instead of gliding across frozen water in our small ring of light in the mountains.
The journey back down was again something that I never remember. Half frozen, half asleep, I would get home and run my hands under warm water until I could feel them again; sometimes so close to frost bite that it hurt just to put them into room temperature water.
Then, wrapped up inside multiple blankets, I would fall fast asleep, too tired to dream about the next time I’d get to put on the skates again and fly for a little while longer.
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Amish a Barn Together
This 3 minute time lapse on how to Amish a barn together makes us feel a little lazy about our Sunday…
Reasons I'm unfollowing Cheyenne
She's a bitch Thinks I'm a republican Uses the word screamo Was wrong about that anyways So what no one cares about emotions on twitter Learn how to use that shit bitch She's a democrat Me and grace are friends. Do not ship. Bitch is so basic she probably doesn't even track her own blog.
