The Peace Trail
About this series
For some reason my past has led me to a peace trail . Noted for being tranquil with nature. Thanks to a large number of Mennonite people who came to live and settle the area.
Far beyond fairytales of life to be seen as a part of this trail to walk or hike. Is supposed to have magical places of worship. Relishes of altars to stop at and pray if you desire too.
Martha Ann Burkholder, Mennonite young lady of twenty six . Blonde , green eyes, tall like her Ma’am . Very pretty, kind ready for a day of God.
Her Schwester Adrian , a few years ago younger . Tall, auburn hair like Dats was . Her eyes green like emeralds and freckles lots of them. Her soft spoken voice is heard right away when first you meet.
They gained entrance into the Prairie, Park side . Beautiful as it was maintained by a large wooden bridge met you at a gate.
A tremendous view of a meadow There waiting untouched by man. Smells of daffodils hit your nostrils
Right away. Submerged in a bath of sweet aroma . My favorite part is when you can smell it .
Today both young ladies were wearing modest dresses made from athletic stretchy fabric , tennis shoes called water shoes. Large dark gray back packs over the shoulders. Their thick hair drawn up in a bun. Wearing a lace Bobbi pinned daube across the top of the hair.
Right off finding nests with eggs so still upon a bow low on a tree limb. Each had a cell phone and started taking pictures of it all.
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The sign set in stone,” Those who reap what they’ve sown may return to common ground.”
This large rock depicts the life in these corridors of the scenic landscape.
They both stopped to admire. Then grabbed a free pamphlet to read . Very interesting indeed to read about this topic of mystical life.
Further on smoke rings did dwell from the chimney. A small rock and mortar house built right into the side of the hill.
Something of common ground be small lady white haired. A fairy looking piece of specimen. Her hand goes up to a friendly wave.
Her basket she carries full of wild berries. “ God Brengt Veel.” ( God brings much.)
“Zah he shall flourish in the presence of a midst which will bring pure happiness,” Martha Ann says smiling back at the old lady.
“ To bring beauty to the family table is sacred and I am grateful to be apart of it,” Adrian replied wholeheartedly.
She invited them both in to visit drink hot tea or coffee. Entering into a room so pretty and quaint. Lots of house plants to look upon as pretty nature. A lovely table and chair set sat waiting to be sat at .
Each tea cup details are blue bells painted on each cup. “If you tip them up into the light you’re bound to see a pretty seashell.
“How absolutely lovely,” they crooned with delight. “And the tea tasty as ever. “
Fine chocolates set upon the table to enjoy. They too shaped into a shell. Tasty , oozing of dreamy creamy cream. Beside each tiny plate a white napkin.
Then Addy was her name Addy Esh the Grossmama. Her tiny husband has a beard long to his belly dark gray. Wearing spectacles, a sharp look to him. He wore an off white, wide brimmed hat . Big brown eyes, hard worked hands . “ Hallo to all you look familiar to me whys that do you think?”
The Mrs. Says they are Burkholders family see how they looked. “ He quickly agreed with her.”Awe yes your Grosspapa was in school with me many years ago.” He began to laugh covered his mouth using Hankey and coughed. “ There i have found pleasure in your presence of treasured flowers from the old days to today.”
“ We shall tell them all about you both gut tempered to be sure.”