Woodworking: Pass the sausage: They sure fit in better than anyone could have imagined
When the Amish people began moving into the Whitehall area half a century ago, I often wondered how they would adjust to a neighborhood full of Norwegian- and Polish-Americans.
For one thing, they didn't drive Pontiacs, Fords or even John Deere tractors.
For another, they worshipped in their homes not in high-spired churches.
For another, their buggies pulled by trotting horses dotted highway 53 from the beginning.