Eric had a "short" 10-hour shift on Thursday, and Friday was his day off, so we were able to rendezvous with some Brinton relatives (Uncle Mark and Aunt Jen, their two boys, and Eric's cousin Jed). We laughed that we had lived by these people for years in Salt Lake, but didn't make the time to get together until we were all across the country!
We stayed at the guest home on a Mennonite dairy farm in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania, where we bottle-fed a 5-day-old calf, collected fresh eggs, chased the kittens, and rode the toy tractors. The dad in the host family was born and raised on the farm, and now he, his wife, and their two sons run it. If you met them, you would probably want to buy a dairy farm yourself! They are a loving, united family.
The next day we pilgrimaged to West Chester, where we toured the Brinton 1704 House. The first Brinton family to immigrate to America built it, and it is now a well-preserved National Historic Landmark.
When we were on the property, we met a friendly Amish roofer who talked with us about his community and their beliefs. The boys were interested in him and in the horses and buggies that we saw throughout the town. (While scrubbing his chin later, Zachary asked, "When will my beard come?") We'd like to learn more about the Amish people on a future trip to PA.
And of course, what's a road trip without a nice tantrum to tie it all up? Here's Michael pouting underneath the van when we arrived back. Too cute.
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Ooh, that looks like fun! I took a tour of an Amish town last summer and was struck by how neat and tidy the town was and how welcoming the people were.
P.S. I always confuse "immigrate" and "emigrate" but people look at me strangely when I give up and use "migrate".
I had to look it up. I guess that the distinction is the direction: you emigrate from somewhere and immigrate to somewhere.
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