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Amish Customs: A Prejudice Against Pride

Last week Jim Potter wrote: “My question for you is about pride, specifically, Amish pride. I’ve heard that to the Amish, showing pride is a bad thing. Is that true?” In short, the answer is yes. The Amish make no distinction between taking satisfaction in an accomplishment and being haughty or arrogant. All pride is considered vain and sinful. This […]

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Part 10: “If You Promise You Won’t Tell: A Memoir”

Chapter 4: Do-Bees and Don’t-Bees, continued One day Mem decided to use an idea she’d read about in a magazine because she felt we were not helping her willingly. She created a “Do-Bee” and “Don’t-Bee” chart. Every night she marked the chart for each of us girls. I could be really good for almost a whole day, then make one

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Part 6: “If You Promise You Won’t Tell: A Memoir”

Chapter 3. Mem Buys a Baby and a House [O]ne is born from the mother…so that the image of the woman is the image of the world. —Joseph Campbell One night, just weeks after I turned five, Mem sat in the living room, sewing a bonnet as the sun was setting. She stopped every few minutes and closed her eyes

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Part 4: “If You Promise You Won’t Tell: A Memoir”

Chapter 2: In the Shadows There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow… — George Eliot Interspersed with the “normal” memories of my young childhood are dark memories in which I experienced fear and sometimes terror. The first betrayal of the bond Mem created with me as a small

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Part 3, If You Promise You Won’t Tell: A Memoir

Saloma Miller Furlong · Part 3, If You Promise You Won’t Tell: A Memoir Chapter 1: Early Remembrances, continued There are several incidents that happened when I was very young in which Mem’s telling of them fuses with my own memories. One night when I was perhaps three years old, I sat on the woodbox next to the stove in

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