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Authors: Esther Weaver
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life be easier? She wondered to herself.
The two schweschder s moved the heavy, wet clothes to the hand wringer and took turns at the hand crank. It was tedious work. They sang as they worked to take away the monotony.
“ Schweschder, why don’t you start weeding? I’ll finish this and hang out the clothes.” Ruth liked being out in the fresh air. She knew Sarah preferred working in the garden in any case.
“ Danke , Ruth. I’ll do that. See you soon.” Sarah skipped to the garden. There was something about having her hands in the earth that seemed to ground her. As she pulled weeds, she found her mind was imaging the next doll she would make. She longed to have the freedom to truly express herself. While she was afraid to admit it, Sarah longed to be noticed for her creations. But if they stayed hidden in a barn, how could she achieve the recognition she desired? She prayed that Gott would help her. In the meantime, she had a big vegetable garden to de-weed.
“Ruth, Sarah, lunchtime,” Laura Moore called out to her dochtah s. She had made a chicken pot pie. The girls were hungry after their morning’s work. There wasn’t much conversation between the three Moore women. Each was lost in their own thoughts.
Sarah’s thoughts constantly focused on how to get her dolls with faces into a shop. She couldn’t supply them to the local Amish store which sold her dolls without faces. It wouldn’t be allowed. She’d have to look for a craft shop elsewhere. One that wasn’t Amish. But would she be brave enough to do such a thing? To go against tradition and the beliefs she was brought up with. She wasn’t sure how but she knew her face dolls needed to be seen and admired.
Sarah returned to the garden while Ruth helped their mother wash up. She took the same focus she had with making decorative objects to weeding the garden. She was consistent and methodical, clearing section by section and giving herself points to work to before stopping to stretch. Sarah felt weeding kept her fingers nimble. Although she hated the way the earth stuck under her fingernails no matter how short they were.
It was a meditative exercise for Sarah, being in the garden. She could see the worms and spiders and greeted them knowing they were serving a purpose. Gott had created them for a reason, so why was her creative skill being held back due to the other people’s thinking on what was right or wrong? Surely acknowledging Gott’s creativeness was not a sin so why should her own creativity be stifled? As Sarah took a break, she looked up at the sky. The beautiful blue sky and the shining sun that warmed her face. She closed her eyes. It was a wonderful feeling. For this moment, she was free.
Then she heard her mother calling to her and the moment passed. She had just another little bit to do for today’s work and then she’d go home. She waved at her mother and shouted back that she wanted to finish this section. She saw her mother nod. And Sarah returned to her work. She had more work to do in the evening. She had her Amish dolls to finish off and get to the store. Sometimes her mother and Ruth helped her but Sarah was never quite satisfied with their work. She was a perfectionist. And anything less than perfection would not do. Sarah was her own worst enemy. She put such pressure on herself, all of the time and as was so often the case, she failed to live up to her own expectations.
Chapter 3
“You are so talented, Dochtah ,” Laura watched Sarah as she sat at the kitchen table making her Amish dolls.
“ Danke, Maemm . But it would be so much better if I could give them hair and put faces on them. Give them expression.” Sarah’s face clouded over as she looked at the drabness of her Amish dolls. All she could see in her mind’s eye was her perfect doll in the barn, locked away.
“You know our ways. There’s a reason for that. You know the story of the Amish father whose dochtah got a doll with a face and he removed it
The two schweschder s moved the heavy, wet clothes to the hand wringer and took turns at the hand crank. It was tedious work. They sang as they worked to take away the monotony.
“ Schweschder, why don’t you start weeding? I’ll finish this and hang out the clothes.” Ruth liked being out in the fresh air. She knew Sarah preferred working in the garden in any case.
“ Danke , Ruth. I’ll do that. See you soon.” Sarah skipped to the garden. There was something about having her hands in the earth that seemed to ground her. As she pulled weeds, she found her mind was imaging the next doll she would make. She longed to have the freedom to truly express herself. While she was afraid to admit it, Sarah longed to be noticed for her creations. But if they stayed hidden in a barn, how could she achieve the recognition she desired? She prayed that Gott would help her. In the meantime, she had a big vegetable garden to de-weed.
“Ruth, Sarah, lunchtime,” Laura Moore called out to her dochtah s. She had made a chicken pot pie. The girls were hungry after their morning’s work. There wasn’t much conversation between the three Moore women. Each was lost in their own thoughts.
Sarah’s thoughts constantly focused on how to get her dolls with faces into a shop. She couldn’t supply them to the local Amish store which sold her dolls without faces. It wouldn’t be allowed. She’d have to look for a craft shop elsewhere. One that wasn’t Amish. But would she be brave enough to do such a thing? To go against tradition and the beliefs she was brought up with. She wasn’t sure how but she knew her face dolls needed to be seen and admired.
Sarah returned to the garden while Ruth helped their mother wash up. She took the same focus she had with making decorative objects to weeding the garden. She was consistent and methodical, clearing section by section and giving herself points to work to before stopping to stretch. Sarah felt weeding kept her fingers nimble. Although she hated the way the earth stuck under her fingernails no matter how short they were.
It was a meditative exercise for Sarah, being in the garden. She could see the worms and spiders and greeted them knowing they were serving a purpose. Gott had created them for a reason, so why was her creative skill being held back due to the other people’s thinking on what was right or wrong? Surely acknowledging Gott’s creativeness was not a sin so why should her own creativity be stifled? As Sarah took a break, she looked up at the sky. The beautiful blue sky and the shining sun that warmed her face. She closed her eyes. It was a wonderful feeling. For this moment, she was free.
Then she heard her mother calling to her and the moment passed. She had just another little bit to do for today’s work and then she’d go home. She waved at her mother and shouted back that she wanted to finish this section. She saw her mother nod. And Sarah returned to her work. She had more work to do in the evening. She had her Amish dolls to finish off and get to the store. Sometimes her mother and Ruth helped her but Sarah was never quite satisfied with their work. She was a perfectionist. And anything less than perfection would not do. Sarah was her own worst enemy. She put such pressure on herself, all of the time and as was so often the case, she failed to live up to her own expectations.
Chapter 3
“You are so talented, Dochtah ,” Laura watched Sarah as she sat at the kitchen table making her Amish dolls.
“ Danke, Maemm . But it would be so much better if I could give them hair and put faces on them. Give them expression.” Sarah’s face clouded over as she looked at the drabness of her Amish dolls. All she could see in her mind’s eye was her perfect doll in the barn, locked away.
“You know our ways. There’s a reason for that. You know the story of the Amish father whose dochtah got a doll with a face and he removed it
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