Last evening, as Stuart and I came into Union Station by train here in Chicago, we followed two young Amish families. They walked rapidly, carrying a matching powder blue luggage set without wheels, assorted other bags, and several babies. The men wore black hats. The women black bonnets, black hose, and long dresses.
Everyone around us was intent on getting somewhere, and costumes vary wildly in a large city, so no one stared at them.
They didn’t know that we were spiritual “cousins,” because no one looking at us could tell outwardly that we are Mennonite.
Nevertheless, when I see Amish people, I smile. We share a faith with family feeling.
The Rhodes Reunion this summer made that feeling palpable. Four hundred fifty-five people gathered as descendents of the same two people — Stuart’s grandparents. You can read the story and see the pictures here. You have to see the picture of that pie table!
I’d love to hear your family reunion story. Do you share this tradition?