I loved the screen Sabbath I took two weeks ago. I made an exception for Father’s Day, but now I am back for another try. If you are joining me, let me know, either as your New Beginning or below in the comments section. My new beginning today will be biking somewhere I haven’t been before.
I’m writing this post in advance of when you will read it. I’m excited that my absence gives me a chance to introduce you to a new online friend. Marian Beaman is also writing about growing up plain as a Mennonite girl living on a farm in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania, and then becoming a college professor of English. We have lived parallel lives with enough differences to make them both spicy.
I’m “reblogging” Marian’s description of a Mennonite family reunion held recently in Lancaster County. The picture above comes from the story you are about to read.
The journey of the immigrant Valentine Metzler told by Marian below follows much the same pattern that my Hershey, Hess, Snyder, Brubaker, Herr, and Garber lines followed. Love of land. Weariness of migration and persecution, and William Penn as the savior, calling Mennonites from Europe to America.
Here’s Marian’s Post in its entirety. I highly recommend the short video of Metzler family singing embedded near the end. If you are interested in Mennonite memoir in general, I recommend following Marian’s blog regularly. She’s a great collector of artifacts (documentarian) and story teller. Her sense of humor is delightful.
To get you started, here’s the introduction to the post:
Valentine’s Day conjures up images of hearts, flowers, and boxes of chocolate for most, but not for Yost. Yost is the father of Valentine Metzler, an ancester on my mother’s side of the family, born on Valentine’s Day, 1792. This past weekend, nearly 500 Metzlers from far and wide gathered near Ephrata, Pennsylvania to celebrate this special Valentine. He, like many of his descendants, was in love with God’s green earth, a grateful steward of fertile land where his roots grew deep.