As I mentioned yesterday, Bettie and I went to an Amish auction.  They were raising money for an Amish school.  I didn’t buy anything at the auction, but did intentionally over-pay for some of their food.

We knew we were getting close when we saw a sign warning us about the buggies.

Then we saw another one

And part of another one

(we actually saw the whole sign)

We didn’t take the camera into the auction. It would have been great to get a picture of some of the quilts. A couple went for $600.  One of the quilts was cross-stitched by a girl with Down syndrome. Pretty fierce bidding by a couple of guys, and it finally went to the one who wouldn’t stop bidding. Then he donated it back to the auction, and they sold it again. That was the first time I had seen something like that, and it still brings a little lump to my throat. The original winner could have made a donation directly – he didn’t have to buy a quilt and give it back. And he could have done it with any other quilt. But he did it with this one. He cared.

No camera, so no pictures of the neat old mantle and mirror from somebody’s house. No picture of the line waiting to get barbecued chicken. No pictures of the chickens on the grill, being turned by a big wheel. No pictures of the little gasoline engines running the ice-cream makers. No pictures of the pecan pies for sale. No pictures of the Amish kids running around barefoot – nor the Amish teenagers the same way, or the Amish women who were also barefoot. Seemed to be a personal thing – some kids had on shoes, as did most of the teenagers and almost all adults. The Amish men wore work boots – all of them. Not the same style of boot, but nothing other than boots.

We did get a picture of some buggies

and a starter house

and a final pic of the site.

We were far enough away that I don’t think I was taking pictures of the people – it was a picture of the place. The food tents are at the far left of the picture. The white tent in front of the black-roofed barn had some nicer things under it. Then some household stuff, and a couple rows of farm equipment as you move out to the road.

And finally, proof positive that we were in Amish country – a buggy whip, and road apples.

A long, fun day.