Friday morning about 11:00am we received a call from our assigned service representative telling us that our motorhome would be brought out of the service area in about a half hour for us to be able to return to it. So we gathered up our belongings and Travis, checked out of the motel and returned to “Camp Newmar” to await the arrival of our motorhome. Within a very short period of time the motorhome was returned with a new roof. It was so good being back “home”. We decided that we would stay here until Sunday. We do like this area and the cost of staying here with full hook-ups can’t be beat (there is no charge for Newmar owners).
Today, Saturday, we rode up to Shipshewana again. We wanted to go to a bulk food store in that area. I wanted some flaxseeds and had been unable to find them. Sure enough the store in Shipshewana had what I was looking for plus some things I wasn’t looking for but decided I wanted. A produce store next door had a few items that I purchased including rhubarb. It has been many years since I’ve had any rhubarb so after getting back to the motorhome I made some rhubarb sauce. Shipshewana has a large Amish population and we saw numerous horse and buggies or wagons on the roads we traveled. There were also several areas of auctions or swap meets that had many buggies parked.
For dinner this evening we had decided to go to a local fish/chicken fry that was a fund raiser for an Amish school. We had to wait in line for about 20 minutes and the line was even longer when we left. The only charge for the meal was a donation. The meal was very nice- unlimited fish and chicken strips, a scalloped potato dish, cole slaw, homemade bread and pie and ice cream. The interesting part of the meal was being among the Amish. There was a field adjacent to the fish fry building that many horses with their buggies waited. As we waited in line we passed tables that the Amish placed their hats on as they passed by. The ladies had black bonnets that covered their white sheer bonnets. The men mostly had black hats. Husband and wife placed their hats together on the table. Since the hats all looked alike I don’t know how they were able to find their hats when they finished eating but obviously they did. Entering the eating hall, mothers of babies were approached by young girls offering to mind their babies while they got their food and ate. And then like the Amish of Pennsylvania these folks spoke their own language- is it Pennsylvania Dutch or Indiana Dutch??
