Cave Run Lake
Dapper G missed the early morning bite—it was 8 a.m. before we rose which is unusual for us.
But it was still quiet except for a few Amish males looking to rent a fishing boat. I suppose they must’ve been Mennonites because I think that Amish aren’t allowed to operate motorized vehicles? There was also a large pontoon boat loaded with young- males and females in their traditional dress—the girls clearly excited, giggling and laughing before the boat even left the pier.
Once I’d seen Mennonites on the beach in New Jersey. There was clearly a sense of family cohesiveness as everyone carried food and blankets down to the water—even the little ones–laughing and smiling as they made the long trek back and forth to their van in the hot sun, as though the chore were part of the good time. Seeming to know at once their responsibility of carrying and laying out their picnic was over, they all ran, the ten or twelve of them, together, a flurry of fresh air and innocence, to the receding tide.
The scene captured my heart and I was taken aback, not with a feeling of jealousy but rather a feeling of that which is lost in most family relationships today—a true sense of family. My hand went up to my face immediately and I wiped away a few tears.
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