Living What Our Forefathers Died For
Written by: Linda Maendel on Monday, January 27th, 2014
Thus, Carpe Diem led to a colleague and me receiving a scholarship for a teaching methods course, offered by the Lower Saxony Ministry of Education. We’d be studying in Hannover, Germany for ten days, with hotel, food and local transport....
“I Baptize You in the Name of the Father…”
Written by: Linda Maendel on Tuesday, March 26th, 2013
Since God in His grace has been merciful to you and through the death of Jesus Christ His only begotten Son, and the intercession of the Church has forgiven and remitted your sins. May He fill you with the powers from on High and write your name in the Book of Eternal Life. May He keep you as a true Brother/Sister in the Church to serve Jesus until the end, Amen.
Sentenced to Alkatraz
Written by: Linda Maendel on Sunday, November 11th, 2012
Since it was compulsory, Hutterites sent their young men to military camps, but they didn’t all....
Hutterisch – the Mother Tongue of Hutterites
Written by: Linda Maendel on Tuesday, September 25th, 2012
Hutterites speak a Carintian German dialect, originating from the province of Carinthia in Austria, which we fondly call Hutterisch. This language is spoken on a daily basis. However, it’s unfortunately generously sprinkled with English words as well. Some of this cannot be altered as there are numerous things for which we have no Hutterisch word. These include, farm equipment, mechanical parts, cooking ingredients, medicines, and some kitchen utensils.
All Hutterites speak Hutterisch, although....
Bee-Hive Busyness
Written by: Linda Maendel on Saturday, September 8th, 2012
“Trucks are waiting! Everybody welcome. Thank you!” The crisp message rings from the public address system, inviting colony members to a shift of picking weeds and lumps of dirt out of newly-harvested potatoes, traveling by conveyor into the shed.
“This is a recorded announcement!” One young woman deadpans. Grabbing gloves and a jacket she heads for the potato shed.
Every autumn brings the exciting racket of tractors, trucks and potato diggers rattling and rumbling their way to t....