We drove up to “Amish country” in Ohio yesterday. It grows increasingly unrecognizable as the place we used to know and enjoy. More of the small shops had closed and more megashops had been added. Parking is no longer allowed on many of the streets of Berlin and there aren’t any handicapped spaces to speak of. The new megashops may be otherwise, but most businesses aren’t really all that handicapped friendly, but then they never were. We’re just getting older and more teetery is all.
There are ever-fewer craft type shops with American or local-made stuff and ever-more Chinese junk, and the prices are ridiculous for foreign crap. The food we had was good, but not as good as it used to be and there were very few Mennonite waitresses (Amish girls can only work in the kitchen). I think the need for waitresses is far outstripping the supply of Mennonite girls. In fact, there were very few Amish and Mennonites to be seen, though Saturday has always been their traditional market day. I’ve heard they’re staying on the back-roads and in the satellite communities more these days to avoid the tourists. Who can blame them?
It’s strange that they keep putting in newer and bigger stores and even a theater, when crowds seem smaller every time we go there. Berlin and Sugar Creek seemed absolutely dead yesterday. At one time, they were so crowded that it was a task just to walk down the sidewalks. With some of the shops turning to clothing and one to a thrift store, plus the theater and hotels, I wonder if the place isn’t now gearing itself to the busloads of blacks that pour in from Cleveland sometimes. Most would be less interested in the Amish and Mennonites, perhaps, and more interested in someplace to spend their time and their apparently abundant money. Incidentally, the antique shops seems to be proliferating so the new clientele may have an interest in that field.
Of course, it’s not the fault of the folks up there that the missus and I can’t get around like we used to but, between that and all the changes, she said this may be her next-to-last visit.
When we got home (much earlier by far than we used to) we both took a nap. Afterwards, I finished cutting my hair, which I always have to do after paying the barber to cut it. You see, I part my hair on the left, but anyone who’s ever had to work bent over on occasion knows that long hair from the opposite side from the part has a tendency to flop in your eyes. So, ever since I was a kid, I’ve always doctored it up myself within a day or two of getting it cut. I do that by parting it on the right and trying to make it look like it was cut for that. I’ve tried to tell the barbers what I want, but they never seem to really get it. Much of what I cut wouldn't actually get in my eyes YET, but would later, the rest is further back on my head but looks stupid when the part changes sides. Maybe I should just go with a crew-cut! Copyright 2018