Michael and I had been looking for a reasonable slice of our “piece of pie” for some time. After traveling South America and deciding we were a little too white to fit in, we decided to turn our search to some of the less populated states. While staying with friends in Montana, we heard about an Amish Community that was moving on. Amish… in Montana? Having said I’d never live in this particular area of MT, my curiosity got the better of me. I mean, who wouldn’t jump at the chance to snoop around an Amish farm?
Driving through alfalfa fields down the half mile driveway I first noticed a massive laundry line and a square black buggy parked next to a white three story home. They welcomed us into their bare concrete and particle board basement where we noticed a dozen or so children, all bare-footed, sitting in a row on couches against the wall. No smiles, just stares. I wondered at the state of these kids as to why they seemed so pale and lethargic. I later seemed to find the answer as we stepped into the pump room where they had a gasoline powered pump running- inside the house. Yep, they were breathing fumes. All. Day. Long.
Next was a quick peek into the pantry. Hmm, I thought Amish were healthy and homegrown goodness. Didn’t all of them grow amazing gardens and create their meals from scratch? Guess not. This was the second time I was shocked at seeing the insides of an Amish pantry. Nesquick, Jello boxes, jars of Marshmallow Crème, boxed gravy mix, Gatoraid and many other pre-packaged foodstuffs lined the shelves. At least the size of the pantry was immense.
The main level was much more appealing. It almost had an awe factor consisting of one extensively long room lined with log beams and various types of wood paneling. I guess this was a mix match example of some of their “log home” skills all thrown into one room. Still, it had its appeal.
The top story was all bedrooms, unfinished and bare. To be exact, I counted nine bedrooms in the house.
5,000 square feet of massive home projects waited to be completed. Sub-flooring, bare drywall, no electricity, no trim or doors, well, how hard could it be to finish this place? I fell in love with it. We placed an offer on it and little did I know it would take us another 7 years to actually get moved in. But those are more stories for other days.