Read Mennonite Girls Can Cook Online
Authors: Lovella Schellenberg,Anneliese Friesen,Judy Wiebe,Betty Reimer,Bev Klassen,Charlotte Penner,Ellen Bayles,Julie Klassen,Kathy McLellan,Marg Bartel
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grew up on a farm in the small Rosengard school district. As a young girl, I was taught to cook, clean the house, and do laundry, all important household jobs to learn. I was also taught to respect people no matter who they were or from what walk of life.
I believe this prepared me for the direction of my life’s path. My parents were very hospitable; many friends and family would drop by for visits. I remember visiting one family who had a child with special needs. I was a little afraid of her, but soon realized that she just wanted to join us and be part of the fun. Even at that young age, I noticed the love and acceptance her family had for her.
I grew up, married, and had my own family, two beautiful daughters and then a beautiful son. At the age of seven months, our son was diagnosed with tuberous sclerosis and later with autism as well. We were not given much hope that he would ever walk, speak, or function normally. We would have to deal with seizures, mood swings, anger, and other behavioral problems. However, with much help and perseverance, he learned to crawl and then walk, and began to string words together. Then, for a week, he suffered multiple seizures and lost all speech. One day alone, I counted thirty-five seizures.
At our next visit to the pediatrician, I hoped for encouraging words from him and more help for us. Instead, we were advised to put our son in an institution because, he said, it would just be too hard for us to raise him. We left the doctor’s office deeply disappointed in his advice but knowing that God would be with us on our journey. Not once did we consider our pediatrician’s advice. Later, our daughter told us that our decision had been very reassuring to her young mind. She was afraid that if we couldn’t keep our son at home maybe we couldn’t keep her either.
Our son is now thirty-five years old and, although there have been many challenges and rough patches in the journey, we have been blessed beyond measure. God has given us the ability to care for our son, to have hope, and to love him for the gift that he is. God has assured me that my son’s soul is whole and that his body is only temporary.
I have often thought of the child that I met many years ago and remember that children like her just want to be loved and accepted as they are.
There are many verses from scripture that I have found encouraging. One of my favorites is this: “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness” (2 Corinthians 12:9a; NIV).
God is good!
............................................... Serves 10 as a side dish
Tip:
It is easy to adjust the ingredients to make a larger salad.
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Lovella
There are several different types of “Mennonite” potato salad. Some prefer it on the sweet side and some add vinegar in the dressing for tang. My mom-in-law, Pauline, is always requested to bring her potato salad to family gatherings. My kids love it because she takes the time to cut her potatoes in small even cubes.
Lovella says
............................................... Serves 10-12
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Kathy
The Sunday school church picnic was a highlight for me. It was the one Sunday wecould wear pants to church. I remember my dad planning the music for the outdoor service, and my mom packing up her picnic basket with the items she had signed up to bring for the potluck lunch.
Families all traveled to the church camp where excited children piled out of cars. We ran to find our friends and soon gathered on the lawn for the morning service. The women of the church brought an abundance of salads, meats, buns, and desserts. The church family would usually sing the doxology, “Praise God from Whom all Blessings Flow” before the meal.
After lunch, the games began. There was no such thing as being a spectator, even our parents jumped into gunnysacks and hopped to the finish line. My dad could run like the wind in his day. I remember being so proud as he crossed the finish line. We would join in the balloon toss, three-legged race, and then came the grand finale, the tug-of-war. When the games were over we were treated to small ice cream cups with their little wooden spoons. Those were the days; we thought they would never end.
This carrot salad recipe is just one of the ones I remember from church potlucks. It keeps for at least a month, making it a great salad to have on hand for summer picnics.
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