The Amish Teacher's Dilemma and Healing Their Amish Hearts by Patricia Davids (best chinese ebook reader TXT) 📗

Eva smiled at the babies in her arms and chuckled. “Clearly, we are supposed to stay out of the way.” She began to sway back and forth to keep her new charges happy. For the first time in years she was struck by the notion that she had missed out on something special when marriage passed her by. Perhaps that was why God had chosen her to be a teacher—so she could have dozens of youngsters to enjoy and look after. It was a humbling thought.

The sounds of running footsteps made her turn around. Maddie came rushing up to her. “What’s going on?”

Eva nodded toward the house. “Some women have brought me gifts.”

Maddie stared at the babies with wide eyes. “Do you get to keep them?”

Eva laughed at her expression. “Nee, I’m holding Hope and Eli while their mothers are busy.”

Maddie took a step closer. “Can I hold one? Bubble has always wanted a baby sister.”

Dinah came out of the house and motioned to Eva with little sweeps of her hand. “Come on in. You need to tell us where everything goes. Hello, Maddie.”

Eva mounted the step and handed Hope to her grandmother. Bethany was waiting inside to take Eli from her. Maddie came inside, too. With both hands free, Eva parked them on her hips and surveyed the room. More than a dozen boxes took up much of the small sitting room. “What is all this?”

“When my husband, Leroy, told me you had accepted the job of becoming our teacher, we got together a few little things we thought you might need.”

“A few little things?” The ad had mentioned a home would be provided. When she first opened the door and saw the kitchen appliances and a table with two chairs, she thought she would have to provide the rest. There was a bed and a rocking chair for the bedroom and a desk in the sitting room but nothing for the second bedroom.

“The men are bringing over the larger furnishings on our wagon tomorrow,” Gemma said.

Dinah handed the baby to Gemma and opened the first box. “Kitchen towels and dishcloths.”

“This is very kind.” Eva was overwhelmed.

“We are thrilled to be able to start our own school,” Dinah said. “The public school has been very accommodating to our students but as the bishop says, ‘Raise up a child in the way that they should go and they will not vary from it,’ and that means educating our kinder without undue influence from the outside. Okay, next box. Flatware, knives, canning jars and cooking utensils.” Dinah looked at her expectantly.

“In the kitchen.” Eva led the way.

Soon they were all unpacking boxes. The two infants were nestled together inside one of the larger boxes so their mothers would have free hands. Maddie knelt on the floor beside them, talking to Bubble and the babies nonstop. In less than an hour’s time Eva had sheets and towels stored in her linen closet, a full set of dishes, a teapot and a coffeepot along with a pantry full of preserved fruits and vegetables and three new kapps in the style the New Covenant women wore. She would wear her old congregation’s style kapp until she had been accepted into Bishop Schultz’s church, but it was heartening to see they believed she would remain among them.

When everything was put away, Eva used her new kettle to heat water for tea.

The box she was most excited about was the one containing school supplies. “Maddie, come see this.”

Eva lifted out pencils and rulers, colored chalk, paints and plenty of wide-ruled notebooks for the children to write in.

“Is this for me?” Maddie asked.

“For you and all the school children,” Dinah said.

Maddie picked up a box of crayons. “Bubble is really glad she gets to go to school. It’s going to be so much fun.” She put the box on the table and patted it. “I’m going to go tell Otto that this school is a lot better than his old one.” She charged out the door.

Eva glanced at all the women. “Danki. I’m very grateful and so will my students be when class starts.”

“We weren’t sure what you would need,” Bethany said, picking up her baby who was beginning to fuss.

“Sadly, I’m not sure what I need. I’ve never taught school before. From my own school days I remember the teacher wrote out the date and the arithmetic assignments for each of the classes on the blackboard first thing in the morning. After that she chose a passage to read from the Old or the New Testament. Following the reading, we stood up, clasped our hands together and repeated the Lord’s Prayer in unison.”

Formal religion was not taught in school. That was the responsibility of the parents and the church community.

Gemma chuckled. “That’s what we did, too. After the prayer we scholars filed to the front of the room and lined up in our assigned places to sing.”

Singing was an important part of the school day. It was all a cappella. No musical instruments were used in Amish schools or church services. “It was the same for me,” Bethany added.

“I have a copy of Unpartheyisches Gesang-Buch.” The German songbook had been used in Amish schools for decades. “Will the bishop find that acceptable?”

“It’s the school board that decides which books will be used. Hymns that are in common use will be fine. I used to allow the kinder to take turns choosing the hymns. Sometimes they would sing English songs and hymns. They sure enjoyed their time singing.” Dinah smiled at the memory.

“You were a teacher?” Eva clasped her hands together. How wonderful to know there was someone she could turn to with her questions.

Dinah nodded. “Only for five years and that was a very long time ago.”

“That’s better than never. Where do I start?”

“Find out what they know.” Dinah took a sip of tea from a white mug. “Parents in this community have made