There wasn't a lot of chit-chat around the table, owing to the fact that everyone, of every sex, religion, and nationality, was busy eating! (Oooo, Dear Reader, I wish you could know how delicious and creamy was that home-made ice cream (one of the four desserts), made from the cream of Jersey cows!)
At the end of the meal, the Amish servers asked that everyone in the room sing "Amazing Grace." I snatched my camera from my lap and, as surreptitiously as possible, set it on the table to record. (Argh. This endeavor was not a success!)
It was a delightful evening.
Driving home, The Yard Man told me, "Melvin and Esther* want the group to come to their house for supper tomorrow evening. We are invited, too. Want to go?"
Hmm. Reader Dear, what do you suppose was my response?
*An Amish couple who were also at the table this evening.