Sunday, January 3, 2021

From the Land of the Amish to the Lake of the Ozarks and other exotic places

 


    July 1, 2001. Bridgewood, CT.  My one-month stint in Shinar‘s place brought me to places I never dreamed to set foot on, many of them I only read in books and magazines.

     On my first Sabbath in the Midwest, we attended a camp meeting held at the campus of Graceland University in the town of Lamoni situated on the state boundary between Missouri and Iowa. A camp meeting is similar to our association rally in the Philippines except that ours is done by district while theirs is conference-wide. The principal speaker was the President of the North American Division. In the afternoon, we took a side trip to visit Jamesport---an Amish country. That was my first time to see the Amish with all their primitive way of life---no electricity, no motorized vehicles, no TV, no nothing. Previously, my Amish knowledge consisted only of occasional articles I read from newspapers and magazines and the movie, The Witness, starring Harrison Ford.


    On Sunday of the following week we made a 3-hour drive to Saint Louis, a city known for its magnificent Gateway Arch. This is also the home of the first aviator to cross the Atlantic, Charles Lindberg---his plane, Spirit of St. Louis, was named after the patron saint of this city. St. Louis lie along the Mississippi River on the boundary of Illinois. From the summit of the Arch you can see the entire St. Louis on the west and a large portion of Illinois on the east. Beneath the ground level of the arch is the Museum of Westward Expansion. From there we went to St. Louis Science Center and the Purina Farms. On our way home, we made a stopover at the tomb of that famous American pioneer Daniel Boone in Marthasville.


    Last June 13 we went to the legendary Lake of the Ozarks. It was the most scenic place in Missouri. We made a stop-over at one 5-star resort hotel, loitered in their spacious terrace then went to the marina and took turns feeding those gigantic carps and catfish with the remnants of hand-baked breads we bought at an Amish bakery the week before. Before reaching the Ozarks, we made a brief stopover at the Harry S. Truman Dam


    The Truman Lake is one of the tributaries to the Lake of the Ozarks before it empties its waters to the snake-winding Missouri River. I learned that President Truman, one of the greatest personalities that Missouri has ever produced was born in Independence a city not far from Kansas.

    On our way back from our Great Lakes Escapades we made a 2-day stopover at the Saldias in Berrien Springs. In the afternoon of June 23 we made a side trip to the Amish Acres, another amish colony in Northern Indiana. We were rather quite a big group consisting of Amy and her 2 kids: Amythst and Don, Shinar, Manang Vi, Shinar’s sister Pilar and Danish nephew Svend together with Pilar’s childhood friends from Chicago, Nenett and Twoots and her son Dwaine.

    Leaving Berrien Springs on our way home to Sweet Springs last Sunday (June 24) we made a brief stopover at Springfield, the state capital of Illinois and the birthplace of President Abraham Lincoln. Shinar’s 11-year old Danish nephew, Svend, contended that that was the place of the Simpson Family (one popular carton series) but considering that there are so many Springfields in the US, we reserved our judgment on the validity of his contention. We posed for some photos with the statue of the 6th US president.

     Reaching Missouri using the northern route we made a stopover at Hannibal, that sleepy little town by the Mississippi which was put on the map of world literature by its most famous resident by the name of Mark Twain. Samuel Clemens in real life, Twain created the two famous fictional characters Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn in his book The Adventures of Tom Sawyer. All the fictional characters in that book were based on real people living in Hannibal during his time. We joined the guided tour inside the historical Mark Twain Cave which was a maze of passageways and cracks. What an experience that was!


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