Kraybill Mennonite School - Summit Yearbook (Mount Joy, PA)

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loot just Qfetary k of Con. g h0l1rS in Lalltiag. d in the MPS his heuenbefger. T testify rich farm. 'y surrou ded n beding his land that con- nother dairy ing lane and ilo stands :mmmq :e the person y Meadath. nsion as thirfl fternoon re' get Ollt their ,ng hand- 0hnnY just W ade teacher' long leader the Wayside this New scene, a waitress weaves ber way among the tables and places her steaming plates before the occupants of Table No. 3. Replacing her tray with empty dishes from an adjoining table, she slipped the tips into a certain pocket reserved for such treasures. Hey, Sharon, booms out a genial voice. How about a cheeseburger and coke and on the double because I'm rushed today.H Well, Jay, so it's you again, teased Sharon as she deliberately slowed her pace for a moment. She made some notations on her pad and dis- appeared in the direction of the kitchen. Her na e pin disclosed her ini- tials as S.N. and her familiarity with the kitchen and fellow workers marked her as a steady employee at Wayside. Carrying her tray aloft, she carried the order to Table No. 6 where Jay Miller regarded her amusedly. Some day you'll drop that thing, he warned her. Not any more, declared Sharon. That stage is over! Are you still working for Norwalk Trucking Company? nYes, and I must get this load to Lancaster before six o'clock this evening. Tomorrow I go to Ohio and next week to Chicago. Well, take it easy, admonished Sharon as she sammtered away. Jay gulped his food and bolted for his Ford truck. In a moment he was roaring down the highway intent on getting another day's work accom- plished. We suddenly find ourselves standing in an average-sized living room confronting an extremely overwhelmed female holding a colorful volu e. She whirled around the room, ecstatically hugging the book. I can't believe it, she exclaimed. My first book. I'm the authoress of this -- book! The thought of those long weary months of hard work, dis- appointments, sleeplessness, and endless research vanished from her mind. The first thousand copies were to be released in a week and then the world would know that she, Carolyn Mummau, was an authoress! She had written stories essays, poems, and articles to magazines, church papers and local newspapers. But this precious book was the very essence of her drea s and ambitions! We are in a different living room and suddenly close our ears as a Squeaky V0iCe goes through her version of the scales. NO, sighed another voice slightly tinged with hopelessness. You 13

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In a flash we are standing among the quiet bustle of the main floor just inside the front doors where the offices are located. A certain secretary seated beside mounds of paper work is busily typing, her face a mask of con- centration. She glances up with a quizzical look and an instant later we recognize the familiar Hilsher smile. Her work is exacting and long hours are spent typing, filing, and doing nu erous office duties. The Medical Battlefield fades and becomes a large dairy farm in Lancas- ter County. Sixty head of Holstein cows are grazing contentedly and in the ibld nearby the farmer mows alfalfa. He wearily lifts his cap and mops his damp forehead. In that instant we identify the profile of Henry Shellenberger Fertile soil, modern equipment, and a spacious milking parlor testify to Henry's farming instinct. We step across Henry's boundary and find another sample of rich farm- land. We pass forty-five cud-chewing Holsteins and are presently surrounded by well-kept buildings. We enter the barn and find Daniel Martin beding his cows. With a ready smile and unassuming pride, he shows us the land that com- prises his living. V Abruptly we find ourselves some miles hence entering yet another dairy farm of contoured strips and Holstein cows. We follow the winding lane and are soon among comfortable dwellings. A gigantic eighty foot silo stands sentinel over the barn. We locate this farmer acting as grease monkey standing over the exposed brain of a pickup truck. We recognize the person under the grease and smudges to be none other than jovial Randy Meadath. Quiet grazing cows give way to a scene of bedlam and confusion as thirty second graders come storming into a local classroom after an afternoon re- cess. Miss Miller calls the room to order and informs them to get out their reading books. nYes,H questions the teacher in response to Jbhnny's waving hand. nMiss Miller,n began the earnest voice. HAre baby alligators called escalators? Fred Bowman said they are.u Judy averted her face a moment before she explained to Johnny just exactly what escalators were. HNow will row one please arise!n This is just one example of Judy's career as a second grade teacher. Acting as teacher, principal, mother, nurse, counselor, and song leader are all a part of Judy's busy day. The thirty desks are transformed into gay clothed tables in the Wayside Diner located along a busy highway in Lancaster County. Music, laughter, and hearty voices strive for pre-eminence. In the center of this lively scenes Plates di5heS fCS erved HHey and Coke uwel slowed he appeared cials as marked he Carr Jay Mille USom uNot HAI.. nYe: evening. Uwe Jay was roar plished. We confront whirled HI of this aPPOint1 The fin would k ESSAYS, But thi We Squeaky IIN

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were entirely out of tune!n nOh, Miss Longenecker,H wailed the pupil. HI'll never be able to sing. These voice lessons never accomplish anything. I try to reach high udou and only a beautified squawk comes out. Guess I better stick to collecting salt shakers.H Nancy's work led her into many contactsg some with great potential and others who were only wasting time and money. Nancy's slim figure becomes the sturdy well-built form of Mr. Lutz, a research technician at Michigan State University. Arou d him are cages of white mice and all manner of biology apparatus. He injects the animals with various substances and checks their reaction and behavior. He also holds several classes a day. His is a very precise and demanding job. But his name as professor and technician is well-known throughout the science world. The tiny white mice dissolve and become fat tail-swishing Holsteins waiting patiently inside the milking parlor. Five cows are milked at a time until all sixty have been milked. 'The ndutchifiedn slant of the men's voices signifies Lebanon County. The farmer in white coveralls comes closer and we see him as the amicable Bob Wenger. His two hundred acres provide a plentiful existence for him and his family. We speed silently over mountains, oceans, and jungles and stop at a large clearing in central Africa. The tom-toms are silent now except in remote areas and many of the mud huts have expanded into white-washed buildings that house the hospital, school, church, and homes for the mis- sionaries. Coming out into the sunny compound at Kundulu, a nurse walked over to a shade tree where a group of natives awaited her. Settling herself on a low stool she began dressing festered ulcers and chatting with the men. It was plain to see that Nurse Nyla Ebersole was well-liked and respected by the natives. Finishing there, she was called to supper which consisted of reed-buck stew, sweet potatoes, and rice. In the evening she helped with a sewing project which had been organized for the native women by the nurses. Hers was a full and rewarding life. The year 1978 dims and 1968 readjusts itself. The figure is gone and with it the robin. The class resumes eating and none dare voice their thoughts. Thus was the prophecy of the class of 1968 unveiled! You say this is just a convincing fairy tale. Well, we shall see! Written by Patricia Breneman Margie RaylT1OTl curly' Randy tg GTB Ronald Jay Mi James of the To Ram Nancy Uanie' To Dm feed' Judyi Maria Herbe Rober Lois Share Nyla dhdy