On Monday we thought about Goshen. But, first I had to show Menno Haven to My Joy. This nursing home and retirement center was conceived by two successful Mennonite businessmen who belonged to the Marion Church. Support of their church was essential, so they took their ideas to the senior pastor of the church. He approved and they asked him to draft the first set of by-laws.
My father and mother moved into the first cottage at Menno Haven. He was the first volunteer chaplain. Many residents were not Mennonites. Father told me what a blessing it was to share in baptisms and communions led by clergymen of other denominations.
Next we went to Cornertown Road to the birth place of my father. When he was nine years old he helped drive his father’s cattle through Chambersburg to the new home on Lehman Road. In 1904 cars were owned only by the very wealthy. Traffic was no problem.
Father’s birth place was about a mile from the birth place of my mother. They both died within two months of each other at Menno Haven which was within two miles of their birth places.
From father’s birth place we traveled for a short distance on the famous Lincoln Highway. We passed the Chambersburg Mennonite Church, Wilson College and Penn Hall. To my regret, we stopped short of continuing to the Chambersburg Memorial Square where two famous roads intesect: Molly Pitcher Highway (Route 11) and Lincoln Highway (Route 30).
We turned toward Harrisburg to return the rented car and arrived as scheduled at the Amtrak station to learn of a three hour delay. At Pittsburg we learned about a seven hour delay. Amtrak’s passenger trains are hampered by freight trains and track repairs. The rails are not owned by Amtrak.
Train travelers appear to like the noise, sights, and smells of a train’s environment and are congenial and patient and we learned to be like them. They meet new people and chat with strangers. In the Pittsburg depot I met a man who works two days a week for Habitat for Humanity. The train finally came, and My Joy and I were struggling to get on when this “angel” from Habitat for Humanity appeared out of nowhere and helped us carry on and stow our luggage.
We arrived in Elkhart at the best time for Eldon to meet us. He took us to our separate homes. My Joy and I agree that it was a wonderful time for being together from one Monday to the next Monday.
I told people we met along the way that Joyce and I are very close friends, not married, AND WE KNOW THE DIFFERENCE.