Samantha Schmucker, truth be told found solace in needlework. By doing so became an artist needlepoint at an early age. Be of her talent became well-known in these parts as the best or at least close too.
   She went to the Mennonite College, a double major in teaching, and Codumlaud an Administrative Secretary. Her degrees are on the wall in the back of her desk. Leaving the small town of Smileton, Lancaster relocated to Shining Star Lancaster.
      Living on a farmstead estate Schumacker, Schumacker is the farm. Grossmama and papa, demise some time. No beasts ( animals) left on the farm close in to town.
     Along with her a schwester Adrian two years older than she is. Adrian, teaching at the college today living it.
As of late Dat ( John Schumacker) calling coming up to start animals on the farmstead. Neither of his girls could figure out what they'd thought he'd buy to grow here. Yet extremely excited to see him our Mother died in childbirth having Samantha. Her schsweter is two years older.
Grossmama Schmuckar is a mama replacement. And very gut one, always loving, never angry, rich in kindness. Never in a hurry to misjudge. That's a definition of our Grossmama Schmucker. Grosspapa, still farming back home alongside Dats Braudaars.
     Inside the farmhouse, Samantha and Adrian decorated rustic, yet plain and simple. Very prettily decorated, clean as a pen. Colors, black, light blue, and medium blue. Before they moved inside. They seemed to be a virtual tour online it had been empty.
     What they decided to do was fill it with furniture. And buy it from a local Amish furniture dealer. They picked out an online set of wooden furniture purchased there, in return, they'd be let in by a realtor to set it up inside. Where it still sits to this day.
        Hearts and hands are held during time spent by the side of a friend. To manage us together wisely means never a stranger forever together a friend. Side by side, shall tackle it together.
        Samantha got off work, she was told by Freedman Pettersheim, my boss the lawyer's office. To be prepared for a nice raise for all my good work during this case. She couldn't be more thrilled than she is today.
As she stood outside shucking corn for tonight's supper, sweat rolled down her back.
Wiping her forehead using the back of her hand. She had a slushy homemade she reached over sipping from delicious.
Just over her shoulder sounds of a buggy pulling in quietly. Stopping what she was doing looked around to see Freedman. " Sir I'm so glad to see you."
" I have flowers for you and Pennsylvania Dutch Chocolates, here, you have streaks of corn on your face," smiling, wiped her face using his handkerchief, clean smelled of starch.
Laughing she excused herself for what her appearance looked like. Taking her gifts," Please step inside, I insist you have supper tonight with me." He accepted.
" Let me carry those for you Samantha." " Danke so much," She said. Blackie, her German Shepherd came running up loose and barked at Freedman. "It's okay boy he's completely safe," She said walking back from the barn shed to the house. Freedman followed her contently. Admiring the farmstead.
She is barefoot, as most Amish women like. He had his work clothes on yet and hadn't stopped at home. " Please take a seat at the table ." He did so, laying the flowers on the table and fine chocolates and an envelope too.
She fixed homemade vegetable soup, wheat rolls, mashed squash, and sweet pickles. A pitcher of lemonade set down in front of him. On the side a chef salad loaded in vegetables, diced meats, shredded cheese, salad dressing, and hard-boiled eggs. He was handed bowls for soup and salad, silverware, and napkins. A pretty light blue flowered glass set in front of him pouring himself lemonade. Laddled soup into his bowl, and sliced bread spread a layer of thick butter and sweet pickles.
Finally, Samantha sat down across from him.
She has her food ready to eat, sipping lemonade. " My schwester not home yet at her boyfriend's house, you may know of him, Simmon Yoder."
" Yes, I certainly do, real well, he helps at my horse farm shoeing the horses. I must tell you Samantha he's the best." They bowed their heads in prayer. Then continued eating, till finished.
Freedman helped her clear the table and wash and dry dishes. His dress shirt sleeves rolled up. " Look at you Mr. Petersheim, a lawyer like yourself doing dishes. They both laughed. He added," You're seeing me as I am, I also cook and clean ." laughter once more.
I'm so glad you stopped by, it's been so fun. I hope you can stay longer for a game of Scrabble. "I love to, I can't think of a better way to spend Friday night ." once more at the table," Oh my goodness an envelope what's this my name? My name on it Samantha." She eagerly opened it, a check dropped out for ten thousand dollars. " What a gift Freedman, Danke truly from the bottom from the bottom of my heart for if not expected anything Sir, truly I didn't." She wept of joy, wiping her nose using a flowered handkerchief." I shall start a bank account right away."
He observed this woman working for him for just over two years. He'd read her right, unusually good worker. Her personality is extraordinary, and kind beyond measure. Smart as a whip, lastly he could do without her there at the law office.
She got up took it to a safe in her closet, and returned with Scrabble, She decided to stay in the living room, so she set up Scrabble on a library table setting directly in front of the overstuffed Brown twilled material making up the chair on which they sat.
He straightened it out, she brought in two cold colas and a basket of popcorn buttered and lightly salted.