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Personal Narrative: The Sweet Amish Culture

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Not only did great grandmas’ cookies impact my life majorly, the sweet Amish culture gave me a whole new perspective on life! Here I was on vacation in La Plata, Maryland enjoying what I would call a flea market and what they call is, making a living. We pull up and I am filled with curiosity as to why there are horses with buggies attached to them everywhere, and why the people behind the stands were only wearing certain attire. Little did know it’s because of their culture. I would have never guessed all these woodened cutting boards were made from two hands that god had given these startling impressive people. I also would have never envisioned that all these fruits, vegies, and delicious pumpkin bread was not only made from scratch but

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