Scenes from the Amish Auction

Inside and outside the auction
Inside and outside the auction. Yes, he is using a cell phone.

These are some scenes from the auction I attended today in St. Charles, Minnesota. I don’t like to be intrusive with my picture-taking. I feel like I am being rude to bother people with it.

We met some really friendly Amish people. The lady who sold me a doughnut gave me a tip to handle squash bugs: spray sugar water. Hmm. I might try that next year. I told her I usually wrap my plants in tin foil to confuse the bugs, but I was too late this year.

Inside the auction
Inside the auction. Note the glass around the top which lets enough light in to avoid the need for artificial light during daylight hours. Ingeniously green–something all barns/halls should have this feature to reduce energy usage.
Buggy
Buggy with antsy horse.
Horses
Horses impatiently waiting for their owners.
Propane lights
Propane lights. The Amish don’t use electricity. So, you’d think it would be all candles and darkness. This group has decided that propane does not break their rules.
Pony and buggy
Pony and buggy. Different groups of Amish argue about the appropriateness of  buggy coverings.
Rolling hills
Rolling hills outside the auction house.

The Amish are not a monolithic group. Each sets its own standards within agreed-upon individual community standards. From my perspective, I feel that other Americans could learn a thing or two about good manners from the Amish. They don’t put on airs. If they are judgmental about my relatively revealing clothing, they certainly don’t get in my face about it.

On the other hand, I do find some of the more conformist aspects of their culture to be problematic. While it can be a good practice to recognize one’s place in the world, too much submissiveness can result in an individual tolerating abuse and exploitation. That’s the dirty side of the shiny coin.

Produce at the Amish Auction

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My mom and stepdad took me and the kiddo out to St. Charles, Minnesota to see the Amish produce auction. My stepdad was out there to make a purchase for the country club he works at in Stewartville. After checking out the goods, he settled on some flying saucer squash (AKA pattypan squash).

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He got all that squash for $24!

The only deal with the auction that I found problematic for the average person would be the quantity in which the items are sold. I don’t quite have a need for 21 quarts of pickling cucumbers, for instance. Or seven pints of raspberries. Let’s not discuss the pounds of onions!

The produce is gorgeous. So maybe if I lived here, I’d figure out what to do with the mass quantities.

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