2007 by Wanda E. Brunstetter
ISBN: 978-1-59789-234-6
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All Pennsylvania Dutch words are taken from the Revised Pennsylvania GermanDictionary found in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania.
Scripture taken from the H OLY B IBLE , N EW I NTERNATIONAL V ERSION . N IV . Copyright 1973, 1978, 1984 by International Bible Society. Used by permission of Zondervan. All rights reserved.
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Dedication
To my daughter, Lorine, a wunderbaar schoolteacher. And to my granddaughters, Jinell, Madolynne, and Rebekah, who enjoy doing many fun things at their country school.
Other books by Wanda E. Brunstetter
Childrens Fiction
Rachel YoderAlways Trouble Somewhere Series The Wisdom of Solomon
Adult Fiction
Sisters of Holmes County Series
Brides of Webster County Series
Daughters of Lancaster County Series
Brides of Lancaster County Series
White Christmas Pie
Nonfiction
Wanda E. Brunstetters Amish Friends Cookbook
The Simple Life
Glossary
ab im koppgo crazy
achoh
aldigirlfriend
baremlichterrible
bauchwehstomachache
benselsilly child
bletschingspanking
bopplibaby
bopplinbabies
bruderbrother
daeddad
daerdoor
dankithank you
dummkoppdunce
dummlehurry
ekelhaftdisgusting
fingerneggelfingernails
galgediebscoundrel
granksick
kappcap
kinnerchildren
jahyes
mammmom
mausmouse
meismice
MondaagMonday
naerfichnervous
nixnutzichnaughty
peschtpest
rutschichsquirming
schnellquickly
schtinkichsmelly
seihogs
uffgschafftexcited
wunderbaarwonderful
Gern gschehne. | You are welcome. |
Guder mariye. | Good morning. |
Raus mit! | Out with it! |
Sis mir iwwel. | I am sick at my stomach. |
Was in der welt? | What in all the world? |
Wie gehts? | How are you? |
Chapter 1
First-Day Troubles
W heres my sneaker? I cant find my other sneaker! Rachel Yoder glanced down at her feet. On her left foot she wore a black and white sneaker, but her right foot was bare. I cant go to school with only one shoe!
Rachel dropped to her knees and peered under the sofa. No sneaker there; just a red checker piece from Paps favorite game.
She crawled across the room to Moms rocking chair and peeked underneath. Nope. Just the ball of blue yarn Rachel sometimes used when she played with her kitten, Cuddles. Where could that sneaker be?
Rachel had found one sneaker by her bed when shed gotten up but couldnt find the other sneaker in her room. She grunted. If that sneakers not upstairs in my bedroom and it isnt down here in the living room, then where is it?
She snapped her fingers. Maybe someone had hidden her sneaker so Rachel would be late for the first day of school. That wasnt something Henry, her sixteen-year-old brother, would do. But Jacob, who was almost twelve and liked to tease, might have taken it.
Rachel scrambled to her feet, stubbing her bare toe on the rocking chair. Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!
Hopping on one foot, she limped to the stairs and hollered, Jacob Yoder! Did you take my sneaker?
Jacob peeked around the banister at the top of the stairs and wrinkled his nose. What would I want with your schtinkich old sneaker?
It is not smelly! Rachel frowned. And I cant go to school today with only one shoe on my foot.
Rachels mother poked her head through the kitchen doorway. Then youd better plan to go barefooted, because if you and Jacob dont leave soon, youll be late for the first day of school.
Not if I ride my skateboard. Then I can get there in half the time.
As Mom stepped into the hallway, her silver-framed glasses slipped to the end of her nose. No skateboard, Rachel! Its much too dangerous for you to ride that thing to school.
Ill stay on the shoulder of the road, I promise.
Mom shook her head. Absolutely not. You and Jacob will walk to school, same as youve always donewith or without your shoes.
Rachel stared down at her feet, her right foot bare with the aching toe, and the left foot clad in a black and white sneaker.
This isnt good. Not good at all. She wished she had asked for a bicycle for her birthday instead of a skateboard. But she was sure her parents would have said no. Rachel had seen English children ride bikes to school, but none of the Amish kinner she knew owned bikes. Even if she did own a bike, Mom probably wouldnt let her ride it to school.
Mom, and everyone else in the family, treats me like a boppli, Rachel thought.
If you cant find your other sneaker, why dont you wear your church shoes? Jacob suggested as he tromped down the stairs in new black boots Pap had bought him.
Rachel looked at her mother.
Jah, sure, Mom said with a nod. Hurry to your room and put them on. Be sure to fix your kapp, too, because its on crooked, she called as Rachel dashed up the stairs.
Always trouble somewhere, Rachel mumbled, straightening the small white covering perched on her head.