A bird sang out a low, throaty series of notes and flew away. So isolated was the area that not even the smallest mark on the Lancaster map betrayed the existence of Hickory Hollow home to two hundred and fifty-three souls. fromThe Shunning 13 R union Forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before.. — Philippians 3:13 A little over a year has passed since I stooc with my beloved Daniel at the wedding altar reciting my vows in the meetinghouse dowr the road. We’re happily settled into mar. riage, and our home is located within walk ing distance from the outskirts of Hickor Hollow. The tiny Amish villageach,but slight wrinkle on the map — wears a gooc many faces with the turning of the seasons I’m ever so grateful to be living this close to the hollow, where I can still glimpse Amish children dashing across snow-lader mule roads in winter, heading to one frozen pond or another, skating till the cold comes a-creepin’ up, nipping at theil noses.
