Who shines the light?

Growing up, I understood what it meant to be a Mennonite woman from the generations of Mennonite women I come from. Being a Mennonite woman was the simplicity of my grandmother’s family recipes such as “stewed crackers,”surprisingly delicious soggy saltine crackers with browned butter. It meant gathering with my mother, grandmother, sister, cousins and aunts to freeze corn and can peaches, pears and applesauce (Note also that many of the male family members also helped out on these occasions, something that I’m not so sure happened in previous generations). Being a Mennonite woman meant listening to the stories my paternal grandmother told, always pointing out the many connections between families and friends. It meant hearing stories of my maternal grandmother, so concerned about making sure guests felt welcomed into her home she often let the cooking corn burn. Continue reading