J ~ Jobs

Growing up Amish, and a girl, my choice of a job or career was extremely limited. Especially in the community we lived in.

I essentially had five options.

1. Get married and be a wife and mother.
2. Become a teacher at one of the Amish schools.
3. Work as a hired girl for mothers the first six weeks after a baby arrives.
4. Do quilting.
5. Have a bakery.

I used to dream of being a teacher, salary was horrible at only $11.10 per day, but that was still better than option three and being paid only $5.00 a day for being over worked often catching up on all sorts of jobs the mother didn't enjoy on top of caring for all the housework and often a lot of little children. That option did not appeal to me at all.

I hated quilting, so that was out.

I enjoyed baking, but not all the time. I knew there was no way I wanted to have a bakery.

As it turned out I fell head over heels in love and option one was the only thing I cared about.