I didn’t know if Miss Yoder had a phone house or not, so I just decided to stop in or knock on her door to see if she’s there. She probably still lives with her parents since she’s not married.
I got the address out of my pocket and looked at it again. I think I’m at the right house. So I pull in and park the buggy.
I see someone walking around the barn, so I yell to them. “Hello, sir! Does Emma Yoder live here?”
“Yes, she is in the house. Just knock on the door.”
I walk to the door and knock. A lady with a Mennonite prayer cap on answers the door.
“Why, hello there.” She smiles.
“Hi, is Emma Yoder in there?”
“Here I am,” Someone says from inside the house. She comes to the front door. “Hello.” She smiles.
“Hi, Emma. I’m Penelope Sabastian from Indian West. On Friday I got a call about the schoolhouse and how you’ll be teaching upstairs. I wanted to meet you.”
“Oh, come on in!” She steps aside for me.
“Danki.” I use my Pennsylvania Dutch term for thank you to sound more proper.
“So… how long have you been teaching at Indian West?” She sits down on the couch with her mother and motions me to pull up a chair.
“This will be my third year. I started in the fall of 2010… I have loved it ever since. What about you?”
“This will be my second year.” She looks at my wedding ring. “You’re married?”
“Yes, I am. I know that’s highly unusual since I’m a schoolteacher. But I like my job so much I didn’t want to quit. Besides, I can still be with my family during the day, and I get summers off. I have a son, he is almost 7 months old. His name is Joseph Andrew Sabastian Jr., after his father.”
“Your husband is Joseph Sabastian?!” The mother and the daughter look at eachother with big eyes. “He is SO sweet and kind. He made Maam our dining table.” She points to her mother.
“Yes,” her mother says, “he did. He did a very good job at it, too. We all enjoy going into his store. He has very nice stuff.”
“Penelope,” Emma adds, “you are so lucky. He’s very handsome, too.”
I giggle and look at my ring. “Thank you.”
We become good friends and basically learn all about eachother. We had a good time. I learned that Emma is 19 and she also loves her job.
“So… what grades did you want to take? I enjoy them both a lot.” I say. I really don’t know what group I want more. Grades 1-4 or 5-8. I like them both a lot. Of course, we have a the 3 days a week kindergarten, but my aide Patty teaches that. I’m really good at the little kids, but I also like being with the older kids too and teaching them Buggy Driver’s Ed.
“Hmmm… I don’t know. Since you’re older than me, you might want to take the older kids, but the little kids are the ones who need the most supervision.”
“Yeah. Well, I guess you can take the younger kids. But yes, they will need more supervision.”
“Yeah… maybe you should take the younger kids since you have an aide and all. There is more younger ones than older ones.”
“True… Okay. I’ll do that. If you’re okay with that.”
“Alright. Good deal.”
I leave with a smile on my face. I am getting more and more excited for school every day!
P.S. Sam came home last night. She said the commercial went really well. It was for the Mennonite church. They wanted to advertise so more people would become Mennonite. Also, the twins were happy to see her. I knew they missed her when they were getting fussy.