Mirkat: Before he got all Amish Mafia

Esther and Imir...before he got crazy with his fists.

Esther and Imir…before he got crazy with his fists.

Esther Schmucker may or may not be with her rapper man Mirkat. Mirkat is his stage name, his birth name is Imir R. Williams and he is originally from Lancaster. Before he made the break into rapping he was working as an expediter and server at Red Robin in Lancaster, but not for long, only about 3 months. I guess food service wasn’t his bag.

Red Robin...Yum

Red Robin…Yum

Esther would hang out, waiting for him to get off his shift, wearing her English clothes. Some people have said her clothes were more along the lines of stripper clothes, but I’m just reporting what I was told. That was back in the day though, before she got too big for her britches and Mirkat got a big head and decided to give Esther a beat down around Halloween. Things haven’t been so good since, at least not legally. 

Woman beater

Woman beater

Esther had to have some reconstructive surgery thanks to Mirkat taking a break from expediting food orders and rapping, and taking up woman beating. Everyone keeps asking why Esther looks different and by now I’m hoping it’s all become crystal clear. He seriously messed up her face and now she looks different…thinner in the face, capped teeth, you know, reconstructed.

Here's why

Here’s why

Now I’m not sure what’s going on with Mirkat and Esther. The program wants us to think that Levi (who has an English girlfriend) is there for Esther and is actually thinking they will get married in the future. I read on Esther’s Facebook page that she’s letting her hair down before she gets baptized and, I suppose, get’s real about being Amish. The local police report that Esther and Mirkat are living together and they’ve been called to the house several times since for domestic issues. Who really knows?! Esther says not to believe what the media says…I guess that means we should believe her.  Haaahahahaha! Now that IS funny. I also find it all hilarious that they’ve all blocked me on Facebook, even Levi. (Unless that’s Levi’s girlfriend who is administrator of his fan page. Boy, she would be surprised to know the things I know about Levi….he loves taking selfies!!!)

Anyway, I’m looking forward to the third episode in this season. I don’t care if they all hate me for writing about them or their girlfriends/boyfriends. They’re all fair game once they put themselves on television. If you can’t take the heat, get off the Discovery Channel.

New Amish Mafia in 7 minutes!!

~P.

Can’t Get Enough? More Amish Mafia

http://girlboxer1970.com/2013/01/30/amish-mafia-heres-the-truth/

http://girlboxer1970.com/2013/05/10/the-amish-mafia-conspiracy-21st-century-reality-tv/

http://girlboxer1970.com/2013/02/13/amish-mafia-levi-called/

http://girlboxer1970.com/2013/01/21/amish-mafia-story/

http://girlboxer1970.com/2013/08/30/amish-mafia-esther-schmucker-opened-multiple-abuse-cases-against-boyfriend-this-summer/

http://girlboxer1970.com/2013/02/17/levi-loses-control-amishmafia/

http://girlboxer1970.com/2013/03/07/freeman-is-the-man/

http://girlboxer1970.com/2013/02/08/esther-keeps-the-kitchen-hot/

http://girlboxer1970.com/2013/08/13/amishmafiamoreofthecircusmobtonight/

Amish Mafia’s Esther and Mirkat living in anything but harmony

After vicious beating, Amish Mafia’s Esther and boyfriend living together; police called twice – LancasterOnline: Local News.

I don’t believe in blaming the victim but I already said once that this man isn’t going to change. I’ve been in this situation and know, no matter how many times they say they are sorry, they won’t do it, or say it, or scream it again, they will.

Esther you are blocking the wrong person, unless you only block me because you don’t want to read or hear the truth.

1. Amish Mafia is fake.

2. Mirkat is abusive.

Why would you go back with a man who beat the shit out of your face? Why would you set that kind of an example to your children?

Get away from him before you’re dead. That’s the advice I was given when I was in a bad relationship, and I TOOK it.

~P.

Chat Time with Esther Schmucker, or not

Today I was very excited to get to ask Esther why she blocks me on Twitter and Facebook.  Not just her mind you, she also orders her brothers, John and Freeman, to block my accounts. Sheesh, she does think she’s the boss!

The Discovery Channel had a chat session on the Amish Mafia Facebook page today at noon. I scrolled through, reading the burning viewer questions and finally typed in my personal burning question.

Here is a screen shot from the LIVE CHAT with ESTHER SCHMUCKER

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Maybe I just have the worst timing ever, but the chat suddenly came to an abrupt halt. No sweet good byes, no tune in tonight to see the show, no I love you fans….she just stopped chatting, instantly.

Where’s the love Esther? And why you have to boss your brothers around? John and Freeman didn’t care if I believed there is an Amish Mafia or not. Hell, Discovery Channel doesn’t even care what I think.

I’m not affiliated with a mob of any type, but I am a huge Levi fan!

~P.

You like me? Can’t get enough Amish Mafia drama?

Click these links to read the results of my deeper delve into the Amish Mafia or click the tag cloud labeled Amish Mafia! Thanks for stopping by to read about my guilty pleasure!

http://girlboxer1970.com/2013/01/30/amish-mafia-heres-the-truth/

http://girlboxer1970.com/2013/05/10/the-amish-mafia-conspiracy-21st-century-reality-tv/

http://girlboxer1970.com/2013/02/13/amish-mafia-levi-called/

http://girlboxer1970.com/2013/01/21/amish-mafia-story/

http://girlboxer1970.com/2013/02/17/levi-loses-control-amishmafia/

http://girlboxer1970.com/2013/03/07/freeman-is-the-man/

http://girlboxer1970.com/2013/02/08/esther-keeps-the-kitchen-hot/

http://girlboxer1970.com/2013/08/30/amish-mafia-esther-schmucker-opened-multiple-abuse-cases-against-boyfriend-this-summer/

Morality: What’s God Have to do with it?

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God is NOT necessary for a moral standard

People in general tend to look to God for all the answers but in this day and age I firmly believe we need to look at our own families and friends to help instill morals. There is no scientific proof that morals are an inborn trait so that indicates morality must be taught to a child. God will have no hand in making someone moral or immoral; the only hand God has in all this morality is the judgment of the behavior of humans based on their actions.

In our textbook, Ganssle addresses two statements as facts: (87)

  1. Some geckos eat crickets.
  2. It is wrong to torture a cat to death just for fun.

He states in his opinion that both statements are true facts because the statements are moral facts, based on normativity or in simple words, what we ought to do (or not do)(89). Ganssle states the theory of individual relativism in which each human perceives what is moral or immoral individually (90) and this can vary between people. What is “wrong” in some people’s eyes may not be “wrong” to another person.  This is all based on individualism and not on God or how God created us. It is our culture and how we are raised, our cultural relativism, which instills our level of morals (93).

If God does not instill morals within humans at birth, where do humans learn moral conduct? Another source that seems likely would be through the educational system. God has been removed from the school grounds by the court system, placing the responsibility of teaching morality on the teachers. Charles Colson states in his article “Can We Be Good Without God?” “In education, the same kind of court-enforced secularism has been so successful that teachers may hand out condoms in school, but they are forbidden to display a copy of the Ten Commandments…students may indulge in any kind of activity in school, but they are forbidden to pray (464).” God has been removed from the educational system so the morality standards instilled in children are not religiously based. Colson quotes German professor of logic, Immanuel Kant, as stating that God is irrelevant, that he may exist but he is separate from the rest of life and that students are in fact “taught to have an inner capacity to do good rationally” (464), not basing their actions on God or the repercussions of breaking God’s commandments.

So what does this mean for humanity? Jack Miles offers this possibility in his book Does God Love? “Yes, the innocent do suffer and the wicked prosper. The world is immoral—in effect, ruled by a fiend (247).” Miles may be suggesting that God himself is the fiend, or that it is the devil that reared his ugly head, causing the world to be immoral. If that is the case then again, God cannot be necessary for morals if he or his polar opposite is actually the cause. In reality it does seem as those who are immoral do prosper over those who seek the higher road, showing pity and empathy towards humanity but keep in mind there are people who commit horrific crimes against others and still recognize their acts as immoral. It is the people in one’s life that instills what is right and what is wrong, not a god or the God, that people hold in their faith as a savior and judge of all humanity.

 

 

Works Cited

Colson, Charles W. “Can We Be Good Without God?”. Imprints. Feb. 16 1993. 463-466. Web. Accessed   Feb. 24 2014.

Ganssle, Gregory E. Thinking about God. Illinois: InterVarsity Press. 2004. Print.

Miles, Jack. God: A Biography. New York: Random House Publishing. 1995. Print.

 

 

 

Surprise Email Makes My Morning

Last Sunday my first ever column for the York Daily Record was published. It was one that was near and dear to my heart after spending so much time with the children living at a Christian run orphanage in India.  The link below is the article the newspaper printed.

Large’s leap of faith helps Indian orphans (column) – The York Daily Record.

Today I received this email which brought great joy to my heart. Many of you know I had an impromptu fundraiser on Facebook and through this blog while in India to raise money for kitchen supplies and to fix the boiler for the soy milk machine at the children’s home. Over $300 was raised while I was there purchasing kitchen supplies and as a special treat for the children, a cricket bat each for the boys and girls homes. Unfortunately the soy milk machine is still in need of a new boiler. This new boiler (a cost of about $1,500) is growing closer to reality by families like this. God bless them for their generosity. This email has further cemented my belief that this trip to India was intended by God for me to use my writing and public speaking abilities to help continue the work taking place in God’s name at HOINA, saving thousands of India children.

Dear Pattie,

Thank you!  Your witness for our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ in the Indian orphanage story was like a breath of fresh air.  I’m guessing there are/will be plenty of people who belittle you for your faith, but I applaud you and thank you for not being ashamed of being loyal to Jesus Christ.

I pray for and support many Christian ministries and have developed a set of personal criteria for deciding to whom I will send donations.  The primary criteria is that the organization truly is Christ centered.  Your article made that clear and direct.  I am thankful for that.  After reviewing the HOINA’s website and watching the video, I will be making a donation to this wonderful ministry!

As treasurer, I receive a small salary which I donate to various mission organizations.  It is my pleasure to donate my $425 February salary to HOINA.

Pattie, who knows how God will use your faithful testimony for Him.  The one thing I am sure of is that He will 🙂  And how my heart rejoices that a class from York College lived on the HOINA campus.  I thank God for Professor Fyfe leadership to HOINA!

A Fellow Christian

God Bless this family for their generosity and support in my personal mission God has placed before me. If your church or organization would be interested in having me visit to speak about the amazing work Christianity is creating in India, please contact me at pcrider@ycp.edu. If you would like to make a donation directly to HOINA please visit their website at http://www.hoina.org.

Praise God for he does amazing things!

Pattie

The Conifer~Blue Spruce

Pattie Crider
BIO 120
Conifer Paper
February 2, 2014

Not the tree from my parents yard...but a fine specimen of Blue Spruce.

Not the tree from my parents yard…but a fine specimen of Blue Spruce.

The Blue Spruce

The blue spruce is my favorite conifer because growing up my father had planted one just outside our home. From the time I was three years old until I was eighteen, I watched that blue spruce grow just as I was growing. The blue spruce out-grew me in no time. I was particularly drawn to this conifer because it had such a pretty shade of blue to its needles rather than the traditional green needles on all the other conifers in our yard. My father planted many species of conifers but none were as beautiful to me as the blue spruce. When my brother and I were young, we would crawl under the branches of the blue spruce during games of hide-n-go-seek collecting needle sap and spreading it among our friends during the game, much to the dislike of our mothers. Washing the pine tar off our skin was difficult, but getting it out of our clothing was even worse.

The blue spruce is in the Picea genus and the pungens species and also referred to as the Colorado spruce. This conifer is an ornamental tree and often used as a Christmas tree. The blue color comes from the waxes deposited on the surface of the needles. The Native American’s and early settlers used the blue spruce in many ways. The resin was made into chewing gum and the needles into a non-alcoholic beer. Medicines were made from the bark and resin. The roots of the trees were used as cords and the Indians would tied up their canoes.  It is not a fast growing conifer, but is hardy in the correct elements for it to flourish such as northern latitudes or high elevations where it is cool and humid and receives rain during the summer months. This tree’s natural range is in the Southern Rocky Mountains area, but has since been spread widely across the United States. The beauty of this tree caused people to transplant it in the eastern United States in the late 19th Century where it grows well with Douglas firs, poplar, maple and oak trees, just to name a few.

This specie of tree is not generally harvested for wood but when it is, it can be used in making expensive musical instruments and furniture. It grows to a height between 30 and 75 feet tall and can be as wide as 5 to 10 feet across the base. The massive size of this tree makes it valuable in pulp production for paper and in the past it was used to make World War II airplanes. The needles are less than 2 inches long and sharp. I recall my brother and I stopped hiding under the blue spruce in our yard after my father stop trimming the bottom limbs, less jaggy places to hide were sought. We did collect the cones that grew to about 4 inches off the tree and made yearly Christmas wreaths in December. Many species of animals such as squirrels, crossbills and nuthatches eat the cones of the blue spruce and countless type of birds, from sparrows to mourning doves, roost and nest on the spruce’s limbs, and deer will nibble on the bark.

gall-forming "pineapples"

gall-forming “pineapples”

The blue spruce is not considered an invasive species of conifer. It does fall victim to a fair share of pests. It is commonly attacked by gall-forming insects that form pineapple shaped masses at the tips of the branches. These insects won’t kill the spruce unless they it is heavily affected. Another pest is the budworm larvae that feed on the new buds and needles of the spruce. These larvae are very small yellow caterpillars that are difficult to see with the naked eye. I don’t recall ever seeing any caterpillars on our blue spruce but I do recall seeing the pineapple shapes at the end of the branches. I didn’t know what they were but I assumed they were some sort of bug. Other bugs that infest spruce trees are needle miners, aphids and mites. There are a few diseases that can have a negative effect on the growth of a blue spruce. The Cytrospora canker begins its attack on the lower branches and slowly works its way up to the higher branches causing the needles to turn brown and drop off. This disease sounds horrible and I’m glad it never infected our beautiful tree. To rid a spruce of this disease the infected branches must be cut off before it can spread to the top and kill the entire tree.

In my personal opinion, the blue spruce is the prettiest conifer, looks gorgeous when decorated with Christmas lights, and provides generous shade in the summer time. My father made a good choice when he chose to plant a blue spruce forty years ago beside our home as it blocked the wind, the rain and the sun year round.

 

Works Cited

 

Fechner, Gilbert H. “Picea pungens Engelm.” Na.fs.fed.us/pubs/silvic_manual/volume_1. Web. Accessed 13 Feb. 2014

Gilman, Edward F.; Watson, Dennis G. (2011-05-01). “Picea pungens: Colorado     Spruce”. EDIS.  IFAS Extension Service: University of Florida. May 2011. Web.    Accessed 31 Jan. 2014.

Hanover, James W. Genetics of Blue Spruce. U.S. Department of Agriculture. University   of Michigan. 1975. Print.

 

 

Borra caves…a risk worth taking – YCP Hoina 2013

Click this link Borra caves…a risk worth taking – YCP Hoina 2013. and read about a monkey guarded cave in India!

~P.

Something Special about HOINA

Journal Prompt 5: Write about something special that inspired you while at HOINA

HOINA has been an experience unlike any other I have ever had in my 43 years of life. After arriving I learned I was the oldest student to take Professor Fyfe’s service learning course. During our time here I enjoyed telling the children and staff than I was not faculty from York College, but a student myself. Anand, the manager of HOINA, came and spoke to privately and encouraged me to make sure the children and staff knew I was a student myself. He said they would be inspired that I went back to school as an adult. I got a laugh out of everyone’s faces when I told them my age and that I am a senior in college, graduating in the spring. They really found it funny when I told them I am older than my professor, David Anna. (Anna is uncle)

Brother Ananda and all the sisters

Brother Anand and all the sisters

One particular HOINA student sticks out in my mind. His name is Richard and he and I became good friends. My major in college is Professional Writing or in India, Journalism. My minors are Religious Studies and Photography. Richard has a serious interest in photography also and I was happy to allow him use of my camera. During crafts I was so busy assisting the children that I was grateful to Richard for photographing craft time.

Sister Kari and I during craft time

Sister Kari and I during craft time

Sarayna helping with crafts

Sarayna helping with crafts

Me working the pliers during craft time.

Me working the pliers during craft time.

 

Richard, the best English speaking student at HOINA, translates and takes photos.

Richard, the best English speaking student at HOINA, translates and takes photos.

 

I understand that in India it would be difficult for someone who has passed the age of what is considered to be a student to return to study later in life. I feel blessed that I have had the opportunity to do so and began a new career. If I have learned nothing else in life, I have learned you are never too old to take in new information and grow from it. This experience at HOINA had done that in my life. The children and Christian values being taught to them have inspired me. While here I did an impromptu fundraiser by posting to my writing website Girlboxer1970.com and my Facebook page, requesting donations for kitchen supplies. The response was overwhelming with so little planning or promotion.

Lots of kitchen supplies for the hard working staff.

Lots of kitchen supplies for the hard working staff.

 

The readers I have back in the United States donated over $300 American dollars to HOINA.  I found this amazing as many of the people who responded I didn’t know on a personal level, yet they were inspired by my writing and pictures while in India and spending time at HOINA. During my stay I also learned the boy’s cricket bat had broken and they were playing with just one bat rather than the usual two. I also learned the soy milk machine that made the children their daily serving of calcium was broken, the boiler no longer building pressure to sterilize the contents making it safe to drink. The American funds generously donated bought knives, vegetable peelers, a sharpening stone, and a small pressure cooker, cutting boards, kitchen shearers, forks, and spoons and serving spoons. They also covered the purchase of a cricket bat for the boys and to the girl’s surprise, one for them also! Both the boys and girls also received two cricket balls and they were overjoyed.

A cricket bat and balls for each home!

The cricket bats and balls for each home!

The broken boiler for the "soy cow"

The broken boiler for the “soy cow”

After several chats with Papa Large, I have learned the old boiler was not repairable and the debate is to replace the broken one or purchase an electric, stainless steel boiler. Either way, only $70 of the money raised has been used so the remaining funds will be used towards the boiler for the “soy cow.” Helping raise the money for these simple items, ones we take for granted in America, or consider an item for passing the time outdoors for fun, are ones that make life at HOINA better and healthier. I feel moved to continue writing about HOINA and raising funds for items needed at the home. Where there is a need, God will provide, and six months ago, I signed up for this course not knowing there would be a long term purpose from traveling here. That purpose has been realized and I feel God has moved me to continue spreading the word about HOINA and helping them with receiving the funds needed to continue the amazing work for orphans and teaching the word of our Lord.

Praise God, for he is Good!

~P.

What is Service Learning in India

Journal Prompt: What is Service Learning in India?

I’ve come to realize there is no specific definition for service learning in India. This course has taught me that in another country one must be prepared for anything. While at HOINA, we have been asked to do a number of tasks. These range from fun activities such as playing board games or on the playground with the children, to studying with them, crafts, correcting their behavior, and setting an example for them. While not required, it is strongly encouraged to attend prayer time and church. We also have been asked to help chop vegetables in the kitchen, sand and paint the playground equipment and fence around the property and white wash a school in the local village. There is rarely a dull moment around here.

This is all a labor of love, just like the work that is performed at the U.S. HOINA office. Actually, if you look at this as having paid tuition to take this trip, we are paying to do work. Fyfe made a point that the work we do could easily be done by hiring a laborer for less than $5 a day. We all would have saved $3,595 had we just each pitched in $5, but that’s not what this course is about. We came here to learn from the service we provide and to touch the lives of children we never would have met otherwise. These children and this organization have really touched my life. While I sit here and write, the little girl I sponsor, Gaya, is sitting a stone’s throw away, happy to just be nearby while I do my homework. She is making a “gimp chain” for her book bag. It’s plastic string woven together into a key chain or a pull for a zipper, something the girl’s from York College taught them how to do; such a simple activity that keeps the children busy and entertained for essentially pennies. Forever we have made an imprint on the children at HOINA and in return, they have done the same for us. That is service learning.

Geetha and her gimp cord

Geetha and her gimp cord

I wouldn’t trade this experience for anything,

~P.

I was on top of the world, and then I tripped

This morning I was up at 5 AM to have a little time on the computer before going for a hike and climbing up a mountain in India. Not something I get to say everyday. The boys were late meeting with the York College students and we didn’t actually start our walk until nearly 6:30 AM. Time is relative in India, we have come to learn, and just because someone says they will meet you at a certain time, don’t expect them to keep their word. Finally, we were off.

It was still a little dark out and drizzling slightly.

It was still a little dark out and drizzling slightly.

The boys said the walk was 2 kilometers in distance or 1.25 miles so I wasn’t worried. (They changed their story after the walk and said it was more like 6 km or 3 and a half miles, give or take. They didn’t want to scare us off I guess.) The walk to the mountain was interesting. As we passed through the village people stared like we were the local sideshow…oh yeah, we are the sideshow this month. It’s not everyday the HOINA boys walk through the village with ten females. Everyone was friendly though, waving as we passed through. It seems to be rare to encounter someone who isn’t friendly in India to be honest.

We reached the area where construction is taking place. There were piles and piles of stones where there will be schools and condominiums built. Some of the boys decided to run across the piles of stones. I walked around them as they weren’t very stable and I still had the mountain to conquer. The boys got a kick out of sinking into the stones and sliding down the sides. The billboards proudly proclaimed some major construction coming in the future. I know India is hurting for living space but it seemed a bit sad to see the trees coming off the mountainside.

sprinting across the stones

sprinting across the stones

The future of the mountain

The future of the mountain

So we took the sometimes really skinny trail toward the top of the mountain. It was only cleared about 3/4th of the way up. The “road” and I use that term lightly, came to an abrupt end where the bulldozer sat waiting for someone to fire it up and resume clearing the mountainside. The drill holes where the dynamite was dropped in was obvious. The thought of dynamite in this country scares me…

The view was amazing but a bit hazy. I think it a combination of humidity and smog. It might have just been the weather also because it was raining but hot, unlike home which is raining and really cold. Freezing cold and that’s not happening in India, not even in the freezer.

Top of the world...ok, just the side of the mountain, but close enough.

Top of the world…ok, just the side of the mountain, but close enough.

Our mountain guides

Our mountain guides

So on our way back down I couldn’t help but notice the rock wall that beckoned me to climb it. A couple of my classmates walked up to it but just didn’t have the guts to go for it. I said, “I think I can climb that.” My new brothers were adamant with, “No, sister, too dangerous.” They don’t realize I enjoy a smidgen of danger and sometimes a spattering! So I handed over my camera and bag and went for it, and it was easy to scale. I just didn’t stop or think about it, only focused on moving forward and up and in no time, I was at the top, pulling myself over the ledge. No problem, my brothers! After they saw the “mom” of the group could do it without a hitch, they all followed like sheep.  Baaaaa!

Sheep Leader

Sheep Leader

My sheep

My sheep

After the climactic climb, we made our way back down the mountain. The view was just amazing as the fog/smog burned off. At one point I yelled down the mountain to Caitlin…amazing how the voice can carry. The villagers probably heard my shout out to my sister from another mother. We saw some vintage farm equipment on the way back. I guess it’s vintage, but around here, you never know. It was decorated for Christmas either way. 😉

Taking the easier way back down

Taking the easier way back down

This roller wishes you a Merry Christmas

This roller wishes you a Merry Christmas

We were nearly back to the village and actually walking on paved road. Yes, there are some smoothly paved roads out in the middle of no where. It was pretty amazing considering we have spent so much time on dirt roads, bouncing around like beans inside maracas, and the next thing I know gravity has taken over as my left ankle took a bad turn. I can’t get over that I can play cricket with teenagers and climb a rock wall, but I can’t walk down a paved road with out nearly breaking my ankle. I didn’t actually trip (just sounded good in the title) nor did I fall to the ground, but I did manage a nice sprain. I took it easy the rest of the day and with some pain killers (no prescription needed in India!) I’m feeling pretty good today, maybe not on top of the world, but much better than last night!

The sprain was a drain

The sprain was a drain

Loving India but can’t wait to come back home!

~P.