So my wife Sandy, who is very outdoorsy and independent, just returned from a five-day trip camping, biking and kayaking by herself in Wisconsin. One day she was riding her bike down a trail, and there was a large number of unusually clothed riders also on the trail. The men wore homemade clothing with wide-brimmed hats, and the women wore long dresses and bonnets.
She knew there were Amish in the area, so she just assumed they were Amish. But when they arrived at the parking lot, they piled their bikes in a van and drove away.
So Sandy asks this girl at the concession stand whether she knew what religious group those riders were affiliated with. Her reply was “I think they’re Mormon.”
My wife, standing there in her shorts and tshirt (not to mention the multiple piercings in her ears), replied, “Uh, I don’t think so…I’m Mormon and we haven’t dressed that way for a hundred years. Could they be Mennonite?”
“Uh…oh, yeah, I think they’re Mennonite.”
(I got such a kick out of this story I thought I’d share it with my “Nacle friends.)