Emulating the Amish
After several turbulent gusts of late afternoon wind, our electricity blinked out at our beach cabin for fourteen hours, so as you can imagine, this really wasn’t ideal. Of course, you always hear about people who have had to cope without electricity for days at a time, but I never imagined that it would happen to us. A couple of months ago, we passed over the opportunity to have an electrical generator fitted, and I immediately regretted it. If only we had listened to our friends when they told us about this professional and experienced generator installation company, we wouldn’t be in this situation. Whilst I think we will contact them when this has blown over, we just had to try and make do with the appliances that we can use. It was hard to think straight, especially since it happened moments after my husband had emptied a can of chili into a pan and turned on the stovetop. Soon an icy shroud descended on our outdated orange-carpeted cabin. Now what? The Amish came to mind!
My husband fed and stoked our airtight fireplace, producing some heat, (no fan) and I dove into layers of winter clothing, extra socks, and fleece-lined slippers. As the wind blustered, we’d snuggle up tonight, but I realized we owned only a few wool blankets and one thin quilt, made by my 95-year-old aunt for decoration more than warmth.
“I can’t believe we’re not better prepared,” I said, incredulous, since we’ve owned our cabin for twenty-five years. We fished through kitchen drawers hunting for candles and flashlights, extra batteries, and canned goods, but our well’s electric pump offered only meager drops of water and our non-functioning refrigerator turned into a cooling box. We’ve intentionally never kept a TV on the island. But no internet access? Eek!
As the sun dipped behind the towering fir trees, the wind whipping their limbs, the temperature plummeted to just above freezing. Reading by candlelight makes a soul sleepy so we turned in early. We speculated about the following morning. Rising in a frigid house sounded miserable. Our usual coffee would be non-existent: No hot water nor the means to grind our coffee beans. We were very upset, to say the least. Because we love coffee so much, we are signed up for a coffee subscription, similar to Iron and Fire and now, because of the electricity problems, we couldn’t even make a pot of our favorite coffee blend. The mornings have now gone from bad to worse. Fortunately, our neighbors own a generator, but we hated to bother them first thing in the morning … yet it was a long drive to the nearest Starbucks. And our small road might be blocked by a downed tree and electrical wires. Usually, by 11, we politely ask them to make us a little coffee so at least we have something to enjoy in the morning.
In the shadows, we speculated about the next day. We had an outdoor gas BBQ grill and plenty of food to use up in a hurry before it went bad. But we’d be shivering. And no water.
Images of the self-sufficient Amish sitting around the kitchen table enjoying a sumptuous meal filled my mind. Life as usual, I thought. Their households would be purring along beautifully, using fireplaces, space heaters, and flashlights and lanterns and kitchen appliances generated by batteries, natural gas, and diesel generators. The local church district’s Ordnung dictates what type of lighting and heating is acceptable.
They store their cold food in gas-powered refrigerators or in some cases, old-fashioned iceboxes, and use machinery run with hydraulic (oil) and pneumatic (air) forms of “Amish electricity.” If low on fresh fruits and vegetables, down to the cellar. They choose not to use dishwashers; ours was useless, anyway. For more info, check out books by my favorite non-fiction authors, Professor Donald B Krabill and Stephen M Scott.
The next morning at 6:30, presto, the electric power popped back on and our minor ordeal was over. Okay, I admit we focused on the coffee maker, but agreed we’d enjoyed our adventure, while we turned up the electric furnace higher than needed. I’m just glad that it was working when we really needed it, as I think I would’ve broken down in tears if this needed repairing too. It would’ve been just our luck. Even if it did, my friend had pointed me in the direction of a heating and furnace company called Nance services, (nanceservices.net/bartlett-furnace-services/) in case we ran into trouble with it. She only told me about it last week because she has had trouble with hers and she said they were very professional and got the job done really quickly. So they definitely come recommended. With that being said, it was working, and so we made the most out of it by turning it up extra high.
Lessons learned? Keep bottled water on hand. Look into buying a gas-run generator; our well is too deep for a hand pump. Stock the house with more food and lanterns bright enough to read by. Emulate the Amish!