On their death Mennonites typically publish a reminiscence of how sternly they were raised, called a Festschrift. This gets promptly ignored — it’s much too little too late — and the show goes on.
Consider this blog my Festschrift — the kids already ignore it. Other people write more entertainingly — to find out what growing up the Bach was like a reader can't do much better than the novels of Andrew Unger or Miriam Toews.
"I never felt so ALIVE!"
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