mennonite in a little black dress is one of the best and most interesting books I've read in a long time. The description of the book says:
I'm amazed that her family and community are okay with what she's written because she's very honest about her descriptions and her relationships now and while she was growing up. This description gets across the humorous part of the book, but doesn't necessarily give the feeling of the book as a whole. This is more difficult to do because the book ranges all over the place, from heartbreak
at the breakup of her marriage and her accident, humor in the stories
she tells about growing up in the Mennonite Church, conflict as her
adult lifestyle encounters her family's faith community, interesting
thoughts about faith, and a certain sort of peace as she brings it all
together at the end.
She tells so many stories in here. One of my favorites is a story that her father, a Mennonite minister, tells:
He described two World War II buddies who had become great friends. When one of them was killed in combat, the other risked life and limb to bring his friend's body to a Catholic priest in a French village. But before the friend could be buried in the little churchyard, the priest had to ask him an important question. Was the deceased a Catholic? The soldier shook his head - "No, that is, I'm not sure. I don't think he was a religious man." The soldier had to leave but vowed one day he'd return to pay respects to his friend's grave.
"But my friend wasn't Catholic! I though he had to be buried outside the fence!" exclaimed the ex-soldier.
"Yes," said the priest. "But I scoured the books of church law. I couldn't find anything that said we couldn't move the fence." (pp. 169 - 170)