Today we have a winner and excerpt of Saloma Miller Furlong’s memoir, Why I Left the Amish. Thanks to all who participated and a special thanks to Saloma for taking the time to respond to everyone’s comments. There were some very interesting discussions. If you missed the original interview you can read it here: Saloma Miller Furlong interview.
I’ve added in the extra Facebook share entries, and used random.org to generate the winning entry (if you left more than one comment, that is perfectly fine, but for contest purposes we just count the first one). The winner:
#35 Christine Slaughter
Congrats, Christine. Please send a physical address where you’d like your book sent to email@example.com, and Saloma will get that out to you.
We’ve also got a short excerpt from the book:
Why I Left the Amish – excerpt
I couldn’t sleep all night. I tried not to toss and turn or wake Sarah, who was sleeping in the same bed. I kept thinking about the little suitcase only a few feet away, behind the closet door. I played the scene in my mind over and over. I’d wait in my room, in my gray dress, coat, white scarf, and boots until Mr. Pell drove into the lane. Mem would certainly announce when he came. Then by the sound of her voice, I would know whether she was in the living room or the kitchen. If she was in the living room, I would go quickly through the kitchen and out the door before she discovered I had a suitcase in my hand. If she was in the kitchen, I would tell her I was babysitting overnight at the place where I worked. This would also give me the extra day I needed to get out of town before anyone found out that I was gone.
I got up earlier than usual, but not so early that anyone would suspect. The yellow car drove in. Mem announced it from the kitchen. I went quickly down the stairs and came face to face with her. She was sweeping around the table, but she stopped and looked pointedly at the suitcase in my hand.
“I’m babysitting tonight at the place where I work.”
Mem looked at me hard, then at the suitcase, and realized she had no choice in this one. “Well, just don’t let it happen too often.”
“I won’t,” I said. I went quickly down the steps and out the door before she could call me back.
As Mr. Pell drove out the driveway past the kitchen window, I saw Mem looking out at me. Without thinking about it, my hand went up and I gave her a wave. I wondered if I would ever see her again. I knew it would be really hard for her when she found out that I had left. I also knew that if I started feeling sorry for Mem, I would not be able to leave. The car kept going. I was not running away blindly, I told myself. I had made plans and had money. I would be all right.
You can purchase Why I Left the Amish from a variety of sources, including Amazon and Saloma’s site.