Submitted by Susan Musselman, North Carolina When I was very young, we lived in a farm community with many Mennonite families. We were not Mennonite, but my grandmother had come from a Mennonite family. I didn’t know what a blessing this was until I moved away and got culture shock. In that farm community, people truly looked out for their neighbors. One of my earliest memories was of someone running to our farm and saying that a neighbor’s barn was on fire. When I looked up, I could see the smoke in the distance and people running across fields from everywhere, ready to help. Another memory from that time was of farm auctions. Since many of the homes in our area were farms, it was a very big deal when someone sold their family farm. There would always be an auction and there would always be chicken corn noodle soup. …