Anna helped Sadie work on her encouragement cards once the kitchen table was wiped clean and the dishes were put away. It gave them a chance to talk while Glen and the boys were down at the fishing hole.

At one point, Anna asked, “This may sound strange, but I keep wondering about something Mammi Eliza said when I was home last.”

“If it’s on your mind, Anna, I don’t think it’s strange a’tall.”

Anna thought that was sweet. “It’s hard to know if Mammi was thinking clearly, but she talked briefly about a stone wall—a spot she went to meet someone. It might have been a young man, ’cause she said he.”

“Well now.” Sadie looked up just then, eyes focused on her.

“I know there aren’t many stone walls in Lancaster County. Even one of my tour clients pointed out that New England has many more. He jokingly said that Maine’s number one crop is fieldstones. The second, potatoes.” She paused to push some batting gently behind the fabric of a robin-shaped design, then held it up for Sadie’s smiling approval. “I would love to know where that particular stone wall Mammi mentioned was located.”

“Why’s that important to you?”

She pondered this. “Maybe it’s a way to prove to myself that Mammi Eliza still remembers something from her past,” Anna finally said. “You know, still retains part of her former self.”

Sadie nodded thoughtfully. “I see what you’re sayin’.”

“And if it’s a genuine memory and I could find that stone wall, it would be yet another connection between her and myself,” Anna admitted, wanting to hold on to everything possible about her grandmother.

“Do you wonder if it’s a fantasy . . . somethin’ only in her mind?”

“I just don’t know.” Anna sighed.

Sadie shared with Anna what little her parents had told her the night before.

“I wish I could help more.” Sadie smiled sympathetically. “I really do.”

“Oh, and I almost forgot! Mammi also talked about there being a very tall tree nearby. I think she meant it was near the stone wall, but I can’t be sure. And I don’t know what kind it was. Even if I did, that tree likely wouldn’t be around seventy years later.”

“Well, there are plenty-a trees growin’ near some of the stone walls round here. Mostly black walnut trees.”

Anna sighed again. “I don’t mean to press you with questions.”

“Ach, you can ask anything ya like.”

Anna smiled. “Mart told me that, too. He’s been so helpful preparing me for my touring work.”

“This is the Mennonite fella who’s sweet on ya?” Sadie asked.

Anna felt herself blush. “Well, I wouldn’t say that.”

“Oh, I’m sure he knows a special girl when he sees one.”

Anna’s heart warmed at the compliment. “Mart is every parent’s answer to prayer, I’m thinkin’.”