Yes, this IS the best photo I could get to represent Kitchener-Waterloo
As I have mentioned before, I live on the outskirts of one of the largest Mennonite enclaves in Canada. I grew up there. I visit regularly as a lot of my family still lives there. And when I head to a Mennonite relief sale for the closest we get to a festival, it is the New Hamburg one that I attend as it serves this particular community.
Growing up, I never really thought there was anything curious about Kitchener-Waterloo. When I was little, KW was, of course, just home and, as home, it was as perfect as home could be. All towns, I thought, should be just like it – with brick houses, strip malls, and an equal number of doughnut shops and Mennonite Churches.
As I grew older, my attitude changed. I still loved the brick houses but the strip malls and doughnut shops started to lose their charm. It began to feel small and dull. I learned to love the feeling of leaving KW every bit as much as I had loved the coming home sensation years earlier.
But it is only recently that I have learned to see the oddities of my home town. Or at least a few of them. Those that, you know, jump to mind when you look at the world through a Mennonite perspective.
Mennodiversity
One of the peculiarities of Kitchener-Waterloo – and the area around it (what I think of as the GMA – the Greater Mennonite Area) that stretches south to Aylmer, north to Hanover and east to Markham – is the sheer number of different types of Mennonites in a relatively small amount of space.
Waterloo Region (broadly speaking) is not the only Mennonite enclave in North America. It isn’t the largest, and it isn’t the oldest. But, as far as I can tell, the greater KW area has the auspicious honour of having the most types of Mennonites per square km. Admittedly, it’s pretty hard to find solid statistics upon which I can base this assertion. Mennonite World Conference is sadly imprecise in its stats and the governmental census doesn’t seem to appreciate the importance of the fine distinctions between us.
As far as I can make out, however, our 30+ breeds of Mennonite in Southern Ontario is pretty exceptional. There are more Mennonites in Pennsylania, by a long shot. But they’re only divided into 19 different groups. Manitoba has fewer Mennonites but, being clustered together so tightly, they might have more Mennos per square foot of arable land. Yet, at last count, they only split themselves into 13 groups. Which suggests to me that they’re just not trying hard enough.
Ontario Mennonites: we’re the best at schismatizing.
The Pretense of Harmony
Mennonites from the GMA will often invite Non-Mennonites to the New Hamburg relief sale to show them just how the whole pantheon of Mennonites exists in perfect harmony with each other. Outsiders are naturally suspicious of this declaration and so we know that they need physical proof. That’s not the only reason we invite them, of course. We want them to spend their money on quilts and pies and to contribute to our annual quest to break the world record for the longest that people will wait in a line for doughnuts.
But. In addition to taking outsiders’ money and time, we also like to use the sale as a public declaration of our amazing ability to get along with people with whom we don’t really get along. “Look!” we say, gesturing to the Old Order, Old Colony and Conservative Mennonites watching the quilt sale with us. “We’re all just many voices singing one song.”
The uninitiated can be forgiven for failing to notice that despite walking the same fairground, few of us actually interact across confessional lines. Well, at least not more than is needed to buy each other’s food. Most of us know intuitively that warm and fuzzy Menno-festival feeling only comes if we don’t get too close.
There are, of course, exceptions – there are the interlopers who organize the sale, for instance. Mennos in KW have come together across party lines on several occasions. For missions work, mostly (though we disagree on whether evangelism should be part of that). And financial institutions. Sometimes even schools and camps.
See? We all get along. No problems here. Now, get back in the doughnut line.
Hidden in Plain Sight.
According to the Statistics Canada, about 2 percent of the Kitchener-Waterloo-Cambridge Census Metropolitan Area self identify as Mennonite. This might not seem like a lot but it should be noted that the numbers skew down since large swaths of the Menno population live in rural areas outside of the Census Metropolitan Area.
And 2% is nothing to sneeze at. According to the New York Times, the average American has 600 people in their broad social network. And that’s pretty conservative; others claim even higher numbers for the typical reach of acquaintanceships. And that means that most Kitcheneranians and Waterloonies ought to have at least a dozen Mennonites in their web of acquaintances. They literally see us every day.
So I think that they should know us by now. With that kind of exposure, I should be able to engage a random KitWaloo’ser in conversation about the distinctions between the Mennonite Brethren and the Mennonites formerly known as General Conference, safe in the knowledge that they’ll already know that neither have links to the Old Order. I get that they might not appreciate the distinctive provenance of summer sausage vs farmers’ sausage. That’s ok. Just the basics would be fine.
This is not the case.
I actually think that the englanders of Waterloo County might be a bit less Menno-educated than the englanders in other Menno enclaves. Winnipeg has about the same proportion of Mennonites but my non-random sample of the three non-Mennonites I have ever met from Winnipeg have all been surprisingly well informed on their local Mennonite population. They have it easier, of course, as there are fewer types of Mennonites there and they mostly share the same last names. But still.
In a way, Kitchener-Waterloo reminds me of the sci fi mystery novel The City and the City in which two populations occupy the same physical urban space but are resolutely oblivious to each other. I imagine that non-Mennonites have trained themselves to simply not see the Mennonite Thrift Store, Conrad Grebel College and other assertively Mennonite institutions. In return, there must be non-Mennonite institutions that we Mennonites have trained ourselves not to see. I just don’t know what they are, because, well, that’s how it works.
It’s not hard to speculate on the reasons for this peculiarity. On one level, the visible presence of “plain” Mennonites probably distracts from an awareness of the rest of us. It’s also possible that, just as the brain can only absorb so much information at a time, there are also limits to the number of Mennonite subsects that the human brain can comprehend. Unless it has been trained through years of Sunday School and inter-Mennonite youth activities. And so the KW mind just gives up.
But I also think that Kitchener’s unusual history has something to do with it. With our long memories, it’s reasonable that we would be reluctant to expose ourselves too openly to a people who are happy enough to romanticize our role as Conestoga-wagon-driving settlers but who will turn on German-speakers at the first whiff of war. And then change their mind just enough to hold an annual celebration of German culture that is distinctly not Mennonite.
But that’s ok. We already had our own festival. Yup. Two whole fucking years before Oktoberfest, we were already selling quilts and rhubarb pies just a few short miles down the cowpath in New Hamburg. You’re welcome to come. Be sure to notice how well we all get along. And don’t leave without buying a quilt. Or at least an apple fritter.
Here’s a cocktail to celebrate that festival (again) and the fine pie-makers of the Kitchener-Waterloo region. The pie booth at the New Hamburg relief sale is operated by the good folk at Stirling Ave. Mennonite Church. That’s right – the congregation made famous by the great hat-bonnet controversy of the 1920s. Go ahead and ask them about that while ordering your strawberry-rhubarb or bumbleberry pie. Nothing pleases a Mennonite quite like a stranger reminding them of their schismatic history.
The Pie Booth
1.5 oz tequila
.75 oz rhubarb syrup
.5 oz triple sec or other orange liqueur
.5 oz lime juice
We’re clearly referencing rhubarb pie in this cocktail. For all the reasons previously mentioned. And also, I have to work through a quart jar of rhubarb syrup that’s taking up space in my fridge. But the use of tequila is there to suggest that the old pie-making Pennsylvania-Dutch Mennos of Waterloo County actually get along very well and mix happily with the tequila-swilling ones from Mexico. Like you’ll see at the sale.
Mix all the ingredients in a cocktail shaker half-filled with ice. Shake. Pour into a glass and garnish with rhubarb and/or lime. Enjoy.
I think the New Hamburg relief sale is misnamed. when you want relief from a headache you take an aspirin. when you want relief from an upset stomach you take pepto. when you want relief from Mennonites going to a sale in New Hamburg isn’t going to help…..:)
We’re not very good at names.
To note the comparison to Pennsylvania, pulling from C. Nelson Hostetter’s survey of Anabaptist groups in 2010 (http://www.lmhs.org/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/pa-stats-2010-02-18.pdf). He gives Lancaster County as home to 29 groups, Pennsylvania at 51; however he lumps as one group independent congregations, and unaffiliated as another. If we parcel those out into the count, that would give Lancaster County 35. He also lists Lancaster as having 26 congregations in Independent Mennonite Conferences, which would further raise the number, but I cannot tell to what degree.
There is that saying around Lancaster, and maybe Kitchner too, “Good wood splits good.” Probably the most questionable mark of achievement.
Clearly GAMEO needs to revisit their statistics. I hope some new standards will bring in a measure of groups per capita and groups per square footage to resolve the burning question as to which of us are really the best schismatics.
I really don’t know where GAMEO is getting those numbers from, they really ought to site their sourcing.
Lancaster County is 984 miles^2, giving it 1 sect per 34 square miles using the conservative estimate, and 1 sect per 28 miles using the high number.
For Kitchner-Waterloo-Cambridge and the GMA, I am unsure what area to use. The tri -cities are 319 miles^2; the regional municipality of Waterloo is 528.55 miles^2. How closely do those political units overlap with the Mennonties?
Steve Nolt is in the Lancaster Mennontie Hsitorical Society Library this morning, so I brought it up with him.m He pointed out the great difficulty in counting groups, and even in defining group-ness. He gave two examples–the Old Order Amish of Lancaster are all in fellowship with each other, does that make them one group, even though the are organizationally discreet? And the Stauffer Mennonites are one group with three subdivisions, so how are they counted?
Don’t split hairs on schism with Joel. And we do know where Conestoga wagons came from.
Apparently, there is no limit to perfection. And no geographical boundary holds all of it. I’m sure there’s an algorithm that could predict it according to population, however.
The Pie Booth cocktail. I have a friend who needs to know about this. And maybe I have at last found a use for that bottle I brought back from Mexico three years ago.
Thanks for the round-up of KW. I could match that water tower with the new one in Harrisonburg. It says EMU in bold letters.
I noticed that the conservative Mennonites in the video didn’t seem to be singing “606.” I’m sure you have an explanation, and I’m sure your readers will enjoy it.
Shhhh – you weren’t supposed to notice that we weren’t all singing 🙂
I’m “that friend” and the Pie Booth looks great!