800 years ago in East Prussia, a tiny group of people had a revelation. Adult baptism was the one truth path! They split from their Mennonite brothers/sisters and formed a breakaway group known as the Dunkards. After having been escorted from East Prussia, Switzerland, and New York, our happy little clan ended up in Waterloo, the black walnuts having shown us the way. Even for us, the breeding pool was getting somewhat small and we decided once more to allow breeding with the formerly heathen Mennonites, enabling us to expand our choices to our 2nd and, in some cases, our 3rd cousins.
I married a Scottish/Cherokee woman. My children are thankful.