How One Photograph Unraveled the Disappearance of an Entire Amish Family

neighbor, was accustomed to hearing the sounds of the Miller children playing in the yard, the clatter of Jacob Miller’s carpentry tools in his workshop, the rhythmic chop of wood being split. That morning, riding past the farm on his way to town, Yoder heard nothing.

“The silence struck me as wrong,” Yoder recalls now, thirty-three years later. “On continue reading …