Here's my Amish experience. I lived in Iowa City for many years, and around 1977 or so became very good friends with an Amish family who lived on a farm near Kalona, a big Amish and Mennonite community. I met them through an Iowa City friend who hired the Amish mom as a housekeeper. Veeeerrrrrrryyyy interesting experience, to say the least. In a nutshell:

I learned how to make homemade grape nuts cereal from them.

They gave us piles of black raspberry bushes, and I transplanted
them to my own farmhouse yard.

The little boy had a goat cart that was a gas to ride.

They moved all the furniture out of their living room and filled
it with benches once a month for their mobile church service.

They only used horse and buggy for traveling, except if their
Mennonite neighbors were going to the same place, in which
case they also road along in the Mennonite's car.

They also didn't hesitate to use the Mennonite neighbor's phone.

They had a gas powered tractor, but it had steel wheels (they
couldn't have rubber tires).

They had no electricity, but they had Coleman and kerosene lan-
terns for light, and a propane refrigerator.

The 12 year old daughter tried to defrost the fridge one time by
putting a lit Coleman lantern inside and closing the door. Of
course when the oxygen got burned up, the lantern went out,
but continued to spew out lots of pressurized Coleman fuel
vapors. She later opened the door and, seeing the lantern was
out, she struck a match to relight it and...BOOOOMMM!! The gas
blew up in her face. Her face and hands were badly burned but
her hair and part of her forehead were under her bonnet and
were fine. The doc who saw her initially was astounded about
a week later when he saw her for follow-up. He said, "My God,
your skin looks just like a baby's, like you never got burned
at all!" He asked her mom, "What have you been doing to treat
her?" Mom said, "Oh, just lots of fresh aloe vera juice." ;-)