In search of a whoopie pie

After reading this article in the New York Times, I just HAD to try a whoopie! I didn't look for my depression era delicacy at the grocery store because Oreo was insufficient and Hostess just wouldn't do. Instead, I asked my grandma, one of a few people I know who was alive in the 1930's, where I could find that chocolately treat. She told me about Blyer's, the local Amish market and so that is where we went!