Seeing Amish folk depicted as hard-working, rugged individualists who eschew modern tools and conveniences for the bowsaw and the buggy makes me laugh. Sure, they drive their buggies down the side of the road, and thresh with scythes and sickles and kaiser blades and such (Ungh. Name's Carl). It's part of the schtick.
I've spent a little time in Pennsylvania Dutch country, however, during a pilgrimage to Gettysburg, and let me tell you. Visit one of their souvenir shops. Those hypocrites know allll about the electronic cash register. I was just looking at the distelfink over my door, and as I recall they shortchange, too.