Dear Family and Friends,
Another busy and fulfilling week.
Sunday,
July 7, 2013
Up
at 6:00 am this morning and off to Waterloo for the blessing of
Richard Carlos' baby. Going down Kissy Road, it takes well over an
hour to get there so we left home by 7:15. We got there in time for
the meeting, but Richard was no where to be found, so the blessing
had to wait until the end of the first hour when he showed up. He
named him Michael Ron Carlos and mom and baby were dressed in white
and both so beautiful.
Little Michael holding on to the finger of one of our beloved missionaries - Elder Burton
It
has been a very busy week-end and I am very tired.....
Thursday,
July 11, 2013
Out
with the Thunder Hill elders for the last time using a GPS system to
locate members of the Thunder Hill Branch in preparation for
splitting the branch. The places they take us! The temperature this
time of year (rainy season) is quite pleasant though wet; but by the
time I get to a destination, I am dripping with perspiration. These
young men walk these distances and up these hills all the time!
The Thunder Hill missionaries said it was just up a little ways - right! The member who lives up here only goes up and down once a week.
On our way up we came across this woman doing her wash - clothes and baby!
This is a first for me - using a toothbrush. The last one I saw used a stick.
Our view
This is the view looking down! Add water and slime - oh boy!
We
arrived at one location and I looked up this steep hill and Elder
Seraphine said, “she is just up there a little ways.” By the time
I got up there all out of wind and weak in the legs, I could see over
the city to the Atlantic Ocean! I must say, it is a very fun
adventure any time we are with the missionaries, and I am just
grateful that I can keep up with them for the most part.
We
stopped at a street vendor while Elder Seraphine purchased some
“plumpy-nutty.” Some service organization developed this packaged
food for the express purpose of donating to 3rd world
countries to nourish children. It is a free donation, but instead of
using it to feed their children, Africans sell it on the street and
Elder Seraphine likes it. It is squeezed out of a foil packet and
looks like peanut butter gone bad! When I asked him what it was made
from, I kept hearing, “it is made from babies.” Being the
calm person I am....from babies???!!! “Why are you eating
it?” Well, he had a mouth full of the stuff and was actually
saying, “it is made for babies.” He offered me a taste but
I declined.
I
can't remember if I have mentioned our pet gecko – Gary – I
thought at first I was seeing mice droppings so I had Scott stuff a
towel into the drain spout from the washer thinking that was where
they were getting in...that didn't help; then I mentioned it to my
neighbors and they commented that it was probably a gecko that is
hanging out in the kitchen, and that it will take care of the
cockroach problem for me if I let him. Well, I saw evidence of him
when we got home tonight – in the kitchen sink. He probably hangs
out there because if I leave any bit of food behind, the little/big
cockroaches make a beeline to it when we leave, but Gary to the
rescue. As long as he stays in the kitchen I am fine.
I
forgot to mention that I discovered mangoes about a week ago. Of
course they are everywhere on the street, either on top of someone's
head, or lined up on the curbs; there is no shortage of them in this
country. However, everytime I see a local eating one of them, they
are sucking it out of the skin and all I see is stringy fruit hanging
from their mouths and I do not like stringy/mushy fruit. Well, last
week, we were invited upstairs to the mission president's home for
dinner and his wife served some mangoes; it was passed to me and I
tried it – wow! Tangy, tart and sweet all in one and no strings! It
depends on the variety (duh) and the bigger ones with a red coloring
on the skin are delicious! So, we have been eating mangoes weekly
ever since.
Friday,
July 12, 2013
Worked
in the office today and entered 30 convert baptisms with about 60
more to go. While working away, in come the local sister missionaries
to talk to the mission president. They are so delightful to be
around. I gave them all CTR rings that I found and we had our
pictures taken.
Saturday,
July 13, 2013
Busy
day as usual, though it started off with a trip to downtown Freetown
and the main street, Siaka Stevens to look for plastic containers,
tennis shoes, malaria treatment medicine, and thermometers. With my
backpack attached to the front of me (lots of pick-pockets) off we
went and we were able to find everything within an hour and a half.
In addition to these items, I also went looking for a native African
“blouse.” Singing in the District Choir tomorrow and I want to
look more like a traditional Sierra Leone, even with the white skin.
I found one that is a beautiful dark purple and accented with green
and black with a silver stitching around the neck. I must have had 10
other vendors pressing around me as I was trying on the blouse as
they were coming up with shoes, skirts, and purses to help me
complete the outfit. It is quite an experience being so white amongst
so many black people selling and just milling about. I don't blend in
very well....
We
got home from our shopping excursion and took off by 2:30 pm with the
mission president and his wife to attend a 4:00 pm baptism out in
Waterloo. The back road is open again, and though quite muddy it
still saved us an hour's worth of travel. Twenty minutes into the
trip, we see a van up the mountain with wheels spinning and
unable to move out of the mud. Everyone around us is honking their
horns; one guy gets out of his car to go see if he can help and he
has plastic bags on his feet, so he is bent over trying to hold them
on, and walking 300 yards at a 90 degree angle holding on to the
plastic. By the time he arrives, one of these huge earth movers with
a very long arm and a huge bucket attached to it, makes its way up to
the car traveling on the side of the mountain, maneuvers behind the
troubled vehicle, drops the bucket down and literally lifts the back
of the vehicle out of the mud, pushing it forward and on its way
allowing the traffic to flow freely again. We caught up with the van
a few minutes later stopped by the side of the road. Seems like the
bucket lifted his fender off the frame and he couldn't get the hatch
to close anymore so he was tying it down.
On our way to Waterloo - this takes hitching a ride to a whole new level!
Arrived in Waterloo in time for the baptism(s) and of course made our way down to the river to witness 5 baptisms. Richard Carlos and his family accompanied us – 3 year old daughter and almost 2 month old, Michael Ron. I failed miserably at carrying 25 pounds of who knows what on my head, so I decided to try bundling a baby on my back and carrying him from the river back up to the chapel; this African experience went well.