Holiday Time

Hello to All,

This has been a hectic time of the year for missionary work, especially for the two of us since we are trying to take care of all the members, amis, and all the activities that the season brings. We had a good Christmas party at the branch (I will leave that to Joanne to tell), Zone Christmas program in Bordeaux, Zone Conference, cooking goodies for the people here in Angouleme, home evenings, Christmas dinner for the missionaries and others who wished to come, and last but not least the genealogy work that is going on at the branch.

I will start with the Zone Conference and the Christmas program held in Bordeaux. It is interesting how different the mission president and his wife are compared to the Merrell's. This couple decided that the missionaries in each zone should prepare and give a Christmas concert for the members and their amis, so they organized Christmas songs to sing and other musical numbers and events for the missionaries to participate in during the program. Each zone held the program in conjunction with a zone conference. We spent some time in a zone development meeting practicing the program, then we were on our own for further practices. However with all the missionary work and branch happenings, we only got in two short song practices.

The program for the three zones was well attended, however it was hard for members and amis outside of Bordeaux to attend, so Angouleme had no one there. An hour and a half drive was a little much to expect, but we did our part. We have some outstanding missionary talent in the zone and members in the Bordeaux area. The Defrancie family in Bordeaux has a father who is a lead tenor in the Bordeaux opera and the rest of the extended family plays various instruments. One of the daughters is presently at BYU. Well all went well. On the way down, we delivered some Christmas goodies to a family in the branch 24 miles south of Angouleme as we were on the way to Bordeaux. It was a short visit, but the real hope is that they know we care. The only problem was that we didn't get back home until after 11:00 PM, with permission.

The branch Christmas party and program went very well and even though 8 of the people we hoped would come either had family sickness, unexpected visitors, or in the case of one of our amis, had some tragic news about a friend so that he was not in the mood for festivities, we still had 30 people out to the program. Joanne spent a great deal of time preparing the meal and it was great.

Our family home evenings for the singles in the branch are good. Even though we don't have any young singles, we do get together with the older group and one amis, Jean Bourdicheaux. We have a lesson and with Jean there we get questions from him and this gives the members a chance to answer him. We have an activity and goodies after. This week it was a good 4 hands of Uno and a cheese feast with French bread. There was plenty of cheese left over from the Christmas meal and in no time flat the cheese was devoured and enjoyed by all. Jean, the 77-year-old amis, enjoys the friendship and has progressed in his knowledge and faith in Christ and even he can see the tremendous change in his life since he started learning and living the principles of the Gospel.

The Portuguese family, the Corgas, have so much to overcome in their move to France: the language, finding work, a place of their own, and just getting into life. Their 5-year-old has to learn a new language at school and make new friends. It is coming, but the transition is slow and painful. Both Joao and Sandra can speak fairly well in French and Sandra has a good grasp of English, so Joanne and Sandra can get along very well. Coming to church is a new experience for them and especially how to deal with the two children. We are making slow progress, but when we think of the training that went on with each of our own under learned experiences, this is hard for people new to the Church.

The Elders have a young family coming to church. Miguel has great faith and his wife Justine has started to understand better the last few weeks, especially as she attends Relief Society and participates. Miguel is from the north of France and Justine is from Cameroon in Africa and has only been here a few years. They have a sweet new born baby girl and there is a lot of love shown to this baby by their parents and the branch members.

Things are good here. We are finding that there is progress in the branch. Sister Bouchard will be leaving for her mission on Jan 4th, so we have three branch positions to fill. We have prayed and will interview two members for two of the positions, but the piano will remain silent until we can find someone to take up that position. The Elders, the members or Mom and I, with good spiritual direction, will just have to find someone to do that.

We will send a few pictures later so Chris can insert them into our blog page.

Love Elder Dad and Sister Mom

Christmas Party

Bonjour to all of you, and to our friends! It's the day after Christmas here and I'm sure you all had a wonderful time with your families yesterday. At home it usually took me a while to wind down after the big day finally arrived, and that hasn't changed. The build up and the anticipation seem to keep me flying high on adrenalin enough to get through it all somehow.

Our Christmas party grew to such huge proportions in our minds (with all those who showed interest in coming) that Jack said to plan for 40 people. So, Patrick Humblot (drop the H, and cross off the T for the real pronunciation of his name!) assigned out the salads to the members (bring one for each table of 6 people!), and the "pain" (bread!) to the single men to furnish (after all what could be easier than that!). I spent most of Friday making funeral potatoes (we don't advertise that name to our elderly members!), until I had 4 large pans filled to the top with cheesy, gooey spuds.

The next morning, we went shopping for last minute things like: 6 bottles of fizzy non-alcoholic apple juice to drink along with dessert; 6 bottles of mineral water and 2 cans of the fruit flavored syrup the French serve with it; and just for insurance, a $3.50E pkg. of TEN 3-foot long baguettes that I've always wanted to buy just once, because they make it look like you're going to a party. The thing was, we weren't sure if JJ (our almost there janitor) got the message through his head about the bread, and Alain's thought process is so unorthodox we never know what we'll get from him. As Jack and I looked at each other in the store. . ."We're getting insurance baguettes!" We hid them in the trunk of the car so we wouldn't hurt their feelings if they brought some too.

Two ladies promised to come early to help me, but neither of them showed, so it was Jack and Patrick and me. We worked together well. We covered the tables with pretty red and gold paper that had a nice satin finish on it, and Jack set them with the salad plates and silverware, while I created centerpieces with greenery off the trees outside and some ribbon and red shiny bulbs. Patrick did a neat trick with the red napkins standing up in the glasses. I popped the turkey rolls in the "oven from h*ll" (which just can't wait to burn everything you dare to place into it), and hoped I guessed right on the setting this time. It's a convection oven, but it's 40-years-old and very cranky, and if you fiddle with it too much, the next time you look it will have turned itself off! That happened this time too, so after my primal scream, I turned it off and started over again, and it seemed to stabilize.

Patrick left for the half hour drive to pick up 98-year-old Madeleine, and Jack went to pick up Adele, who we got to agree to come. The members began to arrive with their salads, and they all needed space to put their creations together. Lucienne (my menace in the kitchen) came with enough salad for an army, and as I began taking out the turkey, which had baked quickly, saw something that she just couldn't abide. One dark meat turkey loaf looked too crispy for her, so she grabbed a bottle of vegetable oil and began pouring oil all over the brown little thing! I begged her to stop, and she did, with a satisfied smile, and a "that's better" look on her face. When she got busy elsewhere, I poured off the oil and patted down that little hummer until he wasn't shiny anymore. I got the potatoes heating up when Alain arrived in the kitchen with his bread. He had slaved over an automatic bread making machine, and presented me with 2 loaves of undercooked, tough, square shaped, dough blobs . . . I could only stare. What in the world was he thinking? (Well, one of them was studded with dark things, which turned out to be bits of chocolate, to make it more "special.") I took them and told him that we had baguettes to serve to people, at which he looked relieved and then took back the chocolate one!

We had a nice program, the centerpiece of which was, the DVD, "Joy to the World," telling the story of the birth of Christ, and featuring the beautiful music of the Tabernacle Choir. Some of the people we expected to come, didn't, but we had a non-member family there, as well as some inactives, and the number was 30 to the program and 28 to the dinner. Just after we served dessert, which was plenty of Buche de Noel (cream filled Christmas Logs all fancy and fine), I got a call from Heather who was wandering in a Wal-Mart and wondering if I needed something (4 orange flavored children's aspirin would be nice), so Jack had me take her (via phone) in to meet the members and they called out "Joyeaus Noel, Heather!" to her. That was neat. Then, cute little Madeleine made everybody give me a standing ovation for being a "bonne cuisiniere," and that made it all worthwhile.

Our Christmas day was party left-overs with the Elders and Alain, quiet and simple. We thought about you all, and thanks for the cards and calls and pictures you sent us, we love that kind of stuff the very best. Be safe, happy and healthy, and keep in touch . . .we love you.

Sister Mom

Paint Dry

Hi Everyone,

We are about to Christmas and everything is going full bore here in Angouleme. The branch is gearing up for the annual Christmas party and as of today, we have 30 people coming to the feast and festivities. We are working to bring others and who knows, we might have to put people on our knees to squeeze everyone in. The work is going like a house a fire. We are blessed that the two Elders that are here now will stay together for another 6 weeks. We had 9 amis at church today. I must admit that two of those are our perennial "dry Mormons," but the numbers are up. If we keep this pace up, the dream of our last branch president will come true, as he saw shoots of flowers blooming at the branch.

It was exciting to see families coming to church. One of the amis has a baptism date at the end of January and our Portuguese sister told me today that she knows the message of the restoration is true. All we need to do is get over some hurdles and break out the white clothes and fill the font with warm water. Sandra's (our Portuguese sister) husband-to-be is an inactive member of ten years, but he is back and hugged me today and said when he saw me today he was happy. He said that there is more love between the two of us than his own family. This is what it is all about. It is not about numbers, but the love of Christ being spread by the Gospel message.

I have a wonderful 2nd counselor and will have our 1st counselor next week. Both these brethren are from the branch and will be the leaders when we are gone and the branch will be able to stand on its own two feet. With two prospective priesthood holders coming into the fold, we will be growing the branch and the leadership potential. This is a great blessing the Lord has allowed us to see by asking us to stay here during our entire mission. We love these people and would feel it a blessing to spend the eternities with them in the Kingdom of God. It is a little hard to type while weeping with joy.

If we could only get more of the older couples to realize that there are blessings out in the mission field that they will never experience at home. If I could only get you retired couples to get off the couch and come out here with us, you would struggle, cry, struggle some more, and cry, but in the end the results are well worth it.

We went today to see our shy Sister Adele, and she agreed to come to the Christmas Party. Joanne was holding her hands and whispering, "oui, oui, oui" and she then said yes as she saw pure love in Joanne's face. These blessing wouldn't have come if we stayed at home. The souls of these people are precious in the sight of the Lord and He needs someone out here to reach out to them for Him.

Now for my latest French experience. You have all heard the expression, "That is as exciting as watching paint dry." Well, in France, that is an occupation. French federal highway officials do exactly that. Every year, just like at home, the lines along the highways and bye ways get dim with the weather's toll. Well, here in France the nation has not heard of the fast drying paint that we use in the States, so you will see men out on the streets and highways, painting the lines back on the roads by hand or by machine. Ah, you think it ends there, but it doesn't. A group of gaily green clothed men then set up cones along the newly painted area and sit or stand and wait until the paint is dry. The painting truck stops and waits also. One of the men, who must be the supervisor, gets down and tests the paint. When he is satisfied that all is well, he gives the signal for the cones to be taken away and the truck to paint the next 50 meters.

We came upon two men that had painted a line of about 10 meters at an intersection. The truck was blocking off one end of the line and a cone was place on the other side. One of the men must have been a new supervisor because he did not have the sophistication of the others we had seen. Instead of kneeling down and gazing at the paint and then using his index finger to test the paint, this one used his foot to test it. How barbaric can someone be? This testing paint is as important as tasting wine or cheese with a discerning palate and to use the sole of your boot is just uncouth. Only in France can the waiting for paint to dry be such a national obsession. Well, that's all for this week. Keep and enjoy your faith in Jesus. We love you all and our prayers are with you. We feel yours for us. Thank you.

Elder Dad

Our Other Anniversary

Bonjour, to you all . . . you are all family, and I miss you a lot right now especially.

Last Wednesday was the anniversary of the day we went into the MTC last year (is it still called "HUMP DAY," as in "over the . . ."), man, oh man, how these last few months have galloped by. I can't even remember Summer, it went so fast. I think the big difference is the added responsibility of Jack being called as Branch President; it really takes time and effort to keep things moving along smoothly for the members. Just last Sunday, the speakers he had lined up for Sacrament meeting didn't show, so he called on his 2nd counselor, Patrick Humblot, and the two missionaries, and he finished things off, and it went well; but no one saw all the sweating and fretting that preceded the meeting! All of our little elderly sisters are doing well, and we still see them often. Sister Adele, our Sunday night visit, is deep into the Book of Mormon (2Nephi), wading through the Isaiah chapters, and underlining things for Jack to explain to her; sometimes he just says, "Uhhhhhhh," and smiles weakly at the prospect of picking apart some of those image-filled verses. He used to do most of the reading, but now she won't let him, and buts right in if he forgets. She is such a hoot. Also, from not even trying to pray aloud, she has gone to offering a short, slightly jumbled, but sweet prayer by herself (Jack used to guide her through it each time she would try, because she would get so flustered that she'd open and then close without any in-the-middle stuff!). Last week she touched us by thanking Heavenly Father that we could be a family. I was blown away when he told me all she'd said; her own family is totally fractured and absent from her life. Anyway, it's moments like this that I treasure and hold to myself, and know why we'll be here our whole mission.

Now, lest you think all is smooth sailing with us, let me tell you the rest of the story. Sister Bouchard, our 81-year-old Relief Society President, (now Jack has to find a new one in a branch of 3 active sisters) got her call to the Genealogy Library in SLC, and has to be there Jan. 5, 2009. She asked us to move into her home while she is away, so we went to our landlady, Mme. Labadie, to give her our one months notice. "Is someone coming in your place?" No. "It's in your contract to give me two months notice." French law requires one month. "Well, you used much more water than was your share, and I'll have to be paid for that!" Hmmmmmmm.

This is the first we've heard of any water restrictions in France. We wash clothes to be clean, and bedding occasionally, and even ourselves several times a week. Is this excessive? Then, when she made mention of us paying for the extra maintenance it took to get our heater to fire up right, I thought WOW, this is crazy. This is the woman who, as we sat down to take this apt. with Sister Bouchard at our side (she was the one who noticed the "for rent" ad and called us immediately to go see it), slyly said, "Now, the rent will be $600 Euros a month." We didn't catch that, but Sister B. did! "No, no, madame, the ad said it rents for $560!" and looked at her steadily until she conceded that was right, and wrote it that way. This is the woman who actually clapped her hands for joy when Jack told her he had bought a replacement toilet seat for the flimsy, thin plastic thing that had just finally broken a bolt (and didn't charge her for it). This is the woman we heard yelling at someone through our connecting wall, and him shouting at her that there NO prophets in the world now! This was shortly after Jack gave her the wonderful Easter Liahona which was all about Christ and the prophets of the restoration. Maybe she's just gonna miss us when we're gone! Well, we will see what happens next, life is a kick isn't it?

We have an appointment, so talk to you later, take care,

Love,
Sister Mom (Joanne)