You Can't Get There From Here

I love France and the cities that we have seen with their unique statues and buildings and the atmosphere that comes with centuries of history, but when it comes to driving someplace, you can't get there from here. There are a great number of impediments to driving to a certain destination in any city in France. The first problem is that there are not a lot of street signs except at major intersections and so when you want to make sure you are on the right street to arrive at your destination it is very easy to miss a turn that you should have taken.

Which way? They are both one-way!!

Now you have a major problem to back track to get to where you just made the wrong turn. In the United States you just go around the block and voila you have it made. Not in France. All the streets go off on angles and so you might have to travel many blocks to try to get back where you made the wrong turn. That problem is compounded by the fact that there are so many one way streets that when you turn to go back the best way possible you end up facing a one way sign. There have been many times when we have had to back up because we assumed that the street would take us close to where we wanted to go, only to face the one way sign. Twice we just pressed forward on the one way street and turned off on the first intersection, no matter which way it directed us. We were lucky both time that there was no traffic coming the other way and the intersection was a short way off, and of course it was another one way street going the wrong direction and we ended up a long way from our hopeful arrival point.

Streets on angles.

The last problem is that our GPS that we brought only works in the United States and its territories and though France would like to annex the U.S., we won't be one of their territories any time soon (we could make France one of our territories). Back home our GPS would talk to us and give us plenty of warning of things to come and directions to take. Our GPS here is called Mappy and unlike the female voice of ours back home, this one doesn't talk, but by its actions your mother is certain it is a male. It, like us, gets confused with one way streets and then takes forever to recalculate and by then we are further into the abyss of the French maze of city streets. Your mother feels that it has a male mentality when it has to recalculate in that it doesn't ask direction so therefore it take a long time in getting its bearings.

The freeway system here is very well planned and laid out, but once again Mappy waits until the last moment to indicate the turn off we should take and so we have spent time going down the freeway to the next turn off so we can turn around. Joanne is learning to anticipate Mappy by checking the distance in meters to the next turn off, but in some cases there are multiple turn exits close together and so here again we end up going to the next exit so we can turn around.

One benefit of living in the mountains back home is that they can give you instant direction points of reference. Here the city is built on flat land and we have had to pick out references points to go by. We started with church steeples until we found out very quickly that the steeples are all designed the same way and all but one was built out of the same colored stone. With that idea gone, we started to look for the city hall clock tower. It is very high and near our home, so it became a major land mark for us. In Lille we noticed that the many modern buildings in the newer area of town are different colors, so that helps us to get our bearings.

4 one-way streets around a church square.

We have found our way easier here in Lille with a total population of 4 million that we did in Angouleme, but we haven't started to really get to the members that are less active and we must admit that even with Mappy's male attitude we have really needed him on several occasions.

A Contact at the Doctor's Office

It's a cold morning, not yet light outside, and I'm sitting here with Heather's colorful lap blanket (that I snatched off the back of our couch) around my legs feeling content with my part of last night’s FHE. I made 30 sugar cookie hearts with pink (sprinkles of strawberry Kool-ade) frosting that finally turned out good when I used parchment paper to bake them on. Jack's part was to lead them in an activity after the lesson (they've been playing cards each time so far) and he made something we'd been told about at the Couple's Conference. You stand in a circle and each person holds a 5 ft. (or so) piece of PVC pipe in front of them vertically on the floor. Someone says LEFT and they must let go of their pipe and grab the one to the left of them, and if RIGHT is called they must let go and grab the one to their right. It was fun and kinda competitive and a bit dicey when poles went flying at times, but we had 12 there, with an AMI (friend of the Church) and the Elders teaching him, plus 2 Elders who fly home this Thursday and wanted to say good-bye, so it was a lively group. What a different mission it is this time; I almost feel like we're party planners and our goal is' a good time was had by all'! Just kidding, I think! :)

Last week we had an experience on the day of our scheduled 'medical exam' to see if we were fit to remain in France. In my morning prayer I was prompted to pray specifically to have someone put in our path who needs the gospel in their life. I was a bit nervous about dealing with French officialdom, so I got myself ready carefully so as to be at my best. The Zone leaders paid for our stamps and brought them to us...it costs the Mission $340 Euros each to keep us here for a year, and the money was due that day. Our little French GPS, Mappy, got us to our destination 10 minutes early for our 1:30 appointment, but we had to walk around the block to the back entrance in the -3 degree weather, and it was cold! Several people were milling around the locked doors on which a sign proclaimed their 'working hours' were from 2 to 5 PM. What? I was more upset at that sign than Jack was - I was getting in there at 1:30 for my 'appointment' or else! Some high-heeled worker unlocked the doors right on time and we were the second ones inside. She had us line up, then I handed her the papers she needed, and was directed down a hall to where a woman technician awaited me. She spoke slowly so I could understand that a chest x-ray would be taken. She led me into a small room and locked the door we'd just entered, then directed me to remove all my upper clothing. When she saw my garment top she nodded that it was OK to wear, then she positioned me in front of an ancient looking light panel and I heard a loud rattle and hummm and that was it. I'm X-RAYED...hope I live through it!

Within a minute or so Jack followed me and went through the same adventure, 'You can keep your T-shirt on', she told him. He came out still buttoning up his shirt and tying his tie and stood while a small man sat next to me on my left. He was holding a Peruvian passport in his hands and so Jack asked if he was from Peru? Startled, the man said, 'How did you know that?’, then he saw what he was holding and said, 'Oh!’ "That was easy" said Jack, and they laughed. We started to talk to him, and he knew some English as well as fairly good French, and is some kind of engineer here to study for 2 years before returning home. He could be in his late 20's and is recently married to a woman from Peru also who is waiting for him there. He's from Lima, where it's nice and warm and he longs to go back. We told him who and what we are and he was very interested because he's been searching for "a community of believers" to associate with to counter the spiritual indifference of the people he's met here in France so far. Wow! We invited him to come to church on Sunday and he said he'd love to and took the address and our names and phone number. When he heard that there were English classes held there also he became even more excited and that sealed the deal. The last of our 'exam' was by a nurse who took my height and weight and had me read an eye chart - I passed, I think. Jack followed me and then we were called individually in to see the head honcho...La Doctor. She looked at me over her black rimmed glasses and in her no-nonsense style asked about my 'sante', was it good? 'Yes, my health is good.' I told her. 'Do you smoke?' No. 'Do you take any pills, medicine?' No. She looked at my poster sized chest x-ray and didn't seem alarmed by anything, so she signed me off and stamped my papers and had me send my husband in. That was it…we got our passports stamped with the Cart-de-se-jour right inside instead of a simple card to carry like last time, and were sent on our way. We left there on Cloud-9 after saying good-bye to our Peruvian friend, Denis. Not only did we pass our medical exam to stay in France, but Heavenly Father answered BOTH our prayers, because Jack also asked that someone be placed in our path today in our prayer before we left home. We are very excited to see what will happen next! That's all for now. love ya, Mom

A Trip to Arras

We have the responsibility from the mission president to travel around the Lille zone to check the status of the missionary apartments, see that the missionaries are cleaning them to the mission standards, as well as to make any repairs that are necessary. We have two apartments to visit before this missionary transfer is complete and then we will start all over again. Today we traveled south to the city of Arras. The cities in this zone are all cities that played a major part in World War I and Arras is no exception. The city was one of the areas where the Allies put a stop to the German advance on Paris. The city today has about 45,000 in population with more people in the suburbs.

The highlight to the city is the Grand Place. The building are constructed the the Flemish style and the entire square is of the same construction, although the materials are of different colors. There is an arch that closes off the front of the buildings which provides shade in the summer and protection from the winter winds. Around the corner from the Grand Place is a very stylish city hall. The "Hotel de Ville" is topped of with a clock tower and a golden top. While we in the Grand Place taking pictures, two young men in their early twenties asked if we wanted them to take a picture of us in the Grand Place together. We invited them to do so and then thanked them for their kindness. We told them we were from Wyoming and then launched ourselves into the reason why were here as missionaries for the church. At the end of our short presentation we asked them for their names and telephone number so the missionaries could contact them and tell them more. They did so and we parted ways. We called the sisters to let them know about their new contacts and to give them the information on the two young men.

Since we were very close to Vimy Ridge, where the Canadian troops fought the Germans and where my uncle, James William Lawson, was killed in action, we decided to make a visit. James died a few weeks before he was to go to England to receive a promotion and sixty days before the end of the war. We traveled to the War Memorial at the top of the famous embattled ridge. There we met a group of English high school students on a history field trip. I asked the teacher if I could take a minute to explain the fact that my uncle James died in this area. Later the teacher engaged us in a conversation about our name tags and that gave me another opportunity to explain why we were in France and to give him a quick overview of the restoration of the church. I invited him when he got back to Brighton, England to contact the missionaries and inquire more about the church and the Book of Mormon. He said he would.

We then drove to the information center where we were able to find the exact location of my uncle's grave site from the kind staff. While in the area we looked at the reconstructed trenches and were amazed at the short distance between the lines of the Canadians and German troops. The center is staffed by Canadian university students and we met one and talked to her about the battlefield. She noticed our name tags and recognized the name of the church. The "plaques" as we call them are an instant contact opportunity. We explained why we were in France and when we told her about the number of missionaries throughout the world, she was impressed. Three different contacts and three different messages inspired by the Spirit for three different situations and people. I love this work.

We then drove to the cemetery where my uncle is buried and had a quiet moment there. I am impressed by how well the grave sites are taken care of and also that the bodies were buried in the areas where they died so that the cemeteries are relatively small and they dot the country side where the battles took place. Even after all these years the sites are so well kept, and at the grave site of uncle James there was construction work going on to keep the entrance way in good condition. Mom and I were saddened by the fact that the ages of the men in the cemetery were mostly in their twenties. So many died for so little ground gained or lost, but in the end they gave their lives that we may enjoy freedom instead of tyranny.

Love to all and soyez sage.

Mom & Dad

A Christmas Baptism

I would like to express a good reason to come and enjoy the blessings of a mission. We have a wonderful friend in France, Carole Serard, who was very close to being baptized before we left to come home from our first mission. She stayed close to the church and the members while we were at home. We phoned her to tell her that we were privileged to be called back to France in the Paris Mission. She immediately said she was coming to Paris so that I could baptize her. I told her to wait and we would come to Angouleme because we had the permission from our mission president to come and witness her baptism with the members of her branch.

We traveled by train to Angouleme and stayed with Sister Bouchard. On the evening of the 24th of December we went to the branch for the baptism. I wish I had a camera handy when we walked into the familiar chapel with the members gathered for the event. There were so many surprised faces that turned to see who had just come through the door. These wonderful brothers and sisters whom we love were shocked to see us. It was a reunion that gave me a glimpse of what it will be like when we meet again in the spirit world after this life. Hugs and kisses (one for each cheek) were exchanged with all the friends we know and love. We also met the two great missionaries who had continued the efforts with Carole to get her to the point of having a desire to be a member of the Church. Carole was baptized by Elder Hemsley.

I was asked to be a witness to this blessed event and the tears of joy almost made it impossible to fulfill my calling. To see Carole's smile before and after was a sight worth all the riches of the world. She had grown to a point where she was ready to embrace fully the Gospel of Christ. The following day was Christmas and she was confirmed a member of the Church and was given the gift of the Holy Ghost. There was great joy among all the members assembled, for this had been a four year process and the rewards where so wonderful. After the meeting, before we sat down for the Christmas feast, Sister Bouchard on the piano, President Saveraux on the clarinet, and Brother Monsel on the flute, played our favorite hymn, Sovient-toi. I love these friends for thinking of us.

The rest of the day was spent in celebration with the members at a feast at the chapel. Joanne took the time to prepare her usual large dish of Italian pasta and we bought two buches de Noel as a traditional treat. What a wonderful time we had with everyone. Christmas songs were sung, stories were told and laughter was ever present. The presents of joy and friendship are the greatest gifts of all on the day we celebrate the birth of Christ.

We then went to the home of Sephora and Jean-Pierre for a traditional meal and the opening of presents. Joanne was prepared for the moment as she brought gifts from home for all the members of the family. The time we spent with this special family, Sephora we taught and baptized on our first mission to France, and Jean-Pierre we spent many a day with him through a divorce as his wife abandoned the family, brought joy to us. It was almost as if we were home and the time with this family almost took the pain of missing our own family from our hearts.

This time of great opportunity, to see Carole enter the waters of baptism and to spend time with people we love and care about, makes the scripture concerning the worth of a soul come into its true light.

Love to you all,

Mom and Dad

First Dinner With the Young Adults

We finally have our internet at the apartment in Lille. We are thrilled that we don't have to go to church or McDonalds to get onto hotmail. We have had a good week especially last night at the institute class. Your Mom worked for two days to get the meal ready. She made 30 enchiladas, a huge salad, and chocolate cup cakes. The meal went over very well. We wanted to do more than just a main dish and so we decided on a salad with tomatoes on the side. It was just what was needed. The cup cakes were downed especially by the young men. We had a total of 19 people there and one was an amis of the church who came to family home evening also last Monday.

We are responsible for the treat on Monday night family home evening, the Thurs day night meal and the snacks for the once a month activity at the center. In Feb. they are going to have a movie night with 17 Miracles. Some pop corn might go well that night with a few other treats. We hope to have some good activities to get more friends of the church to come and enjoy some wholesome fun. This will encourage the missionaries to get a little more enthused about contacting young adults.

We are getting well established in our apartment, with only curtains on the windows left to do. We have some for the bedroom but the other two rooms are coming along. We had to do some comparison shopping before we found something that would work with our odd sized windows. The kitchen is narrow and so the place where the fridge should go is not being used because you can't get a fridge through the narrow kitchen to put it in its place. The fridge ended up in the small bedroom that is being used for an office. Some design flaws could have made the kitchen bigger, but we can live with all that.

The stake has 6 missionaries out in the field with two more to go soon. There have been also 5 temple marriages. This has put a drain on the number of young adults, but this is what the program is all about. We are going after the inactives by asking the two bishops in Lille to give us a list of their top 5 candidates for re-activation. The young adults are well organized and willing to do the work, especially when we go with them and give a little encouragement.

If you have any suggestions as to activities for this group to do, we would appreciate the families help. We are planning an Olympic Games night around the time of the London games, but it will be the wacky Olympics: straw throwing for the javelin, ping pong balls instead of the shot put, etc. If you come up with any events, let us know. There is also a stake event every two months, in conjunction with the young adult broadcast, but that is handled by the stake.

Lille is a city of about 4 million people with all of the suburbs and we haven't got the hang of the city yet. We can get from the apartment to the church and back, but as for the rest of the city it is the luck of the draw. European cities are not in the pattern of the states with square blocks. All the streets don't lead to any where, especially Rome. All the streets go at angles, even in the new parts of town. In a car if you miss the place you are looking for, you can't go around the block and come at it again. First if you miss your destination and you try to get back to it, you fall into the problem that all streets go at angles and plus the one way streets take you further away and it become impossible for someone as new as us to the city to know the key to the streets puzzle. We are becoming familiar with certain land marks but that only helps in knowing what you passed and not with knowing where you are or how to use the land marks to help you to a certain destination. The round-abouts help in some respect because we can complete the circle again if we miss our exit. There are some signs that help lead us to the main buildings and areas but we are still not good enough with the layout of the city to get us around. We do know that we live near the city government building, but one must get in the vicinity of that building to finally see the signs point in its direction.

Since there are no mountains to give you your compass directions, we tried to use tall land marks to help us. The first is the clock tower at city hall. This is a good one because it is high enough and distinguished in its design to get noticed. Second was church steeples, but we ran into a problem when we started to notice that all but one of the steeples is of the same style, so that got us lost instead of helping. We will work with the city streets until it comes together. One benefit of getting lost is that it helps us work on our patience and love.

The auto route system is well done, especially when working with a city built centuries ago. The system is well planned and the signs are very well done to help one get to where they want to go. If we took the streets to church, it would take us months to figure it out, but on the auto route we get there without any problem.

Love Mom & Dad

Lille

We are in Lille as of last Monday. We drove up in our Chevy, bigger than our Cleo from last time. We got into our apartment and we were impressed. We found the church thanks to the French couple we are replacing and spent family home evening with 5 of the young adults and the couple that has been with them for quite a while. This good couple comes from 30 miles away and they are not even in their own ward. Good people.

We spent the week getting food and things for the apartment and that is still going on. The convection oven was delivered Tuesday morning and it is great. The washer and dryer came the next morning and we went and bought a fridge that will come next Monday. The apartment has a living room and dining area combined, a small bedroom we are using as office space and a bedroom with a queen size bed. The bathroom is just fine and the toilet is a small box by itself. Mom put two gold letters on the door that spell WC. The kitchen is small but compact. It has good cupboard space but I am happy to say that there is only room for your Mother, so I am excluded from entering. The only problem we have is that for now we have to park on the street and we have to pay from 9:00 to 5:00. We pay until 11:20 and then take off for the day. We hope to have a place in the buildings garage soon.

The chapel is large and has a great kitchen area. Two wards use the building. There is plenty to do in finding the less actives, so we won't lack for things to do. Our Monday, Thursday, Friday and Sundays are usually taken with the young adults. Tomorrow we head for Charleroi, Belgium for a conference with the European leader of the young adult program.

Fix 'er Uppers

We felt like we needed something to do so we approached the Assistants to the President and asked them if there were any missionary apartments that needed attention. The next day the president got a hold of us on the phone and gave us a place out in the suburbs that needed help. So we took the metro to Chatlet, which is the metro and rail hub and then with our cell phone we had the elders direct us until we finally got to the right train platform. We traveled through the underground network by walking and riding a moving sidewalk. We bought tickets for the train and then went downstairs and out to the correct platform where we waited for the correct train. Once the train came we went through the towns that surround Paris until after 40 minutes we arrived at Evry. The elders were waiting for us and a short half mile walk brought us to our work station. We started by painting two walls a color called Orang Moutard. It looks more like a peach color. It took two coats so while we waited for the first coat to dry, we put the hanging down electrical wires holding the lights into the ceiling where they belonged. The French don't put up light fixtures, they just let the lights hang down like the old tenement houses in New York during the 20's. On our next trip we bought a bookcase for the elders, purchased through the mission funds, and painted one long wall cream. The roller we had was not doing the job so I went to the nearest store and bought some rollers and another handle to apply the paint. Between the two of us we were able to finish the painting, put together the bookcase, and repair two more light fixtures in six hours. The total time for the two days was 14 hours (plus the trips to and from took 3 more hours each day).

We also fixed lights and painted in the apartment we are staying in. That was a major process since there were cracks in the walls and ceilings. After fixing the cracks we then plunged into painting. We started with the bathroom wall that faced out. We used the same orang moutard. Moutard is mustard in French. We tackled the wall facing the street and then did caulking in the kitchen and bathroom. Took care of mold in the bathroom and then used cream and white paint to finish the bathroom. The last thing I need to do now is do a little touch up in the Visitor’s Center and build a drawer for a study desk. We have an apartment in Lille and should be driving there Monday or Tuesday. We let you know we have arrived. It is in the heart of Lille but is only 8 minutes by car from the church. We will have a car because we will check the missionary apartments each transfer to make sure they are good and clean. We will cover about 7 apartments throughout the zone so that will take us to the English Channel. All is well with exception of sore muscles, but we have both lost weight and are down 10 pounds even with Christmas and New Years. Love to all of you.

Visitor's Center Helpers

We are in good spirits holding down the fort at the visitor's center in Paris. The regular couple have taken a trip or some thing and so we were asked to keep the center open. Like all assignments we were sent on our own and scramble to get things going. I think the story of the couple missionaries is to fumble through things until we get it right.

We have had three contacts today and two yesterday and the we hope for more today as the day is still young. The missionaries use this place as a place to meet their contacts and give lessons. There is a large room with pictures and explanations of each but I go around with the people who come in to answer any questions and add some needed information. In a smaller room are two TV's with videos of various teaching and the testimonies of the 12 apostles. the last room in the back is for missionaries who teach lessons to their amis or friends of the church and a sound room for CD's. We have continued to have people come and I was able to get a person to want further contact with the missionaries.

We are waiting until after the new year for the apartment search to continue so we will be in Paris for at least another week. We will be with the young adults next week, so that will give us something more to do.

We had a good conference with the other 10 couples in Blois, which is on the Loire River. We were able to get some good games and interaction helps from the other couples. We did get to see a huge chateau and walk around Blois. The members fed us well on the second day at lunch but we went to two restaurants for the evening meals.

We had a miracle happen on our trip. I left my brief case in Angouleme and in it I always put the keys to our place in Paris. There are three large french keys plus the small chain and metal container for the consecrated oil attached. All in all there is some heft to the combined package. I called Angouleme and arranged for Carole Serard to bring the brief case as she was going to visit a friend in the outskirts of Paris. I wore a pair of slacks to the couples conference because the president told us to come casual. Each evening as usual I would empty my pants pockets and put everything on the dresser. Each day I would don the same pants. On the way home in the train Carole phoned us and said she couldn't find the keys in the brief case. Joanne thought that she had left her key in the apartment, but she looked in her purse once more and in the far recesses of her purse she found her key.

When we met Carole at the subway exit I couldn't find my keys in the case, so we went home and the three of us entered the apartment. We gave Carole some money for the two train rides, coming and going, and then I put my hand in my pocket to take out some change for the metro. She refused but I dropped it into her hand bag anyway. I then sat back and placed my hand back in my pocket and touched something metal. I grabbed what I felt and pulled out the keys that had been lost for three days. We all looked at the keys with wide eyes knowing that there was no way they should be there. I emptied my pockets for three nights, the keys were heavy enough that I would have felt them in my pocket, and when I went in the pocket for change I would have felt them. Heavenly Father can do what He must to help His children on this earth and I am thankful that He sent a message that we were under His care.

We wish all of you a Happy New Year or, as I would say, have a frantic first, and all the best for 2012.

Arrive in France

We left the airport with hugs from Heather and Josh. It is always tough to leave family knowing that we won't see everyone for 18 months. It is good that I have enough technology in my brain to get us to the blogs so that we can see what is going on with some of you. The flight was uneventful and we even managed a few hours sleep. I had the chance to talk to a Frenchman headed to his home in Lyons as he was coming from his work in Las Vegas. I gave him some reading material and we said goodbye.

At the airport we meet the Assistants to the President, Elder Hall and Elder Duarte. Elder Duarte is from Portugal. It took us 2 hrs. from the airport to the mission home due to bottle necks on the freeway. We talked along the way and were able to get a feel for the mission.
At the mission home we met President Poznansky and his daughter Marie. The President's wife was off to Angers to take care of a problem with their home there.

After lunch we got squared away with a cell phone, keys to our apartment and off we went with the AP's. The AP's paid for our metro pass for the rest of the month and away we went on the metro with all our bags. On the way we made two contacts, one with a less active sister. I was able to get her name and phone number.

The apartment was at the next to the top floor. Sixty-two steps up on an almost circular stair case. We were exhausted by the time we reached the door and it is a good thing two young Elders were there to get our bags up the stairs. We are staying in Paris because the church has not been able to find us an apartment in Lille.

The place we live in is a studio apartment. It was for 4 elders with bunkbeds at each end of the long room. The zone counselors who were there before us broke one of the bunk beds into two single beds for us and left us enough to eat until we could buy some food for ourselves. There are four study desks, a eating table in the middle of the place, and a bathroom fully equipped. The stove and sink plus some shelves are opposite the dinning table. The place is big enough for the two of us.

The 62 steps, the 400 meters to the metro, the 400 meters to the platform, and the same to get out of the metro has changed us physically. With all the walking we are doing, my calves are big enough to take to market and we have so much more stamina. The other benefit is that we only eat two meals a day so our weight is dropping. The weather is not too bad. It has rain lightly a few days and got down to 38 degrees on one day, but the temperature has raised to around 50 degrees yesterday and today.

We did have one bad experience that made me angry. I put my wallet in my pants pocket and my suit coat was over my pocket. My raincoat was over all that, but I think that I looked to well off and a group made me their mark. On a rolling sidewalk in the metro four people, one right after the other, bumped into the side where my wallet way and when I got to the end of the sidewalk to get my metro pass out, the wallet was gone. Driver's license, 30 euro, debit card and my metro pass were in the wallet along with photo copies of my passport and the two visas to France and Belgium. It was a good thing they were only photo copies.

We came to the church visitor center and used the phone to cancel the debit card and then trudged home with a new metro card the zone counselors bought me. What a bummer! My feelings about Paris went down a few notches, however when I made my report to the police I got to talk to the officer about the church and that helped build my spirit. I have been able to give out pass-a-long cards most every day in the metro by using some unique approach. Once as we were bout ready to board the metro a lady saw our tags and read out loud the name of Jesus Christ. We talked to her as two other trains past and gave her some literature and the address to the church.

Well that is all for now. We will try to get some pictures to Joanna or Chris so they put them in since our lap top doesn't let us do that.

Love Pappa et Momma

Goodbye to Summer

Bonjour to you all, family and friends -

A brisk ocean-like breeze has blown in from the coast today, and I can tell that Fall is just around the corner. Hmmm. As a matter of fact, I'm a bit chilly, and just ran to get myself a wrap to wear while I type. After seeing a few homes being built, we realize that insulation is virtually unused in them. We actually loved coming into our shutter-enclosed, darkened house after being out in the summer sun, because it was like walking into a cool cave. But, as the weather cools down outside of these basically rock or cement block homes, we do begin to bundle up more inside and shiver in our boots a bit on the tile floors.

We have been experiencing some "panic attacks," off and on lately, as we realize that we will be leaving here in just a few short weeks. The thought of having to say goodbye to the Branch makes us very sad and leaves us torn with conflicting emotions. Jack's second counselor, Patrick, says that we can go home for a month's vacation, and then return and be just like we were. We actually kicked that thought around for a while--maybe we should come back and get an apartment here, so that we could finish helping our friends, and tie up our dangling loose ends. Don't worry, sanity does have a way of returning as we began to realize that it would NOT be the same. We have been so blessed with perfect places to live, all furnished for our use, practically falling into our laps. We'd most likely not be that lucky if we returned. Besides, people do move on; we aren't indispensable; and others will step up to fill in the gaps that we have left. It's just that you become accustomed to seeing certain people often, and there is a trust and friendship that builds up between you when you've shared problems with them, and their happy or sad times also. It will be hard to leave.

Then again, there is Alain Kaus, whose latent cooking genes have been somehow activated. He is now in the kitchen constantly with me each week, "helping" with the bachelor repas. On the one hand, I like help; on the other hand, he is so unpredictable he drives me crazy. Last week, he brought in not just his one loaf of honey white bread (which has improved in texture immensely from his inedible first attempt), but also two more "dessert" loafs--one of which was studded with chocolate and one made with goopy caramel. He also brought special jams to eat with them, an orange marmalade, and a scary looking banana confiture; plus two jars of nutty or smooth peanut butter, and a jar of Nutella. He then set about cutting up each of those large, square loaves into slices, while my little helper (79-year-old Adele) and I, tried to make the green salad and keep out of his knife-wielding way. Then he was with us, wringing out a piece of mozzarella cheese that he'd brought, cutting it right on top of the lettuce, as we stood back and let him have his way. He brought Jack some Turkish Halva to try (which appears to be a near-eastern sweet treat), but he hasn't been up to opening it yet, because it really isn't very appetizing looking. Then last night at FHE, he brought me a cooking magazine 'Cuisine Actuelle', and seemed to be saying, as he talked and talked at me, that I needed to learn some French recipes. I like that idea, it's just the many translations of words and terms that I need to master first; but that was nice of him--I think.

The Elders have found a new Ami who is very interested in the church, and has come to church the last two weeks. The bad news is that he is also a bachelor and, as Richard sadly shook his head, this is a Branch of 'Celibataires'. He is a sweet little man whose apartment is cluttered with clocks, as that seems to be his passion in life; and he is under a doctor's care, and gets through life's trials with pills apparently. That seems to be France's answer to every body's problem. I sat behind him last week when Jack spoke in Sacrament meeting about the Apostasy and Jesus Christ and the restoration, and he was nodding his head vigorously throughout, agreeing with everything that was presented. He is wanting baptism, but the Elders want him to receive all the lessons first. He came and played UNO with us and won his first game ever played and killed Elder Chlarson with plus 4's every hand. We have a lot of fun together on Monday nights.

Well, that's a little update from us over here for now. Hope all is going well in your part of the world, stay safe, endure well, and we love you!

Sister Mom (Joanne) Gran'ma