Wednesday, March 25, 2015

045 Tuesday to Tuesday (Feb. 25-Mar. 3, 2015)

Good to finish February’s post.  Let’s start with Mallory. Miss Mallory took her own good time to decide to come on down. After Bethanne, we figured the Lord would not let us have anymore. I had already done as much damage as I could with the rest of them, maybe he thought I’d had enough practice and should be kept away from the little ones. So we sold or gave away all our baby things and found out the next month that we were expecting. I wasn’t as sick with this pregnancy as I had been with the first four. For one thing, I wasn’t taking massive amounts of iron. I wish I had known that the iron would make you sick, but needless to say, the first four pregnancies are still hard to remember. Consequently, I did get around better the last time. Amy came two weeks late to the day; Katie, Adam, and Bethanne came two weeks early to the day. When Dr. Henderson told me the due date for Mallory, I told him when the baby would come. She came exactly when I expected her, two weeks early. I woke up that day cramping a little, but nothing to worry about; however, it didn’t stop. I finally called the doctor, and he said to come on (from Tuscaloosa to Birmingham). I went to get Craig from work and drop off the kids at Jan’s. The night I went into labor with Amy, I called the doctor and told him I wasn’t having contractions regularly. He told me to drink a little wine and go back to sleep. With Katie, my water broke so I knew I was ready to go. With Adam, I woke up in the middle of the night and knew I was in good contractions so called Aubrey Smith to come stay with kids. With Bethanne, my water broke slowly so I went to be checked out and stayed to take a baby girl home. With Mallory, I didn’t start contractions until I was in the car for the 70 mile trip to St. Francis and Craig was managing to hit every pothole on the road. I went to the doctor’s office, he checked me out and sent me right over to the hospital which was connected to the doctors’ offices. I was put in a wheelchair, and Craig took me over. He then proceeded to hit every wall between the doctor’s office and the hospital delivery area. By the time we got there, I was screaming for him to be careful, and he was screaming for me to stop screaming. The nurses looked at us like we were lunatics, and I thought they were putting in wagers on how long we would make it together.  Hahaha  However, after getting in the delivery room (no putting me in the "let's see how long we can make her suffer room," she managed to show up 30 minutes later. I kept telling them I wanted drugs - no going the natural way for me - and they said I was too far along for them. The doctor was no where to be seen, and the nurse tells me, "don't push, don't push." I showed her. What were they going to do, let her fall out on her head. I pushed, and that doctor walked in just in time to catch her. I thought if he didn't show up, they would not be able to charge me for his services. He was new to the practice, and I don't think he stayed long.

Mallory's first picture
Grandma Lenhard's note on Mallory's stats.

Dr. who delivered Mallory

Mallory was a cute surprise. I couldn’t stay but one night in the hospital because we didn’t have insurance. We had paid our bill in advance, and one day was all we got. The kids came with Craig to get us, and they couldn’t get enough of her. She did have jaundice, and we had to take her home and keep her sitting in the sun for a week. It was miserable because I was sure I was going to kill her because she wasn’t getting enough UV light or whatever it was she needed.

Mallory loved her older brother and sisters. She would follow them around and try to do what they did. We moved to Columbus, GA, when she was about 2 1/2 so she never remembered Tuscaloosa. 

Almost 5 months old - in Tuscaloosa

Mallory was a good student, although now that she is grown, she tells me she totally manipulated the teachers by crying sick every time something was coming up she didn’t want to do. She could play sick with the best of them, and I, like a good mommy would come get her. She laughs about how easy it was to do. I wonder how she will feel when Parker does the same thing.
I love this picture. So cute in glasses.

So much to do and she is blowing bubbles.

It was interesting raising Mallory who stayed with the same group of kids throughout her school years. All the rest had to start over when they came to Georgia, but Mallory was different. She did change middle schools in 8th grade to go to the new Midland Middle School. I really did not like that Principal, but she made some great friends there. When all the older kids had left home, she stayed with us for four more years. She went to Columbus High, and I worked right around the corner at a middle school. It was fun to go to and from school with her. 
Such a sweet girl
What? You said to make the bed? Later!

Her babysitters!
Mallory still believes in magic! How fun!

Let’s get to it:
We had wanted to start inspecting missionary apartments this week, but we didn’t have the new transfer list as to what apartments were still open, and who was where. We went to the office to pick up some mail, and asked if we could be sent a copy of the list.

We also had Denise’s team meeting this Wednesday morning. These meetings are getting intense, but I have to say that Denise is gaining better control over her emotions. She didn’t attack everyone like she has done in the past. She has problems with her housing manager who is part of her team, and she doesn’t like the social worker who keeps up with her older kids. She usually gives them what-for. The housing manager wants her out of housing, but she really does need to stay there, at least for this year while she gets used to Timmy and her older kids visiting arrangements. That meeting takes up a good part of the morning, and then we had to take Timmy to his school because he had missed his bus. It was cold, and there was still a lot of snow on the roads in her area. When we went to pick them up, a car had pulled over to the side of the road before we got there. When the driver came out, he tried to pull out on the road and proceed back in the direction from which we had come, which including going up an inclined road. He couldn’t make it, so he proceeded to back out of the road to the stop sign where he could turn and go an alternate route. We were glad we were headed downhill. So, we took Timmy to school and brought Denise back to her place.

Thursday has turned into my math day. I tutor on Tuesday, and I get a lot out of the way, but Thursday allows me to finish anything I didn’t get through before to be ready for Pathway that night. We had to hold our class in the RS room, so we went early to try to get it set up.

Today was also the birthday of our little Ian. Actually, he isn’t all that little anymore. He is a cutie for sure, and one day mom and dad are going to have their hands full with keeping the girls at bay. We love to see pictures of him as he grows. It does seem that he manages to bang himself up with crazy stunts. He will be a tough kid at this rate.
How quickly they grow up.

We were able to get to the Milwaukee Genealogical Society Meeting on Friday. We had hoped they were going to be working on the planning for the German and Indian Summer Fests. It wasn’t to be. They were going to meet the next morning, so we made arrangements to go then.

That night we went with the other senior couples, the Carters and Barleys, as well as the Armstrongs to see Phantom of the Opera at a high school in Wauwatosa (about 15 miles from here). A family in our Pathway program, Ann and Mike Calabro, had two of their children in the play. We didn’t realize until we got there that Zac Calabro (their son) was playing Raoul – the one who loved Christine. It was a wonderful musical, and they did a great job. One of their daughters, Zoe, was a dancer in the play. The Calabro’s had bought our tickets in the front row, and sometimes it wasn’t as easy to hear the words distinctly, but we love it. They will have Blithe Spirit in May and hope to be able to go then.

We didn’t get home until late Friday night, so Saturday morning we slept in (got up at 8:00). We had to get back downtown to the Milwaukee Library for the genealogy meeting. They were having a genealogy class, but we did not want to have to pay for it, so we waited outside for a while before we went in at the last minute. The speaker was discussing changes in the city and the history of several of the places here. There are some that we are going to have to see before we leave.

We then spent some time discussing the upcoming festivals. We are looking forward to working at them this summer. It sounds like we will have more room in the tents this year, which will be great. When you can hardly move around to show someone how to use the program on the computer, it can put a damper on the fun.

Alright, who let March in? How in the world is time going so fast. While we look forward to going home, we know we have things to do here. It just seems like time is moving at a much faster pace than it should. On March 1, Sunday, we picked up Victor to get him to his new Ward. He was not happy about it at all, but he went. We wanted to introduce him to his new missionaries, but they came too late to do it. Then we talked with his Bishop to be on the lookout for him. We met a few of the other City Branch members who were now in the Milwaukee 1st Ward. After the Sacrament, we left with promises that someone would take Victor home. We wanted to be at our new building to get to know the people there. When we walked into the Parkway Ward, it was quite a new feeling. The building was full, and we had to sit in the back on the hard chairs. Never again we hope! We met a lot of good people. The Armstrongs are in the ward with us so we are really excited about that. We look forward to working with them in the unit.

Our Bishop is new, having just been called. He is really a neat man. It is obvious how much he loves the Ward. There are many callings that have to be made because everyone in the unit will have something to do, whether its work with the children, the women, or the men.

In one of our Zone Conferences, we were encouraged to FAST, meaning we would F = feast on the words of Christ that our testimonies will grow; A – Act according to the word of Christ that we may become more like Him; S – Sanctify ourselves that we may be totally committed to follow Christ; and T – Testify of Christ and the Atonement that others may grow in knowledge and testimony of Him.  As we FAST, we were preparing for the arrival of a General Authority on the 20-21st of March. He will visit our mission and talk to all the missionaries. We are excited that we will be part of that. It is not often that we get a General Authority out to see us.

We have been learning a lot about how to raise families. There are some really good guidelines that can help us stay close to our children that they may understand and desire to follow the Saviour. What should we do: (1) hold family home evenings – at least one night a week (preferably on Monday) we gather the children together to have a bonding time; (2) hold family scripture study; (3) bring the family together for family pray each day; and (4) commit ourselves to wholesome activities for the entire family. It sounds so simple, but we know how we allow the world to get in the way of having time for our families. We must work to do these minimum things in our families if we want to hold onto our children.

We are on this mission to serve others. Sometimes it can get hard, but we have to ask ourselves, “What would Jesus do,” “How would He act,” “What would He say.” If we can remember to include Him in our plans and follow His example, imagine how much better we would be. The Savior must have had very little time to himself. Everywhere he went, people would come to hear him, receive blessings, challenge him and his work, ask for help. Yet, He was always on the lookout for those who needed Him.  He was concerned about the individual, and He was involved in teaching each person how to be better. Service was and is God’s work. We must be about our Lord’s work for when we serve others, we are serving Him.

On Monday, we had had some snow during the night, but the roads were relatively clear. As long as we stayed on the major roads, we were ok. Craig was in need of a haircut, so he managed to work one in that day and then we decided to go to Racine which is on Lake Michigan south of us. It was a very nice ride, and when we got there, we couldn’t believe the ice on the lake. It looked so cold but beautiful. It did not look hospitable, but it had the colors that made you want to sear them on the back of the eyeballs to recover them when you needed to bring back the memories of how beautiful it was.
That's ice that is melting now, first of March, 2015.
There is a hole-in-the-wall diner there that has good Mexican food. We got a couple of plates and ate there before heading back. Craig had been there before with the missionaries, so he knew what it was like. It was my first time, and I wasn’t disappointed.

We took a little time riding around the area before heading back to Milwaukee. We have found that we don’t actually have a set P-Day anymore. If we say it is going to be Monday, then things come up that we have to do and the same if we choose Saturday. So when we get a little time and can take a trip, off we go. This was one of those days.

Tuesday found us going to Denise’s to help her get to the pharmacy to get her medicine. She had been without it for a couple of weeks, so we took her to pick up the prescriptions and then to the pharmacy. The snow was still lingering in this part of town, and parking lots were not always cleaned. Knowing we had several meetings in the afternoon, we bought all of us some KFC (which is so bad for us and we try our best to stay away from it) and took them home.

This day also saw me again taking 3-4 hours tutoring some Pathway students. I will be glad when the math part is over, because it takes way too much of my time. Before we went to the tutoring session, we had been asked to attend a District meeting in the North Stake which was quite aways from the South Stake building where we have the tutoring. We told them we could come, but we would have to leave early. It was a great meeting. The APs had to be somewhere else that day, one set of Sisters and one set of Elders cannot meet together, so we had to be there in place of the APs. These were great missionaries, and we were blessed to be with them.

It had been a busy day, and we were tired when it was over and we could go back to the apartment and prop up our feet.

Our Scripture for March is from Doctrine and Covenants 68:4 -

            And whatsoever they shall speak when moved upon by the Holy Ghost shall be scripture,
            shall be the will of the Lord, shall be the mind of the Lord, shall be the word of the Lord,
            shall be the voice of the Lord, and the power of God unto salvation.

What a great scripture – good one for all of us to memorize.

We love you all.

Elder and Sister Lenhard

Monday, March 16, 2015

044 Tuesday to Tuesday (Feb. 18-24, 2015)

I believe I have a little girl that showed up as fourth in our line of children. At St. Francis, we were able to bring our baby into the world. We were going to name her Beth Anne, but then because Pappy was so unhappy with the Biblical name we gave Adam and we hadn’t named our son after him, we decided to err on the side of caution and compromise with Mary Bethanne after Pappy’s mother, Mary Alexander Lenhard. I’m afraid our daughter has cursed us ever since that decision was made. It seems that no one could understand that Beth Anne could be combined into one name. It was constantly being misspelled and shortened. I still think it is very appropriate for the shortest kid to show up in our family. 
Amazing, she was ready to talk early.
Her 1st birthday.

I think that Bethanne and Adam became best friends growing up because Bethanne decided she could be just as tough as Adam. They played together constantly when little. After the older two went off to school, these two could get into so much. They were very competitive and to this day, Bethanne is still very much that way. She always wants to be the best, act the best, teach the best, you name it. 

By far, Bethanne had the greatest curly hair in the family. Katie was strictly straight, Amy had slight curls, but Bethanne had tight curls all over her head. She had light, almost strawberry blond hair. Many of her pictures show her with a bright smile, muscular little arms, taking on the world expression. I think her children have that same look. 
Such a sweet disposition

 This girl was quite an athlete. Many times we watched her challenge her opponents and come off victorious. In her pursuits, she never gave up, and she was quick to take advantage of her opponents. We used to laugh at her antics, but I know there were those who played against her who were not amused. She was and is just so darn cute when she gets the bit between her teeth. 
Bethanne was also a cuddler. She liked to be held, and she was a peace maker. She was also an incurable flirt. I laugh to myself every time I remember the first young man who came to our house to (what was he there for anyway). The living room was kinda dark with a light on beside them. They sat on the couch while I was fixing dinner and trying to discreetly keep an eye on them. I think he gave her a ring of some kind. Anyway, I think it was awkward, and he finally left. Bethanne tells me I have no idea how much effort she put into the flirting. 

Let’s get on with it.
We began Wednesday (18th) with picking up Victor and taking him to the Genealogy Library. I think he must have found two sets of gggrandparents and one set of ggggrandparents. He is so excited. I watch him and encourage him to follow the hints, but he wants to go for the big guns and not waste time on searching the little clues. Before it is over, I think he will figure out how valuable it is to dig deeper and look in the unlikely places for clues he might have missed. Right now he is just getting the surface people, but eventually, he’ll hit a brick and he will start searching in a different way.

After we finished there, we came home to make some calls to members in the Branch who will need to be at Church the next Sunday because of a special meeting that will be held to tell us about the Branch realignment. We certainly don’t want to miss that. We then picked up some missionaries later in the afternoon and headed to the North Stake Building to help someone with genealogy. When we got to the building, no one was there, and we figured it was a no show. Eventually, he showed up. The missionaries were going to teach him first, so Craig went with them while I got the computer set up (I’d been having trouble getting it to logon at the Church). They were in a meeting for an hour and a half. I entertained myself. He and Craig hit it right off. This man had many questions of the type that only Craig understood what he was asking. The Elders told us afterward that they were glad Craig was there because they had no idea what was being said. By the time they were finished with their meeting, it was too late to do any genealogy. He and his wife were actually moving on Friday so we wouldn’t see them again. He was taking a teaching job in Virginia. Maybe they will find the missionaries there, and he will have a desire to know more.

On Thursday, I was totally immersed in the math work. Truly, this is a college class in the amount of work the students have to do. I feel like I need to know what is happening in case the teacher gets in trouble. It is a good thing that we have so many really good students in there who are so willing to help the others. As it is we end up staying late every week helping after the class time.

Craig had to go talk with someone about employment that morning, so he was gone for a while.

Friday, we spent time taking Omar for food. It was cold, and there was still a lot of snow on the ground. We were beginning to feel the need for a change in the weather. It is really odd to drive past lake after lake, and they are covered in snow and ice. We have heard that there may be a shortage of fish because they can’t live in the frozen water for one thing, and it is too hard to get to them.

We went with the other Senior Missionaries to Apple Hollow on Saturday morning for breakfast. We had actually planned to go to Denise’s that morning, but she called and had decided that she was going to take care of the kids by herself. She was going to make a contract with the kids to get them to act better and be more obedient and respectful to her. That left us free, so we called the other Seniors, and they had already left for the Kenosha (south of us) area. We love to eat at Apple Hollow. They have a great breakfast buffet. I need to get some sausage and make sausage gravy. Haven’t done it in a while. 
Elder and Sister Linsley, Elder Barley (wife went to inspect buffet), and Elder and Sister Carter on this side with me.
 That evening, we went to a local high school for a play. The other Senior missionaries and Dave and Virginia Armstrong went also. Bye-Bye Birdie was on tap for the night. I vaguely remember the movie with Ann Margaret and Elvis Pressley so long ago. I knew it was a musical, but if anyone had asked what it was about, I couldn’t have told them. We were pleasantly surprised at how good it was. There was a little chunky girl (I don’t know if she was really chunky or not, but every other girl in the production was rail-thin) who played the mother of the main character that Elvis played. She was the long-suffering mom who wanted her son to be a mother’s boy. We laughed at just about everything she said. She was good. I love this kind of entertainment. Before we left Utah we had discovered the school productions there, and we really enjoyed them. When we get back, we hope to see many more.

Sunday finally rolled around. We had a special meeting that morning where the Stake Leaders came in and disbanded the City Branch. We had a meeting that night that would give us the wherebys and wherewithals. It was sad to think that we would have no more meetings in that building. A person who had been baptized there many, many years ago told us that when the Church sold the building back in the 80s or 90s; the group that bought it painted over so much of the woodwork and tried to remove the Sacrament table and other things. We eventually bought it back, but it doesn’t look like its glory in the early days. But we liked it. The Spanish Branch will continue to meet there and will start their meetings in the mornings now.

That evening we found out our new ward is called Parkway. It is several miles from the City Branch building, but the roads are so much nicer. The majority of the Branch members will be in Parkway, but some members are zoned for the Milwaukee I Ward. Some of the Milwaukee I Ward members will go to the Lake Michigan Ward. No one from Lake Michigan had to move to another building. We are excited about our new home. After the meeting, President Cutler met with the missionaries and ironed out exactly where the missionaries would be going. We still live in the South Stake and will still go to a North Stake Ward. I still get it mixed up.

On Monday, we headed first to the gym and after coming home to clean up, we went to the Parkway building just to find out where we would be meeting and the best way to get there. We took the freeway next to the apts, got off at an exit and made two turns and we are on the road to the Church. Beautiful neighborhoods, great roads!

I spent 3.5 hours on math that afternoon and had to fix dinner for a young sister who had just had a baby. I actually did a good job. There is a place here called Baker’s Square. They make pies that are out of this world. I bought a peach one and even had dessert to take to the family.

Tuesday the 24th found us meeting with a different District because the APs who usually meet with them couldn’t be there. There is a set of Sister missionaries in the District, and they aren’t allowed to meet with just one set of Elders. So we had to be chaperones. It was fun. The Sisters are two of our favorites. We had to leave at 2:30 to get to the other Stake building for math tutoring. We are busy like that. We didn’t get home until 6:00, and we were tired.

Our Scripture for this month comes from 2 Nephi 26:12-13 (actually, just the last few words from 12 and then all of 13):

     “Jesus is the Christ, the Eternal God; and …. He manifesteth himself unto all 
     those who believe in him, by the power of the Holy Ghost; yea, unto every  
     nation, kindred, tongue, and people, working mighty miracles, signs, and 
     wonders, among the children of men according to their faith.”

Elder and Sister Lenhard

043 Tuesday to Tuesday (Feb. 11-17, 2015)

Let’s start off with thoughts of our only boy, Adam. They say three’s a charm, and while we would have been perfectly happy with another little girl, the pressure was on to have a boy Lenhard to carry on the name. There are no other male Lenhard’s in our line so Pappy Lenhard was hoping greatly (as was daddy Lenhard) that a boy was in our future. I have to say that it is not fair that our boy should have gotten so much hair from the very beginning, and dark hair at that. Adam was born at St. Vincent’s and was welcomed with much love. Sad to say that by the time he showed up, I was used to girls. Boys were a strange phenomenon.
Look at the hair - June 1979

Adam was a quiet child (truly he has remained that way throughout his life). Maybe it was because he had two sisters and a whacko mom who never gave him time to talk. However, in our defense, it was hard to communicate with a child who did not want to enter into our trips of fantasy in little kids books. NOoooooooo. He wanted grown up books that mom’s aren’t prepared to read or understand. I can still remember taking him to the library and while the girls and I filled our arms with tons of great children’s books we found that when it comes to checking out, he is nowhere to be seen. Filled with frustration that I would have to look for him, I knew where to go. Sure enough, he is in the adult science section looking at books with science pictures. “But Adam, you can’t read this.” “I can look at the pictures, and I can read it.” Ugh! 
He never had a bad picture - 1983

Cute pjs - 1981

Today, I’m grateful that the young man stuck to his guns. Once, in the car, Craig said that the radio was playing and someone was telling an obscure joke meant for adults (not dirty). Adam started laughing, and Craig realized that he totally knew what they were talking about. Then there was the time we started giving him math facts, and he could rattle them off almost as fast as we could give them.
Playing at Flat Rock Park in the stream there.

Somewhere I have a much better picture of him camping!

I really liked this costume - him, not so much.

Adam brought a great deal of joy to our family. When he was ready to potty-train, he did it himself. He took off a dirty diaper, went to bathroom, and never would have a diaper again. If I had known how easy it was to train boys????????

He spent a lot of his growing years in sports, baseball and wrestling in high school. He even did a year or two in track - ugh! I hated that sport and disliked the coach.
Don't you just love a guy in uniform?

Not much uniform to love here, haha
Now for Mission Life:
Wednesday started out with the promise that it was going to be busy.  Transfer day!  Before we could even get to transfers starting at noon, we went to visit Denise and give her some adult time. It is hard being a single mother and not having the “in” with the other sisters in the Ward. She has no car, so she is totally dependent on others to attend activities with the other mothers. Her baby is in school beginning at 10:45 each day until 2:00, but she is in need of fellowship with other sisters. That day found her sick, and we got her out of bed. She couldn’t take care of herself, let alone Timmy. He was sick also. When he gets sick, it can turn into a nasty respiratory illness which I’m sure Bethanne can relate to with her experience with Jackson.

There were 25 missionaries going home the next day, and President Cutler didn’t want them just standing around the whole afternoon while all of them were brought to the Stake Center. He was giving final interviews that afternoon and wanted the missionaries involved in doing something. So we organized them and took on cleaning the Chapel and checking on anything in the building that needed fixing. It was like herding cats. It was obvious it was their last day together with their missionary buddies, and honestly, they could disappear and find more excuses to be somewhere other than where we needed them to be. The job got done, but it was interesting to watch. 
Sister Silva in front middle (black) and Elder Bluth is tallest in back.
 That evening we went to the Mission Home to have a final, farewell dinner. It was fun talking with those who were leaving. After the meal, we went back to the Stake Center for Testimony Meeting because there just wasn’t enough room at the Mission Home. Sister Silva was leaving. She was one of the Sisters who lived in our apartment complex with Sister King and Sister Askerlund. We will miss her. Elder Bluth was another one. He bore his testimony before he left and said he couldn’t wait to hug his mom because she made it possible for him to be out here. Of course, my heart went out to him. We have worked with him here, and he’s a good guy from Arizona. We ended up holding on to a tub of stuff for one missionary who promised to come get it in a week. It was almost 10:30 by the time we got home that night. A day well spent!

On Thursday, we picked up Denise and had to take her to the funeral home. Her grandfather died, and she was staying with her father so it wasn’t that far to pick her up. We went in with her to make sure that she would be ok. The rest of the family had not showed up yet, but they were going to take her home with them.

Then we picked up Victor and took him back to the Genealogy Library at the Stake Center. He is going great guns with his family work. He will need to get an interview, and we will be ready to take him to the Temple for baptisms.

That night we had Pathway, so I spent the afternoon immersed in the math. Craig got ready to drop me off after Pathway and then proceeded over to the North Stake Center to attend a Priesthood meeting and talk with the Stake President about how we can help the North Stake. He didn’t get home until almost midnight that night.

On Friday, we had to do some minor detail work. We went to the gym that morning, and then thought we would be able to mail a package that a sister had left (her luggage was too heavy). The PO was closed because of some computer glitch. It was supposed to be closed all weekend so that was a wash. We took our papers to the Mission Office to have our lease renewed for the next year. Afterwards, we relaxed for the rest of the day. We have a neighbor upstairs who is a former military man with PTSD. Strange goings on up there, and at night, he begins to pace. He is a big man, so we can hear every step. I’m more likely to be able to go to sleep with it, but when he starts, Craig is wide awake. If anyone visits, Craig has had to tap on the ceiling with the broom to get them to be quiet. Consequently, late nights and waking on and off all night makes for a very bad day.

Saturday saw us heading to the City Branch for our last baptism ever to be held there. A man by the name of Dave was getting baptized. We had met him a couple of times while he was being taught. In fact, he saw an ad or something on the TV that had him calling SLC missionaries. They taught him several lessons before sending him to our missionaries. We were not real excited about his getting baptized because we just hadn’t seen much of him and didn’t really get to know him. Craig said that in Priesthood he asked good and thoughtful questions. Anyway, when we got to the Church early to help with anything, he wasn’t there. The missionaries had to go find him and get him to the Church. We must have been there at least an hour before they came back. Sure enough, he came to be baptized. He had his daughter with him. We don’t know anything about his family, and we need to get to know him and work with him like we have Denise and Victor.

Later, we went to check up on Denise; she was still sick but felt like she could go to Church on Sunday.  We made arrangements to pick her up since her usual ride would be out of town.  This was to be our next-to-last meeting in City Branch. Next week, we will meet to find out what will happen to us. Denise is already claiming that it isn’t a good thing. Change does not make her happy. On the way home, it started to snow.

On Monday, it was cold. We had gotten a couple of inches of snow through the night. It covered some of the ugliest snow that had been piled up along the road, but it is snow nevertheless. We got out and went to the gym, and it is amazing how clean the roads became just about a mile or less from here.

By that afternoon the roads were clear, and Craig went to get the car cleaned. It needed it. We spent the day doing paperwork for upcoming activities.

On Tuesday, we had District Meeting. We love our meetings, and these missionaries are good young men and women who really do work hard to do the Lord’s work. One set of missionaries is made up of a young Elder from England and his companion, who is Samoan. They are so funny. The English lad (Elder Mann) tries to make fun of my southern accent every chance he gets. He has a twin who is serving in North Carolina. I can’t remember which of their parents is American. They met at BYU, but they live in England. I can never tell when he is pulling my leg and telling me some crazy story. When I ask about things I’ve heard about England, he rolls his eyes and denies most of it. They hate their monarchy. He laughs and points his finger at us when he says we love them more than they do. They would be happy to give them to us. We tell him we have a king already. Hahahaha

That afternoon we spent about 3 hours in math practice. Bless these dear sisters. One of them quit work this semester just so she would have the time to spend on math. Another works from 2:00 a.m. to 2:00 p.m.  One of them is the RS Pres. in the Spanish Branch. They are so dedicated. We spend a lot of time laughing.

Another week down in history. I’m so going to get caught up with my writing. My calendar is so full of notes so I won’t forget, and then I do anyway.

Our Scripture for this month comes from 2 Nephi 26:12-13 (actually, just the last few words from 12 and then all of 13):

     “Jesus is the Christ, the Eternal God; and …. He manifesteth himself unto all    
     those who believe in him, by the power of the Holy Ghost; yea, unto every      
     nation, kindred, tongue, and people, working mighty miracles, signs, and 
     wonders, among the children of men according to their faith.”

Elder and Sister Lenhard