A GREAT VISIT

Another great week.  We were able to visit with Cynthia, Jeff and wife, Ed  and his daughter, Elizabeth.  We were excited for the visits.  We did Meals on Wheels Thursday and when we got home Kristin and the kids were just getting out of their car.  Kristin is going to do a blog on our time together.  It was sooo good.
Friday Scott had surgery which made me uncomfortable in that I felt so unhelpful.  It all went well.  We prayed a great deal this week and will next week when Clark has surgery.

old farm home

Molly turned 9 on Sunday.  It's hard to believe she is that age.  Time goes way too fast.
Sunday we were so surprised to see Matt at church.  He came on his own and stayed for all three meetings.  We have been working with him for several weeks and think he is such a great young boy.  He's 18 and has read the entire Book of Mormon.  He's a very bright boy.  It was fun to have Kristin with us.
Some things I learned in Relief Society:
You can put lipstick on a pig but he still a pig.
If you run around with dogs you'll get fleas.
Look for a guy in the trash and you'll marry trash.
Women fluff, toot or shoot chickens.
A possum is a flat animal that lives in the middle of the road.
In the South you don't have family trees.  You have family vines 'cause they don't split or branch out.
   Second and third cousins are fair game.
   You go to a family reunion to find a husband.
If you don't know someone's name you just say "Sugar or Honey."
You don't push a grocery cart you push a buggy.

I love this place.  I love the people and their instant friendship.

Thurs. April 6th. 1905  In about the middle of the afternoon it commenced raining. About six o'clock we started asking for entertainment (a place to sleep) but every place we would go they would tell us to go to the next place.  We tried it about eleven times and it was getting late so we decided to get into a school house and stay there until morning,  It got quite cold so we cut some wood and made a fire.  Our supper that evening consisted of a Methodist chicken, without body parts or passion.  (they went without)

Gwen Hurst was born Sept. 9, 1910 in Dublan, Chihuahua State, Old Mexico, the 10^th of the 13 children of Arthur and Mary Hurst.  (They were in Mexico because THEIR parents were polygamists who had been driven out of Utah in the 1880’s.)

George, one of the big teenage brothers, pulled aside 8 year old Beth and told her, “Gwen’s the 10^th child, and you know what we do with the 10^th one of everything---10^th chicken---10^th potato—10^th egg---it goes to the Bishop for Tithing.  One of these days we’ll be taking that baby to the Bishop for Tithing.

Poor Bethie!  How she suffered!  She knew it couldn’t be true, but she was too afraid to ask her Mom, and every time she looked at George, he’d wink and say, “Pretty soon now.”

Beth said later when they were old traveling companions, “She’s so bossy, sometimes I think I’d have been lucky if we had sent her off.”

I love my companion.  I hope he doesn't get transferred.

old barn