We hope they call us on a mission!

Meet two darling cousins who are both anxious to serve missions.

They are Vickey (19) on the left and Bibi (21) on the right.

Last Sunday, they went with us across the big Berbice River on the ferry to visit the Rosignol Branch and to visit with...

Roopa (21) who has just turned in her missionary papers.

Here's a look at some of the sights we saw as we drove to the ferry stelling:

Midget furniture movers...

A new recycling center in town...

And a little more of it.

On the ferry we had a little musical entertainment from these ladies who were sharpening up their voices for a Sunday morning concert in their church.

Granny on the right is looking a little stern at this moment as she glares at me and my camera, but I promise you that when I approached her and said I wanted to hear more of their beautiful singing she lit right up with a great big smile for me!

Once again, I visited the primary as I always do.

A couple of the children are showing you how they wiggled during our class!

We sang all my favorite primary songs and I tried my best to liven up each song, including "I Hope They Call Me On a Mission", just like any old clown would.

After church we walked to Roopa's parent's house for some lunch (channa made from garbanzo beans and onions) and passed...

these handsome boys chewing on sugar cane.

With the bark pulled back they were chewing as hard as they could. It's pretty hard on the teeth. I know. I've tried it!

Our visit with Roopa was great. She told them to not let anything keep them from serving if that's what they've decided to do. She said she had had some problems, even a proposal, that had detained her somewhat. She eventually told the boy (probably not a member of the church)that there was only one place she wanted to be married and that was in the temple and that it was important to her to serve a mission first.

On our way back to the ferry, we talked more about missions. Bibi asked me how much it cost to serve a mission and I must admit I panicked a bit. All of the Guyanese people we know are poor. They stuggle just to have the necessities of life such as food and a roof over their heads. I wondered how Bibe and Vickey would ever be able to contribute any money towards serving their missions. I promised them I'd find out.

As we walked and talked we passed some of my favorite friends...

Sleepy Porky... As we passed I heard sighs of delight coming from the trench!

Muddy mama running from one of her several piglets... I heard her scream, "I just can't take another minute of those piglets of mine chewing on me!"

And Papa Harry! I knew he was pausing for a moment to look for a big pile of garbage where he could enjoy lunch!

Notice that most of these friends of mine are close enough for me to reach out and give a little hug! Would I dare?

After we dropped off Bibi and headed toward Vickey's house, we noticed this horsecart had dumped its load in the road as it headed over the wooden bridge. Here you see several men working together to reload the cart.

The horse waited patiently even though noone held it in place.


Ah, good. Every piece is back on the cart and its good to go. We can now pass on through the road with our car.

With a left turn we are almost to Vickey's house to drop him off. These roads are looking pretty good right about now because we haven't had any rain. You should see how muddy they can be to walk through after a good rain!

In the dark one slippery, wet night, my feet went right out from under me and I fell right in the mud and it was all over my skirt. We were late to a family home evening at the home of Jade and Travis so just had to continue walking to their home where Travis washed off my legs and feet from their bucket of water and Jade found her only skirt that was big enough for me to wear. We were back in business and ready for the FHE!

Here is Vickey where we finally dropped him at his home. He lives here with his aunts and cousins. His mom lives in Canada and his dad lives in England. His mom has been trying to get Vickey and his younger sister into Canada ever since she went to Canada for a visit 10 years ago and never returned.

The dream for many Guyanese is to find a way into Canada or the U.S. for them and their families. There must be big groups of them that live in New York, Miami and Toronto, Canada.

Funny thing, our dream come true is to be able to come to Guyana and serve a mission here. We love the Guyanese people and we love sharing with them what we love most...the gospel of Jesus Christ.