Friday, August 7, 2009

Tidbits of Guyana

Do you want to see where we buy our bread?
From VicBibiLeave

Yes, it's from this little stand that is only set up there and open for business between 4:30-8:30 pm. It's a couple of blocks from where we live. The rest of the sister missionaries love the bread, too, and stock up on it when they come to New Amsterdam.

There are little bread stands up and down Main Street every afternoon but this one is my favorite because they sell wheat bread. This lady's husband bakes all the bread each day starting at 6 am and then, she does the selling of it each evening. That's how they make their living. A loaf costs $1.00. I usually buy 5 loaves at a time.

Once when we were in Georgetown, I spotted this gal sitting with her mom on a bench outside the market. I complimented her on her hairdo. It looks pretty cute, right?
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Suddenly, she grabbed her hair and as she lifted it, she squealed, "It's a wig!"

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I was so delighted that I made her repeat her actions so I could share them all with you!

Recently, senior missionaries, Elder and Sister Lingren, moved to Canje. They are just 10 minutes down the road from us. When they mentioned they'd like a washer, we hired the only available transportation, a horsecart, to deliver it.
From VicBibiLeave


After unloading the washer, the horse raised its tail and did you know what right in the middle of their driveway. It was no problem, though, for the driver who quickly scooped up the wet biscuit dough with his hands and carried it off to the weeds! Then, he leaned over and rinsed off his hands in one of the rain puddles in their driveway.

I've learned to never shake hands with horsecart drivers!

This is the building the church has rented where the Bushlot Branch meets.
From VicBibiLeave
I just stepped outside to grab this photo at the end of one of the weekly Book of Mormon firesides we teach to this branch.

If you could see inside, you would find about 30 of them happily playing....
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Yes, it's Musical Chairs. Who says it is a game just for children?

At our firesides on Ammon and the People of Ammon who buried their swords, we had the elders or Roger dig a hole somewhere outside with my biggest spoon to bury the paper swords of the class members. They had written on their swords something they promised Heavenly Father they would always do...or not do!

This is the Rosignol Branch:
From Drop Box
The church rents this building and the Rosignol Branch holds their church meetings in the downstairs. A family lives in the upstairs. The chapel is very spacious inside.

Here they are burying their swords in Rosignol Branch:
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Here is the New Amsterdam Chapel which is owned by the church. It is about 5 short blocks from where we live.
From Drop Box

The building is very small and last week 140 people attended. There must have been a lot of squishing, because there's not room for that many people to have a seat inside without sittting on laps.

And here's the spot found and dug by Roger in New Amsterdam Branch:
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Richard who is in the front of the last photo is 12. The next Sunday his mom tried to get him to stay home from church to take care of his sick younger brother so she could go to church and teach her primary lesson.

Richard said, "I can't stay home from church because I wrote on my sword that I buried that I would always go to church!" Was there a solution to the problem? They all went to church, even the sick younger brother!

Here's a little look at some of the seminary kids at the seminary graduation. There were a lot more but these were the only ones I could coax into my photo.
From VicBibiLeave


The sun is so hot that it is normal for ladies and girls to carry umbrellas to shade themselves. I'm regulary scolded for forgetting my umbrella. Here is our good friend, Radicka, who is the Relief Society President, and her 15 year old daughter, Dolly, whose real name is Christine.
From VicBibiLeave
Noone is called by their real name!

Parbattie is called Nanda, Drupatie is Sunita, Khemwattie is Geeta, Tunisia is Jinny, Hamida is Sherry, Khelawan is Frankie, Rajendra is Bow, Ravindra is Bushman, Satesh is Workman, Somawattie is Samantha, Dhanwattie is Tasha, Jainarine is Gabbar, Yudhistirnauth is Krishna, David is Tall Boy, and on and on. There are some call names that aren't so nice such as Fat Boy, Big Head, Sausage and Cockroach. How'd you like one of those? My favorite is the call name of a young girl in Bushlot who is called Pretti. What woman wouldn't like that one?

I think I'll end with a couple of photos of Elder Bullock just so you know he's still here.
From VicBibiLeave
Yes, he's had a few problems with his face. First it was his lips and now it is his cheeks.

He's looking a lot better now.
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2 comments:

Stan & Isabelle said...

it is so fun to read these stories. loved the laugh from the washer and horse! The youth are beautiful - THANKS!

Derek White said...

Great stories Robin!