There we were, enjoying juicy fillets,
on a Saturday night, when coming down the hall, clanking and banging came this
group of (Temple Missionaries??).
What on earth? Seems they had decided to do a little celebrating of Guy Fox.
Obviously, they had too much time on their hands and too many ideas to create
from. (Did I really end that sentence with a preposition?) Guy Fox was an
ancient character who was want to assassinate members of British Parliament. But—he got caught and burned at the stake,
after he was drawn and quartered. (Not a good thing.) Guy Fox Day is a big deal
over here. Fireworks are set off just like it’s the 4th of July. Big
bon-fires can be found all over the country, where an effigy of Guy Fox is
usually burned. These people really love their bon-fires too. Anyway, several of these sisters hail from
Wales. We love our Welsh sisters!
Sister Adler, our Welsh friend game for anything!
Merthyr gang
They are a fun-loving lot and great teasers,
too. The only problem we ever have with them is that most all Welsh simply
cannot whisper or even talk quietly whilst doing ordinance work in the temple.
I guess it has something to do with the way they distinctly pronounce each
syllable in every word they speak. Their accent is extremely strong. Whispering
is not in their blood. However, we don’t know what we would do without them.
You gotta to love the Welsh! A worker I am training currently gave Niel and me
little Welsh Dragons to wear on our lapels and when I said that I would
probably put them on the English wall I am planning to put up in our
Springville home, she got quite distressed. She said: “Oh, don’t do that. If
you put a Welsh Dragon on an English wall, he will just fly away!” Okay, okay.
Last Sunday, we attended church in the
East Grinstead Ward. We happened to sit on the opposite side of the chapel from
where we usually sit. What a choice experience! There, sitting behind us were
two elderly gentlemen, one of whom, RELISHES the opportunity to really belt out
the hymns. Honestly, he didn’t disappoint us. He sang so loudly that we
couldn’t hear ourselves sing. But that’s not all. He slid from note to note. He
trilled little trills on certain words and actually warbled and scooped his way
through each hymn. It was great! My word, how can a little old man (must be in
his late eighties or early nineties) actually do that? He also attends the
temple every Thursday for the 3:45 session. Oh, by the way, his name is Bro.
Mann. Man o man!
We are preparing for our annual
Thanksgiving dinner to be held next Monday. Thankfully, I have already prepared
and frozen all the rolls. I’ll just have to thaw, raise and bake them on Monday
morning. We will send pictures.
Also, we are going to collect our
little French lady, who we have befriended at the local McDonald’s and bring
her to see the temple and grounds and Visitor Centre. At first, she was
hesitant because she said she wasn’t ready to change her religion. She is a
Scientologist. When we promised her we wouldn’t, she agreed to come. In the
past, she has asked a lot of questions about where the temple is and what we do
there. We’ve given her a Book of Mormon with our testimonies written inside.
So, no pressure. That’s as far as we will go. We’ll send more pictures of that too.
Our friend Fay (Fayrouse) at McDonald's
The prospects of cleaning out our flat
and packing our bags is turning out to be a real test of how two people can
stay happily married and not do each other in. It has been interesting, I might
say, how to get rid of a “lot of stuff”. I dare say that it will happen, one
way or another.
Love to all, Happy Thanksgiving!
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