Monday, January 26, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
brilliantly colored fireworks.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Germany to India. Arrived in the middle of the night. Long lines in customs but they went fairly fast and we were soon with the Mission President and his wife zooming through the cool night (Bangalore is a high plateau) to the Mission Home for a good nights sleep. The next day started with a wonderful breakfast and lots of talking with our two leaders and then we were driven to the Mission Office where we filled out a lot of forms.
Later some of those forms would be used in registering with the government in Chennai. When that happened we did have a long line and then inside another long line and after the first office another long line and then we were told to come back in three days to find - you guessed it - another long line, but then we were done.
Well, two weeks later we moved to another apartment and had to re register. This next time saying the magic phrase "just change of address" the head guy took us in and did everything himself instead of putting us in a long line. We loved it!
Friday, January 23, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
EpiPen 2-Pak in case the eye swelling moved to the throat,) we waited to board yet one more plane on our way to India.
A friend sheltered us in her spacious home providing us with a cozy suite complete with "chocolates on the pillow." We scurried around Salt Lake City, first buying a new suit and then seeing friends and then we finished with errands that didn't happen in California before we left. A quick stop found us on Temple Square to stand on the fancy stone and brass compass and point our feet East. My friend's husband hosted us royally while my friend was out of town on business. We enjoyed being out to breakfast with their funny and fun children and then my friend and her husband gave us the ultimate care by driving us to the mission training center in Provo. They moved us in even helping to make the bed in our little dorm room that would be our home for five days.
No one could have asked for a better sendoff but during our visit our friends managed to provide the first snow of the season. We remember that chilly air when the temperature soars here in India.
What fun we had saying goodbye to everyone. When it was over we realized there was barely enough time. My brother took us to the San Diego Airport. We were on time, the bags were heavy but we were optimistic. Jumping out of the truck the back of the suit it riped itself. I believe that is how it is said in Spanish. So now we have our first disaster. However, several slacks were packed in the top of a carry on bag. We selected a close match to the suit jacket and so there was our first blessing.
The second blessing: Some of our bags were too heavy. When we left Provo, Utah there was an industrial sized scale so we knew that one bag was eighty pounds. In San Diego and in Salt Lake City a baggage porter just pushed them on through and no questions ever came up. In Chicago and Frankfurt the bags were checked straight through. It wasn't until Bangalore, India and the one hour flight to Chennai that we had to pay for one bag. Definitely has to be a blessing!
optimism to this land of promise.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
who experienced a very different day. There is a tradition in the villages to subdue the cow.
A money prize is given to the man who stops the cow in his frenzy by using only his bare hands. As near as we can tell the prize is not large. The participants seem to be driven by a sense of honor. The scene is a little like the bull run in Spain but many more people are involved and there seems to be more injuries. The "sport " is called jallikattu and it was reported that three died but then the news said last night that eight died. In all 275 were injured. If you are brave look up jallikattu on YouTube, but don't watch the clip to the end. The camera travels in the ambulance and operating room.
May we all be blessed in this new beginning. May leaders be inspired and individuals strengthen. May all men learn to love peace. God Bless American.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Interestingly enough the government was distributing the ingredients for "sweet pongal" from ration shops all over the city. The abundance is there only for some and the rest must stand in line for survival.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
A number of years ago when the world was churning up the thought came about what would you
There was talk about cancelling the breakfast but it was decided to go forward. We met and began our meal with a prayer for our country and those who had given their lives and suffered in the explosions. It was good to be together and support one another.
The breakfast is a tradition and we have been together eight times. The oldest attending was on a ship in Pearl Harbor as World War Two came to Hawaii and the Pacific. The youngest person there was born after we left for India. There are about forty families who gather and everyone on the street is known to someone else and we are happier for this friendship and the feeling of peace that comes with caring.