Dear Family and Friends, January
13, 2014
Woke up at
3:30 am, couldn’t fall back asleep so I got up and read in the Old Testament.
Started into 2 Kings this morning, got to the part about Naaman the leper. Went
back to bed still couldn’t get back to sleep. So instead of looking at the
ceiling and the wall, I’ll get up and start a family letter.
Last
Saturday we had the branch manly dinner. The Elders Quorum President didn’t
like the term manly dinner, so he referred to it as Game Night. Not like a night
of playing games but a night were by we bring food we had shot or acquired, and
fixing it to eat. None of the sister or young ladies were invited, it was just
a man thing. What a wonderful evening it turned out to be. The menu went like:
Fried frog legs, fried alligator tail, fried rattle snake, buffalo roast,
turtle, sword fish, deviled eggs made with potted meat, corn dogs made with
little smokies, macaroni and cheese, and
baked red potatoes. I brought a jello salad made with shredded beets, crushed
pineapple, chopped celery, mayonnaise, sour cream and raspberry jello. I had it
on my first mission and loved it, so I found some recipes on the internet for
it and made up my own concoction and named it Elder Hansen’s Manly Exotic
Salad. I skipped lunch so I would be
good and hungry. And I didn’t waste my time with a baked potato or the macaroni
and cheese. I had some of everything and then went back and had seconds of
everything. What a wonderful meal and evening, some of the brethren wouldn’t
try anything new and different, some only had a baked potato, some only had
macaroni and cheese. It was just a good time eating and teasing each other, we
had about 20 brethren in attendance. I’ll have to admit the next day I had what
Evan refers to a “runny belly”, but it was well worth it, I would certainly do
it again.
It was
announced at church yesterday that they are creating another new stake in
Arkansas, right now we are part of the Memphis North Stake. The new Stake will
be called, I believe, the Searcy Arkansas Stake. In two weeks we are to meet at
Lonoke Arkansas for a special stake conference where the new stake will be
created. I have a feeling we might lose some of our branch leaders as the new
stake is organized. We have some really sharp men that have served a long time
in their present positions. We love the branch here in Paragould, we love the
full time Elder and Sister Missionaries, we have come to love the members and
investigators, and just plain friends we have got to know that are not members or
investigators. We love our apartment and our little branch building. However we
miss home and miss family and friends, we miss grandchildren, we miss the farm,
but we still don’t miss the cold weather in the winter time at home.
We have had just enough cold weather to remind us what it is
like.
Jill sent
an email of a picture of the first and second grade class at the Sunnyside
School 60 years ago. I only went to one year at Sunnyside, because we rented
the house on the Roehl place. Second grade we moved back into town. I think
Jill posted the picture on her website thing. If you see the picture I’ll tell
you who I can remember from my one year there. Front Row: left to right Unknown
Spanish girl, unknown boy, Lonnie Wheeler,
Neil Zaugg, Ronald Jacobs (all 3 my LDS friends), a Caine boy lived in
the Wandery house. Nancy Sue Micheals (Ricky’s older sister and a second
grader), unknown girl, unknown girl. Second Row: Denny Campbell (second grader,
lived the other side of Stodards house
right where the runway is now), unknown girl, unknown boy, Brad Roberts,
another Caine boy, Dee Peterson, Glenna Macomb (Both second graders) Yours
Truly, Mike Carpenter, Steve Eisenbarth, unknown boy. Third Row: Lynn Stone (Alan Stones oldest
brother) , unknown girl, George Kyle (Jack Kyles little brother), Roger
Anderson (second grader, LDS, lived on the Marc Anderson place, his father
built the yellow house that was finally burnt down), unknown girl, unknown boy, Karen Pennington
(Darci Thompson mom & second grader), unknown girl, Arden Dunker (Diane
Jurries’ high school lover), Raleen Jordon, Dale Irons. Our Teacher was Mrs.
Cook I believe. I’m sure Brad knows every person in the picture, he has always
been a people person, I was like Grant Eggli, just tooling around in my own
little world. (I am the youngest one in the picture.)
Thanks for the picture Jill I never
remember having that photo. I went and got some full page Photo Paper and with
the help of Dan, printed up a nice sharp copy. Jill the second picture is Brad
pulling the wagon and Sid is in the back of the wagon, but the other boy is not
Spencer, it must be a friend or neighbor of Brad’s. The building behind the
boys to the right which doesn’t exist any more, I still have dreams about that
building even though I don’t ever remember that building being there. The
picture lets me know the building in my dreams really did exist at one time.
Mom here The jello salad that Dad (made) was really
put together by me. I don’t like every
bowl and spoon is be used and then I have a lot of dirty dishes, so with one
bowl and measuring cup and a spoon I made the salad. I stayed home last Sat.night and worked on
the lesson for Sunday School. But I only
had Lissette and Dad had Floyd and Tyrza so we combined the class. It made Lissette a happy camper. I don’t know what she will do if the General
Authorities send them back to Jonesboro ward.
We are having a warming trend but
that always means that we will have cold weather next. The rain is something that I am used to but freezing
rain not so much.
Tomorrow we go to Searcy for
Specialized Training. We take the
Sisters to the meetings so they can save on miles except this week they are
without a car so we will be going where they go as they will go with us.
We have a birthday visit to make
today. A Sister in the Branch offered to
help me make the birthday cards but they are all sick today and I’m not keen on
getting sick so we will wait until they are well. Last night we had a dinner appointment that
was next to impossible to find in the dark.
None of us had been to Sister Weston’s home so we finally had to text
her to get better instructions on how to find her. I think that we should some time try to find
where we are suppose to go in the daylight so by the time it is dark we know
where to go.
We visited with a Sister on Sat.
that is a less active. She has been in
the temple and has her temple clothes hanging in her closet. But now she is smoking and drinking
coffee. What a disappointment, she knows
that she needs to come back to church.
The thought that popped into my head was that Christ didn’t
necessarily come to bless those that were already righteous, but to help
those who were the back sliders, and sinners.
So that is what I told her. I
know that her heart is being pricked if we can now take advantage of that and
invite her to come back.
Well my dears I need to close. Know that we love you and pray for you.
Love
Dad and Mom, Grammy and
Papa and Elder and Sister Hansen
