Dear Family,
When we are little it seems like we wait all year for Thanksgiving and Christmas. Now that we are grown up we still wait all year for Thanksgiving and Christmas. Well Thanksgiving is now officially over, and what a good one it was. It lasted a whole week. As I mentioned on Monday we got to go to the Temple in Memphis with the Sisters from here in Paragould, it was great being with the departing missionaries, most of them we know by sight, some of them we know by name. Elder Breckenridge from Driggs, Idaho still says he will get me a 2T Idaho license plate. Tuesday was our great Thanksgiving Day Dinner following district meeting. That night we went to Greenway, Arkansas for a great Macaroni Dinner with the Cooks. She used three different kinds of cheese, it was delicious, even though we were still stuffed from that afternoon. The elders took seconds, but I noticed our district leader had a hard time making that last bite go down. We were all so stuffed we thought we would never have to eat again. Wednesday I went to the lady barber I used last year when we were in Paragould. She remembered us and even gave Mom a big hug, which surprised her. We visited with a member who had just lost her father and helped out the best we could. Thursday was the official T-day. We were invited to the Kirksey's for dinner at 1:00 pm. We, Danny Van Fleet, Sister Kirksey's brother and sister the Kirksey's granddaughter and great granddaughter were all there. Again we ate till we were going to bust. After Dinner Brother Kirksey took Cowboy and me out to show us all his cars and projects he has going on. His shop has more rooms and spaces than mine. Plus 10 times more tools. he told us when he gets all his projects done he is going to tell the Lord "I am all done and now you can take me". Cowboy said "Wow! you are going to live to be a very old man." The after the relations left we played a rousing game of Phase 10. Wow! is that a long game. Mom won.
Friday we got up and got ready, packed the car and headed out to Louisville, Kentucky. It was a 6 hour drive. But well worth it. We got to see Sharon, Brad, Megan, Ella, Julian, baby Foster and Megan older unmarried sister from Texas, Lindsey. Megan parents were not there because they are Mission Presidents in California. Saturday was Ella's baptism at 11:00 am, their bishop was there plus a lot of ward members, she was also confirmed then. Ella is very sweet and gives everyone big hugs. I questioned her about maybe running out of hugs some day, but she assured me she would never run out of hugs. Julian (who the call JuJu) is a busy little guy, always on the move, and also very concerned about a lot of thing, he looks like a miniture Brad. Foster is a little snuggler, he loves to be held, a lot. Saturday afternoon Brad took us all down to Ohio River in Louisville, there is an old railroad bridge that crosses the river into Indiana. The trains don't cross there anymore, so it has been turned into a people bridge. The tracks have long been removed and it is a cement walkway. It is very high in the air so a large circular walk way leads up to it. Hundreds of people are crossing it all the time. When we got across the bridge and I finally got to some real soil I knelt down and touched the ground. So now I can say I have been in Indiana. We went to a candy store that Brad and Megan always go to. There where also very crowded streets because a Christmas Parade was about to start. so we stayed for the Parade. A man with a huge white dog named Samantha, told me there was a second hand store down the street, so I walked about five or six blocks to the store. They were still open and they had a stack of old license plates. The guy that owns the shop grew up in Bonners Ferry, Idaho, and was very friendly, especially when he found out I was from Idaho. I got 2 Virginia plates, 1 Indiana plate, and two Kentucky plates. It made my day. By the time we got back to the car we must have walked 5 miles. I was a tired boy. Sharon was really tired. On Sunday before church started the Bishop gave me one of his Kentucky license plates, after Sacrament Meeting where Foster was blessed we headed back to Arkansas, getting in about 5:45 pm. Good to be back.
Mom here. There isn't much to add to this except that as we were driving home we had a lot of wind and 72 degrees was the temp. There was a cold front that was pushing through and now we are about maybe 38 degrees and raining. In the part of Kentucky that we were driving through there is mostly Parkways and a Turnpike that we were on. The little city that Brad and Meagan live in was established in 1789. It is a relatively new subdivision but the roads are narrow and twisty. Sharon says it is because they wanted more homes less good streets. The chapel is big, they have two wards and a branch that meet there. According to Brad that there are several churches in the Louisville area and at least three stakes or more in just the area that they are living in.They are trying to find a job closer to home so far nothing. There are about five other LDS dentist who have graduated from dental school so they are thinking of going back to Utah or some place closer and open up a dental office where they all work. I think for what it is worth that they would do better if they found a dentist that was already established. Because some time down the line there could be a lot of friction trying to work together and making the practice work.
Well we are home and glad to be and already back into the missionary mode. We have transfers this week . Apparently we are going to Memphis to pick up a another Sister so there will be a threesome for about a week and a half. We still don't know which areas are going to be closed or who will be put where and I guess we will wait and see just like everyone else.
Well we have related everything that has been going on with us and I have laundry that needs to be finished. Take care and remember there is only 24 days before christmas we hope that you are ready. There is no Christmas music on the radio, we couldn't believe it.
Love
Dad and Mom Grammy and Papa