tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78783321466586785712024-02-18T22:00:00.059-08:00Wayne and Janet in TarawaA record of our LDS mission to Moroni High School, Tarawa, Republic of Kiribati.Wayne and Janet in Tarawahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09245900102381265833noreply@blogger.comBlogger73125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878332146658678571.post-34911806805978288022016-03-02T08:42:00.001-08:002016-03-02T08:47:17.297-08:00Week 76 in Tarawa<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The blog of our last week in Tarawa was delayed because the internet was down over the weekend. So while this blog deals with the last week of February 2016 in Tarawa, I'm actually writing while at home in Ogden, UT. Maybe I'll include a few pictures of our arrival and make this our last blog for Wayne and Janet in Tarawa. This picture was taken on Wednesday, Feb. 24th at the Moroni High School assembly we spoke at. It was hard to hold back tears as we told them to always show their love and to be true to their trust (the school motto).<br />
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On Wednesday evening we were invited for dinner by the Solomone family. From left to right are Isaac, Armine, Tipo, and Samuel. Missing is Leilani, who was conducting the Young Men/Young Women meeting as YW president. Tipo is one of our two Vice-Principals. During the renovation of houses 8 and 9, they were asked to move to house 5, right next to us in house 6. We wish we had gotten to know them better earlier on our mission. They are a wonderful family.<br />
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On Thursday the last two boxes of books sent by our daughter, Janet, arrived. Unlike the first box, these books arrived while school was in session, and the students' delight at the new books surprised us. They were genuinely excited and could hardly wait for the books to be labeled and catalogued so they could check them out to read. While unboxing the books, I saw a biography of Julius Caesar which I read on the spot, much to the chagrin of Sister Sumner.<br />
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The faculty surprised us Friday after school with ANOTHER farewell, this time just for us! The singing, dancing, and food were great even though we felt embarrassed at all the praise they heaped on us. We told them that they must like to see us cry. We turned their praise back at them, telling them that their work and the sacrifices they make each day are just as important as ours, and probably even more so.<br />
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Saturday was spent cleaning, packing, and giving away stuff. On Sunday we were asked to speak again briefly in Sacrament Meeting, bearing our testimonies and saying goodbye for the 7th or 8th time. After church we had Elder and Sister Waldron and Tioromaia, Eutita, and Gloria (asleep on the couch between them) over for a fried chicken dinner. Tioromaia told us it was the first time they had even been invited to dinner by I-matangs (white foreigners), which made us sad. We should have invited them over long ago.<br />
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This is the last sunset we saw in Tarawa. The pastel colors only added to the melancholy we were feeling. We want to hold on to these memories for fear that all our experiences here will become as if they were all just a dream.<br />
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After our last faculty meeting Monday morning, Boutara, the head of our English Department presented Sister Sumner with a Tita, a type of blouse common in Kiribati. The embroidery across the top says "SUMNER".<br />
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At the airport, just as we were about to enter the boarding area, Sister Cross came running up with more gifts, including freshly made garlands to honor us. She is an amazing Kiribati sister who is so proactive in going about doing good. What a great example she is to us and her fellow Kiribati citizens.<br />
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Leaving on the same plane with us were the members of the dental team who volunteer their services for three weeks every year. Under relatively primitive conditions they perform an amazing amount of dental work on the missionaries, prospective missionaries, and the faculty, staff, and students of Moroni. We wish them Godspeed.<br />
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Taking pictures in front of the ATH (telephone/internet company) poster at the airport has become a tradition in the past 3 months.<br />
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We boarded the plane right behind Elders Johnson (left) and Miller (right) who were being transferred to Christmas Island over 2000 miles away.<br />
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Our last picture taken in Tarawa shows the Bonriki International Airport. We hope they continue to upgrade this facility to make it more accommodating for passengers. There's nothing like starting a 27 hour trip covered in sweat!<br />
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Nothing we can say or show you can express the sweetness of the past one and a half years. We have been blessed beyond measure with increased love for each other, for our families, for the people of Kiribati, and for our Savior, Jesus Christ. We see more clearly now than ever before how our many material possessions often keep us from the love of God and of our fellow men. We pray this perspective will keep us determined to serve God and our fellow men all the rest of our lives.<br />
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Seeing Jeramiah, our 4 year-old great grandson, coming running up to us almost before we left the secure area filled our hearts with great joy.<br />
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Being greeted by 30 people holding a giant poster and wearing matching Kiribati T-shirts was also a joyful experience. There was a whole lot of hugging and a few tears as well. Families make life so worthwhile!<br />
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Going to the Provo Tabernacle Temple open house the next day with our daughter, Kim, and her family was a great reminder of the eternal nature of families.<br />
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OK, OK! So I'm hamming it up just a little, but is was really great to have a real salad again!<br />
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<br />Wayne and Janet in Tarawahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09245900102381265833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878332146658678571.post-25703545360979225202016-02-20T20:51:00.002-08:002016-02-20T20:51:14.066-08:00Week 75 in Tarawa<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This week has been filled with giving DIBELS tests to Moroni High School students. The work is hot and sweaty because we are in the classrooms with the teachers and students. I doubt if American teachers would be willing to work in such circumstances. The information from the DIBELS testing will be given to the teachers who will hopefully provide additional help to the low readers. Testing each student takes about 10 minutes, so we can only do 6 or 7 students per 80 minute class. With the teacher, Taanari, and Elder and Sister Sumner all giving tests, we can do most of a small class in one period. Larger classes take 2 periods.<br />
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This picture shows Taanari giving a DIBELS test. She is a returned missionary who helps out around the campus, sometimes working as a substitute teacher as well. This picture shows a typical classroom on our campus. Note the open louver style windows. They are left open during the day to allow cooling sea breezes to blow through the classrooms. Unfortunately, they also allow insects and noise into the classrooms.<br />
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One of our school goals is to have every student pass their National and Regional Exams at the end of the school year. One of the things our new principal has started to help reach that goal is providing 2 hour-long study halls 3 times per week on Tuesday and Thursday evenings and on Saturday afternoon. Two teachers are assigned to be at these study halls on a weekly rotating basis. This means that about once every 10 weeks, teachers are required to put in an additional 6 hours besides their regular teaching and contract hours. This would not go over well in the U.S. I think.<br />
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This is one of our math teachers, Maerere, teaching during a study hall. Since I taught math in high school, I have been very interested in observing the math classes here. They learn exactly the same things I taught in algebra 2, pre-calculus, and geometry in Utah. They also learn 1st year calculus. These students, however, take their math classes more seriously than their American counterparts.<br />
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Boutara is teaching English during the study hall session, which lasts from 7 to 9 p.m. on Tuesdays and Thursdays. She is our English Head of Department (HOD), and one of the teachers who earned her BYUH teaching certificate while we were here. As we have given hundreds of DIBELS tests to the Moroni H.S. students, we understand what a great challenge she and the other English teachers face. While most students can decode English words reasonably well, they understand only poorly what they read. I wish reading and reading comprehension were taught here as a separate course to give students more exposure to the English language.<br />
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On Wednesday, February 17th, our last Zone Conference was held. As usual, the senior sisters put together a wonderful meal for about 40 people. From left to right are Sisters Jenks, Waldron, Olson, and Sumner. Their cooking is as beautiful as their smiles.<br />
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Here they are hard at work. Notice the use of plastic gloves!! We had to ask for them to be brought from New Zealand since we couldn't find any store in Tarawa that sold them. Sister Olson, in the read dress, used to be a kitchen manager for a school lunchroom, so she is a natural when it comes to organizing these things. With Sister Alldredge's departure last week, and after we leave next week, they'll be down to three sisters left to do the cooking.<br />
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Chow time! Ladies first, of course.<br />
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Even though we had chairs enough for everyone, many still choose to eat on the floor the Kiribati way.<br />
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After the lunch, missionaries departing before the next zone conference were given the opportunity to bear their testimonies. This is always a tearful time but richly filled with the Spirit.<br />
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Thursday evening the candidates for the Counseling Certificates presented a fireside for parents to make them aware of all the helps available from the counseling department. This picture was taken just before we started. Fortunately we had more come as the program progressed.<br />
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On Friday I was asked by the group of volunteer dentists who are here to wire up a transformer so they could operated their 120 Volt AC electric dental chairs on 240 Volts AC. Earlier I was able to help them figure out how to get an air compressor working properly. I had to smile when Wayne Chisholm, one of the volunteer dentists called me "McGyver"<br />
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Saturday afternoon we were invited to join President and Sister Weir and the other departing missionaries for a lovely brunch and farewell meeting. After the meal, we listened to a marvelous talk by Jeffery R. Holland, "The First Great Commandment", that he gave at the October 2012 General Conference. It was a powerful witness of the Savior and His mission and what it means to love the Lord with all our heart, might, mind, and strength. We again shared testimonies and felt the power of the Spirit.<br />
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Our week ended, as so many do, with a sweet baptismal service. The Elder on the left, Elder Iera, is getting ready to leave for the MTC, but in the meantime, is doing splits with the full time missionaries. We are so very proud of him. He is a wonderful young man whom we got to know quite a bit last year when he served as the class president and Salutatorian.<br />
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Here Beretemwa (Elder Iera) delivers a talk on baptism in the maneaba right next to the ocean where the baptism was performed. We will truly miss the bright young faces and testimonies of the elders and sisters and their new converts. The Lord is pouring out his spirit on these people.<br />
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Yesterday we were all invited to view a live presentation of the cultural program prepared fort the rededication of the Fiji Temple. The program was cut short and many who had prepared did not have a chance to perform. They were anxious to get people home before the curfew enacted because of Cyclone Winston arriving. We followed the progress of the storm on the computer, wondering if they would have to postpone the dedication. As the cyclone touched land, it turned and went another direction, sparing Suva from the worst of the storm. Many will say that it was just a chance of nature because of the mountains on the land,. We, however, believe that it was another small miracle sent by the Lord so that the dedication could proceed. "The winds and waves still know the voice of Him who ruled them while he dwelt below."<br />
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<br />Wayne and Janet in Tarawahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09245900102381265833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878332146658678571.post-85778748792356703982016-02-14T02:02:00.002-08:002016-02-14T02:02:58.677-08:00Week 74 in Tarawa<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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While our days this past week have been filled with DIBELS testing of English students (boring!), our evenings have been filled with farewells. On Monday, prep day, the young elders and sisters prepared a farewell program for Sister Alldredge and us. We, meaning the senior missionaries, in turn prepared a wonderful pizza dinner for them.<br />
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This is the cake they had made for us. They also made a separate cake for Sister Alldredge, but I couldn't get it to download.<br />
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Here we are, in the maneaba, with many of the young elders and sisters who bid us farewell.<br />
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On Tuesday evening the Moroni Ward held a combination welcome and farewell dinner. We welcomed the dentists who have come as volunteers to fix and clean our teeth, and bid farewell to Sister Alldredge and us.<br />
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On Wednesday evening the Moroni High School teachers, administrators and staff held a farewell for Sister Alldredge and us, inviting all the senior missionaries to participate. The singing, dancing, and food was excellent, although the final farewell song brought tears to many eyes.<br />
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Thursday morning, Janet and I drove Sister Alldredge to the airport, where the other senior couples joined us in wish her a fond and tearful farewell. When you work so closely together for so long, you become lifelong friends. We look forward to staying close friends upon our return home in two weeks. This picture was taken in front of a telephone company ad poster which had a picture of people raising their hands in the air. We thought it made a wonderful effect.<br />
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On Thursday afternoon, Elder Waldron took me to visit the bouilla of Tioromaia, Iutita, and their infant daughter, Gloria Richard. About a year ago, we and Elder and Sister Rasmussen donated some money to help them put a new roof on their home to keep it dry for their new baby. They are very proud of their home, but Americans would see it as little more than a shack. They have no electricity, no running water, and no gas. They cook outdoors over an open wood fire on top of a car tire rim. They have no way to secure their possessions when they leave home, and often find things missing when they return. In the U.S., they would be considered the poorest of the poor, yet I would dare say they are happier and more content than most Americans.<br />
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On Saturday afternoon, we were invited to meet some of the people who are here searching for the lost remains of marines who died in the Battle of Tarawa. It was touching to hear their stories of grateful relatives of the dead soldiers whose remains they have recovered. There are still around 500 soldiers listed as missing from that battle which took place in November of 1943.<br />
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We were asked not to photograph the remains which were being prepared to be returned to the U.S. for burial, but were allowed to take picture of some of the other items that have been dug up. Shell casings, helmets, rusted pistols and rifles, and empty coke bottles were some of the items on these shelves. All in all, it was a fascinating and humbling experience to learn of these young men who gave their lives for our country. We hope to arrange an assembly presentation by these folks for our Moroni High School students.<br />
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We had the missionaries over Sunday afternoon to rehearse for the musical fireside that evening. I had to prepare accompaniments for 7 numbers, most of which I was not familiar with, and one of which had only a recording to go off of. But I enjoy doing that, as everyone who knows me knows.<br />
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We didn't get a really good picture of the fireside itself, but this picture shows many of the young elders and sisters who participated. One of the sisters was in tears at the rehearsal just minutes before the performance, but she braved her fears and was able to perform her song. We were very proud of her.<br />
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What would Valentine's Day be without pink, heart-shaped pancakes? We feel that serving the Lord on this mission has brought us closer together than we have ever felt before. The unity of our purpose in serving here has strengthened the unity of our marriage. It's great to still be in love after 46 years!!!<br />
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<br />Wayne and Janet in Tarawahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09245900102381265833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878332146658678571.post-90819652474194477912016-02-07T03:25:00.004-08:002016-02-07T03:25:56.270-08:00Week 73 in Tarawa<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Last Monday, February 1st, on the young elders and sisters P-Day, I spent some time rehearsing musical numbers with Sister Tanuvasa and Elder Ah-to for the fireside scheduled for Sunday, February 7th. I've also been asked to speak. It is a joy to hear them sing, they both have such beautiful voices.<br />
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On the same Monday, Michael Carthew, the Pacific Area School director, presented Bwenaua with her ITEP Teaching Certificate. We are so happy for her. She started taking our classes when she was a long term sub, but was then hired as a permanent teacher.<br />
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Tuesday evening we had a welcoming dinner with all the senior missionary couples for Elder and Sister Henderson. They are the new ITEP supervisors over all the ITEP couples serving in the Pacific Area. This was their first ever visit to Kiribati. From left to right: Elder and Sister Henderson, Elder and Sister Jenks, Sister Olson, Sister Alldredge, Elder Olson, Sister and Elder Waldron, and Sister Sumner.<br />
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As we drove them around to see some of the sights on Tarawa, we got stuck behind one of the hand-powered wheelchairs the church provides for some of the diabetes victims on the island.<br />
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We took them to visit several of the chapels here, all of which have amazing scenic views of the ocean.<br />
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They were amazed at the beauty of the island...<br />
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...and also amazed at the poverty. This picture shows a "bouilla", a home that so many of the people build for themselves to live in.<br />
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Tuesday was the opening assembly for the first day of school. In this picture, taken from where we were seated on the podium, you see our new principal, Banririe, addressing the student body.<br />
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On Thursday, we drove the Henderson's to the airport for their return flight to Fiji and Auckland, New Zealand.<br />
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Friday night we went on a group date to eat at the "Pacific Chinese Restaurant". Their food and service was the best we've had on Tarawa, although their facility left much to be desired.<br />
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On Saturday, February 6, our 46th anniversary, we were invited to attend another baptism in the ocean behind our apartment. This picture shows everyone gathering under the tree and along the fence to watch.<br />
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We've gotten to know the Zone Leaders, Elder Miller on the left and Elder Ah-to on the right because we see them so frequently. They often come to us for missionary needs since I keep the petty cash for the mission.<br />
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I think we will never tire of witnessing baptisms in such beautiful surroundings.<br />
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This afternoon we were visited by Tioromaia, Eutita, and Gloria, who is just learning to walk. She is still very shy around us, but at least we were able to get her to smile on this visit. She turns 1 year old tomorrow, February 8th.<br />
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Their visit was a short visit because Elder Sumner was asked to speak at a missionary fireside in Bikenibeu. He spoke of the subject of Service. He quoted from a talk given by Elder Marion Romney in 1976 in which he said that service is not just something we do to prepare for entrance in the Celestial Kingdom. Service is the very fiber of Celestial existence and is the source or God's happiness as well as our own. We are grateful to be able to serve here and hope that this pattern will continue for the rest of our mortal lives.<br />
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This week has been busy getting ready for the start of school on Monday, February 1st. This is a picture of Michael Carthew teaching an all day workshop for the Moroni HS faculty. He is the Director of Pacific Area schools. Also teaching was Bruce Andreason, Area Director of Facilities. I remember as a teacher always wishing there were less meetings and more time for preparation, but this presentation moved quickly and was, I thought, very interesting and useful to our teachers, especially the part about coming to work on time!<br />
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Sister Sumner helped Aneta, our school nurse, prepare a PowerPoint presentation to familiarize our new students with the services she offers. They had fun with a student pretending to be sick with various aches and pains such as a tooth ache, a headache, and a stomach ache.<br />
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Open sores often get infected and become boils if not treated early, as we learned firsthand about a year ago. Here, Aneta demonstrates how to keep a sore protected with a wrapping.<br />
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Sister Sumner's regular walking companion, Sr. Jenks, left for Christmas Island, so I agreed to walk with her one morning. We stopped in front of the CoralAce store for this picture, which doesn't begin to capture the delicate shades of pink in the sunrise.<br />
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Here's the store mentioned in the picture above. We shop here frequently because it's close and has a nice selection of food and goods.<br />
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On the way back from our morning walk, I happened to see this beautiful garden. We went back later in the day and asked if we could buy some of the leaf lettuce (some call it leaf cabbage). They sold us three heads for $2.50 AUD each.<br />
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After pulling up the lettuce by the roots, they washed off the dirt, trimmed off the roots, and put them in plastic bags. It doesn't get any fresher than this! Notice the bouilla where they live: a palm frond roof, a floor, and no walls. Many on this island live like this, cooking over an open wood fire and bathing in the ocean. Their fresh water comes from rain saved in large plastic tanks or from shallow wells where the fresh water floats on top of the salt water below. It really is like camping out all the time!<br />
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These are shells we are shipping home as reminders of our stay in Kiribati. The large brown pointed shell in the top row was a gift to us from Tioromaia. Others we collected during our adventures to various places on the island.<br />
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Sister Sumner captured this dramatic view of an approaching rain storm (on the right) during low tide. The weather changes rapidly just like it does in Utah, although we never get snow! We've had some really torrential rain lately, but fortunately, no flooding.<br />
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Here I am presenting the first box of books our daughter sent for our school's library. Marinoa is our school librarian.<br />
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Marinoa was delighted with the kinds and variety of books. We counted 55 books in this first shipment.<br />
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We asked Marinoa, and she thought it would be nice to make a note in each book to acknowledge our daughter as the donor. We realize there were many donors, but hers is the only name we know, and she was the one that came up with this idea and put the effort all together. THANKS, JANET!<br />
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The circuit breaker for the lights in our apartment failed, so I replaced it. No one was electrocuted in the making of this repair! Locally, most people would never do this themselves, but in the states, homeowners commonly do this kind of minor maintenance.<br />
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Friday night we went with the other senior couples and our guests from New Zealand to Mary's Restaurant. Much to our amusement, we watched the cat, which had been prowling around our feet, sneak up onto this table to eat the left over food. Sorry it's so hard to see. The cat is on the table right in the middle of the picture.<br />
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This afternoon (Sunday, Jan. 31st), Tioromaia (right), Eutita (left), Abiete, and Gloria (nursing in Eutita's lap) came by to watch the Pacific Area Plan video. He had received it on a flash drive, but had no way to watch it since they don't have a computer.<br />
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Gloria, on the left, turns 1 on February 8th. We remember when she was born and given the name Gloria Richard, after Elder and Sister Rasmussen who served here just before us. Abiete and Gloria are both holding some toys that Sister Sumner gave them from a box sent to the Weir's by their families. Children here rarely have what we would call toys. They mostly make their own toys out of stuff left laying around like old tires, empty cans, and tree branches.<br />
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We have had time this week to reflect on the past 17 months. We are often praised for the "sacrifices" we made in order to come and serve the people here. We realize, however, that what many call sacrifices are insignificant in light of the great blessings that have been poured out on us. As King Benjamin said, the more we try to serve Him, the more he blesses us, and we will forever be in His debt. In the Lord's service, we cannot make any sacrifices too great, because the reward of Eternal Life is the greatest gift our Father in Heaven can give us.<br />
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<br />Wayne and Janet in Tarawahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09245900102381265833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878332146658678571.post-18902403898464483982016-01-24T01:40:00.002-08:002016-01-24T01:40:53.802-08:00Week 71 in Tarawa<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This past week was filled with preparations for teaching and preparations for being taught. The Pacific Area director of TVET (Technical and Vocational Education and Training), Ameet, along with the Fiji National University Director of TVET, Satendra, visited our school to train our TVET teachers and to do a presentation for the whole faculty. We were invited to a very nice dinner Wednesday evening with the administrators and TVET teachers at the George Restaurant in Betio.<br />
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We think the students here will be delighted to read these great books. It's hard to see, but the set of books on the front left of the couch is the complete Harry Potter series. We hope the other boxes come soon since school starts on February 1st.<br />
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Thursday evening a Kiribati Cultural Night was held for our visiting Seventy, Elder Tukuafu. He will preside over the Stake Conference Saturday and Sunday, when the Tarawa East Stake will be split to create the North Tarawa District.<br />
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These men are seated around a large wooden platform used as a drum. It makes a deep, resonating boom that can be heard all over campus. As I listened to the practices from our apartment, the boom of the drum was a very compelling call to come. I can imagine the natives calling villagers all over the island with a drum like this.<br />
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Sister Baldwin is standing next to the ceremonial roasted pig. President Banemoni told me that it is not a celebration without a pig. Actually, the meat tends to be a bit undercooked and tough. When they call it the fatted pig, there is a reason. There is a large layer of fat all around the meat.<br />
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These young girls are putting on their costumes and practicing their poses outside the administration building before the event.<br />
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You can see that the flower garlands have already been presented as these girls dance in two different styles of grass skirts. I spoke with a sister about the grass skirts once. She told me of the work and care that goes into each skirt. It takes about a month to complete all of the steps involved in the making of it, and then hours of care to carefully store and take it out of storage. We always think they put these programs on so effortlessly, but in reality many hours of work go into each one. They gather the flowers from all over the Island and carefully weave them into the garlands. The practicing for the dance and singing started about 7:00 on Tuesday and lasted until 11:00. Then some had a 40 minute ride home. All the time the children were there playing and running throughout the campus.<br />
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Friday night after we returned home from eating out with the other seniors, this group of zone leaders stopped by. We shared our hoarded ice cream bars with them. We enjoy getting to know the young missionaries better.<br />
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Saturday was taken up with conference meetings. The priesthood session was from 10:00 to 12:00 and the adult session started at 1:00. We invited the missionaries over for PB&J sandwiches in between sessions or they would have had nothing to eat.<br />
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We have a great group of missionaries. Elder Kitchen told us that he was showing his love for us by drinking out of a red cup. I said, "Don't do that for us, we're BYU fans." He kept the cup anyway.<br />
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As we mentioned earlier, our stake conference was presided over by Elder Tukuafu of the Seventy. His purpose was to divide the East Stake and organize a new District. We were thrilled when the District President was called and was Peter who was the school maintenance person who recently left to start his own business. He still does all of the building maintenance and repair for our campus, but now, as a contractor, he can manage his own hours and take on other jobs as he chooses. He will be a great District President. He has the challenging job of growing the District into a Stake. This area is growing and so are hopes to one day be the site of a new temple.<br />
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Wayne and Janet in Tarawahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09245900102381265833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878332146658678571.post-85128491549804173852016-01-16T22:53:00.000-08:002016-01-16T22:53:38.284-08:00Week 70 in Tarawa<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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For my birthday this past week, Sister Sumner baked me a cherry pie! (She can bake a cherry pie, quick as you can wink an eye; she's a young thing and cannot leave her mother.) The 2 cans of pie cherries were purchased in Australia during our trip there last month since they're not available on Tarawa. In this picture she's rolling out the crust.<br />
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Now that the filling is in, she's rolling out the top crust. Notice how cleverly she uses a baking sheet to keep the crust from sticking to the rolling pin. In the picture above, I had her remove the baking sheet to show the dough she was working on.<br />
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With the heart cut out on top (true love), the pie is ready for the oven.<br />
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Here I am, cutting the pie into 9 slices for our senior couple family home evening treat.<br />
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Lighting the candles.<br />
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Getting ready to blow out the candles after everyone sang Happy Birthday accompanied by me on the piano, just like at home!<br />
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These are 5 of my pie eating assistants. From left to right: Sister Waldron, Elder Waldron, Elder Jenks, Sister Jenks, and Sister Alldredge.<br />
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The other 2 pie eating assistants are Elder and Sister Olson. Note the piano I've borrowed from the choir room during the school break. The pie maker and birthday boy are in the background.<br />
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We taught EDU 430 Classroom Management in the TALL lab each day this past week from 8 a.m. to 1 p.m. We had 6 students, but 2 of them were taking the class for professional development rather than BYUH Teaching Certificate credit. What you can't hear in this picture is the jack hammer breaking up the concrete porch in front of houses 8 and 9 just outside the room.<br />
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Aneta, our school nurse, Miiran, our music/choir teacher, and Tereke, our carpentry teacher, are hard at work during class.<br />
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So are Tipo (left) and Kevin (right). Tipo is one of our Vice Principals and Kevin is our new computer science teacher.<br />
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Each day Sister Sumner provided a nice snack to break up the 5 hour long class.<br />
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On Wednesday, however, the class members turned the tables and brought me a birthday cake.<br />
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So once again everyone sang Happy Birthday and I had to blow out some more candles. I know it's a tough job, but it's only once a year.<br />
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I requested spaghetti for my birthday dinner, and once again, Sister Sumner came through. Yumm!<br />
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On Saturday we went with Sister Alldredge to visit some sister apartments. Sister Tiatia, seated on the bed, has been fighting a cold. Although the picture is small and hard to see, you get an idea of the living conditions the young elders and sisters endure. You can see the mosquito netting above the bed.<br />
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The tap water in their apartment was not working, so they collect rain water off the roof and use it for drinking as well as washing. It's amazing they're not sick more often than they are.<br />
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This is the view behind one of the sister apartments. It's so idyllic and yet so poverty stricken.<br />
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Saturday afternoon we had a baptism on campus. All four youngsters are from different families. Some were taught by the sisters and some by the elders.<br />
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I thought about cropping this picture to better show the baptism, but instead wanted you to get a feel for the vastness of the surrounding ocean.<br />
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The baptism was supposed to start at 5 p.m., but we had to wait for one of the baptism candidates to show up. We actually started the baptismal service around 6:30. That gave me about an hour and a half to play prelude music. During that time, I worked up a musical number with Elder Ah-to, who has a beautiful singing voice. He sang "I'm trying to be like Jesus". As the evening wore on while we waited, we had a beautiful sunset, which accounts for the pink colored windows behind me.<br />
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Sister Sumner took this picture looking west out of the chapel windows, but it doesn't begin to show the wonderful colors.<br />
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The elders and sisters finally finished the New Year's puzzle this week. We were able to help some, but they did most of the work. Try as I might, I could not get the blogger program to load this picture correctly. The original really is right side up. I even tried making the original upside down, and it still wouldn't load it correctly. Oh well. It's getting late, so you'll just have to stand on your heads to see it right.<br />
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Janet and I were both asked to speak in sacrament meeting today, Sunday January 17th, in addition to her teaching the Relief Society Lesson and me teaching the Sunday School lesson. She spoke about the Area Plan regarding honoring the Sabbath Day at home as well as at church. I spoke about the Area Plan goal of seeking the blessings of the temple. It was a spiritual feast for us both to prayerfully consider what we could say to touch their hearts and lift their spirits. We felt the spirit as we delivered our messages and taught our lessons. Doing what the Lord asks us to do is never a burden if we do it with the spirit of the Holy Ghost. We've had a Sabbath Day that was truly a delight, as Elder Nelson said in a recent conference talk.<br />
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Wayne and Janet in Tarawahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09245900102381265833noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878332146658678571.post-42967222848873144772016-01-09T23:44:00.000-08:002016-01-09T23:44:34.316-08:00Week 69 in Tarawa<br />
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Flowers and flowering trees are in bloom year round in Kiribati. We wonder if we have started taking the beauty around us for granted.<br />
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The only flowers left on this tree are the ones that are high enough to be out of reach of the girls who pick them to put in their hair.<br />
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We don't know what kind of tree this is beside our Moroni High School Maneaba, but we call it the climbing tree because of all the children we often see climbing in it.<br />
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Another tree behind the maneaba about to be covered in white blossoms.<br />
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This is the same coconut grove seen above from a different perspective. It is one of our favorite places to stroll alongside the ocean.<br />
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This is a baby Pandanus tree. If you look carefully, you can see a Pandanus fruit growing near the bottom right hand corner. Local people break the large pod apart and chew on the individual segments but don't actually eat them.<br />
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These are the pink and white flowers growing on the bushes right in front of our apartment. In the evenings around sunset they put out a most fragrant aroma.<br />
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When the tide is out, the sound of the breakers is much softer.<br />
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But we can still hear them rolling in and crashing on the barrier coral reef farther out. Unfortunately, this picture doesn't show the distant breakers very well.<br />
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After our Sacrament Meeting, Sister Sumner took this picture of the missionaries. Given the difficulties of their living and working conditions, they look amazingly good, don't you think?<br />
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Iotua Tune taught our Priesthood Lesson.<br />
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Sister Cross taught the Relief Society lesson.<br />
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Elder Sumner taught the Sunday School lesson. You'd think Sister Sumner could have at least taken a picture of me smiling!<br />
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Our last picture for today is of me slicing the banana bread and the French bread (in the foreground) that Sister Sumner baked yesterday. I hope she keeps on baking bread even after we return home, although that will certainly not help my diet any!<br />
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We hope this blog hasn't been too boring. Many of our blogs only highlight the occasional outside and unusual activities we are involved in. Truth be told, most of our daily activities are very routine, although I would NOT call them boring. Being called as full time missionaries colors all of our daily activities whether they are routine or not. The name plaques we wear serve as a constant reminder to everyone we meet that we represent Jesus Christ and His restored church. While it is a solemn and sacred responsibility, it is one that fills our lives with joy and happiness none the less.<br />
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December 27th, the Sunday after Christmas, was filled with wonderful activity. I was asked to accompany a musical number by Taanari in the Bikenibeu 1st Ward. After I arrived, however, I was asked to play the music for the Sacrament Meeting which happened to include the Primary Program! While I couldn't understand what they were saying in Kiribati, I could feel the Spirit. I had wonderful flashbacks of playing for many Primary programs, including those I did as a child back in our Austin, Minnesota Branch.<br />
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Sometimes teachers have to hold and help their Primary class members, just as they do in the states. It's hard to see in the picture, but the Tarawa Lagoon is just a few feet from the windows of the Bikenibeu Chapel.<br />
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After returning to our own Moroni Ward, we had a joint Relief Society/Priesthood lesson taught by the Bishop introducing the Pacific Area vision and goals for 2016. Following the lesson we had a wonderful meal provided by the Relief Society. Sister Sumner can be seen just behind the middle girl in the front.<br />
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Even the Primary children joined our feast. Since the Moroni Ward is a student ward, we have very few children. During December and January, when school is out between school years, most of our students go home, resulting in very small classes. Sister Sumner still insists on calling the months between school years "summer vacation"!<br />
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I spent several days rehearsing "O Holy Night" with Taanari (left) and her brother Tawesa (right) for the New Years Eve program. While school was out, I borrowed one of the choir room pianos for our apartment so I could play Christmas music at home.<br />
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Here we are performing "O Holy Night" on New Years Eve. Both Taanari and Tawesa have beautiful voices that blend well. Our new principal, Banririe, who is also a member of the stake presidency, can be seen seated on the podium.<br />
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After the program in the chapel, we went out to the basketball court to see the beautiful decorations they had been putting up all afternoon in the hot sun.<br />
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While waiting for the wards to perform their numbers on the basketball court, we found ourselves swamped by children eager to shake the hands of "Imatangs" (white strangers). Sister Sumner got out her tin of mints and started passing them out, but she had to tell them, in Kiribati, "Only One". I was impressed that she had learned to say that.<br />
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Some of the missionaries from nearby areas were invited to come. Just as the local people do, they ate sitting on the ground in a circle. The locals usually have thin hand woven mats to sit on, however.<br />
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After the midnight count down, the kissing, handshaking, and Happy New Year greetings, everyone danced in the Cultural Hall. We were chased indoors by a brief rainfall which cooled the ocean breezes nicely.<br />
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New Year's Day the senior missionary couples set off on an adventure to broken bridge on the island of Abatoa, just as we did about a year ago. We and the Waldron's wanted to show our new couples, the Jenk's and the Olson's some of the more primitive and beautiful places in North Tarawa. This picture shows the sisters riding a small canoe across the gap between Buota and Abatoa islands. When the tide is low, we walk across, as we did returning, but when the tide is high, it's much more pleasant to take the boat, especially for those like Sister Sumner who are short and don't swim well.<br />
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We walked past the primary school, Mamatannana, on our way to broken bridge. What a fun name to say! The motto on the sign says "Struggle hard for a better life." It took us a minute to figure out the image on the sign, though. At first we thought it might be a Hermit Crab, but then someone realized it is a sprouting coconut! How appropriate for this island which has a large coconut plantation on it.<br />
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Here's a picture showing most of the school. Can you even imagine attending an elementary school like this? In front of the classrooms are rows of suspended 2 liter bottles filled with water with a stick attached to each bottle. The children step on the stick to tip the bottle to pour water on their hands when they wash. Our kids have no idea how nice their schools are compared to other countries in the world.<br />
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We had to stop and take a picture of this "high tech" bouilla. Notice the power pole and power line running to the solar panel on the bouilla's roof.<br />
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At last, we made it to broken bridge, where we rested and ate snacks and drank ice water in a wonderfully cooling ocean breeze. I carried 4 bottles of water in my backpack, 2 of which were frozen to keep the others cold. They were wrapped inside 2 towels to keep them from melting too fast during the hike.<br />
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Here we are in our P-day clothes, walking along a quiet beach in one of the most beautiful places on Earth. I was going to crop the picture so you could see our faces better, but I really wanted you to see the background more than us. Besides, you already know what we look like. We will truly miss this corner of God's creation when we return from our mission on February 29th. We want to make the most of our last days here as we prepare to teach our final classes at Moroni High School. We have felt the Spirit of the Lord working to bless the people of this tiny island nation, and have grown to truly love them as we serve them.<br />
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As you consider your personal New Year's Goals, we would like to share the goals of the Pacific Area:<br />
1. Honor the Sabbath Day at home and at church.<br />
2. Increase spiritual and temporal self-reliance.<br />
3. Hasten the work of salvation.<br />
4. Seek the blessings of the temple.<br />
As we have written down our goals for the coming year, we realize how important our families are to us and to our Heavenly Father. We pray this year will bring blessings and joy to each of you.<br />
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<br />Wayne and Janet in Tarawahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09245900102381265833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878332146658678571.post-91224380587772292102015-12-27T01:58:00.000-08:002015-12-27T01:58:06.440-08:00Week 67 in Tarawa<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This has been a busy week culminating in a wonderful Christmas. We started out the week by FINALLY putting up some Christmas lights in our front window. I wouldn't call it nagging, but Sister Sumner had to remind me several times that Christmas was getting closer every day!<br />
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On Monday, December 21st, the Service Center held a "Vendor's Fair". We hadn't planned on being involved, but several of the choir members came over asking if they could borrow the piano I had borrowed over the school break from the choir room. After I delivered and set up the piano, they asked if I could play for them. How can I turn down accompanying Christmas carols the week of Christmas. Then they asked us if we would like to participate in the Vendor's Fair and join them for lunch afterwards. That and our Family Home Evening pretty much took up the entire day and evening.<br />
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On Tuesday, as I was repairing the broken music stand on the chapel piano again, I heard mewing coming from underneath the pulpit. I reached under and found this kitten that was quite hungry because the chapel had been locked up and the mother cat had been unable to get in to feed it.<br />
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I tried to feed it some cow's milk, but it obviously wanted nothing to do with it.<br />
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Finally, I asked the guards to find the momma cat (we call it the cripple cat because it limps on a badly broken hind leg and has only a raw stump of a tail). After a few sniffs, she picked up the kitten and took it elsewhere on the campus to feed it.<br />
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Christmas wouldn't be Christmas without Sister Sumner's famous cinnamon twists and English toffee. We prepared gifts like this for each of the other senior missionaries, including President Weir, who will be here over Christmas. Sister Weir is resting back at the mission home in Majuro recovering from foot surgery after breaking her foot.<br />
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While delivery some of the English toffee and cinnamon twists, we spent too much time visiting. By the time we returned to our apartment, we found the last batch of cinnamon twists baked just the way I like them!<br />
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On Wednesday evening, we got together to stuff Christmas bags with goodies for the young elders and sisters.<br />
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On Thursday evening, Christmas Eve, we got together and decorated gingerbread men and brownie Christmas trees.<br />
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Elder and Sister Waldron had quite the artist touch with their improvised bags of colored frosting.<br />
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We all thought they turned out very professionally.<br />
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Our Christmas day started at 7 a.m. with sisters coming over to use our phone and computer to visit with their families on other nearby Pacific islands. Elders and sisters from the U.S. had to wait until Saturday to make their Skype calls because we are 17 hours ahead of the states.<br />
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Sister Sumner put to work some of the sisters who were waiting their turns to call. She also cooked a few dozen pancakes for breakfast for the hungry sisters as well as 48 hamburgers for the missionary lunch scheduled for noon.<br />
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Here we are feeding the hungry elders and sisters. While there weren't 5000, and we started with more than 2 loaves and 5 fishes, it was still a miracle.<br />
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While there was not a single flake of snow, we still had a white Christmas. In the afternoon of the 24th, we had 14 baptisms.<br />
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While it's hard to see in the picture, the breakers rolling in kept knocking the young girl about to be baptized off her feet, so another elder went out to help steady her.<br />
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We had quite a crowd of both members and nonmembers come to watch. This picture shows the unfortunate polluted condition of many of the beaches on Tarawa.<br />
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Here's another picture of the elders and sisters enjoying American style hamburgers and macaroni salad for their Christmas lunch.<br />
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This is a picture of the senior couples along with our mission president, President Weir, front center. We were disappointed that the chief organizer of our missionary lunch, our mission nurse, Sister Alldredge, fell ill on Christmas day and missed the lunch. From left to right in the front row are Sister Jenks, Sister Sumner, President Weir, Sister Olson, and Sister Waldron. From left to right in the back row are Elder Jenks, Elder Sumner, Elder Olson, and Elder Waldron.<br />
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Right after the lunch, I set up my computer and projector and we all watched a movie called Freetown, about some elders in Africa who had to flee for their lives from a civil war. In this picture, however, we see the results of a "Hunger Games" style water fight. It was great fun to watch everyone running around like crazy but enjoying getting soaked anyway.<br />
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On Sunday, December 27th, I was asked to accompany a musical number at the Bikenibeu 1st Ward. As it turned out, I played the piano for the whole sacrament meeting, including the Primary program. While I had no idea it was happening, I think the Lord did, and I was as grateful as they were to be able to provide piano accompaniment.<br />
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After our Sacrament Meeting this afternoon, the Moroni Ward had a nice dinner for everyone. With school being out for the break, we only had about 40 people attend today.<br />
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In retrospect, we have had a wonderful Christmas. While there was only the simplest of gift giving, and no Christmas shopping to speak of, we truly felt the spirit of Christmas. We felt the love of God manifest by the gift of His only begotten Son, our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. This has been a Christmas we will never forget.<br />
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<br />Wayne and Janet in Tarawahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09245900102381265833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878332146658678571.post-75794233988700145712015-12-20T18:37:00.000-08:002015-12-20T18:53:17.884-08:00Week 66 in Tarawa<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On Wednesday, December 15th, the combined East and West Tarawa Stakes held a Primary activity. We were delighted to see even the youngest children enjoying dancing. No wonder the adults here enjoy dancing so much. They grow up with it as part of their culture.<br />
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It is a rule in the Sumner house that someone has to make raisin filled cookies at Christmas time. So here she is, in all her glory, baking raisin filled cookies. Only raisins are called "sultanas" in Kiribati, she's really baking sultana filled cookies! Notice her clever use of an empty tuna can and an empty jar as a cookie cutter.<br />
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On Saturday we went to the Temaiku Branch Relief Society craft fair. When we arrived, they were playing a game which had everyone howling with laughter. The people here really know how to enjoy being together. Notice the many sisters wearing the Relief Society colors, gold and blue.<br />
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Here are some of their handicrafts on display. We purchased quite a bit of their work to bring home with us. When the children saw I was taking pictures, they all came running over to be in the picture.<br />
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Here's another view of their crafts on display for sale. Sisters Waldron (left) and Alldredge also bought a fair amount of their handiwork.<br />
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We were amused by their weight loss tally board. Those are actual names and weights in kilograms, of course. This would NEVER be done in the states!<br />
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Elder Waldron bought a beautiful hand printed lava-lava, and had to demonstrate a few hip swivels while trying it on, much to everyone's amusement.<br />
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Later on Saturday evening Sister Sumner shows off her perfectly cooked world famous melt in your mouth English toffee. I have tasted it and can attest to its excellence. It wouldn't be Christmas without it.<br />
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With the palm trees, mid-eighties temperatures and the ocean breezes, it doesn't look like Christmas here. We still feel the spirit of Christmas in the love and happiness of those around us. As we contemplate God's gift of his Son, our hearts are filled with gratitude and love for our Father in Heaven. We are grateful to step away from the shopping, the programs, and the busyness of Christmas and to contemplate the peace of that first Christmas night. Like it says in the song, let us all "Let Him in" this Christmas season. Make service a part of your celebration and find someone who needs a little extra love. We think of this as we tip the disabled boy who helps us park our car whether we want it or not, give money to the crippled beggar at the grocery store, feed the neighbor's cats, give food to the starving dog who licks clean the cat's bowl after they are done, or just smile and greet others as we walk in the morning. "Find a way, make Him room, let Him in!"<br />
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We flew out of Tarawa on Thursday, December 3rd. Because of flight schedules, we had to stay overnight in Fiji. After arriving in Brisbane Friday morning, the first thing we did was drive our silver rental car (parked in front) to the temple. Here we strolled around the temple grounds and made plans to come back on Wednesday.</div>
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This is a close-up of the manger scene in front of the temple. Notice the palm trees.<br />
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This is looking towards downtown Brisbane from across the street from the temple.<br />
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As we walked along the South Bank towards downtown, we stopped to look at these pelican statues made from parts of machines. We watched a family paddle their kayaks past us.<br />
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We walked under a beautifully flowered canopy. Many people, including lots of families, were enjoying this scene which made it seem as if we weren't actually in the heart of a city of 3 million people.<br />
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We were amazed to find a FREE splash park a little further along on our walk. It was neat to see children and parents having such an enjoyable time together.<br />
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One more view of the FREE swimming pool in downtown Brisbane. You can see the Wheel of Brisbane Ferris wheel in the background.<br />
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We did NOT ask the kids to climb up on the "B" and the "S" of the "Brisbane" sign. They were just there already, posing for their families, we guess.<br />
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We walked across the bridge to the North Bank where we found a kind of farmer's market. We had a laugh at this booth touting fruit grown to classical music and pollinated by native bees!<br />
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After being in Kiribati for over a year, it was overwhelming to see the variety and affordability of fresh fruits and vegetables available in Australia.<br />
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One of the highlights of our trip was going to see a professional performance of Les Mis. When we first inquired about seats and costs, we were dismayed by the prices ($135 for decent seats). But we found out that since the performance was not sold out, we could go to the ticket office 2 hours before the performance and ask for "rush" tickets. We got two seats together on the end of row 10 for only $45 each! It was a wonderful performance.<br />
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On the way home from Les Mis, as we walked toward the City Cat ferry boat dock, we walked past the Wheel of Brisbane which we were able to ride twice, the second time for free.<br />
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This picture is taken from the City Cat boat of an illuminated bridge. What you can't see from the picture is that the light patterns are constantly changing.<br />
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Here's a daytime shot of the Story Bridge taken from an earlier City Cat boat ride. By taking the City Cat from our motel by the airport to downtown Brisbane, we avoided having to drive in heavy traffic on poorly marked and confusing roads and then having to find a place to park. The ferry rides were really quite pleasant, even in the rain.<br />
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One last picture in Brisbane, taken from in front of the Science Museum, looks back toward the Queensland Performing Arts Center (QPAC) where we saw Les Mis.<br />
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While we loved the 4 days spent in Brisbane, we actually spend 5 days on the Gold Coast in Coolangata at the Beachcomber Resort. This is a view from the balcony looking north.<br />
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We walked up a very steep hill to the Captain Cook monument located at Danger Point. To get a feel for the size of it, if you look very carefully, you can see Sister Sumner standing at the base of the "west" pillar. She's wearing a blue blouse with a black skirt. Walking around town was one of the many activities we enjoyed there.<br />
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Not far from the Captain Cook monument is Danger Point itself. We enjoyed watching the waves crash against the rocks. Captain Cook recorded the discovery of this place in his ship's log in the late 1700's and called it Danger Point, although there remains some controversy about whether this was the exact place or not.<br />
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We enjoyed bicycling up the Gold Coast on what turned out to be a nice cool summer's day. Elder Sumner also enjoyed body surfing in some of the big waves coming in on the beach until one of the waves caught him and slammed him into the sand. The abrasion to his left shoulder is healing nicely. The Gold Coast attracts surfers from all over the world because of its favorable surfing conditions. A resort location north of where we stayed is called Surfers Paradise.<br />
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We drove up to Mount Tamborine and took the Skywalk through the rainforest jungle canopy. We were amazed to learn that Australia was once nearly all rainforest, but that much of it had been destroyed by logging.<br />
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We ate most of our meals in our apartment, cooking the wonderful food we purchased in the local markets. We did eat out a handful of times, however, and the BBQ ribs we had at Hog's Breath was the tastiest meal we had there.<br />
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These 22 pictures hardly convey the wonderful time we had together on our trip. Despite the fact that Sister Sumner came down with a cold at the start of our trip and Elder Sumner came down with a cold half way through the trip, we still loved everything we saw and everything we did. We came back to Kiribati with a profound sense of gratitude for the blessings that are ours. There is such a contrast between the simple beauty of a very poor 3rd world country and a modern 21st century city like Brisbane. We have been privileged to experience the joys of both, for which we give thanks to our Father in Heaven. We hope we can continue to show our gratitude to Him by serving the people of Kiribati during the last 2 1/2 months of our mission.<br />
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Tuesday, November 24th 2015, was our school faculty and service center Christmas party. This picture shows the view out the back of our school Maneaba where it was held. The roar of the crashing breakers during high tide has become an almost unnoticed background sound for us after 15 months here. But it will always seem strange celebrating Christmas before Thanksgiving and on such a balmy day.<br />
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The smoked barbeque chicken, pork, and lamb was delicious. We also had many native Kiribati foods served as well.<br />
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You can guess who was asked to play the piano for the program! (Me, if you couldn't guess!) We sang every Christmas song in the hymn book plus a few from the Children's song book. Sister Sumner, hiding behind the post, was asked to be the narrator. All the people sitting to her right had parts to read on the program. That was nearly everyone in attendance.<br />
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After the program and the meal, we watch some beautiful traditional dancing. We know all these dancers by name and have grown to love them.<br />
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At the end of the program, Lita (front) was honored for her 26 years of service to Moroni High School, the last 14 as principal. Iotua Tune, on her left, is a past principal of MHS, and now serves as the director of the service center. He and his wife, Mai, are our wonderful home teachers.<br />
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On Friday, Sister Sumner and I volunteered to go with Sister Alldredge to do flat checks. We inspected each missionary flat for cleanliness and left them water filtration kits good for the coming year. The white board they are standing at lists names of investigators and upcoming baptisms. There really are lots of teaching opportunities and baptisms on Kiribati. On Tarawa and nearby outer islands we average around 10 baptisms per week.<br />
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These sisters' flat was very clean, but they have been sleeping on the floor because of a broken bed, which I am hoping to fix this coming week. They have also been living with clogged drains, which we hope will soon be cleared.<br />
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Thursday the senior couples got together for an absolutely wonderful Thanksgiving dinner. We had turkey legs (sorry, no whole turkeys are to be had here) with all the trimmings, including cranberry, stuffing, peas, rolls, and mashed potatoes with turkey gravy. We then had pumpkin, apple, and cheesecake pies for dessert. Though we were far away from home and family, the feelings of love, unity, and gratitude made this a celebration we will always treasure.<br />
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While we were out shopping Saturday, we were puzzled by store helpers carrying bags of onions out of the store to the truck. When we asked one of the store clerks, he explained that they were returning the spoiled onions that were stinking up the store. This scene, with dogs and kids and people riding on the back of the open truck in the rain is so typical of Kiribati. I just had to take a picture.<br />
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Our next blog will be from Brisbane, Australia if we have internet there. If not, our next blog won't be until after December 14th, when we return to Kiribati. We have so much to be grateful for, and many of you who follow our blog are the reasons for much of our gratitude. The Lord has truly blessed us this past year as we've served the people of Kiribati. Seeing these pictures and reading our comments can never convey the depth of our experiences here.<br />
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Wayne and Janet in Tarawahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09245900102381265833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878332146658678571.post-31411033844773029012015-11-22T01:48:00.002-08:002015-11-22T01:48:54.297-08:00Week 62 in Tarawa<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sister Sumner gave a wonderful talk about learning life's lesson of love based on Carol Lynn Pearson's book, <em>The Lesson, A Fable For Our Times.</em> When she finished her talk, she presented the book to our principal, Lita, who has accepted another assignment for next year. Lita has been the principal of Moroni for the past 14 years. We will miss her.<br />
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Elder Sumner spoke on service as being the purpose of getting an education. It was a great honor for us to be asked to be the commencement speakers. We hope they will at least remember the grand themes of our talks: learning to love and learning to serve. The theme of the graduation was, "The Glory of God is Intelligence."<br />
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As at all graduations, the kids took tons of pictures of each other. We took pictures of them taking pictures.<br />
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The girl on the left, Lealani, is the daughter of Tipo Solomone, our vice principal. She was also the salutatorian.<br />
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Saturday morning, we went with Sister Alldredge, our mission nurse, to do missionary apartment checks and distribute water filtration kits. The very first flat we visited hadn't even installed their filtration system. They told us they had been drinking rainwater collected in a big tank filled with rain draining off their roof. It's surprising that the missionaries are as healthy as they are. Here we are with our first ever filter installation.<br />
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The first team of sisters joined us to visit the second team of sister missionaries who were doing a service project for an elderly member. She can be seen just behind the two sisters seated on the front right of the picture.<br />
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Sister Baldwin is shucking a coconut for the elderly member while the boys laughed at her. The local people shuck them so quickly and easily using nothing but a sharp stick stuck in the ground. Watching us ematangs try it must be hilarious to them.<br />
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Their skills at many native tasks are truly amazing to us. This guy is 30 feet off the ground and seemed totally unafraid of falling.<br />
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The milk of the coconut is delicious, refreshing, and incredibly nutritious. Of this I can speak from direct first hand knowledge.<br />
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The next apartment we visited had their filter system connected, but the box of spare filters had been all chewed up by rats. Notice the mold at the top of their kitchen wall. Despite the primitive conditions the elders and sisters live in, they rarely complain. We bought a new refrigerator for two different apartments when we found out that theirs weren't even working.<br />
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When we visited the next apartment, the elders were having their morning planning meeting in their back year, in full view of the Pacific Ocean. What a beautiful place to be working! They were in a threesome waiting for another missionary to come to replace the one who had just returned home.<br />
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Along the way we stopped at the roadside gift shop where the craft lady sells us lots of take home gifts and souvenirs. She makes them for many of the fancier stores, but we get a much better price buying direct from her. We also pay her more than the fancy stores do, so it's a win-win situation.<br />
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Saturday afternoon we attended a baptism in Betio where 11 people were baptized. It's wonderful to see the church growing. We hope they receive the three things they need to stay active: a calling, a friend, and to be fed by the good word of God. We noticed how the stake president personally and warmly greeted each new member as they climbed out of the baptismal font. The older man near the middle of the picture bore his testimony after his baptism that the spirit had prepared him to accept all the principles of the gospel as they were taught him by the missionaries. He knew they were true as soon as he heard them.<br />
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This has been a wonderful week for us, witnessing some of the fruits of our labors. We worked and prayed hard for the inspiration to lift and encourage the new graduates, the young elders and sisters, and the newly baptized members. We feel the Lord's blessings have been poured out upon us.<br />
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This past week has flown by even faster than the week before. We finished teaching our course on Educational Psychology on Wednesday and gave our students a take home final which we still have to grade. On Thursday, we drove to the airport to pick up Elder and Sister Waldron, much to our delight. They are the couple walking toward the terminal in the picture. They were returning to us after going home last July for some health care needs. They had to wait for about a half hour on the plane after it landed while a torrential rainstorm passed. It was funny to watch the plane crew open and close the door 3 or 4 times while the rain was pouring down. The Bonriki International Airport has no Jetways, only the stairway you see in the picture, for unloading passengers. The first passengers off the plane were offered umbrellas, but the wind just blew them inside out, so everyone just waited.<br />
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After their final exams Friday morning, the dorm students packed up their things, boarded the school's bus, and went home. This place will be awfully quiet for the next 2 months.<br />
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Saturday was the Tarawa East Stake Relief Society Conference. Everyone comes wearing yellow tops and blue skirts, the Relief Society colors. The sisters in this picture sang a lovely musical number. Sister Sumner was so inspired by the talks she heard that she did something she almost never does, she posted a long commentary on Facebook. You're welcome to go to our Facebook site to read it if you haven't already. The name on our Facebook site is WayneJanet Sumner.<br />
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Sunday was our Seminary graduation. The music was well done and our new couple, Elder and Sister Jenks gave wonderful talks. The upper picture shows the graduates marching in. The picture next picture shows a typical scene after any graduation: proud parents taking pictures of their kids and kids taking selfies with their friends. Notice the girls all dressed in white homemade dresses. Parents greeted them with white leis that you can see them wearing.<br />
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Elder Sumner and I taught the Relief Society and Priesthood lesson today on the parable of the Lost Sheep. The lesson seemed particularly appropriate at this time. The message we left them with was that Christ knows us each by name and loves us dearly. We need to feel that same love for all around us. We don't seek to bring people back to the gospel for the sake of numbers. We seek to bring them back because we deeply love them and the thought of anyone being lost is unbearable.<br />
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This week we will be busy preparing talks for the coming graduation. We have been asked to be the main speakers, representing the Area Office. If you have any great ideas, we are open to suggestions.<br />
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Our mission nurse, Sister Alldredge, surprised us this past week with an early Christmas present. Her hand made Christmas manger is darling. Since we're already on the second week of November, Sister Sumner had to, of course, put it up right away. "It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...".<br />
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One of our student's aunts made these beautiful gifts for us. The 2 shell turtles can be seen inside the shell basket. We had been looking at things like these in the roadside souvenir gift shops, but they were way expensive. Thanks, Retibita's aunt! You might also notice the native handmade place mats on our island style table cloth; all things we will treasure for years to come.<br />
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Tioromaea, Iutita, and Gloria Richard are admiring the doll the Young Women made as part of their service project. Sister Sumner bought this one and then we modified it to make it safe for an infant. It's hard to believe that Gloria Richard is already 9 months old. She has begun to see that we are strangers and acts very shy around us now. Just a month ago she was all smiles and would let us hold her, but no more.<br />
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Our last picture today shows the first four boxes we have packed up to send home. We still have 16 weeks left, but while we're away in Brisbane during the first week of December, the facilities people want to come in and paint our apartment, so we figured we'd better start getting rid of the stuff we don't need here but want to keep. The boxes mostly hold souvenirs and gifts for our family members upon our return next February 29th. Where has the time gone? We have just under 4 months left on our mission. <br />
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We want to end today with another quote from President Holland's book, "To My Friends".<br />
"Happiness comes first by what comes into your head a longtime before material blessings come into your hands....Henry David Thoreau said, 'Happiness is like a butterfly, the more you chase it, the more it will elude you, but if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on your shoulder.' " At this Thanksgiving season, we wish all of you the happiness that comes from forgetting yourselves in the service of others.<br />
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One of the more interesting things we do is observe and assess the teaching of our student teachers. Bwereia is teaching a class on geology for Tiorika, the regular teacher. Her subject was geological features of atolls. This picture shows two of the four groups preparing to present their part of the material to the rest of the class.<br />
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Here are the other two groups working on their presentations. Notice the bare feet, which are quite normal on this island. Bwereia is circulating among the groups answering their questions. In this picture, it appears student engagement is 100%. Hooray!<br />
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On the last Thursday of each month, at 7:00 a.m. the Seminary and Institute department holds a sunrise missionary devotional. After the devotional, which normally consists of short talks and testimonies by several recently returned missionaries, we have a light breakfast consisting of hard boiled eggs, hot dogs, bread and butter, bananas, and Milo, a lightly flavored chocolate drink. Only the senior couples and teachers get to sit at tables.<br />
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The students sit on chairs or the floor and eat from their laps.<br />
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Once again notice the bare feet and the food on the floor.<br />
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On Friday, Sister Sumner snuck this picture of my backside while I was cashing a petty cash check for the missionaries at the ANZ bank. What this picture doesn't show is that after taking a number, we sat for an hour and 35 minutes waiting to be served. U.S. customers at U.S. banks would never tolerate this kind of "service", but when there's just one bank in town, all you can do is wait.<br />
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This is the spooky Halloween moon rising Friday evening.<br />
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True to my word, I broke my Fast Sunday fast with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in honor of an amazing new book coming out next April titled "The Last Great Adventure of the PB&J Society". Notice the Skippy Super Crunch (the only "true" peanut butter) and the homemade strawberry jam made by the amazing Sister Sumner, which is tastier than any jam sold in a store. Yummm! We hope when we return we can persuade the author, Janet Sumner Johnson, to autograph a copy for us.<br />
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On Sunday evening Tioromaia brought over a ladies top that his wife had made. He wanted some feedback. Since Iutita had embroidered my name at the top front, I had to try it on, which was a great source of amusement for everyone else who saw this picture.<br />
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<br />Wayne and Janet in Tarawahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09245900102381265833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878332146658678571.post-55908728314985608342015-10-25T02:16:00.000-07:002015-10-25T02:16:29.526-07:00Week 58 in Tarawa<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Wednesday, October 21st was the annual awards assembly. Lita and a committee of teachers worked day and night (literally all night for two nights in a row) selecting the students who earned the awards, writing certificates, and wrapping presents. While we offered to help several times, they only allowed us to help present the awards. There were several hundred awards given out as they were given in all subjects and in all grades.<br />
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A lot of this week was spent cooking again for the 15 new missionaries who arrived on Thursday, October 22nd. We set the food up at the institute building while all of the mission leaders drove a fleet of trucks to the airport to collect tired and culture shocked missionaries.<br />
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Here the missionaries are gathered in a circle with President and Sister Weir to receive instructions on the important things they need to know right away. After eating they all had a chance to bear their testimonies. We weren't able to hear them because we had to hurry back to teach our class. Later that evening Elder Sumner was able to sign them all on to computers in one of the labs so they could send their first email messages home.<br />
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Friday night the students planned a farewell celebration for Lita. Despite the pouring rain, everyone stayed and put on a beautiful program. The school is organized into houses that are named after prophets of the church. Each house prepared a presentation, decorated a cake and presented gifts to Lita. She has worked at Moroni since she was a 23 year old returned missionary. She has been principal for thirteen of the twenty-six years she has worked at Moroni High School. It's hard to imagine Moroni without Lita.<br />
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This is one of the cakes that the students decorated. There were six couples sitting in the front so they had each of us cut one cake.<br />
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Lita and her husband cut the cake after being garlanded and presented with many gifts. Lita is wearing several layers of shirts and lava lava's.<br />
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Saturday morning was the Young Women In Excellence program. Girls from all of the wards in the East Stake met at the chapel. They decorated the classrooms with things they had accomplished while working on their personal progress then had a spiritual meeting with President Banemone as the main speaker. He reminded the girls of the message President Pearson gave last week to know who they are and to stay true to the gospel.<br />
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This is the table in the room we decorated. Sister Solomone did most of the work. I supplied pictures that I had taken of the girls during the year.<br />
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This is an example of the decorations that were done. Notice that everything is woven from the leaves of the Pandanus trees. I am constantly amazed at the beautiful work they are able to do with just the materials nature provides.<br />
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This room was set up by another ward. Notice the table full of goodies. They sold many of the things that the girls made and a variety of food. The money was donated to the stake mission fund that is sadly in the red. There are so many young men and women here who have no support from anyone to help them serve missions, that it is difficult for the local wards to keep up.<br />
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There was a fashion show and talent show as part of the program. Just like girls everywhere, the girls participating were anxious to have their hair and makeup done.<br />
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These are the Sister Missionaries who were good sports and modeled with no advance warning.<br />
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Each ward was assigned a type of apparel and had three girls model. These girls are modeling Sunday Best.<br />
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While I was at the Young Women's program, Elder Sumner attended another baptism in the ocean behind our apartment. The Elders were unable to use the font because the Young Women were using all of the rooms.<br />
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Elder Smith told me that they were able to use the ocean because the tide happened to be just right. When the tide is low, it is dry clear out to the reef. When the tide is high, it pounds on the sea wall.<br />
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Last of all, Elder Afatasi, one of our favorite missionaries, stopped by this afternoon to get his suit. He is leaving for Kritimati (Christmas) Island tomorrow and will go home from there next February, just a few days before we leave. He gave us both necklaces that his mother had made for him to give away. He admitted that they were supposed to be for a couple who had gone home some months ago so he gave them to us instead. I told him to tell his mother that the best thing she gave us was her son because he is such a wonderful missionary.<br />
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I have been reading a book by Elder Holland. He spoke in one of his talks about the challenging times we live in. Let me leave you with this parting thought from the book:<br />
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"Be true and faithful. Live your religion. Stand straight and be firm--and if there's a little wind blowing, just put your face into the wind and go forward. And when you can't go forward, just stand. Just plant your feet and stand immovable for a while if that's all you can do. Be faithful and be true and love the Lord, because He loves you"Wayne and Janet in Tarawahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09245900102381265833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878332146658678571.post-21165615813022491202015-10-17T22:50:00.001-07:002015-10-17T22:50:07.790-07:00Week 57 in Tarawa<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It has been a busy week as we prepared for the Bell's from BYUH and the Pearson's from New Zealand. As we were out shopping last Monday we gave this group of three boys small lollipops while they watched us gas up the truck at Betio Gas. They followed us as we drove next door to the Wishing Star store to purchase food and paper ware for the upcoming dinners. I snapped this picture as we were leaving the store. They were obviously enjoying the lollipops, but we couldn't help wonder why they weren't in school.<br />
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On Tuesday morning we enjoyed some of the fruits of our labors. Three of our teachers completed the requirements for their ITEP Teaching Certificates. We asked John Bell, BYUH Academic Vice President to do the presentations at the faculty meeting. From left to right the teachers are Titeebwa, Rebwa, and Tanouea.<br />
We are so proud of these teachers for doing all their classwork for us on top of their regular teaching responsibilities. Earning these certificates is not a trivial thing when you are raising families, serving in the church, and working a full time job.<br />
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One of the marvelous traditions in Kiribati is the way they honor guests. Their singing and dancing is a joy to behold. It's obvious to us they enjoy doing this even though it means after-school rehearsals the whole previous week. The teachers in our Tuesday and Thursday classes were excused from the rehearsals, but nearly all other faculty members, their families, and service center people were there.<br />
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John and Rhonda Bell were the recipients of the singing, dancing, feasting, and souvenirs. We felt a closeness to them because John was the Stake President back in Provo who set apart two of our grandchildren, Corey and Shelby, for their missions. We had a chance to share memories as well as discuss the needs of our students as they prepare to attend BYUH. They were so kind and loving to us and everyone on campus. We will remember their visit for a long, long time.<br />
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We spent a good part of Thursday preparing two crock pots of chili and 3.5 dozen Halloween cookies for the Missionary Training meeting with President and Sister Pearson, President and Sister Weir, the senior missionaries, and the young elders and sisters from Tarawa on Friday. Needless to say, the physical food was as wonderful as the spiritual food.<br />
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Friday morning, as we were loading the truck with the food and drinks for the meeting in Temaiku, a group of Form 7 (grade 13) students came by to sing us a farewell song. This coming week is the end of school year dance, and most of the Form 7 students will either go on missions, find jobs, or begin taking classes at local colleges or trade schools. I wish we could download the video so you could enjoy the wonderful words, harmonies, and spirit of their song. The student with the baseball cap is Bwereniko, a very talented pianist who will be greatly missed at Moroni High School.<br />
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Here we are a Temaiku awaiting the arrival of the Weir's and Pearson's. It was decided that after they arrived, only one person would take pictures and then share them with everyone, but that hasn't happened yet, so you only get to see the preliminary pose.<br />
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President Pearson, of the Seventy, who is our Area President, along with President Weir and their wives presented a marvelous, spirit filled training session. The emphasis of the training was on remembering who we really are and being a disciple of Christ. He taught us that we all were disciples of Christ before we came to Earth. Our job as missionaries is to help people remember who they really are (sons and daughters of a loving Heavenly Father) and re-awaken that knowledge in them through the power of the Holy Ghost. We were truly lifted and inspired by their words and by the Holy Ghost.<br />
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After the meeting, while we were waiting for President Pearson to finish his interviews, the missionaries spontaneously began singing hymns. I got to accompany them on the piano. Another joyous treat!<br />
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Speaking of treats, the lobster lady came knocking at our door Saturday. It had been many months since she had come by. We bought these two beauties, which I promptly cleaned. We invited Sister Alldredge, our mission nurse, over that evening for a sumptuous lobster feast. They were delicious!<br />
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Next week we begin teaching EDU 200, Human Growth and Development. It is sobering to realize that this is the last class we will be teaching this year. Time truly "flies on wings of lightning".<br />
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Just another sunset in paradise (actually Kiribati).<br />
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I took this picture with my cell phone showing crescent shaped Venus towards the lower right and the crescent Moon on the far left.<br />
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Now that we have been here a year, we start to see repeats of things we experienced last year, like the early Christmas program and, on Thursday afternoon, a teacher's day celebration. This year it was a little hectic because there were many leaders of other small countries visiting Kiribati and the ministry asked students to line the road and wave as the motorcade drove by. This was at the same time that the students had planned a teachers' day celebration. They ended up letting school out right after lunch so there would be time to do both. This is one of the signs that decorated the cultural hall.<br />
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The teachers were presented with garlands, both leis and head garlands. These were all made of leaves, I suspect that it would take all the flowers on campus to do flowered ones.<br />
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Here are Elder Sumner and I wearing our garlands.<br />
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Some of the boys in the dorms have organized a group that they call by the creative name of "Dorm Boys". They love to perform and everyone loves to watch them perform. They are really good at the traditional dances.<br />
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The girls don't have a group, so they chose one of the best dancers to represent them. The tub at her feet is part of a funny thing they do here. When a dancer is good people will come up and spray her or him with perfume and put a tub down for gifts. I've never really seen any gifts in the tub, just the tub. Notice the students standing outside the window? There was plenty of room inside for everyone, but many students refuse(even after repeated invitations) to come inside and just stand outside and look in the windows.<br />
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Along with everything else, this week was also parent conferences. It was originally scheduled two weeks ago but the poor internet connections made it impossible for teachers to get the grades done. Now there isn't much time for students to make improvements. School ends in November for most and this month for the form 3's (9th grade). Unlike in America; when they finish their exams, they are finished for the year.<br />
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Saturday morning Tioromaia and Iutita stopped by before conference and we invited them to breakfast. Gloria is growing fast, she enjoyed eating a banana and some toast, and drank milk from a glass. It was rainy and cool as we went to conference, I could imagine that the weather was not that different than in Utah. When we got home and saw the pounding surf out of our back window, it didn't look like Utah at all.<br />
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As we have listened to conference, we have been impressed with the wonderful and timely messages. We felt the spirit testify to us of the truthfulness of the words spoken. We hope you all took the opportunity to listen and be filled spiritually. One talk that we particularly like was the one by Bradley D. Foster who told the story of Pablo being interviewed to serve a mission. Pablo was well prepared because of the things that his father had taught him. Each year he took the opportunity to warn Pablo of the kinds of experiences he might expect that year. The father also let Pablo know that he could and should come talk with him as he experienced these trials. We wished that we had heard this talk years ago or better yet, thought of it ourselves. We would encourage all of you parents to take this message to heart and have those conversations with our grandchildren. The title of the talk is "Never too Early, Never too late." so we are trusting that we are not too late.<br />
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Wayne and Janet in Tarawahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09245900102381265833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878332146658678571.post-30419830167402654572015-10-04T01:33:00.001-07:002015-10-04T01:33:20.246-07:00Week 55 inTarawa<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sister Sumner still faithfully walks every morning unless it is raining. She walks with Sister Alldredge and, when she's here, Sister Weir, our mission president's wife. It's a glorious time of day to walk as the sky brightens in the east while the air is still relatively cool, but she still comes back drenched in sweat. This picture is one of dozens she takes of the beauty of this island. They are always greeted with "mauri" by the locals who see them so regularly, and by the children who wave and smile while calling out, "I-matang", the local word for white people.<br />
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Monday, September 26th, Sister Sumner baked chocolate chip cookies to take to our missionary meeting and our ITEP class. She had to go to the office for a few minutes with one of our teacher-students, and asked me, Elder Sumner, to take the cookies out of the oven when the timer rang. To make a long story short, we both blew it! I stepped out of the apartment for a while with the missionaries and forgot the cookies. As you can see, they came out a beautiful golden brown, but edible only by me. Sister Sumner half forgave me, however, when she discovered that she had set her timer for 4 hours instead of 4 minutes. I enjoyed a batch cooked "my way", and Sister Sumner has finally forgiven me the last half. Everyone loved the "unburned" (as she calls them) cookies shown at the top of the picture.<br />
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Armine Solomone helped the girls plan a service project for their activity Wednesday evening. They made sock dolls for the nursery. I am the proud donor of three pair of socks which made 6 dolls!<br />
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Her the girls are sewing up the socks where the legs are cut. Notice the lollipop sticks in their mouths that Sister Sumner donated to make the activity just a little sweeter.<br />
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Here the girls are stuffing the socks with shredded foam. They often seem more comfortable working while seated on the floor than at a table. Most homes don't have tables and chairs, so eating and many other activities are done in this manner.<br />
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Leilani, Armine's daughter, is the Young Women's President. I don't mean "the Laurel President", but the YW president. Ours is a student ward, after all. She is gluing parts of the faces onto the socks using hot melt glue. She is using a lit candle to melt the hot melt glue because there are no glue guns here! Just another example of how people here make do with what they have.<br />
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Here's the finished product. The children in the nursery will be delighted. Obviously, this young woman is still relishing her lollipop.<br />
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At a surprise faculty meeting Thursday morning, Mike Carthew, the man on the right and the Area Director of Church Schools, announced that Lita, our principal for the past 13 years, has been asked to become the Director of Seminaries and Institutes on Tarawa. Many tears were shed as she spoke of her 26 years of experience at Moroni High School. We have grown to love and respect her immensely in the past year, and we will miss our daily interactions with her when she leaves her principalship on December 1st.<br />
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Our new principal, starting December 1st, will be Banririe (pronounced Ban dee dee ay), who is currently our 1st Vice Principal. He is also the 1st counselor in our Stake Presidency.<br />
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Only her hair dresser knows for sure, but since I'm the one who colors her hair, and Sister Alldredge is the one who cuts her hair, we can categorically state that she looks at least 10 years younger than she did last week.<br />
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Saturday evening we had another micro ant invasion. Amazingly, they found the lollipops we left on top of the fridge in a sealed Ziploc bag. We didn't realize that a lollipop stick had poked a tiny hole in the side of the bag. The sealed edge of the bag was touching the wall beside the fridge, and the ants came marching in big time. If you look carefully, you can see the ant bodies on the paper towel remaining from our Battle of the Lollipops. I had to shake ants off of each lollipop one at a time, which wouldn't have been so hard except that these lollipops have hollow sticks. The ants would crawl right up through the sticks to find the exposed candy inside. The wrappers kept the ants off of the outside. We hope we got all of the ants out or some unlucky lollipop licker is in for a rude surprise.<br />
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We've been able to hear bits and pieces of General Conference live, but we will be able to watch all sessions next weekend when the Stake replays the broadcasts from DVD's they receive. The translation department here will be busy all week doing Kiribati voice overs so that the people here can also hear the words of our prophet and apostles. We loved the talks we've heard so far, especially Elder Holland's talk on the divine roll of mothers and how much their love is like the Savior's love. We love our mission.<br />
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Last Sunday evening a group of 5 elders came by to see if I had heard the BYU - UCLA football score. I said I hadn't but would look it up. When I went to the KSL.com game center, there was about 1 minute left in the game, with BYU on the UCLA 42 yard line trailing by 1 point. Of course they had to stay to see if another Hail Mary pass or even a field goal would save the day. Alas, it was not to be. I'm glad they didn't come by today, or they would have been really disappointed with the BYU - Michigan score.<br />
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Sisters Sumner and Alldredge decided to help out the family that was baptized a week ago by giving them some clothing. I think it was just an excuse to go shopping. In any case, they found some nice things which they will give them soon, along with some practical things like rice and laundry detergent.<br />
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The TALL lab is getting really busy again with the October 1st deadline for BYUH applications for Spring Semester 2016 looming. This is where we spend our Tuesday and Thursday evenings from 6 to 9 p.m.<br />
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We did a little shopping on Wednesday, and found some fresh vegetables at Moel's in Betio. We didn't realize until we got to the checkout counter that this lovely head of cauliflower would cost $31.50. With the $18.50 head of broccoli we also purchased, we spent $50 AUD (about $37 U.S.) for two pieces of fresh, but rare, vegetables. It shows how desperate we are for fresh veggies, and how expensive food is here.<br />
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On Friday, our mission president called a meeting for all the missionaries on Tarawa. We didn't have to go, but wanted to be there to hear him and Sister Weir share their messages. We were really glad we went. President Weir spoke about Christ's appearance to the Nephites. Christ, after testifying of Himself and having the 2500 people come forward and touch his hands and feet, repeatedly spoke of baptism and its importance. It was good to remember the real reason we are serving here as missionaries: bringing souls unto Christ. This picture shows how some of the missionaries arrived to our meeting. In the U.S., we'd have a heart attack seeing them riding in the back of a pickup truck. The elders kindly let the sisters ride inside, but truth be told, the sisters would just as soon have ridden in the back, too.<br />
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Saturday morning we went with a group of teachers and students on a "clean-a-thon". We picked up trash along the main road for about a mile on either side of Moroni High School's campus. We discovered some new muscles afterward that we hadn't used in a while. This activity is part of Teacher's Week, and provides a way for teachers to give service to the community. It also helps clean up the island for the coming visit of the Prince of Monaco.<br />
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We stayed on the road, but the students went down to clean the beaches. All in all, we filled about 30 bags like the ones Sister Sumner is holding in the previous picture.<br />
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Saturday afternoon we attended a baptism held right before the Stake Music Festival. There were several members of a family and some single converts. What a beautiful sight to see their bright and happy faces as they entered the baptismal font. Elder Sumner was asked to play the piano, which made us late for our next event.<br />
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We had just been here a week last year when the Stake Song Festival was held, so this is our second time to attend this event. This is one of the truly great events they have here. The whole family is involved and there were more people participating than sometimes attend church on Sunday. The music is beautiful. They sang one hymn in English, then one in Kiribati. Then they sang a fun, non-religious song which really spotlighted their love of music and hamming it up. Every night for the past week, as we walked across campus, we could hear them practicing in the chapel, the choir room, the baking room and sometimes even the basketball court.<br />
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It was perfect evening for the event. The clouds were pink and fluffy with no sign of the torrential rains we had experienced all week. There was a cool breeze blowing and you can see the full moon in the picture (not to be confused with the lights on the court).<br />
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We were asked to be judges (big surprise!). This year we had time to prepare a rubric. This time, also, we knew the two other judges, one is a teacher at the school, and the other has judged other events with us. It's hard to judge, every ward sings their hearts out but some have access to more professional help. Moroni was the unanimous winner. They sang a beautiful hymn called "Keiake" (a Kiribati translation of an old hymn called "Weary Not") and an adaptation of "Country Roads" which they called "Ocean Waves." They were really well performed.<br />
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This is one of the wards performing. Notice the children in the front left.<br />
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One last picture, we loved the red and white costumes of this group. <br />
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In church today, we finally got a new bishop. Our former bishop, Bishop Banemone, was called as a counselor in the stake presidency several months ago. Our new bishop is Popeieta who is a math teacher at Moroni High School. He was first counselor to Bishop Banemone. Our new first counselor is the old second counselor, Teaka, who is our school's IT manager. Our new second counselor is Katokita who works at the I-Mart in Bikenibeu.<br />
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I was asked to teach today's "Teachings for our Times" priesthood lesson. It was deeply moving to once again study Elder Holland's talk from last October's General Conference, "Are We Not All Beggars". Poverty surrounds us on Tarawa, and we sometimes wonder if we should be doing more to help. As Elder Holland taught in his talk, we follow the Savior's counsel to "do what we can." We also fast on the first Sunday of each month and contribute a generous fast offering which goes specifically to help the poor and needy. We feel the spirit prompt us from time to time to offer help to certain people here as well as to our own family members. We look forward in our retirement to giving away our material things and to blessing the lives of our children, grand children, and great grand children with material, spiritual, and emotional support. That will be our next mission before we go on another full-time church mission.<br />
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<br />Wayne and Janet in Tarawahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09245900102381265833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878332146658678571.post-25959019061612938492015-09-19T23:16:00.001-07:002015-09-19T23:16:07.530-07:00Week 53 in Tarawa<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's hard to believe we've been here one whole year already. The time has truly flown on wings of lightning. This past week the electricity has gone out quite regularly around 7:15 a.m., about the time Sister Sumner usually finishes drying her hair. One morning, however, it went out just as she was getting out of the shower. This picture, that I took without her knowledge, shows how she dries her hair in the sun and ocean breezes when there's no electricity to power her hair drier. You might think this very romantic, but it's just another way to deal with life in Kiribati.<br />
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This past Thursday, as we were setting up our classroom right after school, Lita, our principal, announced a tsunami warning and told everyone to go home. Although there has never been a tsunami in Kiribati, everyone dutifully went home. So we packed up our equipment and also went home. From what we've read, atoll islands like Tarawa are not usually affected by tsunamis because they are so small and are at the tip of undersea mountains with very steep sides. The tsunami essentially slides around us, which is OK with us since there is no high ground to escape to here.<br />
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This past week one of our elders was flown in from an outer island because of a serious infection on his ankle. He nearly waited too long before notifying our mission nurse, but even so, he had to have surgery to remove much of the infection. One of our AP's is staying in the hospital with him, sleeping on a mat on the concrete floor. One of the Lord's tender mercies: these two elders grew up together, went to school together, played on sports teams together, and their families were good friends. When you're confined to a somewhat scary place like a hospital in Kiribati, it's nice to have the reassurance of a good friend.<br />
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I had never been to the hospital here before. I could scarcely believe my eyes. Cats, dogs, crabs, and rats roam freely in and around the halls and grounds. The deterioration of the facility is sad. Although medical care is free, I wouldn't want to see this happen to our health system in the U.S.<br />
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While staying at the hospital, patients are responsible for providing their own bedding. The hospital does provide food, however, just not a table to eat it on. The food, while fine by local standards, is not very appealing to western tastes. We brought some western style food to the elders, for which they were very grateful.<br />
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Sister Alldredge, our mission nurse, brought in another pair of elders because one of them needed to have a mole removed and biopsied. Judging by their smiles, you'd think they were going to Disneyland.<br />
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Despite our misgivings about our hospital, it is located on a beautiful site right on the ocean. Actually, just about every place here is located on a beautiful site right on the ocean! It is, after all, a very small island.<br />
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Last year, when we first arrived, we were told it was the dry season in late summer and fall. We remember how dusty everything was. This year has been an anomaly because of all the rain. As a result, we have gotten lots of wonderful rainbows. This one arched a full 180 degrees over the school's Maneaba.<br />
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Here's the other end of that same rainbow that Sister Sumner couldn't resist taking pictures of. I suppose the pot of gold at the end of this rainbow is under water.<br />
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As we were driving to attend a baptism at the Temaiku Chapel Saturday, we had to pull over to make way for a house (actually a buila) coming down the road. We had seen this before, but had never had the chance to take a picture. Now you know we are telling the truth when we tell you we see houses coming down the road.<br />
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We actually attended two baptisms this weekend. The first was in Bikenibeu where the sisters taught a young man who was baptized on Friday afternoon.<br />
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The second baptism was at Temaiku, where three young people were baptized. We like to attend baptisms to remember the true purpose for our being here: to bring souls unto Christ.<br />
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We love to see the children of Kiribati. They are so beautiful, and have such winning smiles, although this picture doesn't show that very well. The boy on the left, who was about to be baptized, brought chairs for us to sit on as we looked out over the ocean from the Maneaba cultural hall behind the chapel.<br />
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This is the view from the Maneaba cultural hall mentioned above. We will miss being so close to the ocean when we return to Utah. We never seem to tire of watching and hearing the breakers roll in.<br />
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We took this picture last night to prove that the Lord really does watch out for his missionaries. Saturday morning I moaned to Sister Sumner that we had only enough Skippy Super Crunch Peanut Butter for one more sandwich. When you're out of peanut butter, you're out of food, I always say. Anyway, on the way home from the baptism Saturday evening, even though we didn't really have anything we needed to buy in the way of groceries, we decided to stop at the Imart store to see if they had any freshly popped popcorn. Lo and behold, a miracle!! They had Skippy Super Crunch peanut butter, which they had been out of for months. No, they didn't have any popcorn. I bought three jars and Sister Alldredge bought one jar. At a consumption rate of 2 months per jar, I figure I'll have enough Skippy Super Crunch to last until the end of our mission. The Lord truly blesses those who serve Him. ;-)<br />
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<br />Wayne and Janet in Tarawahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09245900102381265833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878332146658678571.post-60460501059866835922015-09-13T01:50:00.002-07:002015-09-13T01:55:16.366-07:00Week 52 in Tarawa<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On Thursday, September 10th we prepared a welcoming meal for the new elders and sister who arrived from the MTC in Provo. This was our first time helping with an intake, as it's called. What a wonderful enthusiastic spirit they brought with them. They loved the spaghetti Sisters Sumner and Alldredge prepared, but we could tell they were dead tired from their long journey. We were impressed that they already knew the language so well.<br />
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While we were at the intake meal, the school had a fashion show to celebrate TVET (Technical Vocational Education and Training) week. Several of the faculty and administrative staff were the models, but the clothing was all sewn by students.<br />
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and sewing, which was one of the more popular exhibits. Most of the things on display were for sale, and everything sold out very quickly. We are always amazed at what the student are able to do with so little.<br />
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The reason all the exhibits were indoors this year was that it rained all day, and not just a little bit. It poured all day, which is very unusual for this time of year. We had to laugh when we say this student washing her hair in the rain water coming off the roof.<br />
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This week was made extra special by the arrival of a care package. This is only the 3rd box we've had sent to us because they're so expensive. This box cost $86 to send. You can see why fragile items do not survive the journey. However, the treats contained therein seemed worth it to us. In addition to the items we asked to be sent, Becca snuck in some of Sister Sumner's favorite grapefruit gummy candy. Even simple things can become appreciated when one is so far away from home. I am already drooling to taste the Sweet Baby Ray's barbeque sauce.<br />
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On a final note, we had Sister Pasina and Sister Rourou for dinner Friday evening. After eating, they always present a spiritual thought. Sister Pasina touched our hearts as she related an experience her father had with obeying the Law of Tithing. Her family was going through difficult financial times, and her dad had to make a decision to pay tithing or buy food. He decided to pay tithing on Sunday. Monday evening, when she and the family sat down for dinner, the children asked where the food was. The dad said that they should say a prayer first. After the prayer, he explained that there was no money to buy food because he had paid his tithing. The family was preparing to go to bed hungry when there was a knock at the door. Their bishop was there with a large tray of food and explained that they had had a family gathering and he had been impressed to gather all the left over food and take to their family. He didn't know that they were going hungry. After telling us her story, we told of our experiences as a dirt poor young married couple. We had had a similar experience when a neighbor, Lewis Pope, brought us a box of food. While we are not always blessed so immediately for obedience, but firmly believe and testify that the Lord knows our needs and he knows our hearts. As we do our best to follow Him, He will watch over us for good.<br />
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Monday and Tuesday Sister Sumner and I presented discussions on the Seminary and Institute training talks given in Salt Lake in August. These next two pictures show some of the discussions involving our teachers hamming it up. Boutara is playing the guitar while singing a song she made up about SIOP.<br />
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I always get asked to be a recorder. The teachers were amazingly frank about the lists of things they are not doing that they should be doing, like coming to school on time.<br />
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We had a regional youth conference on the school campus this past week. It went very well until the closing dance on Friday evening. Right in the middle of the dance, a heavy rainstorm suddenly hit. At first everyone scattered to take shelter, but within a few minutes, everyone was back on the basketball court dancing in the rain. This is a sight we would never see in the U.S.<br />
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With all the rain we've been having, the delicate pink flowers that make up the Moroni H.S. emblem were in full bloom again. We hadn't seen these since last spring.<br />
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Finally, while we were in the S & I training last Monday, the Elders and Sisters went on a P-day hike to Broken Bridge. In this picture they are pretending to be jumping off the bridge. Fortunately, no missionaries were soaked in the filming of this picture.<br />
One last thought from our S&I training. As we seek to come closer to our Savior, we should often ask ourselves these 2 questions:<br />
1. What am I doing that I need to stop doing?<br />
2. What am I not doing that I need to start doing? We pray our mission is blessing us to become more like our Savior, Jesus Christ.<br />
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