Armenia Experiences #10
Every day seems to bring something “new to us”. On the 21st of December, we were making a visit to the village of Vedi. We took our first marchutni ride (it’s a van with windows that they’ve retrofitted with lots of seats, so about 15 people could sit and more could stand, if necessary). It’s a pretty inexpensive way to travel (cost about 100 dram (a little more than a quarter) for the one way trip…not as nice as taxi, however.
We visited with the Avetisyan family. They haven’t been to church for awhile, so we were checking it out. The parents are Valodya and Lida and their children (what I know about) are Albert and his wife Armenuhi, Susanna, and Gohar (the branch’s YW President). The parents were busy with some farming things, so wasn’t a good time to visit, but Susanna invited us over to her house. She is the only one of that family who is not a member…and she knows how to cook and how to treat company. They just kept bring out more and more things to eat…so many that the table couldn’t hold it all. There were some different things, too. They first brought out a bowl of bottled fruit which we really couldn’t identify but was close to a crab apple, we think, and a drink. Another plate of apples and mandarins was served and then came some pickled peppers, pickled cabbage, and carrots, along with some desserty-type foods. A hot dish with tomatoes that they called an omelet along with bread and lavash was served next, along with cheese. This was followed by a plate of fried potatoes and another drink, a cultured milk of sorts. Then came a plate of greens (cilantro). I’m sure there is something I missed, but needless to say, we didn’t need to cook dinner. Yeah!
Last Sunday, a couple of people that we had previously met with, did come to church. Tamara and one of the twin boys, along with Movses, as well as someone we didn’t recognize came for our meetings. After Sacrament Meeting, the Elders told us that someone was waiting to see us. We went to see what it was all about and were introduced to Serozha Petrosyan. He came to see who had been looking for him. The government office that we have been using to get information must have called him. They all knew who he was because he goes running every day and for an 81 year old man, that is impressive…and he was impressive. Totally bald, and totally tanned/weathered, but very, very fit. He said he wants to have us to dinner, but is living with his daughter in the village, so will come to church another Sunday and we’ll find a time to go to visit with him.
On Christmas Eve, we had to go out for a bit to buy a few more things for our dinner with the Elders and we ventured over to the store we call Wal-Mart. We were so surprised to find the street almost completely lined with vendors selling all sorts of fruits and vegetables. I think this is in preparation for their New Year celebration. Christmas isn’t a big deal, but the New Year; now, that is another story. According to Marine (our landlord’s daughter), people prepare all sorts of foods and load up the table and open the doors. Whoever comes, stranger or not, is welcome to partake of the feast. I don’t think we plan on preparing a feast, but will find out how it is done and tell you more later.
We had gone out looking for a meat thermometer, but no luck. When we put the turkey in the oven we discovered it had a pop-up timer in it. Although, it never popped up, we decided after five plus hours it had to be cooked. The elders who came to dinner really seemed to enjoy themselves. We did miss the homemade cranberry jelly and wished Jana had a very long, and I mean very long, tube, to shoot some over to us. Maybe we can arrange to have some cranberry jelly shipped to us in a can (I know it isn’t nearly as good, but would be better than nothing). I also tried to make stuffing and it turned out okay. It was just bread, onions, a little chicken bouillon, and fresh parsley (the only fresh herb I could find) and some poultry seasoning I obtained from one of the senior couples. We also had mashed potatoes and with a newly acquired electric hand mixer/blender, it was not a problem to do. I also tried to whip some cream, but it never did whip…don’t know if it was too old or not the right stuff, but our fruit salad was served with just a little regular cream sauce, unwhipped.
Christmas Day, we enjoyed another turkey dinner with all the senior couples. Everyone helped with the meal and I got to do potatoes again (glad for that mixer). We also brought a deep dish apple pie (which was nearly all consumed) along with some of Rog’s fudge. The fudge wasn’t quite the same as at home, but none of them had tasted it before, so they thought it was wonderful…and we also indulged ourselves by eating some. We played a game, did a white elephant exchange, and watched “The Forgotten Carol”. Nice evening, but the best part was being able to Skype and talk with all our children and grandchildren (at least those that wanted or could talk). We miss them and it was wonderful to see them and hear them in person. Next year, we want to talk with each one individually, so remind me.
On December 26th, we had another new experience. We were invited by the missionaries to join them as they visited one of their investigators. Hamlet and Ninel are the names of the couple. They were in the process of making lavash. It’s a new business they started a few months ago. They make some for themselves, but also make some to sell. It was fun and I was tempted to throw the dough, but it probably would have ended up on the floor and as I was wearing a black skirt, it probably would also have been flour covered, so I resisted. They are a wonderful family and working so hard on their new business. It’s so hard in Armenia to be able to have a business and maintain your family. We pray for them and their success. In between cooking, the missionaries were able to have a discussion and you could feel a sweet spirit there. We were glad to be included in their visit. Both of the missionaries are anticipating transfers this next week, so more change in the forecast.
I just learned today that my mother passed away and while I’m saddened not to be able to see her again in this life, I’m grateful for the knowledge I have that we can be together again. I know she’s in a better place and having a glorious reunion with friends and family. I’m grateful for the Atonement of Jesus Christ and the knowledge of this gives me hope for the future.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Armenia Adventures #9
Armenian Experiences #9
The other day (December 15th) was interesting as we went to get our visa’s renewed. Everything that has to do with anything governmental here seems so antiquated. There doesn’t seem to be much that is automated, although I have noticed some computers in the office. The buildings are not very attractive…not too much marble or wood here, mostly cement. We did get our visas and will be okay to stay here for another year. I noticed the other day when we went to the Post Office to pay our utility bills that the clerk operates the request for stamps out of a shoe box. There doesn’t seem to be much in the way of check and balances or controls. One dishonest employee could be disastrous.
In the evening, we were also able to go to the Opera House to view some Armenian Dancers. The costumes of the women were beautiful and very modest…not much showing of legs or arms. The men’s costumes were less ornamented but they all were moving about fairly fast with flying feet. The Opera House was beautiful (now we see some marble and beautiful chandeliers) and it was fun to see the performance to experience some of the culture of Armenia and to be with the other Senior Couples.
Another first on the 16th: We came back from Noyakert where we bundled twigs for Marietta and visited with Lala and her family (we’re hoping that we can get her young adult children, who aren’t currently coming to church, to come to a planned Christmas activity in Yerevan this Saturday), and we couldn’t get into our apartment. We called the missionaries who called Maro, our housekeeper, who had a key and she also tried, but no luck. Our neighbor across the hall then called her son who came over. He tried, and did get it to open, but discovered the lock was shot, so spent some time getting a new lock and installing it. It’s apparently the Armenian way (or maybe the Ararat way as they don’t have a lot and help each other out where they can) to help where needed and not expect payment for doing the work. Different! Our dependable elders came over to help, too. We’re going to miss Elder Pulsipher who is transferring to another area tomorrow. We sent him off with a jar of Skippy peanut butter and he was pleased to say the least. We’re just hoping that we can find some more the next time we go to the market.
We also were invited to a farewell dinner for Elder Pulsipher put on by Hasmik and Ando. We were able to try another “new to us” food. The elders referred to it as “cutlet” and it was a sort of ground up meat with spices, shaped like the potato part of a McDonald’s breakfast meal. It was tasty. They also served a cheese (I think it was Armenian) that I tried a very little of and I’m glad I only tried a little. It was way salty and very strong. A dish, comprised of cabbage, onions etc., sort of like coleslaw, was also part of the meal, as well as hunks of bread that were placed on the table.
We have been able to visit several more members and hope that our visits will help them have a desire to return to church. We visited several trying to encourage them to come to the young adult party. Two we met were a couple of sisters living together (18 and 16) in the dorms. Their mother has gone to Russia and they fend for themselves. The 18 year old had such dark circles under her eyes, I hope they are doing okay.
We also visited with the two sisters of the girl I mentioned previously who had been kidnapped. Their story was somewhat different than their mother’s. Jemma, who is almost 17, eloped with her 21 year old boyfriend and they will be officially married on February 13th of next year. But, that probably or definitely means the loss of an active member in our branch.
Many of them live on such a low subsistence level. We are really blessed to be Americans. Our translator, Artur, has a really strong desire to come to America as he feels his chances for success here are so limited. He’s struggled to find a job and is currently in training to be a Gold’s Gym employee, but they are slow to call him to finish his training and begin working…and then the pay isn’t good enough to “make your fortune”. So, he wants to immigrate…but that doesn’t help the church to grow here.
Almost every day offers something new…but then when you’re in a different place doing different things that is bound to happen. On the 18th, we met our big CES boss, Peter Cosak, who came down from Moscow. He came to Ararat and visited briefly with Seminary students and then did some training with us and the Shulzes, the current CES couple. He’s dynamic and German and had some good ideas and suggestions to help improve the Seminary and Institute programs here in Armenia.
The other day (December 15th) was interesting as we went to get our visa’s renewed. Everything that has to do with anything governmental here seems so antiquated. There doesn’t seem to be much that is automated, although I have noticed some computers in the office. The buildings are not very attractive…not too much marble or wood here, mostly cement. We did get our visas and will be okay to stay here for another year. I noticed the other day when we went to the Post Office to pay our utility bills that the clerk operates the request for stamps out of a shoe box. There doesn’t seem to be much in the way of check and balances or controls. One dishonest employee could be disastrous.
In the evening, we were also able to go to the Opera House to view some Armenian Dancers. The costumes of the women were beautiful and very modest…not much showing of legs or arms. The men’s costumes were less ornamented but they all were moving about fairly fast with flying feet. The Opera House was beautiful (now we see some marble and beautiful chandeliers) and it was fun to see the performance to experience some of the culture of Armenia and to be with the other Senior Couples.
Another first on the 16th: We came back from Noyakert where we bundled twigs for Marietta and visited with Lala and her family (we’re hoping that we can get her young adult children, who aren’t currently coming to church, to come to a planned Christmas activity in Yerevan this Saturday), and we couldn’t get into our apartment. We called the missionaries who called Maro, our housekeeper, who had a key and she also tried, but no luck. Our neighbor across the hall then called her son who came over. He tried, and did get it to open, but discovered the lock was shot, so spent some time getting a new lock and installing it. It’s apparently the Armenian way (or maybe the Ararat way as they don’t have a lot and help each other out where they can) to help where needed and not expect payment for doing the work. Different! Our dependable elders came over to help, too. We’re going to miss Elder Pulsipher who is transferring to another area tomorrow. We sent him off with a jar of Skippy peanut butter and he was pleased to say the least. We’re just hoping that we can find some more the next time we go to the market.
We also were invited to a farewell dinner for Elder Pulsipher put on by Hasmik and Ando. We were able to try another “new to us” food. The elders referred to it as “cutlet” and it was a sort of ground up meat with spices, shaped like the potato part of a McDonald’s breakfast meal. It was tasty. They also served a cheese (I think it was Armenian) that I tried a very little of and I’m glad I only tried a little. It was way salty and very strong. A dish, comprised of cabbage, onions etc., sort of like coleslaw, was also part of the meal, as well as hunks of bread that were placed on the table.
We have been able to visit several more members and hope that our visits will help them have a desire to return to church. We visited several trying to encourage them to come to the young adult party. Two we met were a couple of sisters living together (18 and 16) in the dorms. Their mother has gone to Russia and they fend for themselves. The 18 year old had such dark circles under her eyes, I hope they are doing okay.
We also visited with the two sisters of the girl I mentioned previously who had been kidnapped. Their story was somewhat different than their mother’s. Jemma, who is almost 17, eloped with her 21 year old boyfriend and they will be officially married on February 13th of next year. But, that probably or definitely means the loss of an active member in our branch.
Many of them live on such a low subsistence level. We are really blessed to be Americans. Our translator, Artur, has a really strong desire to come to America as he feels his chances for success here are so limited. He’s struggled to find a job and is currently in training to be a Gold’s Gym employee, but they are slow to call him to finish his training and begin working…and then the pay isn’t good enough to “make your fortune”. So, he wants to immigrate…but that doesn’t help the church to grow here.
Almost every day offers something new…but then when you’re in a different place doing different things that is bound to happen. On the 18th, we met our big CES boss, Peter Cosak, who came down from Moscow. He came to Ararat and visited briefly with Seminary students and then did some training with us and the Shulzes, the current CES couple. He’s dynamic and German and had some good ideas and suggestions to help improve the Seminary and Institute programs here in Armenia.
Armenia Adventures #8
Armenian Adventures #8
Today was our first attempt to go out and meet and/or try to find the less active members of our branch. It was really helpful that we had our translator, Artur Minasyan, with us. He could ask all the right questions and we had a wonderful time. As we were looking for the first person on our list, Artur asked a man hanging out his window while smoking a cigarette, for some information. The man almost immediately came down to help and the next thing we knew, we were in his apartment, being served apricot nectar and a lot of fruit. He was interesting to talk to and somehow was able to get a hold of another woman who came over and indicated that if we came to her office, she would be able to help us find out about anyone in this area. He and his wife were very friendly. He is crane operator who makes only about $250 a month but is one of 10 siblings and he indicated they help him out some. He indicated he would like to have us over for barbecue, so will have to see if that pans out. He said he felt a connection with us (patting his heart) so that was good. I didn’t even get his name, but in this small town, maybe our paths will cross again.
We next visited with Sonia. Apparently, she had a son die and no one from the church came to pay respects, so she was very offended, and hasn’t been back to church since then. Artur was shocked that such a thing would occur and so were we. There must be more to this story. At any rate, Sonia said she was willing to have us visit her again and would let the branch president and visiting teachers come as well, so there’s hope she’ll come back and join us.
We met with one other family and found out that Tamara (the mother) is a sister to Lala (I’ve talked about her previously) and she and her husband, who is not a member, have three children living at home, an 18 year old, Heghine, and twin 13 year old boys, Hrach and Rubik. The father and boys had been a bit sick, but were now recovering. Tamara said she had been reading in the bible last evening, prayed for understanding about what she had read and asking what she should do. She said that our coming was the answer to her prayers…that she should go to church. We hope to see them there this Sunday. We learned, too, that Lala’s married daughter, Hermine, lives across the street. We tried to visit with her but she wouldn’t come to the door. A couple of girls who were sisters we met in the stairwell by Hermine’s apartment, tried to call her to let us in. They said that probably her husband wouldn’t allow her to talk with us. Maybe we’ll try another day.
Today was our first attempt to go out and meet and/or try to find the less active members of our branch. It was really helpful that we had our translator, Artur Minasyan, with us. He could ask all the right questions and we had a wonderful time. As we were looking for the first person on our list, Artur asked a man hanging out his window while smoking a cigarette, for some information. The man almost immediately came down to help and the next thing we knew, we were in his apartment, being served apricot nectar and a lot of fruit. He was interesting to talk to and somehow was able to get a hold of another woman who came over and indicated that if we came to her office, she would be able to help us find out about anyone in this area. He and his wife were very friendly. He is crane operator who makes only about $250 a month but is one of 10 siblings and he indicated they help him out some. He indicated he would like to have us over for barbecue, so will have to see if that pans out. He said he felt a connection with us (patting his heart) so that was good. I didn’t even get his name, but in this small town, maybe our paths will cross again.
We next visited with Sonia. Apparently, she had a son die and no one from the church came to pay respects, so she was very offended, and hasn’t been back to church since then. Artur was shocked that such a thing would occur and so were we. There must be more to this story. At any rate, Sonia said she was willing to have us visit her again and would let the branch president and visiting teachers come as well, so there’s hope she’ll come back and join us.
We met with one other family and found out that Tamara (the mother) is a sister to Lala (I’ve talked about her previously) and she and her husband, who is not a member, have three children living at home, an 18 year old, Heghine, and twin 13 year old boys, Hrach and Rubik. The father and boys had been a bit sick, but were now recovering. Tamara said she had been reading in the bible last evening, prayed for understanding about what she had read and asking what she should do. She said that our coming was the answer to her prayers…that she should go to church. We hope to see them there this Sunday. We learned, too, that Lala’s married daughter, Hermine, lives across the street. We tried to visit with her but she wouldn’t come to the door. A couple of girls who were sisters we met in the stairwell by Hermine’s apartment, tried to call her to let us in. They said that probably her husband wouldn’t allow her to talk with us. Maybe we’ll try another day.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Armenia Adventures #7
Armenia Experiences #7
Sunday, we had our last session of District Conference. Our translators weren’t working, so we couldn’t understand the Armenians, but did enjoy the English speakers.
President Dunn talked about getting ready today for the temple that is coming to Kiev. He talked about the difference between symptoms and disease. Disease is like a cold and symptoms are sneezing and coughing. He said that sometimes members suffer from not being fully converted; and we need to do things to treat that problem. We can strengthen ourselves by studying scriptures, praying, serving others. All help us to be better converted. When we’re fully converted our behavior will change. One symptom of not being fully converted is that we don’t reach out or we may talk about others. He said we should realize that everyone is a child of God and it will offend God if we do anything to offend his children and gossip causes great harm. He said, treat the disease, follow your leaders. He said we will do this if we are truly converted. He admonished us to look for good in others, forgive each other (we will do this if our testimony is strong and we’re truly converted); The Lord intended for life to be hard; Mosiah 24 treats this subject. Liken the scriptures to yourself. The Lord promised people he would ease their burden, but he didn’t do it immediately. He told them they must be cheerful, faithful, prayerful, and patient. Our burdens may be heavy but the Lord has promised he will make them lighter.
Sister Dunn talked about the Holy Ghost and how it is a guide to let us know when we are doing right, but also lets us know when we aren’t doing things right. She cautioned to use wisdom in what we study and to study the Book of Mormon.
Sister Schwitzer talked about no matter when you come into the church, the rewards are the same. She referred us to Matthew 20.
Elder Schwitzer talked about why he loves Jesus Christ so much and all that he has done for us. He talked about his career as an emergency room doctor and how he came to know that there is life after death and how Jesus Christ made it possible for us to receive a perfect body and never die again. He referred us to Moses 6: 51, 52, and 53 where he teaches Adam why he needs to be baptized and Adam gets a testimony. He asked the rhetorical question, “Why wouldn’t Adam shout to God when he knew he wouldn’t be dead forever: wouldn’t he say, “Thank you, I believe, I want this”. Luke 22:41-43 we learn that Christ suffered for us and how he was comforted by an angel and wondering if that angel might not be Adam.
It was a wonderful conference, but nice to be back to our humble abode…except there was a lot of water on the bathroom floor…aargh!
Well, we were home a short while and then returned to Yerevan. We were able to Skype a little with JaneAnne (who should have been in bed…it was way late), but nice to see her “yawning face”. We maybe will be able to get internet, but if we don’t it probably will be Christmas before we can see and talk with you Skypers again.
Monday evening, we tried another Armenian restaurant called the Oregano and enjoyed some other Armenian foods…pretty good. We went with the Schultz’s (the CES couple here). They accompanied us as we tried another new thing…riding on the metro as we journeyed to the Mission Home for a senior couple’s fireside with Elder and Sister Schwitzer. We walked down some flights of stairs and then for only 50 dram (about 14 cents) hopped onto an escalator going down steeply at a pretty fast pace and for about 80 ft. For someone who doesn’t like heights, I had to look behind instead of forward to not go weak in the knees. The metro was pretty fast and the stop has a zillion little shops set up selling everything you can imagine, all underground. We then had about a 15 minute walk to the Mission Home, but was good exercise and not too bad as it was downhill all the way. Sister Schwitzer talked a lot about faith and how through experiences she had had, her faith became even stronger. I guess there was a period in her life when she lost a grandchild, her daughter-in-law was diagnosed with thyroid cancer, her husband had prostate cancer and her missionary son suffered brain trauma; all events as they worked through them helped increase her faith. Elder Schwitzer willingly answered all our questions; it was a great evening.
After a short night, we gathered again at the Mission Office for Zone Conference. The senior couples were in charge of putting on a “holiday feast” for all the missionaries in attendance at noon. We had turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes and gravy, rolls and corn, followed by pumpkin pie. Other than extra rolls and one pot too many of mashed potatoes, we came out pretty close to even. Sister Dunn had previously cooked, sliced and frozen about 6-14 lb. turkeys. The missionaries were all grateful. My assignment had been to supervise the potato cooking and mashing and coordinate the serving of the rest of the dinner. Apparently, the Armenians do their mashed potatoes much like the way Mike did them one time before receiving proper instruction about how to prepare them. So I made sure the water was all drained off and that lots of butter and some milk were added to make them fluffy mounds of ymmm. It was a tasty feast.
This week also included another visit to Marietta to chop wood and rake leaves. She fed us some other food that I can only describe, as I don’t know what it is called. She wrapped lavash around what appeared to be a slice of hotdog and then fried them in a little oil. Another dish was a combination of onions, eggplant and tomatoes which was good (and no ill effects, either). She served another tomato dish that had spices and egg in it and a drink that they called cranberry juice, but other than color I couldn’t taste much in common…but it was good.
We also went with the Elders for a Super Seminary Saturday. Kids come from all the branches to participate in games and scripture chase and food and dance (except there wasn’t much music because the one with the assignment to bring music didn’t come…I suspect sort of typical for this age group).
Sunday was rather interesting and the things which came out. The Branch President came into Relief Society and announced that if any of the women had problems, they should come to me first. With no translators (other than the missionary elders) that should be interesting. I alerted the missionaries that they might have some additional duties. Another rather bizarre incident, but maybe normal for Armenia…I just don’t know…also occurred. One of the sisters had felt ill during Gospel Doctrine Class (held her head in terrible pain and indicated that it was her blood pressure). After a little while she felt some better and the meeting went on. But then, it was almost time for Relief Society to start and in walks a woman dressed in a white lab coat, somewhat physician like and carrying a rather large hypodermic needle. The next thing I notice is that the sister who had been ill, dropped her drawers, and the needle is being injected into her bottom. Shortly after that, the nurse (I guess that was what she was) comes back into the room with another needle, and another sister starts to do the same thing. I suggested that she go around the corner into another room where she had more privacy. They said it was for high blood pressure. I think mine, at this point, is now going up…but it’s just getting started. The meeting is then somewhat occupied by a report from my counselor, Aida. During the week, her daughter, a 17 year old, was kidnapped and taken away. In this culture, a young man may express a desire to marry a girl, but if she rejects him or the family doesn’t approve, he may decide to kidnap her and rape her. If that occurs, she generally will have to marry him as in their culture, if she is no longer a virgin, no one else would marry her. Aida spent a lot of time trying to find her daughter and told the boy’s relatives, “She’s not of age; she’s not finished with school, etc. etc., but to no avail. She couldn’t even at first talk with her daughter, but finally was able to communicate with her and her daughter told her to not try any more, she was not coming back. I’m sure Aida has agonized over this but has strong faith that eventually everything will come out all right.
I should comment that today was fast and testimony meeting and for sure there are no travelogues here. There isn’t the money to travel, so they share simple, but heartfelt testimonies about Jesus Christ and what their membership in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints means to them. It was really nice to see Rafik at our meeting. The missionary who was instrumental in sharing the gospel with him, Sister Fager, was on a farewell tour with her parents and came to our meeting. She was a loved missionary and everyone was happy to see her. It was nice to have a chapel full of people.
Sunday, we had our last session of District Conference. Our translators weren’t working, so we couldn’t understand the Armenians, but did enjoy the English speakers.
President Dunn talked about getting ready today for the temple that is coming to Kiev. He talked about the difference between symptoms and disease. Disease is like a cold and symptoms are sneezing and coughing. He said that sometimes members suffer from not being fully converted; and we need to do things to treat that problem. We can strengthen ourselves by studying scriptures, praying, serving others. All help us to be better converted. When we’re fully converted our behavior will change. One symptom of not being fully converted is that we don’t reach out or we may talk about others. He said we should realize that everyone is a child of God and it will offend God if we do anything to offend his children and gossip causes great harm. He said, treat the disease, follow your leaders. He said we will do this if we are truly converted. He admonished us to look for good in others, forgive each other (we will do this if our testimony is strong and we’re truly converted); The Lord intended for life to be hard; Mosiah 24 treats this subject. Liken the scriptures to yourself. The Lord promised people he would ease their burden, but he didn’t do it immediately. He told them they must be cheerful, faithful, prayerful, and patient. Our burdens may be heavy but the Lord has promised he will make them lighter.
Sister Dunn talked about the Holy Ghost and how it is a guide to let us know when we are doing right, but also lets us know when we aren’t doing things right. She cautioned to use wisdom in what we study and to study the Book of Mormon.
Sister Schwitzer talked about no matter when you come into the church, the rewards are the same. She referred us to Matthew 20.
Elder Schwitzer talked about why he loves Jesus Christ so much and all that he has done for us. He talked about his career as an emergency room doctor and how he came to know that there is life after death and how Jesus Christ made it possible for us to receive a perfect body and never die again. He referred us to Moses 6: 51, 52, and 53 where he teaches Adam why he needs to be baptized and Adam gets a testimony. He asked the rhetorical question, “Why wouldn’t Adam shout to God when he knew he wouldn’t be dead forever: wouldn’t he say, “Thank you, I believe, I want this”. Luke 22:41-43 we learn that Christ suffered for us and how he was comforted by an angel and wondering if that angel might not be Adam.
It was a wonderful conference, but nice to be back to our humble abode…except there was a lot of water on the bathroom floor…aargh!
Well, we were home a short while and then returned to Yerevan. We were able to Skype a little with JaneAnne (who should have been in bed…it was way late), but nice to see her “yawning face”. We maybe will be able to get internet, but if we don’t it probably will be Christmas before we can see and talk with you Skypers again.
Monday evening, we tried another Armenian restaurant called the Oregano and enjoyed some other Armenian foods…pretty good. We went with the Schultz’s (the CES couple here). They accompanied us as we tried another new thing…riding on the metro as we journeyed to the Mission Home for a senior couple’s fireside with Elder and Sister Schwitzer. We walked down some flights of stairs and then for only 50 dram (about 14 cents) hopped onto an escalator going down steeply at a pretty fast pace and for about 80 ft. For someone who doesn’t like heights, I had to look behind instead of forward to not go weak in the knees. The metro was pretty fast and the stop has a zillion little shops set up selling everything you can imagine, all underground. We then had about a 15 minute walk to the Mission Home, but was good exercise and not too bad as it was downhill all the way. Sister Schwitzer talked a lot about faith and how through experiences she had had, her faith became even stronger. I guess there was a period in her life when she lost a grandchild, her daughter-in-law was diagnosed with thyroid cancer, her husband had prostate cancer and her missionary son suffered brain trauma; all events as they worked through them helped increase her faith. Elder Schwitzer willingly answered all our questions; it was a great evening.
After a short night, we gathered again at the Mission Office for Zone Conference. The senior couples were in charge of putting on a “holiday feast” for all the missionaries in attendance at noon. We had turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes and gravy, rolls and corn, followed by pumpkin pie. Other than extra rolls and one pot too many of mashed potatoes, we came out pretty close to even. Sister Dunn had previously cooked, sliced and frozen about 6-14 lb. turkeys. The missionaries were all grateful. My assignment had been to supervise the potato cooking and mashing and coordinate the serving of the rest of the dinner. Apparently, the Armenians do their mashed potatoes much like the way Mike did them one time before receiving proper instruction about how to prepare them. So I made sure the water was all drained off and that lots of butter and some milk were added to make them fluffy mounds of ymmm. It was a tasty feast.
This week also included another visit to Marietta to chop wood and rake leaves. She fed us some other food that I can only describe, as I don’t know what it is called. She wrapped lavash around what appeared to be a slice of hotdog and then fried them in a little oil. Another dish was a combination of onions, eggplant and tomatoes which was good (and no ill effects, either). She served another tomato dish that had spices and egg in it and a drink that they called cranberry juice, but other than color I couldn’t taste much in common…but it was good.
We also went with the Elders for a Super Seminary Saturday. Kids come from all the branches to participate in games and scripture chase and food and dance (except there wasn’t much music because the one with the assignment to bring music didn’t come…I suspect sort of typical for this age group).
Sunday was rather interesting and the things which came out. The Branch President came into Relief Society and announced that if any of the women had problems, they should come to me first. With no translators (other than the missionary elders) that should be interesting. I alerted the missionaries that they might have some additional duties. Another rather bizarre incident, but maybe normal for Armenia…I just don’t know…also occurred. One of the sisters had felt ill during Gospel Doctrine Class (held her head in terrible pain and indicated that it was her blood pressure). After a little while she felt some better and the meeting went on. But then, it was almost time for Relief Society to start and in walks a woman dressed in a white lab coat, somewhat physician like and carrying a rather large hypodermic needle. The next thing I notice is that the sister who had been ill, dropped her drawers, and the needle is being injected into her bottom. Shortly after that, the nurse (I guess that was what she was) comes back into the room with another needle, and another sister starts to do the same thing. I suggested that she go around the corner into another room where she had more privacy. They said it was for high blood pressure. I think mine, at this point, is now going up…but it’s just getting started. The meeting is then somewhat occupied by a report from my counselor, Aida. During the week, her daughter, a 17 year old, was kidnapped and taken away. In this culture, a young man may express a desire to marry a girl, but if she rejects him or the family doesn’t approve, he may decide to kidnap her and rape her. If that occurs, she generally will have to marry him as in their culture, if she is no longer a virgin, no one else would marry her. Aida spent a lot of time trying to find her daughter and told the boy’s relatives, “She’s not of age; she’s not finished with school, etc. etc., but to no avail. She couldn’t even at first talk with her daughter, but finally was able to communicate with her and her daughter told her to not try any more, she was not coming back. I’m sure Aida has agonized over this but has strong faith that eventually everything will come out all right.
I should comment that today was fast and testimony meeting and for sure there are no travelogues here. There isn’t the money to travel, so they share simple, but heartfelt testimonies about Jesus Christ and what their membership in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints means to them. It was really nice to see Rafik at our meeting. The missionary who was instrumental in sharing the gospel with him, Sister Fager, was on a farewell tour with her parents and came to our meeting. She was a loved missionary and everyone was happy to see her. It was nice to have a chapel full of people.
Armenia Week Six
Armenia Week 6 (November 22 – November 27)
This week included more visits to members. We felt we might have to eat Hash as Lusik had told us she was going to fix a Georgian meal…but we lucked out; she fed us nummy Dolma instead…but we may yet get Hash as she showed us the cow hooves she was soaking. Check out the picture that’s in photobucket.com.
Wednesday was also the first Relief Society activity I’ve participated in. It was quite different from what I have experienced at home. The sisters all gathered at the church, sitting around in a large circle. They did start with a spiritual thought and prayer, but then it was just a lot of talent sharing: some sang solos, mostly of Armenian type music which sounds a little mournful to me, some recited poems, several danced, and Tovinar played the old, out of tune piano pretty well. We also have an electronic piano which is more in tune, but that wasn’t her choice. They visit with one another and sometimes they appear to be arguing or fighting, but I’m not sure as I don’t know what they said, only how their voices sound to me. Then they eat…and this time it was horavats with an apple, cream puff and drink all served on cardboard-type plates which they will wash and reuse. I think some came because they were hoping the branch president would be there and they could implore him for assistance, but he was working (it seems that not many men work in this town). They wanted to have me talk to the branch president, but the missionaries intervened and said they would have to personally discuss their needs with him. I do think they bent the branch president’s wife’s ear some, however.
This week was also Thanksgiving and boy do we count our blessings each and every day. We were able to spend some time with the other senior couples. We were treated to a wonderful feast at the Marriott Hotel in Yerevan. It’s an Italian restaurant but they served up a terrific turkey, mashed potatoes and veggies meal. We even had shrimp cocktail and a squash soup and a baked apple on cream for other courses. We were stuffed…aren’t we lucky enough to be that way on most Thanksgivings. I’m so grateful to be an American! We are blessed! I forgot to mention that we were also serenaded by a wonderful singer who sang in several languages…now maybe that makes it more of an Italian restaurant.
Friday, we went with the VanDykes (from American Fork) who are serving up in Gyumri, to see some of the touristy things in Armenia. We went to Khor Virap. If you have seen pictures of Mt. Ararat, it’s the buildings just in front. This is where St. Gregory the Illuminator who was imprisoned for preaching Christianity, was kept for 13 years in a pit. He was saved only because a caring women threw food down to him. We climbed down a steel ladder about 6 meters or so to his chamber…dark and depressing…to say the least. I didn’t think I was going to make it back out as it was straight up climbing, pulling yourself up a rung at a time…but I’m writing this, so I did. I noticed something else interesting as we drove along. The graveyards have actual pictures of the deceased carved or etched into the headstones.
We also visited the headquarters (Holy See) of the Armenian Apolostic Church. It has several old churches and some newer ones under construction at the site. It also has what appears to be monastery- like dorms for those studying there. If I understood our guide right, the priests can marry, except for the head one who doesn’t get married. The biggest cathedral (Echmiadzin), I think the guide said was originally built in 303 A.D. but has been remodeled and/or renovated several times since then. Christianity was declared as the State Religion in 301 AD. I noticed that they have some boxes on stands filled with sand and water. People purchase candles, light them and put them in the boxes as sort of a way to pray for someone or something. They also go out of the churches walking backwards. When I asked our guide about it, he indicated that you shouldn’t turn your back on God, so they walk out backwards.
Saturday, November 28, we enjoyed the adult session of our District Conference. Elder Schwitzer was the visiting authority. He taught a lot about the importance of mothers and fathers being teachers in the home and how children can be taught even without words being said, i.e. pictures on the refrigerators (he said this was particularly effective for teenage boys who hang out by the frig), on the wall of their homes. He said as a bishop he visited an inactive sister and found out when he noticed a picture on her wall that she had been a missionary long ago. She didn’t return to church, but her five sons all served missions. He said to never discount the influence that a picture can have. He also questioned the type of videos, books we have and we should make sure they are the types of things that will be a good influence. They are another way that we can teach without the use of words. He also talked about the importance of sitting down at the table and eating together. He also taught a principle about how to learn the 10 commandments. He divided the commandments into three parts: the first part containing 4 commandments about God (have no other Gods before us, don’t worship idols or things other than God, don’t take the name of the Lord in vain, keep the Sabbath holy); the second part: about parents (honor thy father and mother), and the last five commandments dealing with others: don’t kill, commit adultery, steal, tell lies, bear false witness, or covet anything your neighbor has). We were able to understand the English speakers (President Dunn, Elder Schwitzer, Sister Dunn and Sister Schwitzer) and had ear phones so the elders could translate for us to understand the Armenians. We’re looking forward to Sunday for the last session of the Conference and then back to business in Ararat for at least a day.
This week included more visits to members. We felt we might have to eat Hash as Lusik had told us she was going to fix a Georgian meal…but we lucked out; she fed us nummy Dolma instead…but we may yet get Hash as she showed us the cow hooves she was soaking. Check out the picture that’s in photobucket.com.
Wednesday was also the first Relief Society activity I’ve participated in. It was quite different from what I have experienced at home. The sisters all gathered at the church, sitting around in a large circle. They did start with a spiritual thought and prayer, but then it was just a lot of talent sharing: some sang solos, mostly of Armenian type music which sounds a little mournful to me, some recited poems, several danced, and Tovinar played the old, out of tune piano pretty well. We also have an electronic piano which is more in tune, but that wasn’t her choice. They visit with one another and sometimes they appear to be arguing or fighting, but I’m not sure as I don’t know what they said, only how their voices sound to me. Then they eat…and this time it was horavats with an apple, cream puff and drink all served on cardboard-type plates which they will wash and reuse. I think some came because they were hoping the branch president would be there and they could implore him for assistance, but he was working (it seems that not many men work in this town). They wanted to have me talk to the branch president, but the missionaries intervened and said they would have to personally discuss their needs with him. I do think they bent the branch president’s wife’s ear some, however.
This week was also Thanksgiving and boy do we count our blessings each and every day. We were able to spend some time with the other senior couples. We were treated to a wonderful feast at the Marriott Hotel in Yerevan. It’s an Italian restaurant but they served up a terrific turkey, mashed potatoes and veggies meal. We even had shrimp cocktail and a squash soup and a baked apple on cream for other courses. We were stuffed…aren’t we lucky enough to be that way on most Thanksgivings. I’m so grateful to be an American! We are blessed! I forgot to mention that we were also serenaded by a wonderful singer who sang in several languages…now maybe that makes it more of an Italian restaurant.
Friday, we went with the VanDykes (from American Fork) who are serving up in Gyumri, to see some of the touristy things in Armenia. We went to Khor Virap. If you have seen pictures of Mt. Ararat, it’s the buildings just in front. This is where St. Gregory the Illuminator who was imprisoned for preaching Christianity, was kept for 13 years in a pit. He was saved only because a caring women threw food down to him. We climbed down a steel ladder about 6 meters or so to his chamber…dark and depressing…to say the least. I didn’t think I was going to make it back out as it was straight up climbing, pulling yourself up a rung at a time…but I’m writing this, so I did. I noticed something else interesting as we drove along. The graveyards have actual pictures of the deceased carved or etched into the headstones.
We also visited the headquarters (Holy See) of the Armenian Apolostic Church. It has several old churches and some newer ones under construction at the site. It also has what appears to be monastery- like dorms for those studying there. If I understood our guide right, the priests can marry, except for the head one who doesn’t get married. The biggest cathedral (Echmiadzin), I think the guide said was originally built in 303 A.D. but has been remodeled and/or renovated several times since then. Christianity was declared as the State Religion in 301 AD. I noticed that they have some boxes on stands filled with sand and water. People purchase candles, light them and put them in the boxes as sort of a way to pray for someone or something. They also go out of the churches walking backwards. When I asked our guide about it, he indicated that you shouldn’t turn your back on God, so they walk out backwards.
Saturday, November 28, we enjoyed the adult session of our District Conference. Elder Schwitzer was the visiting authority. He taught a lot about the importance of mothers and fathers being teachers in the home and how children can be taught even without words being said, i.e. pictures on the refrigerators (he said this was particularly effective for teenage boys who hang out by the frig), on the wall of their homes. He said as a bishop he visited an inactive sister and found out when he noticed a picture on her wall that she had been a missionary long ago. She didn’t return to church, but her five sons all served missions. He said to never discount the influence that a picture can have. He also questioned the type of videos, books we have and we should make sure they are the types of things that will be a good influence. They are another way that we can teach without the use of words. He also talked about the importance of sitting down at the table and eating together. He also taught a principle about how to learn the 10 commandments. He divided the commandments into three parts: the first part containing 4 commandments about God (have no other Gods before us, don’t worship idols or things other than God, don’t take the name of the Lord in vain, keep the Sabbath holy); the second part: about parents (honor thy father and mother), and the last five commandments dealing with others: don’t kill, commit adultery, steal, tell lies, bear false witness, or covet anything your neighbor has). We were able to understand the English speakers (President Dunn, Elder Schwitzer, Sister Dunn and Sister Schwitzer) and had ear phones so the elders could translate for us to understand the Armenians. We’re looking forward to Sunday for the last session of the Conference and then back to business in Ararat for at least a day.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Armenia Week Five
(November 16th – November 21st)
Wednesday, I really went out on a limb and decided to try making spaghetti sauce. I tried a different butcher and watched him as he cut off a hunk of beef and then put it in the grinder to create some hamburger. I had some other ingredients I wanted to use so they wouldn’t go to waste. There were some smallish sticks of celery (less than 3/8” thick, a bunch of tomatoes and a little cilantro). I was able to find a can of mushrooms and some tomato paste, borrowed a bay leaf and cayenne pepper from the elders, bought some green peppers and onions, and voila! It was really quite tasty in spite of missing ingredients I would have used if I were home.
Rog was also able to go with one of the missionaries, and a member from the branch to meet a fellow from the gold mill. They actually were able to communicate some and it looks like there might be an opportunity to meet a different circle of people than missionaries normally meet in Ararat. Isn’t that just like Rog…always thinking of angles to get a little work, work done, too.
The missionaries actually challenged us to pray in Armenian and I tried a little this morning…more English than Armenian, but I am trying. I just don’t have enough vocabulary to have a very long conversation, but then God might be relieved as he has a lot to do these days.
Thursday, we visited with more members. We went to a village called Zod. It seemed like all those we visited lived on the top floors and there are no elevators, so it was a bit of a hike up to their apartments. Mind you, I’m not complaining, just stating what is. The plight is similar to others we have visited…no jobs, not much in the way of heat to keep warm in winter and just general discouragement. They were all women, who were either single, divorced or widowed. Some of them I’m sure are wondering if freedom is worth it. At least with the Russians, they had jobs, heat and food. Is there a humanitarian project out there that might provide skills/jobs, etc.? Any ideas? I think they are willing to work, but have never had to get out there and get a job. I think all the men we see standing around could be busy filling the potholes and making better sidewalks if there were resources to pay them. We also met a couple that were former investigators. He has very bad vision and can’t get around and lost his job because of his loss of sight. She works every day and so, because of their circumstances, can’t qualify to be taught the gospel because they can’t come to church.
We had another new food experience while we were visiting with a member on Saturday. They (her family) brought in a whole bunch of different things to eat, one of which was something that looked like shredded beef and potatoes. I should have noticed that the elders didn’t take any, but I was trying to be hospitable and try a little of everything. I put the meat substance and a potato on a piece of lavash and ate it all. It wasn’t bad tasting, just a little unusual. Well, its previous existence had been as long grass that was braided and dried. I think it is then reconstituted with water (I’m assuming). Apparently, it is a medicinal plant for diarrhea. Maybe it was good to eat it to counteract any of the other questionable things we consumed.
Wednesday, I really went out on a limb and decided to try making spaghetti sauce. I tried a different butcher and watched him as he cut off a hunk of beef and then put it in the grinder to create some hamburger. I had some other ingredients I wanted to use so they wouldn’t go to waste. There were some smallish sticks of celery (less than 3/8” thick, a bunch of tomatoes and a little cilantro). I was able to find a can of mushrooms and some tomato paste, borrowed a bay leaf and cayenne pepper from the elders, bought some green peppers and onions, and voila! It was really quite tasty in spite of missing ingredients I would have used if I were home.
Rog was also able to go with one of the missionaries, and a member from the branch to meet a fellow from the gold mill. They actually were able to communicate some and it looks like there might be an opportunity to meet a different circle of people than missionaries normally meet in Ararat. Isn’t that just like Rog…always thinking of angles to get a little work, work done, too.
The missionaries actually challenged us to pray in Armenian and I tried a little this morning…more English than Armenian, but I am trying. I just don’t have enough vocabulary to have a very long conversation, but then God might be relieved as he has a lot to do these days.
Thursday, we visited with more members. We went to a village called Zod. It seemed like all those we visited lived on the top floors and there are no elevators, so it was a bit of a hike up to their apartments. Mind you, I’m not complaining, just stating what is. The plight is similar to others we have visited…no jobs, not much in the way of heat to keep warm in winter and just general discouragement. They were all women, who were either single, divorced or widowed. Some of them I’m sure are wondering if freedom is worth it. At least with the Russians, they had jobs, heat and food. Is there a humanitarian project out there that might provide skills/jobs, etc.? Any ideas? I think they are willing to work, but have never had to get out there and get a job. I think all the men we see standing around could be busy filling the potholes and making better sidewalks if there were resources to pay them. We also met a couple that were former investigators. He has very bad vision and can’t get around and lost his job because of his loss of sight. She works every day and so, because of their circumstances, can’t qualify to be taught the gospel because they can’t come to church.
We had another new food experience while we were visiting with a member on Saturday. They (her family) brought in a whole bunch of different things to eat, one of which was something that looked like shredded beef and potatoes. I should have noticed that the elders didn’t take any, but I was trying to be hospitable and try a little of everything. I put the meat substance and a potato on a piece of lavash and ate it all. It wasn’t bad tasting, just a little unusual. Well, its previous existence had been as long grass that was braided and dried. I think it is then reconstituted with water (I’m assuming). Apparently, it is a medicinal plant for diarrhea. Maybe it was good to eat it to counteract any of the other questionable things we consumed.
Armenia Week Four
November 15-16, 2009
Hard to believe that another week has gone by and can’t figure out where the time went. I tried to make a deep dish apple pie and found that I could do it with some help from the elders who had a little nutmeg. One of the ingredients I needed was Crisco. Well, the Elder thought that a product called Reddy was similar and would work. It was sort of a shock when I opened the container and found a product that was very yellow in color and in a semi-solid state. It did work, however. Rolling out the dough was a little more complicated, mainly because the kitchen isn’t stocked with a lot of things. I had to use the counter top, sprinkled a little flour on it, and rolled out the dough. My rolling pin was a bottle of vinegar. I may try and get a little more equipment if I make the recipe again. It turned out pretty tasty and all eaters seemed to enjoy it.
Another thing we observed this week was what occurs when someone dies. Someone in our apartment building passed away. The missionaries mentioned this to us and I asked how they knew. Apparently, when someone dies, the top cover of the casket is placed outside the entrance to the building. People come to call and lots of flower arrangements, mostly on stands, appear at the entrance and in the stairwell of the building. The door to the dwelling of the deceased is open and a long wooden bench is put by the door for visitors to sit on while they wait to pay their respects and condolences. There were also lots of cars and people milling around outside in front of the building…mostly men. I don’t recall seeing any women. This may go on for a week or longer. I noticed that when our taxi driver brought us home on Sunday evening, that he didn’t pull up to the door but let us off a ways away so he would disturb those paying their respects.
We also had the experience driving to visit some members (Albert, Tovinar and their son) who live on the border with Azerbaijan. I would like to do that sometime in the daylight. We could still see all the fish ponds on the side of the road with their fish nets at ready for any customer who came along wanting to buy a fish. The elders told us to wear our coats, and we were glad we did. Even though it wasn’t that cold outside, inside with cement floor, ceiling and walls, it was quite chilly. They don’t have much but did manage to cut up an apple which she offered to us. We felt encouraged that they might all come to church next week. Elder Pulsipher offered some comments regarding repentance using a Rubix (sp) cube (help me out here, someone?). If you start with a completed cube and make one twist, getting back to the beginning isn’t too hard, it’s even easy. But if you make several turns (i.e. not doing what is right), it’s a lot more work to get back to where you started. So, if you make a mistake or do something wrong, quickly repent and get back to good ways. It’s a lot easier than doing several things wrong and then trying to repent and get back to the correct way of life.
Hard to believe that another week has gone by and can’t figure out where the time went. I tried to make a deep dish apple pie and found that I could do it with some help from the elders who had a little nutmeg. One of the ingredients I needed was Crisco. Well, the Elder thought that a product called Reddy was similar and would work. It was sort of a shock when I opened the container and found a product that was very yellow in color and in a semi-solid state. It did work, however. Rolling out the dough was a little more complicated, mainly because the kitchen isn’t stocked with a lot of things. I had to use the counter top, sprinkled a little flour on it, and rolled out the dough. My rolling pin was a bottle of vinegar. I may try and get a little more equipment if I make the recipe again. It turned out pretty tasty and all eaters seemed to enjoy it.
Another thing we observed this week was what occurs when someone dies. Someone in our apartment building passed away. The missionaries mentioned this to us and I asked how they knew. Apparently, when someone dies, the top cover of the casket is placed outside the entrance to the building. People come to call and lots of flower arrangements, mostly on stands, appear at the entrance and in the stairwell of the building. The door to the dwelling of the deceased is open and a long wooden bench is put by the door for visitors to sit on while they wait to pay their respects and condolences. There were also lots of cars and people milling around outside in front of the building…mostly men. I don’t recall seeing any women. This may go on for a week or longer. I noticed that when our taxi driver brought us home on Sunday evening, that he didn’t pull up to the door but let us off a ways away so he would disturb those paying their respects.
We also had the experience driving to visit some members (Albert, Tovinar and their son) who live on the border with Azerbaijan. I would like to do that sometime in the daylight. We could still see all the fish ponds on the side of the road with their fish nets at ready for any customer who came along wanting to buy a fish. The elders told us to wear our coats, and we were glad we did. Even though it wasn’t that cold outside, inside with cement floor, ceiling and walls, it was quite chilly. They don’t have much but did manage to cut up an apple which she offered to us. We felt encouraged that they might all come to church next week. Elder Pulsipher offered some comments regarding repentance using a Rubix (sp) cube (help me out here, someone?). If you start with a completed cube and make one twist, getting back to the beginning isn’t too hard, it’s even easy. But if you make several turns (i.e. not doing what is right), it’s a lot more work to get back to where you started. So, if you make a mistake or do something wrong, quickly repent and get back to good ways. It’s a lot easier than doing several things wrong and then trying to repent and get back to the correct way of life.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Pictures
Here is a link to look at our pictures; we haven't been able to upload pictures with the blog. The pictures from today were only from last week and next week I'll try and upload pictures from previous weeks.
http://s646.photobucket.com/albums/uu188/pattiandrogerpeterson/
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Week Three in Armenia
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Monday of this week, we were invited over to Hasmik and Ando’s house for barbecue. The Elders had killed a couple of rabbits in order to make warm mittens for winter. They kept the rabbit meat and we were the beneficiaries of an interesting meal. I’d never eaten rabbit so was an experience. There were a lot of little bones and not a lot of meat. Ando is the first counselor in the Branch Presidency.
Observations today included a bus ride from Ararat to Artashat. I wonder how many places in the world you could go where you’d have to share the road with goats and cows and there would be houses you’d pass by with television antenna and satellite dishes. Probably more do than don’t have such things. So far I’ve seen the herders of animals on foot, bicycle, and horse.
We had a great…and busy day today visiting with members in their homes. They live in such humble circumstances but are so valiant in their desire to serve God and his children. The first one we visited was Marietta. I’ve talked about her previously. She’s such a good woman! Life here is not easy for single women. The Elders were able to help her move her stove inside to get ready for colder days that are coming. I think she heats her house by burning wood. Several of her neighbors in this village heat their homes with cow chips. We could see (and smell) the heaps of dung that were along the roads drying so that later they could be burned.
The next member we visited (had to walk quite a ways, but the exercise was good for us, I’m sure, was Lala. She’s a widow with 7 children. She was commenting some about the fact that they don’t have gas (natural gas to keep warm) and really not enough work available to support her large family. Yet, in spite of their meager circumstances, she served us a wonderful lunch. I just hope the things we ate were cooked enough and clean enough that we won’t have intestinal problems. We had dolma (rice and meat wrapped in grape leaves), mashed potatoes, tomatoes, bread and a green drink. Elder Clark said it was like grass…and right away that didn’t make me any too anxious to sample it, but in order not to be rude, I did take some, and did taste it. Yuck! Not my favorite and I will probably pass up on it the next time. She sent us on our way with a loaf of bread she had just baked, a sackful of tomatoes and half dozen fresh eggs (they were still warm).
We also visited a brother, Rafik, who works a couple of jobs and has a hard time coming to church because he is working so much. His wife’s name is Rosa and she is very nice. They were very friendly and as is the custom in Armenia, when you have guests you always give them something to eat…so we had a little fruit. Normally, I run all our fruit through a bleach wash and a filter rinse, so this is putting my immunities to the test. As we were leaving, I commented about how nice her flowers were…and wouldn’t you know it, she cut me a bunch to take home. Nice centerpiece we now have. I love fresh flowers.
We took a break from visiting to take a bus ride and attend seminary in Artashat for a couple of hours. The Artashat elders taught a lesson and then they did some activities. A few played ping pong and one of the boys brought Monopoly and wanted the elders to teach them to play. It was a Spider Man version and all in English. They had a good time learning to play. Rog commented that he had never had the opportunity as a missionary in Norway to play Monopoly. Aram (taxi man) picked us up and delivered us to Vedi (another village nearby to Ararat) to make some more visits. The elders were supposed to meet us but were delayed when their transportation took longer than they expected. Lusig is from Georgia and although she can’t speak any English kept us entertained with snapshots of her and her family for the past few decades. She lives in what I’d call a “big” house. She has several rooms and it’s just her and her husband’s step mother (about 84 years old). She is a widow and misses her three children who live in Russia. It was another occasion where we received a lot of food and at this point, I’m more than stuffed. We had dolma’s again, only this time the outside covering was cabbage. She also served a sort of pickled cabbage, tomatoes, bread, cilantro and cheese. She opened up a jar of candied apricots and then brought in some mint tea to culminate the feast.
Another visit was made to Suzanna and her daughter Yerjanek (she’s almost 14 and in our music class). Suzanna had fallen that day and had what looked like a badly sprained ankle, and was going to the doctor to get it check out in the morning. Suzanna is the Primary President. She lives with her brother and his family as well as her parents all in one home. Yerjanek made me a centerpiece that she wants me to take home on the plane. We all surrounded Suzanna as she was lying in bed (sister-in-law, parents, cousins, etc.) and we were served apples.
Last visit was to Sada and her family. She has several brothers and a sister who are members but don’t come to church very often. Sada is 17 and very enthusiastic and energetic. Would you believe that we had to eat more fruit? And I think because we were there longer than 30 minutes, we had to eat some more. So, they brought out bread and apricot jam and more tea. At this rate, I really won’t lose any weight. That’s embarrassing to be in a third world country and gain weight. Sort of reminds me of Dave and Connie’s gaining weight in Africa. Our taxi comes but already has one passenger. The four of us have to ride in the back (me on Elder Peterson’s lap). We didn’t hit too many potholes, so wasn’t as bad as anticipated. Climbing the 60 stairs to our home away from home was a welcome relief. Another day in Armenia concluded.
November 8
I wanted to make some beef stew, so Friday night, we went with the elders to the meat shop. It’s all hanging there (Pork, beef, lamb) with flies a buzzing about, but that is the way it is. I did get about 2 kilos and was able to make the stew the next day. I think if you cook anything long enough it ought to take care of any bad germs about. We enjoyed a hearty beef stew with the elders after an afternoon in Artashat attending Institute.
Today, our branch president was released and a new one sustained. Rog is still a counselor and it appears that he (branch president) doesn’t speak any English which will be a challenge. I made it through another R.S. and our first presidency meeting with help from my counselor and Elder Pulsipher. It would be so helpful if I could learn the language quicker. We may yet have to hire a translator.
Monday of this week, we were invited over to Hasmik and Ando’s house for barbecue. The Elders had killed a couple of rabbits in order to make warm mittens for winter. They kept the rabbit meat and we were the beneficiaries of an interesting meal. I’d never eaten rabbit so was an experience. There were a lot of little bones and not a lot of meat. Ando is the first counselor in the Branch Presidency.
Observations today included a bus ride from Ararat to Artashat. I wonder how many places in the world you could go where you’d have to share the road with goats and cows and there would be houses you’d pass by with television antenna and satellite dishes. Probably more do than don’t have such things. So far I’ve seen the herders of animals on foot, bicycle, and horse.
We had a great…and busy day today visiting with members in their homes. They live in such humble circumstances but are so valiant in their desire to serve God and his children. The first one we visited was Marietta. I’ve talked about her previously. She’s such a good woman! Life here is not easy for single women. The Elders were able to help her move her stove inside to get ready for colder days that are coming. I think she heats her house by burning wood. Several of her neighbors in this village heat their homes with cow chips. We could see (and smell) the heaps of dung that were along the roads drying so that later they could be burned.
The next member we visited (had to walk quite a ways, but the exercise was good for us, I’m sure, was Lala. She’s a widow with 7 children. She was commenting some about the fact that they don’t have gas (natural gas to keep warm) and really not enough work available to support her large family. Yet, in spite of their meager circumstances, she served us a wonderful lunch. I just hope the things we ate were cooked enough and clean enough that we won’t have intestinal problems. We had dolma (rice and meat wrapped in grape leaves), mashed potatoes, tomatoes, bread and a green drink. Elder Clark said it was like grass…and right away that didn’t make me any too anxious to sample it, but in order not to be rude, I did take some, and did taste it. Yuck! Not my favorite and I will probably pass up on it the next time. She sent us on our way with a loaf of bread she had just baked, a sackful of tomatoes and half dozen fresh eggs (they were still warm).
We also visited a brother, Rafik, who works a couple of jobs and has a hard time coming to church because he is working so much. His wife’s name is Rosa and she is very nice. They were very friendly and as is the custom in Armenia, when you have guests you always give them something to eat…so we had a little fruit. Normally, I run all our fruit through a bleach wash and a filter rinse, so this is putting my immunities to the test. As we were leaving, I commented about how nice her flowers were…and wouldn’t you know it, she cut me a bunch to take home. Nice centerpiece we now have. I love fresh flowers.
We took a break from visiting to take a bus ride and attend seminary in Artashat for a couple of hours. The Artashat elders taught a lesson and then they did some activities. A few played ping pong and one of the boys brought Monopoly and wanted the elders to teach them to play. It was a Spider Man version and all in English. They had a good time learning to play. Rog commented that he had never had the opportunity as a missionary in Norway to play Monopoly. Aram (taxi man) picked us up and delivered us to Vedi (another village nearby to Ararat) to make some more visits. The elders were supposed to meet us but were delayed when their transportation took longer than they expected. Lusig is from Georgia and although she can’t speak any English kept us entertained with snapshots of her and her family for the past few decades. She lives in what I’d call a “big” house. She has several rooms and it’s just her and her husband’s step mother (about 84 years old). She is a widow and misses her three children who live in Russia. It was another occasion where we received a lot of food and at this point, I’m more than stuffed. We had dolma’s again, only this time the outside covering was cabbage. She also served a sort of pickled cabbage, tomatoes, bread, cilantro and cheese. She opened up a jar of candied apricots and then brought in some mint tea to culminate the feast.
Another visit was made to Suzanna and her daughter Yerjanek (she’s almost 14 and in our music class). Suzanna had fallen that day and had what looked like a badly sprained ankle, and was going to the doctor to get it check out in the morning. Suzanna is the Primary President. She lives with her brother and his family as well as her parents all in one home. Yerjanek made me a centerpiece that she wants me to take home on the plane. We all surrounded Suzanna as she was lying in bed (sister-in-law, parents, cousins, etc.) and we were served apples.
Last visit was to Sada and her family. She has several brothers and a sister who are members but don’t come to church very often. Sada is 17 and very enthusiastic and energetic. Would you believe that we had to eat more fruit? And I think because we were there longer than 30 minutes, we had to eat some more. So, they brought out bread and apricot jam and more tea. At this rate, I really won’t lose any weight. That’s embarrassing to be in a third world country and gain weight. Sort of reminds me of Dave and Connie’s gaining weight in Africa. Our taxi comes but already has one passenger. The four of us have to ride in the back (me on Elder Peterson’s lap). We didn’t hit too many potholes, so wasn’t as bad as anticipated. Climbing the 60 stairs to our home away from home was a welcome relief. Another day in Armenia concluded.
November 8
I wanted to make some beef stew, so Friday night, we went with the elders to the meat shop. It’s all hanging there (Pork, beef, lamb) with flies a buzzing about, but that is the way it is. I did get about 2 kilos and was able to make the stew the next day. I think if you cook anything long enough it ought to take care of any bad germs about. We enjoyed a hearty beef stew with the elders after an afternoon in Artashat attending Institute.
Today, our branch president was released and a new one sustained. Rog is still a counselor and it appears that he (branch president) doesn’t speak any English which will be a challenge. I made it through another R.S. and our first presidency meeting with help from my counselor and Elder Pulsipher. It would be so helpful if I could learn the language quicker. We may yet have to hire a translator.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Week two in Armenia
The missionaries have been putting us through our paces with language training. We’re trying to have the alphabet down pat this week and our assignment is to write it three times. Now, if you’ve seen the alphabet you know that that might be a challenge. I recognize all the letters when I’m reading (don’t always or mostly understand what the words mean, however), but to have to write them is more difficult, but we’re trying.
This week we attended a district missionary meeting with our elders and elders from the Artashat district. The AP’s (Assistants to the mission president) also visited. They have district missionary meetings once a week where they do some language training, some discussion from Preach My Gospel and presentation of challenges they’d like help in solving. I’m so impressed with the missionaries. Its hard work but they remain so upbeat and seem to try and find something positive about each day even if none of their plans worked out.
We also took our first bus ride to Artashat to attend a seminary class. These buses are nothing like UTA, believe you me. They’re pretty rickety, have curtains at most windows and we were glad for any fresh air that came our way. It wasn’t too crowded so we were able to sit for the whole ride. We met the Artashat elders who walked us to the church. Really a very nice building compared to Ararat, but then Ararat isn’t too bad either. We got there plenty early because we weren’t sure how long the ride would take. So, we had some time to read and study while the elders went out and did some shopping for the class. As we were waiting, we heard someone walking around and an older gentleman appeared at the door of the classroom. I think he wondered what we were doing there. He didn’t speak any English, but we did understand he was Pres. Minasyan’s (Counselor in the Mission Presidency) father. We called the elders who explained to him on the phone who we were. The next thing we heard was someone running some water and soon afterward Brother Minasyan appeared with two cups of hot cocoa and a chocolate bar. Inasmuch as we hadn’t had much lunch, it was a welcome treat.
Well, the expected students didn’t arrive, so benefitted by our second language training class of the day. Buses were no longer running, so we had our cab driver, Aram, from Ararat come and return us home.
That evening, we made a visit with the elders to a place they call the “dormitory”. Apparently, back in the days when Russia was in control there were a lot of universities and so there were dormitories. Now they are low income housing (or rather free to those in need). We visited one less active sister and suddenly our apartment is looking like a palace to us. Her little room had two beds, a table and a couple of chairs. Elder Peterson and I were given the chairs and the missionaries sat on the bed while the 78 year old sister stood during our visit. There was a single bare bulb hanging from the center of the room that provided light. Dingy coverings hung at the windows and worn carpet scraps covered part of the cement floor. She had a few pictures and a clock hanging on cement walls. It’s going to be a challenge to know how to best help these people, especially when so many of them are living in similar circumstances. I think they have to share a bathroom with others. I wonder who has charge of cleaning it…probably no one.
We tried to visit another sister who is investigating the church but she was in bed, so no luck there. We went to our local “Walmart”, bought some ice cream and a juice and came back to our apartment to share a sundae with the elders. Life continues to be interesting here.
This week we attended a district missionary meeting with our elders and elders from the Artashat district. The AP’s (Assistants to the mission president) also visited. They have district missionary meetings once a week where they do some language training, some discussion from Preach My Gospel and presentation of challenges they’d like help in solving. I’m so impressed with the missionaries. Its hard work but they remain so upbeat and seem to try and find something positive about each day even if none of their plans worked out.
We also took our first bus ride to Artashat to attend a seminary class. These buses are nothing like UTA, believe you me. They’re pretty rickety, have curtains at most windows and we were glad for any fresh air that came our way. It wasn’t too crowded so we were able to sit for the whole ride. We met the Artashat elders who walked us to the church. Really a very nice building compared to Ararat, but then Ararat isn’t too bad either. We got there plenty early because we weren’t sure how long the ride would take. So, we had some time to read and study while the elders went out and did some shopping for the class. As we were waiting, we heard someone walking around and an older gentleman appeared at the door of the classroom. I think he wondered what we were doing there. He didn’t speak any English, but we did understand he was Pres. Minasyan’s (Counselor in the Mission Presidency) father. We called the elders who explained to him on the phone who we were. The next thing we heard was someone running some water and soon afterward Brother Minasyan appeared with two cups of hot cocoa and a chocolate bar. Inasmuch as we hadn’t had much lunch, it was a welcome treat.
Well, the expected students didn’t arrive, so benefitted by our second language training class of the day. Buses were no longer running, so we had our cab driver, Aram, from Ararat come and return us home.
That evening, we made a visit with the elders to a place they call the “dormitory”. Apparently, back in the days when Russia was in control there were a lot of universities and so there were dormitories. Now they are low income housing (or rather free to those in need). We visited one less active sister and suddenly our apartment is looking like a palace to us. Her little room had two beds, a table and a couple of chairs. Elder Peterson and I were given the chairs and the missionaries sat on the bed while the 78 year old sister stood during our visit. There was a single bare bulb hanging from the center of the room that provided light. Dingy coverings hung at the windows and worn carpet scraps covered part of the cement floor. She had a few pictures and a clock hanging on cement walls. It’s going to be a challenge to know how to best help these people, especially when so many of them are living in similar circumstances. I think they have to share a bathroom with others. I wonder who has charge of cleaning it…probably no one.
We tried to visit another sister who is investigating the church but she was in bed, so no luck there. We went to our local “Walmart”, bought some ice cream and a juice and came back to our apartment to share a sundae with the elders. Life continues to be interesting here.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Remodelling
Well, it’s been a week plus a day since we arrived in Armenia. This week has brought more experiences and more change. We made several trips to Armenia as well as spending a lot of time waiting on and helping with arrangements to replace the kitchen cabinets. We were glad to see the old, moldy ones gone and the landlord’s daughter hauled them off to be used in another apartment; they did leave the old sink which is locked in a spare room where the landlord stores things he’s not yet decided what to do with.
After the cupboards came out, we decided we’d better replace the old, rotting linoleum, so out it came, too. Ara and Jora (georgie porgie) did most of the demolition. Ara is a branch president up north and Jora does a lot of work for the Mission office. At any rate it took the better part of two days and the pair spent one night as well as they had worked late into the night. We were supposed to go to some meetings in Yerevan, but had to miss to keep track of things in Ararat.
Saturday, we did go to the Institute/ Center for some meetings. A Sister Diane Lee came from the US to speak about family and relationships; how to make them better and how to do things together that will help. Around 100 members were in the meeting, but the number dwindled as the day went on. Apparently, Armenians aren’t used to sitting for that long.
It was Elder Dutson’s (office elder) birthday so we were invited to go with him and his wife to dinner. It was our first experience with Chinese food in Yerevan and it was okay, but not quite the same as the Chinese restaurants we experience back in the States. The company was nice, however, and we managed to do a little more shopping before getting on board for the long taxi ride to Ararat.
Today, Rog was sustained as 2nd counselor in the Ararat Branch, so that will be interesting. The language is a challenge and we are going to start 2-3 times a week with language training with our elders, Elder Clark and Elder Pulsipher. We’re also going to do some weekly correlation with them as both of us will need to meet with all the members of the ward to get a feel for what is going on and where we can help. I’ve been called to be the Relief Society President and I’m sure that will need greater language proficiency than I now have. There is one sister (one of my counselors) who knows some English which will be a great help.
After the cupboards came out, we decided we’d better replace the old, rotting linoleum, so out it came, too. Ara and Jora (georgie porgie) did most of the demolition. Ara is a branch president up north and Jora does a lot of work for the Mission office. At any rate it took the better part of two days and the pair spent one night as well as they had worked late into the night. We were supposed to go to some meetings in Yerevan, but had to miss to keep track of things in Ararat.
Saturday, we did go to the Institute/ Center for some meetings. A Sister Diane Lee came from the US to speak about family and relationships; how to make them better and how to do things together that will help. Around 100 members were in the meeting, but the number dwindled as the day went on. Apparently, Armenians aren’t used to sitting for that long.
It was Elder Dutson’s (office elder) birthday so we were invited to go with him and his wife to dinner. It was our first experience with Chinese food in Yerevan and it was okay, but not quite the same as the Chinese restaurants we experience back in the States. The company was nice, however, and we managed to do a little more shopping before getting on board for the long taxi ride to Ararat.
Today, Rog was sustained as 2nd counselor in the Ararat Branch, so that will be interesting. The language is a challenge and we are going to start 2-3 times a week with language training with our elders, Elder Clark and Elder Pulsipher. We’re also going to do some weekly correlation with them as both of us will need to meet with all the members of the ward to get a feel for what is going on and where we can help. I’ve been called to be the Relief Society President and I’m sure that will need greater language proficiency than I now have. There is one sister (one of my counselors) who knows some English which will be a great help.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
First week
Notes from mission:
Yesterday, October 21st, we met with a couple of members who had wanted to meet to get better acquainted. The first was a brother, Abgar Marterosyan(sp). He was friendly and we had a nice visit. He apparently was a former branch president. He is living with his two sons, 6 and 5, with his parents and another sibling, I think. His wife had been killed several years earlier in a car accident. It was after that that he heard about the church, was baptized and had gone to the temple to have his wife sealed to him. He works at the gold mill and has a crazy schedule that sometimes means he can’t come to church, but seems to have a desire to do so.
We also met in the evening with a Sister Marieta Aghabekyan. She fled to Armenia from Azerbyjan. I think she is in her sixties, never married. She welcomed us into her humble home; tidy and fairly clean as I guess you can get with so much dust and dirt around. The home is made of cement or blocks and there aren’t any carpets to speak of, just a little lineoleum-like substance on the floors. The missionaries said her Armenian is horrible and her preferred language would be Russian. She apparently is a visionary woman and has visions which may have led to her conversion. She happened to be in Ararat downtown and saw the missionaries. When they talked with her, she said she wasn’t interested in what they had to say, but thought some of her neighbors might be. But she later told her mother that she thought there might be some Americans coming to the house. Her mother wondered why they would do that. At any rate, they didn’t come but did go to her neighbors. So, she went over to her neighbors and asked why they hadn’t come (I think I’d stay away if someone had told me not to come, but whatever). So, they did come; she very quickly was baptized. She did have one vision similar to the picture in the Book of Mormon where Christ is descending…only the colors in hers were green, purple and blue lights. She has had several manifestations of things; loves the scriptures, especially King Benjamin. She can’t read Armenian, only Russian, so all her church materials are in Russian. She also loves to sing and sang to us in Russian, Love at Home. She showed us a bunch of family pictures from long ago as well as some more recent pictures of branch activities and pictures with missionaries.
She sent us home with a big bag of tomatoes that she had picked that day. She is a very sweet sister with a strong testimony of the gospel.
Food:
We’ve had a couple of interesting things to eat since coming. They have something called lavash. It is similar to tortilla. It is baked hard and then they add water to it to soften it up. We tried something that was lavash and barbecue (pork, cilantro, spices), wrapped up like a burrito---pretty good and very filling. The other thing we tried was called Lava Joe’s. It was a sort of meat paste and cilantro on smaller lavash. We rolled them up like a burrito and ate away. The missionaries wanted us to try them so we did. We might eat them again.
We have been careful to wash fruits and vegetables with a bleach wash and then with filtered water and so far have not experienced stomach issues. Just hope it continues.
Weather:
The weather so far has been wonderful. Warm and sunny during the day and not terribly cold at nights. The air is a bit polluted with all the burning they are doing, either garbage or leaves. There is also a gold mill and cement plant nearby that add to the pollution.
Odds and Ends:
We are up three flights of stairs with no elevator, so we get a bit of exercise going up and down. Some of our neighbors will daily throw a pail of water on the stairs and sweep it down. I think this keeps the dust down somewhat. There seems to be quite a bit of garbage and litter about that just stays there. Where are the scout clean-ups when you need them? I commented that I hadn’t seen any rats, just cats and dogs into the garbage and someone commented back that where there are cats and garbage, there are rats. Ugh!!
The streets are paved, at least the main ones; I suppose the streets were all once paved, but the pot holes have taken over in a lot of them and driving isn’t always smooth. We walk if the distances are short, but when we have to go a long ways, we take a taxi. We have a couple of taxi drivers that we use, neither one is a member of the church and both very interesting. Aram is from Ararat. He is native Armenian who has a wife and a couple of girls. He drives a blue car with lumpy seats and every time we drive in it, we hope we’ll be able to walk afterwards. He doesn’t know much English, so it helps to have the missionaries with us to translate. The other driver we use is George. He’s from Yerevan. His family is still in California, but he had been deported after 16 years working there. He went to get his license renewed and he was sent home. He knows some English which really helps us. He drives a lot for the Mission Office. He’s most helpful. We mentioned to him that we had had a hard time finding a shower curtain, so the other night as he was driving us home, he made a couple of stops and ended up with the curtain rod. When we got home, Rog put the curtain rod up, even though it was received partially broken, but he made it work. So we’re back in the shower business.
Washing Machine:
Washing is an interesting process. We have a two part washer. We take the shower hose and fill the tub with warm water, add clothes and soap and turn it on to agitate for a few minutes, then let it stand and agitate again for a few minutes. We then turn the knob to drain and then re-fill with cold water to rinse the clothes. If we don’t get too much soap in the wash cycle, then we only have to do one rinse cycle. After rinsing, and draining water off, we take the clothes and put them in another section that contains the spinner. Spin the clothes for a minute of two and then hang them up to dry. We have a line that hangs outside the balcony (think West Side Story) and we take clothes pins and hang towels and sheets out. We have an inside drying rack for garments and whatever else we are drying.
Yesterday, October 21st, we met with a couple of members who had wanted to meet to get better acquainted. The first was a brother, Abgar Marterosyan(sp). He was friendly and we had a nice visit. He apparently was a former branch president. He is living with his two sons, 6 and 5, with his parents and another sibling, I think. His wife had been killed several years earlier in a car accident. It was after that that he heard about the church, was baptized and had gone to the temple to have his wife sealed to him. He works at the gold mill and has a crazy schedule that sometimes means he can’t come to church, but seems to have a desire to do so.
We also met in the evening with a Sister Marieta Aghabekyan. She fled to Armenia from Azerbyjan. I think she is in her sixties, never married. She welcomed us into her humble home; tidy and fairly clean as I guess you can get with so much dust and dirt around. The home is made of cement or blocks and there aren’t any carpets to speak of, just a little lineoleum-like substance on the floors. The missionaries said her Armenian is horrible and her preferred language would be Russian. She apparently is a visionary woman and has visions which may have led to her conversion. She happened to be in Ararat downtown and saw the missionaries. When they talked with her, she said she wasn’t interested in what they had to say, but thought some of her neighbors might be. But she later told her mother that she thought there might be some Americans coming to the house. Her mother wondered why they would do that. At any rate, they didn’t come but did go to her neighbors. So, she went over to her neighbors and asked why they hadn’t come (I think I’d stay away if someone had told me not to come, but whatever). So, they did come; she very quickly was baptized. She did have one vision similar to the picture in the Book of Mormon where Christ is descending…only the colors in hers were green, purple and blue lights. She has had several manifestations of things; loves the scriptures, especially King Benjamin. She can’t read Armenian, only Russian, so all her church materials are in Russian. She also loves to sing and sang to us in Russian, Love at Home. She showed us a bunch of family pictures from long ago as well as some more recent pictures of branch activities and pictures with missionaries.
She sent us home with a big bag of tomatoes that she had picked that day. She is a very sweet sister with a strong testimony of the gospel.
Food:
We’ve had a couple of interesting things to eat since coming. They have something called lavash. It is similar to tortilla. It is baked hard and then they add water to it to soften it up. We tried something that was lavash and barbecue (pork, cilantro, spices), wrapped up like a burrito---pretty good and very filling. The other thing we tried was called Lava Joe’s. It was a sort of meat paste and cilantro on smaller lavash. We rolled them up like a burrito and ate away. The missionaries wanted us to try them so we did. We might eat them again.
We have been careful to wash fruits and vegetables with a bleach wash and then with filtered water and so far have not experienced stomach issues. Just hope it continues.
Weather:
The weather so far has been wonderful. Warm and sunny during the day and not terribly cold at nights. The air is a bit polluted with all the burning they are doing, either garbage or leaves. There is also a gold mill and cement plant nearby that add to the pollution.
Odds and Ends:
We are up three flights of stairs with no elevator, so we get a bit of exercise going up and down. Some of our neighbors will daily throw a pail of water on the stairs and sweep it down. I think this keeps the dust down somewhat. There seems to be quite a bit of garbage and litter about that just stays there. Where are the scout clean-ups when you need them? I commented that I hadn’t seen any rats, just cats and dogs into the garbage and someone commented back that where there are cats and garbage, there are rats. Ugh!!
The streets are paved, at least the main ones; I suppose the streets were all once paved, but the pot holes have taken over in a lot of them and driving isn’t always smooth. We walk if the distances are short, but when we have to go a long ways, we take a taxi. We have a couple of taxi drivers that we use, neither one is a member of the church and both very interesting. Aram is from Ararat. He is native Armenian who has a wife and a couple of girls. He drives a blue car with lumpy seats and every time we drive in it, we hope we’ll be able to walk afterwards. He doesn’t know much English, so it helps to have the missionaries with us to translate. The other driver we use is George. He’s from Yerevan. His family is still in California, but he had been deported after 16 years working there. He went to get his license renewed and he was sent home. He knows some English which really helps us. He drives a lot for the Mission Office. He’s most helpful. We mentioned to him that we had had a hard time finding a shower curtain, so the other night as he was driving us home, he made a couple of stops and ended up with the curtain rod. When we got home, Rog put the curtain rod up, even though it was received partially broken, but he made it work. So we’re back in the shower business.
Washing Machine:
Washing is an interesting process. We have a two part washer. We take the shower hose and fill the tub with warm water, add clothes and soap and turn it on to agitate for a few minutes, then let it stand and agitate again for a few minutes. We then turn the knob to drain and then re-fill with cold water to rinse the clothes. If we don’t get too much soap in the wash cycle, then we only have to do one rinse cycle. After rinsing, and draining water off, we take the clothes and put them in another section that contains the spinner. Spin the clothes for a minute of two and then hang them up to dry. We have a line that hangs outside the balcony (think West Side Story) and we take clothes pins and hang towels and sheets out. We have an inside drying rack for garments and whatever else we are drying.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
MTC
This is the first entry for our pre-mission preparation. We had a great week at the Mission Training Center (Oct 5-9th) in Provo, Utah. We spent a lot of time reviewing and learning how to use the "Preach My Gospel" manual. What a great asset it will be in sharing the gospel with all those in Armenia. Another fun part was getting acquainted with all the wonderful sisters and elders who were preparing to serve around the world.
This week we're going to be learning how to teach in the Church Educational System. We may not have to ever do this, but we're receiving the training just in case.
This week we're going to be learning how to teach in the Church Educational System. We may not have to ever do this, but we're receiving the training just in case.
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