Monday, 18 May 2015

                                            IT'S JUST WHAT WE DO.....

                                                                                               PART D  

This is the final chapter of the things we do, as well as some random pictures we threw in........ just because we wanted to.                              


One thing we love, that we haven't done nearly enough, is teaching with the missionaries. Elder Halterman and Elder Price posing with Sister J. after a lesson.


Benjamin and Ekua Asanti are two
that we assisted in teaching. He walked
into the stake center and asked how
he could join the Church. He had no
idea what he was getting himself into.
They are both so happy to be members.

Baptisms are one of our favorite things. Especially with people we love so much.

In Daboasi, saints meet in a school. A new chapel will soon be built.

Relief Society and other meetings are held under the eaves. Often, another nearby church has heavily amplified music and preaching so loud, it's difficult to concentrate, or even hear.

This is an upscale pharmacy in Takoradi. We become very familiar with the employees as we pick up medications and supplies for the missionaries.

The couple missionaries are putting together first aid kits for all of the missionary apartments. Now they can tell us what their temperature is when they call with symptoms.

                                                      We get to visit interesting places occasionally. This small fort is
                                                            located in Axim. It was built for the gold and slave trade.

It's one of our favorites, because of the view, and the style of the building.


It's always sobering to visit these "slave castles", contemplating why they were built and what happened in them.    

                                It is important to remember.....even though the memories are dark and haunting.

Literally going out on a limb......or perhaps a trunk, as the case may be.

This is a school yard where the children were marching, dancing, and preparing for a presentation. They march a lot here.

One of our alarm clocks.

This is how we would like to see all of the "alarm clocks". Our friends, the Tetteh's, own an egg farm and have some "cockerels" they keep to eat. This one tasted really good (after many hours in a slow cooker) added to ground nut (peanut butter) soup.

We couldn't resist putting in a picture of the eggs we get at the farm. They are the best around.

We went to the funeral of our friend's father. Elder J. & former Branch President Nokoe, near the tents set up for mourners.

Funerals in Ghana are very
important....and expensive....
and long....some lasting
several days. We were
introduced as "dignitaries"
at the Anglican Church where
the funeral was held.

Sometimes the body will be held for months while sufficient funds are raised to hold a large funeral. Our Church is stressing to simplify the funerals and not go into debt for them. It will be difficult to change this cultural tradition.

We held a Ghanaian food tasting dinner with our neighbor
missionaries after proselyting one night. 

We purchased food from different vendors around
town, experiencing things we hadn't tried before.

This is part of the Hanson family. Abbie, (center) a member living in Philadelphia, was raised by her father and hadn't seen her mother since she was very young. Her parents never married. She recently reconnected with her mom and found out she was meeting with the missionaries in Accra. She flew to Ghana and is pictured here at her mom's baptism in Secondi!
Brother and Sister Hanson finally got married!!! The ceremony took place in the same church
one week after her baptism. Brother Hanson is a member of the bishopric here in Secondi.
Here we are with the bride. Weddings in Ghana are very lines, just lots of food, dancing and
 enjoying each others company.

The wedding entourage

 Here is the wedding cake with the head table in the background. The reception
was held in the parking lot of the Secondi chapel under canopies. It's much cooler out here.
We threw this picture in because it represents us delivering packages to the missionaries.
We pick them up at the mission home in Cape Coast when we go, and distribute them when
we return home. The missionaries love to see us coming... especially when we have packages.

Elder J. loves to photograph. Many people like having their pictures taken. This works out well for everyone. He took this picture of students from a Muslim school on his way to an interview. They were great subjects.

Every year, we, who are not Ghanaian, must renew our "non-resident" cards. Sister J. with Elders Ripplinger, Mocke and Larsen, at the bank where we renew.

The bank was having "King and Queen Day", so all the employees were dressed as such. Here, two "Queens" graciously posed for a photo dressed in traditional clothing.

Elder Julander visited a refugee camp with the missionaries and a member. They discovered three faithful families. Hopefully, a group can be started there, or possibly near by.

The well water is polluted, and they have no source of income. We are working with the Branch President, and with Humanitarian Services at the area office to see what can be done.

Here is Roger and his family, who live in the camp. He walks over 15 Km to church every week, but is unable to bring his family. He is a professional journalist from DRC, but fled for his life. He still has 5 children there he hasn't seen for 10 years. He hopes to return when the current regime leaves power.  He wants to work, but unemployment here is very high, and in the camp, it's 100%.

Here is a shot near our apartment. We love to drive by, and our walks occasional take us here. At night we can hear the
surf pounding against the rocks clear up at our apartment.

Sister J. has made a friend. This young lady was initially quite hesitant, but quickly warmed. They both sang in the stake choir.

We will leave you with a lesson in African bead making. We visited the factory with the other Cape Coast couple missionaries.

The kiln is wood fired, and the discs are the molds for the beads. Glass bottles are pounded and crushed, placed in the mold, then heated in the kiln. The hole is made by putting a small stick in the middle.

Beads are placed on several sticks, hand painted, then returned to the molds and re-fired.


Blue beads on sticks waiting for a paint job.

The beads are painstakingly hand painted, one at a time. Then they are strung, sold
locally in Ghana, and also exported