Hannah is a junior in high school at Carachipampa Christian School in Cochabamba. She plays on the girl’s soccer team this fall. Hannah loves to travel, especially with her brother Sam and got to do plenty of it in July and August. Anyone who can spend 60 hours on Bolivian buses which travel over rough roads through the Andes mountains has to love it. She and Sam know how to stretch a Boliviano (14 U.S. cents), and they redefine, ‘living on the cheap’. At one point in their trip they were in a cold, gray bus terminal at 4 am and Hannah said she felt like she was homeless. It was not a complaint but more like a badge of courage.
After graduating from university in May, Sam returned to Bolivia for a well deserved rest. He and Hannah took a number of short and long trips within Bolivia enduring long hours on the buses with no bathrooms. They also hiked the Andes mountains that surround Cochabamba, sleeping under the stars without tent or sleeping bag. Sam took a mountain hike by himself also and thankfully for only one night. He couldn’t get a fire going so high up and so couldn’t cook his food, oatmeal and rice. Hunger led him back home. Thank God!
Sam is now back in Minneapolis, MN looking to set settled. He has the unenviable gift of being a missionary kid, or some call it being a third-culture kid. However it is named, it means that he could probably adapt to living anywhere but doesn’t really fit anywhere. This is a difficult transition – from 3rd world to 1st world -from college student to working adult. Sam, we’re with you!
About three months ago Jenny packed up her belongings, loaded them in the back of a friend’s pick-up truck. She said goodbye to Boston and headed west to San Francisco, coast to coast. Jenny is working for an NGO that helps immigrants find doctors and hospitals that will provide urgently needed health care at little or no cost to the patient. Demanding and rewarding, it’s a great job.
Finding housing in San Francisco area has been a drama for Jenny, now in her third apartment in three months all in the Berkeley area. She lives in a sketchy neighborhood and gets to work by bicycle and train. As parents we still worry about our daughter – that’s our job.
Jenny has had her name changed. She was named after one of her great grandmothers, Genivieve, who had the nick name, Jenny. We had decided against the longer name but now Jenny has decided for it, slightly changed. She is now Jenivieve. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it, she’ll always be Jenny to me.
Ardell has been working on a major project for the Bolivian Methodist Church’s National Sunday School Program. She recently convened a seven day meeting at Tiu Rancho for Sunday School teachers and pastors from all parts of Bolivia. The monumental task was to have the teachers and pastors write Sunday School lessons for an entire year for four different age groups. Ardell is also preparing a guidebook for Volunteer-in-Mission teams that come to work and learn at the Tiu Rancho Center. No grass grows up under Ardell’s feet!
Up to the minute report: He is looking for a 25 foot ladder, not sure one exists here, may have to make one; the Jeep needs new papers – old ones were lost – still driving it trying to stay under the radar of the law; building a new auditorium, slowly, trying to chase down the contractor to light a fire under his butt; preparing to receive VIM teams in June – August – trying to understand the new VISA laws; repairing leaks in the showers – that come from joints bedded in concrete; trying to drain the fields around the new building with drainage pipes; wishing I had half of Ardell’s energy; thankful for God’s grace; writing a book, “Why Lunatics Make Good Missionaries.”