Monday, November 24, 2014

Teen girl squad.

At English class, I made everyone read poems, because I wanted a real English class. Let me tell you, there are few things funnier than "Double double toil and trouble" or "O Captain, my Captain" read in a thick Ukrainian/Russian accent. Gotta love it.

Since our branch is small and not always super functional, the missionaries end up cleaning the church most Saturday nights. This week, the "teen girl squad" from English helped us clean. It's just a group of like seven 14-year-old girls that aren't members but come to English and like being around us. It was awesome that they helped because it got the job done quick. Way to go teen girl squad!

Remember babushka Ludmila who was supposed to get baptized Saturday? Well, she got sick (I think maybe bronchitis? Medical terms are kinda hard in Russian) and ended up in the hospital, and obviously didn't get baptized, but wants to once she's better. She got sick because she takes care of her 104-year old mother and spent too much time in the cold washing clothes by hand or something like that. Anyway, it's kinda awesome that her mother is that old, because it means she lived through both world wars and the entire soviet regime. She's pretty tough.

It's come to my attention that I write a LOT about babushkas. I hope you all know that I do in fact do other things with my mission. It's just that they have the best stories to tell. Probably because they're all slightly nuts. Sister McInnes and I were talking this week about how when the day of reckoning comes for our mission there are going to be a lot of babushkas there saying either "I know I was nuts but why weren't you nicer to me?" or "thanks for being so kind even though I was nuts." We're obviously hoping for the latter.

Last night we went over to the branch president's house, like we do pretty much every Sunday night. As we walked in his wife, the RS president, yelled "who wants to come help me with some messy work?" We come into the kitchen to find her gutting 4 very large and not entierly dead fish. And it was awesome, because there are really few things tougher in the world than a Ukrainian woman. Once she finished gutting the fish (it wasn't for us) we made tacos, but not too spicy, because as a general rule, Ukrainians hate spicy food. It's adorable.

Oh, Friday I was on an exchange with the one and only Sister Farnsworth. She's going home Wednesday, served like 10.5 months here, and baptized like half the ward, so she came up for the baptism (before it was cancelled) and to say goodbye to everyone. It was way cool to get to be her escort on all the visits and just see how big an impact she's made here. I think sometimes as missionaries (and as people in general, perhaps) we can't see quite how big an impact we're having, but it's real. And it is the greatest.

All the love,
Hannah

PS.
Judy emailed me today that my homecoming has officially been scheduled for February 22, so see you all then I guess? I think I'm going to throw up.

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