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| On our cemetery walk we came on this dumpster full of head stones of those whose families had not paid the rent due on their plot |
Here it is another Sunday night in Frankfurt, but feels very
different this week. It is hot, we have
all the windows open and my sleeves are rolled up. We smell the cigarette smoke of the other
tenants in the building as they sit on their little balconies and enjoy the
evening air. Did you know compared to
Utah, Germany is jam packed with birds. It’s a constant chorus night and day –
a birdwatchers paradise. We rode our bikes downtown yesterday to see how high
the Main River was and to get Nana’s bike fixed at the flea market. The weekly flea market is a site - all kinds
of strange junk for sale and the people are from everywhere – lots it seems
from Turkey and Russia.
We had the sister missionaries and the Elders over for dinners
this past week. The sisters report they
are so busy they have a very hard time getting around to all of their investigators. They have some baptisms coming up and people
coming to church Sunday so they are excited.
The Elders are equally enthusiastic and positive about the work and its
inspiring to be with them.
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People swarm to the park on the first hot day of the year
 One on-going job is to keep these hard copy files in case our hard drive crashes?  Our new intern, Tasha Singer, assists with the Newsletter. ( Actually she does it all and I send it off.)  The flooding is now getting worse in the north. The Main has peeked.  Our biking buddies, the Swifts. We rode an hour to the Frankfurt forest - miles of trails.  The Germans have a rhyme that goes "In heaven there's no beer so we must drink it here."  Our family away from home. The Frankfurt missionaries at the temple after zone conference. |
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