Vacancy

No visitors all of September! We were on our own for the whole month, and somehow we stayed plenty busy. We mostly did our regular routine with the cake cutting ceremony for the graduating church member marines, graduation, temple attendance or working at the temple information booth, going to class at the brig, bike rides/walks at the lake, volunteering at the USO and crazy busy Sundays.

Storytime at the USO at Liberty Station

We had some nice dinners with fun folks. On the first Sunday of the month we ate at the Luckeson's house with the Sayers and Arvonens (both MRM couples). We ate at Luna Grill with the Olsons and Fifes (two of our favorite senior missionary couples), and Denny's with them and a few more couples.

Dinner at Denny's. 

Coronado Beach was the spot for our campfire with hotdogs, s'mores and lots of gabbing with our MRM friends. (Dale's were there with us this time) It was lovely to watch the sun go down and enjoy the beautiful ocean waves.

President and Sister Allen (Mormon Battalion) worked with us on providing lunch for Zone Conference. I liked being in the kitchen with them, Mike hung out with the young elders and sisters. It sounds like all we do is eat! I must admit, I have a few skirts that seem to have shrunk...

Our MRM Friends

One Saturday was a waste this month. We spent the afternoon at the Fife's apartment watching BYU get creamed by Washington. Pathetic! (About to give up on those Cougars) I guess we made up for it though by going to the Miramar Air Show. There is nothing quite as thrilling as watching the Blue Angels fly. Good thing we have Hill Air Force Base close by at home!

Blue Angels. Must Be Heaven!

Another Angel

Not only was there room at our inn this month, but there was room for disappointment. We have been frustrated with some folks bailing on us at the last minute, suddenly stopping church attendance, and becoming incommunicado.  It sure makes me empathize with the young missionaries who experience homesickness and frustration even as they are doing the work of the Lord. Come to think of it, He certainly felt those same feelings. So, we all just carry on. Because we love Him.

The Dog Days

     We had some fun times and some very slow times in August. Our Senior FHE was an organ recital at Balboa Park. So thankful that there was an intermission. Guess what we did? and no one knew the better.

Blessing family's lives

     The second week of the month, Lucy and Rachel came to spend a few days with us. I remember in our welcome letter from the mission president it said, "family is welcome to come...and they will come!" We had a blast while they were here. We went to the temple (ran into a few of Mike's RHS students there), went to the beach and hotel on Coronado, rode bikes on Mission Beach, went to Sea World twice, and had a fun birthday dinner for Lucy at a kitschy place--Corvette Diner, where we spent lots of tokens playing air hockey and that roll-the-ball-into-the-ring game.
     We had a heart breaking month with one of our favorite marines who has just fallen off of our radar. Cancelling, no contact, etc. It has helped us understand what our young missionaries feel when they lose an investigator. We will keep texting and trying and praying.
     There is a new guy at the brig. He is dark-skinned, about 6'5" tall, with a very deep voice. Intimidating at first, but as kind as he could be. He is from the Virgin Islands and has a beautiful lilt to his speech. He is not a church member, but he loves the Bible, so he comes to our lessons on Wednesday nights.
      A phone call took us to Balboa hospital to visit a young mom whose baby was admitted for failure to thrive. The poor little guy (7 months old) looked like a baby bird. He was so tiny and weak that he could hardly hold his head up. The mother insisted there was nothing wrong with him, that he was just small. As it turns out, child protective services got involved and placed the baby in foster care. The mom is getting counseling and fighting the courts. Military life is not easy for families! It is a sacrifice for service members and spouses alike.
     Every other week or so, we volunteer at the USO (United Service Organizations). Sometimes we work at the airport helping guys/gals as they come in for some food or rest between flights, and sometimes we work at an office/food pantry/play place that is downtown. Mike will man the front desk there and I get to do story time with the kids. The moms like to visit while the little ones play, get read to and do a little fun craft. I really enjoy our time there.

C'mon, really?

     Dogs are everywhere! We have barker beneath us, and a serious howler across the way from us. It starts at 8 a.m. and yelps all day long! So annoying. The walkway behind our apartment heats up with the sunshine and smells so strongly of dog urine that our apartment stinks. On weekends, we might  get a little funky because marijuana fumes come through the air ducts. Dude!
     August ended wonderfully with a visit from some of our favorite ward folks. Bruno and Amie Gerber met us at The Midway and took us to lunch. It was so great to spend some time with them. Even though I LOVE church with the recruits, I left my heart in Riverton Park Ward.
     We are carrying on. The church is true! We are so grateful for the gospel!

We love our visitors

             

Merry Christmas?

As I write this blog, we are quite literally sitting in the shadow of the temple. We try to make Tuesdays our temple day, whether we are manning the information booth or inside for dinner in the cafeteria and a session. For being such a huge temple, in a destination spot, it is not very well attended. It is such a beautiful, peaceful place to spend the afternoon.

Yesterday, we had an MRM lunch/meeting. We sure have grown to love our friends. We laugh and gripe and share stories with each other. Oh! That reminds me of something cool that happened. Mike's brother Neal went to Spain recently with his wife, Shirley. While they were there they went to church and met a couple who had served a military relations mission in San Diego. The Wiggins came here to visit their daughter and we met them for dinner. It was interesting to learn how some things have changed since they were here, and some things are the same.

 A sad thing happened a few weeks ago. One of the recruits was up at Edson range for his final stage of training. He was on his second to last day on the Crucible. (This is the most challenging part of all of their weeks of training. No sleep, very little food, hiking and climbing carrying a lot of gear, ending with a very steep hill called "The Reaper") As he was climbing over an obstacle he didn't compensate for the extra load he had. He fell onto his head and broke his neck. He has had surgery and is not paralyzed, but is far from 100%. He is being transferred to Palo Alto for rehab. He is hoping to return to the Corps, but time will tell. These guys are doing tough stuff from day one.


We had a great Fourth of July. Seth and Manina and their family were here staying at a friend's home in La Jolla. We saw them for at least a little while each day. Eli was here, too. That was a fun surprise. The kids gave Mike Padre tickets for Father's day. (Get it? Father--Padre?) We went to the game with Seth and family. And who should show up but Eli!! He stayed for the weekend and we all went to the Big Bay Boom fireworks at the harbor and then to SeaWorld the next day. Fun Times!

 

Some friends of ours, the VanDenBerghes, from Riverton Park Ward came to San Diego for their family vacation. We met up with them for a quick visit at the Midway, and them we ran into them again at the Mormon Battalion where we we going to FHE. They are great people!

Last week, brave Jana drove down with Ava, Little Eli, and her son Christian. They were here for a day, and David flew in for a few hours before they headed to Disneyland. We went to the Midway (this seems to be our stand by attraction)and on a harbor cruise. It was so good to spend a short time with them. And with that visit, all of our kids and lots of our grandkids have come to visit. We hardly have time go get lonely, but I always feel so blue the day they leave.



Christmas in July! A member who works with us at MCRD invited us to a party at his house with his home ward and some neighbors. It was fun to meet folks who live as far south as you can get in the USA. They were great people who have stereotyped "Utah Mormons" as very strict and by the book. I think the latter belief is a good thing-otherwise the church could get very interesting in the mission field. Hopefully, we changed their idea about uptight Utahns as we got a little competitive during the white elephant gift exchange. Imagine that!


We are staying busy working on the two bases, a YSA ward, the MCRD branch, the brig and volunteering at the USO. We occasionally get an assignment for something else. Days with nothing to do are long, so we try to fill those with something fun. It's tough!

Two roads diverged in a yellowed wood...I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.

Busyness

I'll have to paint my porch ceiling!

We have had a calendar filled few weeks with many different experiences. One of my favorite activities was taking our favorite female Marine to Old Town. We  went to the miniature train museum, out for some not so great Mexican food, to the Mormon Battalion and walked through the village of victorian houses. I loved the architecture and so did she. She taught me something new. Under the porch roofs or the eaves of every entrance to the homes the ceiling is painted light blue. I didn't know that that was done to match the sky and to keep evil spirits from entering there.

Volunteering at the USO was good and not so good. We would love to be able to go to the airport on Tuesdays when the Marines are returning from their 10 day leave. But, it seems to be the favorite day of other volunteers, and they are very territorial. Also, our name tags must make someone there nervous, and we were asked to remove them. (I don't know what's so scary about that!) We went to another facility, the USO office at Liberty Station. Mike manned the desk and I helped serve ice cream. We liked it there better.

Sister Sayer and I have been teaching lessons to recruits who are coming to church for the first time in years. We have our class in the back of the auditorium after Sacrament Meeting. There is a lot going on at the same time in the same room: EQ lesson, interviews, blessings, four different missionary discussions, new member recruit orientation. It is quite the hub-bub of activity--the Gospel in Action!

We will be covering for Elder and Sister Sayer at the end of the month. They are the MRM's whose assignment is MCRD. They take care of all the business there. Anyway, we went to a Marine Graduation. We got to sit in the grandstand with all of the big wigs. My favorite part of it all was the Marine Band. It is very cool to watch the Marines march on the parade deck in their platoons.


We were lucky to hear the Maine Band again at a Flag Day Celebration. This was held at the Mormon Battalion Museum. Mike was asked to speak at the ceremony that saluted the flag and honored four other veterans. He did a really great job and was inducted as an "honorary member of the Mormon Battalion, US Army of the West." I thoroughly enjoyed sitting in the audience while he was sweating it out on the stage. In fact, I was so comfortable that I forgot to record his speech or take any pictures.



A funny thing that happened a while ago: We were walking/biking and a cute little 82 year old Jewish lady came over to visit. She was a comedienne, literally. Her name was SueAnn, but she insisted we call her Sue. She told us a few jokes (some she edited after she saw our tags) and asked Mike if the government gave him any money when he got hurt. He told her, "$378.00." After a few expletives she pulled out her checkbook (which she showed me had a balance of $128,000.00ish) and was going to give him some money! We politely turned down her offer...

Yes, I'm wearing ear warmers

June Gloom is a real thing. We haven't seen the sun but maybe three days this entire month. It's caused by a marine layer or something like that. After all of the rain January-March we are seriously wondering about this whole Sunny San Diego theme. We manned the temple booth for a few afternoons and stayed wrapped up in blankets between visitors. We'll see what July and August bring!


We miss our family and friends, our home ward and sense of community. But, we know we are where we should be right now in our lives. The Stone rolls forth! How lucky we are to be a part such a great movement!

MAY have been a rough month

May started and ended with hospital visits.

The first week, the wife of a Marine had miscarried and was going to Balboa Hospital for a procedure. She needed a ride home, so the Military Relation Missionaries were called. Being that it was a woman thing, I went to sit with her and take her home. The tender mercy was in being able to drive there, park, and find her building and room. Usually we can sneak right into a parking spot for the disabled. However, I refuse to do that when I’m not with Elder Johnson. I drove in circles for a while and was frustrated to the point of tears. So, I prayed for help. Seconds later, a car pulled out of a parking spot on the main level (which made it that we could walk back easily). Then I asked a fellow in medical attire where in the heck the building was that I needed to get to. He was going to the exact same place I was! Blessings come for small favors as well as large.

Last week we found ourselves in the emergency room with a suicidal Marine. He had stabbed himself with a survival knife as a cry for help. As is custom in emergency rooms, it was a long wait before the doctors came and evaluated him. Because we had built a good friendship with him, Elder Johnson was able to keep him quiet and helped calm his troubled mind for several hours. Mike never seemed to tire or lose patience. It was a blessing to see him in action, ministering in the Savior’s way.

There is this sickness that spreads like wildfire through the Marine Corps Recruit Depot. It comes in every Sunday with the guys that have been in training for about three weeks. They are sniffling and sneezing and blowing their noses all over the place. And they have no voices. They have been yelling "sir, yes, sir" for the better part of a month, under great physical and emotional stress and their bodies just can't fight the bug. I call it the Recruit Crud. And even though we have tissues and hand sanitizers and garbage cans all over the auditorium where church is held, the "bug" metastasizes, and we got it. I don't know how, though. It's a huge room with no heat and all of the doors wide open. How a germ could grow in the sub Arctic temperature is amazing to me!

Mike spent the first week of the month sick and I followed suit. We had a few days of doctor visits and just hanging around trying to feel better. We are on the mend and up and doing again.

Well enough to have some wonderful time with visitors! My sister, Catherine, came for a few days.  It was a welcome visit. There isn't a whole lot of "girl time" here. And there is nothing like having one of my sisters. The highlight of May was Alice!! And Jesse and Mikaela. They were here Memorial Day weekend, so we did a bunch of patriotic things. The Midway, Rosecrans National Cemetery, and of course the beach and Cabrillo National Park. We love to go to each of these places and our visitors give us a great reason to go again and again.

BIG SISTER, CATHERINE

MEMORIAL DAY AWAY FROM HOME

I love watching the recruits. I walked out of church the other day and there was a platoon of brand spanking new ones that the drill sergeant had lined up right next to the wall--with their noses turned to it. I tried not to giggle as I passed them. I don't know how long he had them standing like that!  It is wonderful to see "our" church member recruits change in their thirteen weeks of training. They come in wondering what they have gotten themselves into, and leave as confident, upright, polite, and I must say handsome Marines. (especially in their dress uniforms, Charlies) In the final Sacrament Meeting before they graduate they stand and bear witness of the power of prayer and how they have felt the Savior strengthen them in their training. This week we said goodbye to the first group that we met back in February. I am so proud of them and just want to cry when I see them walk off with their families after our Cake Cutting Ceremony.

We love our mission more and more as time goes by. We love the people that we get to work with. We love being close enough for our family to visit. We love our great country and our flag and what is stands for. We love our servicemen and women.  We love our missionaries. We love serving the Lord.

OUR FAVORITE TRIO

April showers bring girls and babies!

What a great April Surprise!

Has it been a month since I posted? That just goes to show you, April was a busy month.  It started out with an interesting opportunity. We were asked to speak, along with 3 elders, to a group of Chaplains. They wanted to know about our beliefs and how our missionaries could help patients in their hospital. We got to tell them about the experiences that we had had with chaplains. They were such kind people. Thank goodness there are caring folks like them to help others through difficult times.


The Poway California Stake held an amazing presentation for anyone and everyone. Moses' Tabernacle was a life-sized replica that was open to the community to visit. On the evening that we chose to go, there was a multi-denominational panel discussion as to the pertinence of the tabernacle to their religion. There were many Jewish, Muslim, Catholic, and Latter-day Saints in the congregation. We heard our first "Call to Prayer" It was cool, but I don't think i could listen to it five times a day! It was so sad to hear, only a few weeks later of the shooting in the synagogue in Poway. The community was heartbroken.


We passed our background check! No skeletons in our closets. Now we can go to the consolidated brig for Wednesday nights' Bible study. This is where they send military men from all branches of service for "jail time." The Religious Programs' specialist said that most were in there for sexual assault. There were only two church members in our group, both good guys. I will admit that it was a little freaky when we left. We had to walk through the gym where a lot of big, tall, muscle bound prisoners were playing b-ball. I didn't know whether to smile at them or keep my eyes focused on the ground. The few guys sitting on the sidelines were friendly. No worries!

We've learned to be flexible. Some of our days have regularly scheduled things, but, often we get phone calls for help with newly transferred marines or sailors, or hospital visits, or other assignments. We've manned the visitors' booth at the temple, given rides, taken guys on outings and we even got to send off one of our marines to his 8 month deployment in the China seas. (We hope we get to see him again when he comes back.)

Sundays are exhausting. We start with an early morning Sacrament meeting at MCRD, then pick-up a guy a Balboa Hospital and drive north to a YSA ward that starts at noon. (The nice thing about that is that they always have a meet and eat afterwards!) THEN we drive back down to take him home and get back to our apartment at around four o'clock. What do you think we do then?
                        A) Study "Come Follow Me"
                        B) Make a nice Sunday dinner
                        C) Take a nap
                        D) Veg out and Facetime our kids

The BEST part of the month was my birthday! My cute gals and two grand babies came to visit. Abby and Manina were here for a few alternate days, Rachel and Mikaela and Harry and Alice stayed for all the fun. We ate a lot, went to the beach and the harbor, visited the Carlsbad Flower Fields and just enjoyed being together.

Can't wait to see what May brings!

We love our mission and are so thankful to be in beautiful surroundings working with wonderful military, missionaries, and members. What a blessing the gospel is in our lives!!

(by the way, D)

Cream of the Crop

On April Fool's Day, we had a fun FHE with the Sr. Missionaries. We played the old standby--two truths and a lie. Mike told them that we had started a wild fire, I said that we survived a head-on collision, and we said that we had survived 5 volcanic eruptions. Totally faked everyone out!! Do YOU know which one is the lie?

An interesting opportunity that we had was to go to one of the hospitals to talk to a class of chaplains. They wanted to know about our beliefs and how the elders could help with their patients.
We had three young elders's with us and they did a wonderful job explaining the Plan of Happiness, modern day revelation, and the restoration of the priesthood. We shared a little bit about our lives and some experiences we had had with hospitals and chaplains ministering to us. They had a lot of questions and we had a good discussion. It was a great experience for us all.

Naval Base San Diego chapel

One of the other MRM elders, Elder Arvonen, arranged for a Navy guy to take us out on the docks where the big ships are in port. It was awesome to see the amphibious ships, scout ships, and carriers up close. Very impressive! While waiting for our rendezvous, we parked by the base chapel which had the most beautiful stained glass windows. Some were of biblical stories, and some had a lot of symbolism that I didn't have a clue about. We could only see them from the outside because, and this is just our luck, the chapel was closed that day for carpet cleaning. I want to go back and see it with the sunlight coming through. Hopefully, I can get some photos to share.

There were some great families at the MCRD cake cutting this week. They are always grateful to know that their sons are being watched over by members of the church. (The mother's are especially thankful.) It is so cool to see the difference in these young men as they grow from baby recruits to Marines. We love it!

Our conference weekend was mostly normal, but partly different. Saturday, we watched the sessions on our little computer screen in our apartment. Sunday morning we went to MCRD for Sacrament Meeting and then watched talks from Elders Oaks, and Holland and President Nelson again with the recruits. It was interesting to listen the talks the second time from the perspective of the boys who have dedicated years of their lives to serving our country.

We hurried home to watch the afternoon session and see our little blurb on KSL. That was fun--to see so many of the senior missionaries that we love and serve with (and ourselves!) Then we hurried off to pick up our Wounded Warrior. He is a gentle guy who has some mental issues, but we like him more and more each time we're with him. We took him for a ride out to Point Loma. While we were walking around the lighthouse, we met the best family! The Creamers. They saw our name tags and so the gabbing began. Brother Creamer was so kind to visit one on one with our Marine friend while we talked with the ladies about how great General Conference had been. It was such an uplifting and fun meeting. Wonderful people!!

The Creamers, David, and us at Point Loma

It's been nice to have beautiful weather. We try to go to Lake Murray a few times a week. It's not far from where we live and it has a paved walking/bike path. I walk, Mike rides. We have met some unique people there. One of these days I am going to get a picture of the frizzy haired lady that rides a bike with a "Wicked Witch of the West" basket on the front (kinda like my old Schwinn). In said basket is her little chihuahua wearing goggles! I think it's hilarious.

A familiar face at Lake Murray

We are trying to do good things. We love being missionaries, and are so thankful to have the Gospel of Jesus Christ in our lives.