Trees+Pangas+Chain Saws=Straight Boards

A few weeks ago, there was a bit of commotion outside the New Hope gates.  A tree had been cut down, but unfortunately it fell across the road causing a bit of a traffic jam.  It was soon cut into a few pieces so that the vehicles could get through.  We got some pictures of the process of transforming a tree into very straight boards.

You know you're a MK when...

you eat pudding...

from 1995...

and enjoy it!

(We were given this by a friend who grew up in Kenya. Her parents had given a bag of pudding and jellos but she had never used them so passed them onto us.  Whether she knew the date or not, I don't know!)

Happy New Year!!!

Wow! January is almost half over and I'm just writing my first blog post of 2015! I'm hoping to write a few more today or tomorrow.  Our family got together with some of our friends on New Year's Eve and banged pots and pans together at midnight.  We also drank some sparkling cider as a big treat. 

Kasana, me, and Catriona 

2014

2014 has been an amazing year.  There have been very exciting and happy times and sad, frustrating, and discouraging times.  But through it all, God has been working.  I don't know what 2015 will be like, especially the second part of it.  But I know that God is in control and he knows what is going to happen.  I hope you enjoy these pictures from the year!

Merry Christmas!!!

Merry Christmas from "cold" Uganda.  Well, cold by our standards, meaning the temperature is less than 30 degrees.  Yes, very cold.  Are you jealous? Hopefully, in the next few days I'll be able to catch you all up as to what has been going on.  

Today, we enjoyed a great sweet potato casserole for breakfast (the potatoes were from John's garden).  We opened our presents and then delivered gifts and cards to our neighbours. At 10 we went to church.  Catriona and I sat with the children from the baby house to help them out, until Catriona got pressed into service as the keyboard player (with absolutely no warning)! After the singing, Catriona joined us again while we listened to the sermon. The rain started soon and so we were temporarily stuck with the babies at church until someone gave us a ride back to Hope Family.  Then I and one of the staff members went looking for food, which turned out to be a rather long process.  But eventually, food was delivered and I returned to the church for a great lunch of matooke, rice, cabbage, meat, g-nut sauce, Irish (potatoes), and chapati. We were stuffed.  

When the meal was finished, our family went to Kasana village to visit our sponsor child's family. We were welcomed into their small house and sat on the mats and chatted.  Then they brought out chai and bread.  We spent one or two hours there and are now back at home. Our stomachs are feeling very full, so I think we'll have crackers and a couple Christmas cookies for dinner in a while.  I hope you are all having a wonderful Christmas with your families.

Lost in Translation

On Friday night, I was talking with a nine-year-old boy in our family group.  The primary school kids had finished exams and were spending most of the school day playing.


So I asked him, "What did you do at school today?"


"I played football," he responded.


"That's fun," I said, "who did you play with?"


He looked at me and responded, "The ball." He said this as if he was in disbelief at how ignorant this girl was. Didn't she even know how to play football?


"I know, I meant who did you play it with?"


"Ohhh," he said, "the children in my class."


Obviously, who and what got mixed up somewhere.

Kabale

My most recent adventure involved traveling down to Kabale in south-western Uganda (very close to Rwanda) for a burial.  Auntie Susie's dad was killed last Sunday in a car accident.  Auntie Susie worked at Hope Family for about a year until she left in July to get married.  She has a couple cousins who still work at New Hope. Early Monday morning last week, Uncle Richard, one of her relatives, came to talk to my dad, and told us that his uncle had died and he was going to Kabale for the burial.  Later that day, plans were made to send a car-load of people down for the burial.  I asked if there was room for me to go along.  Uncle Stu, the Hope Family manager who was organizing the trip, said I could go.

Since we wanted to go and come back all in one day, we had to get an early start.  We got up at 4 am and began the long car ride.  First we headed to Kampala, a familiar road, before turning south towards Masaka.  I had been a little ways along this road when we went to the equator.  We reached Masaka at about 8:30 and as Auntie Sarah said, "You think you should be there but you have only come half-way."  Our next stop was Mbarara.  After passing through Mbarara, we headed towards Kabale.  This stretch of the road was very beautiful, but once again, it was a long way.  Finally we got to Kabale town.  


But this wasn't the end of our journey.  We still had to travel out of the town about 10 km to get to the place where the burial was.  We had been told to go to a resort and then Uncle Richard would give us directions.  When we got to the resort, Uncle Rogers talked to Uncle Richard on the phone who said he was able to see our vehicle.  We looked around expecting to see him, but we didn't see him anywhere.  At this point we were on the edge of a lake.  "Maybe he's on the other side of the lake." We laughed at the joke.  You can probably tell where this is going.  We followed his directions and came to a place where the owners of boats ran out to try and persuade us to come in their boats.  "No, those ones will take advantage of you," said Uncle Richard over the phone, "get a boat further down." We all looked at one another. A boat!

We all piled out of the car and climbed into a little canoe.  I won't tell you whether or not we had life jackets, and I won't tell you whether or not we made sure the motor worked before pushing off from the shore.  Thankfully, everything worked out and in about five minutes we had crossed to where Uncle Richard was waiting for us.  Then we began the hike up the hill.  It was quite a ways and I was very thankful for my Keens when I saw some of my fellow travelers struggling to climb the steep path in dress shoes, flip flops, and high heels.  

At the top of the hill, we met Auntie Susie and her sister.  After giving them hugs, we continued to the home where the service was to be held.  We met Auntie Irene, another former Hope Family staff member.  We then went in to see Auntie Susie's mother.  The crowded room was hard to get into.  After we had seen her, we went back outside and were led to a bench under a tarp.  Uncle Stu and I were the only white people in a group of hundreds.  Needless to say, we felt like we had signs stuck on us saying, "Please look at me."  The service soon began.  Although I had never met Auntie Susie's father, I could tell he was a respected man.  There were many church leaders there.  Many speeches were made.  In nearly every one, some reference was made to "the whites."  Since they were speaking Rukiga, I had no idea what they were saying but frequently, someone would motion to me to stand up.  After an hour and a half, the wind began to blow strongly and the cold rain started to fall.  They ended the service so they could finish the burial.  

We then went to eat our food.  We stood in the line, rain streaming off our jackets, waiting for food.  We were given posho, rice, g-nut sauce, meat, and beans.  We then stood off to the side, trying not to be too noticeable (impossible).  While we ate, everyone around watched, curious to see if the bazungu (white people) ate like them.  

After saying our good-byes, we headed down the slippery, muddy path to the boats along with many other people.  It was a little embarrassing to see little old jjajjas (grandparents) hurrying down the path with their sticks, while we slowly picked our way down, trying not to slip.  Once we got back to our car, we began the long journey home.  We got home at around 2 in the morning.  I was very tired, but glad that I was able to go.