Edited by HowardsMF155, September 04, 2012 - 10:27 PM.
As Paul Harvey Would Say....the Rest Of The Story
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Dad was also successful as a missionary. Step by step, churches were established, leaders were found and trained, and new churches were started. By the end of his time in Zambia, he had started nearly 80 churches in and around the Serenje area. In later years, if there was no vehicle access, then he would have the local people widen their local path to whatever "main" (dirt) road they used, then he would use tractors, plows, and a grader to construct a road. The farthest I ever knew of him going to a "local" church was four hours away.
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Posted September 04, 2012 - 10:28 PM
THE CALL OF AFRICA
When you've acquired a taste for dust,
The scent of our first rain,
You're hooked for life on Africa
And you'll not be right again
Till you can watch the setting moon
And hear the jackals bark
And know that they're around you,
Waiting in the dark.
When you long to see the elephants.
Or to hear the coucal's song,
When the moonrise sets your blood on fire,
You've been away too long
It's time to cut the traces loose
And let your heart go free
Beyond that far horizon,
Where your spirit yearns to be.
Africa is waiting - come!
Since you've touched the open sky
And learned to love the rustling grass,
The wild fish-eagles cry.
You'll always hunger for the bush,
For the lion's rasping roar,
To camp at last beneath the stars
And to be at peace once more.
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Posted September 04, 2012 - 10:37 PM
I can confirm that the house is indeed the house Dad renovated and that we lived in for so many years.
Hah! Just looked up Chipota falls and it is indeed located nearby......and I don't think we ever knew it! Oh well, we had our own falls to play in.
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Posted September 04, 2012 - 10:50 PM
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Posted September 04, 2012 - 11:01 PM
Ok, found more images on the net. I won't swear that the above is us, but this IS how we obtained brick for building projects around the farm. We hired a "contractor" who located a suitable source of clay on the property, dug it, molded it, and then fired it. Very interesting stuff to see first hand.
This shot ( not mine) is taken from inside our original tractor shed, and shows in the background the "barn" we put in later to house the combine and get some of the other implements out of the weather.
This shot is identified by someone else as being at Kalwa and does look familiar. I haven't visited in over 15 years.
Here is another shot of the house I grew up in.
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Posted September 05, 2012 - 12:10 AM
I've already mentioned that we supplied our own eggs. Basics like flour, sugar, and a host of other things I can't name were ususally purchased in the capital, about 6 hours away. Mom ended up having a pantry that was bigger than my bedroom! Want a sandwich? Mom had to make the bread from scratch, but we could get Peanut butter and jelly. Spam in a can would provide the meat, if you wanted a meat sandwich. Biscuits, cornbread, cake, frosting and cookies, all baked from scratch. Of course, living on a farm in such a mild climate, with access to crops pretty much year round helped a lot. For years she cooked all our meals on a wood burning stove. We never slaughtered our own beef, but we did have some connections with some farmers who did. So every few months, Dad would return from a trip with half a cow, or half a pig, and we would spend the following day carving the carcass into steaks, and roasts, and ribs, and hamburger or sausage. We used a hand grinder for many years.
Education was another task she had to tackle. Three kids when they left the states, and another little tagalong in '74. Mom had to administer lessons as outlined in the Calvert Correspondence school. She would teach for 20 days, then there was a test which had to be written down and airmailed back to the states to be graded and become part of our official school record. At that time, in that part of the world, "airmail" took a minimum of 6 weeks round trip, and 8 weeks was more likely.
Mom was a registered nurse before we went overseas, and it wasn't long before she started running a very small clinic. Every morning, shortly before the work bell rang at 8:00, she would see people who lined up at the back door. Malaria was a common malady, she would dispense the proper pills with instructions to return if needed. Cuts were cleaned out with "Dettol", a local germ killer that did a pretty good job. Used it on the people, the cows, and the dogs as needed LOL. Major problems were referred to the clinic in town, ( over 1/2 hour away by "motocar", longer on foot.) Those being referred to the clinic were given first seating if Dad was taking the truck to town. If the case was bad enough, we would make a special run.
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