Ok folks, when I started this story I hadn’t meant it to be a book.   I didn’t even mean for it to be more than about 2 posts, but it has evolved into that.  I regret not keeping a diary while we were there as the longer it goes the harder it is for me to keep it all straight in my mind.  Good thing my memory has always been sharp.  LOL

Anyway, to conclude the story, here goes:

After we returned to MAM headquarters Sunday afternoon, Oct. 13, 2013 we had to say good-bye to our beautiful, sweet, graceful, talented, and beloved daughter, Kendra Lily.  (I could go on and on about her but I’ll spare you all.  )  Anyway, she needed to head back to El Chal so she could be at the clinic the next day.   Vernon and Tim Korver took her to the bus terminal so she could take the night bus back up.  She said she got a really good bus.

Tiana didn’t go along with her as Benj’s family was headed down to the mission that same night.  Holly’s parents were due to fly into the City from PA on Monday the 14th.  I am sure they met the bus KL was on somewhere in the middle of the night.

I woke up early that morning thinking I heard the voice of little people.  I was up in a flash.  I told Vernon that our grandchildren were here.  We got up and went outside our room and there was no one stirring.  ?????  I must have been dreaming!  Looked at the clock and it was about 5 AM.  So, disappointed,  I went back to bed.

Later on, we found out that Benj’s had gotten to the mission about 4:30 AM and apparently had come in to use the bathroom and then finished the night out in their pickup.  So, I wasn’t imagining things after all.  If I’d gotten out there sooner maybe I could’ve brought one of the little ones in to sleep or cuddle in our bed. 

Anyway, they were there for breakfast and it was a sweet reunion again.  We had only been gone for 4 days so it was fun for them too as they remembered us well.

After breakfast, Holly and I walked down the street to Walmart for her to pick up a few needed items.  Later on, Vernon went with them to the airport to pick up James and Cheryl Long.  We hadn’t all been together since Benj and Holly’s wedding 7 years earlier so this was special.  Of course, we had to take some pictures of our shared grandchildren.

They had planned to head north soon after lunch but Tiana and her Daddy finally had their much-needed father/daughter talk……so they patiently waited until they were done talking.

Of course, I used this time to fill up my Grandma Love Tank with the little ones and having a good time with Cheryl and Holly too.  Cheryl and I share a lot of the same interests.

Even so, the painful good-byes came at last.

Saying good-bye to another beautiful, talented and lovely daughter was maybe more difficult than it was with KL.  Tiana had planned to fly home for a visit in November but had just learned that she had missed her chance to use her ticket.  We thought that she had a year from the time she flew down.  Unfortunately it was a year from when it was booked in Oct.   She was so disappointed and was really trying to work through this so it was hard part but we felt it best that she stay in Guatemala for the time being.  (She is in instruction class and she has been blessing Benj’s family by helping with housework.)

After seeing them off, we and Tim Korver’s went downtown to  Dr. Tercero (the Urologist) and Dr. Manuel Caceres’ office.  Rhoda had been having some issues with her stomach so I had made an appointment with one of my doctors who specializes in her problem.  We got there and were in the waiting room when the receptionist called us to go in.

Dr. Manuel, didn’t know we were there and I wished so much that I’d had a camera ready.  He started to usher us into his office when his eyes lit up and a grin as big as it could go when he suddenly recognized us.  He stuttered a little as he got over his surprise.  “Yes. Yes. Yes, of course.”    That’s one of his favorite quotes.

This man has been a very close friend over the years.  We met him when Tiana was just 5 days old.  I had had a gallbladder attack then and Vernon had brought me to the hospital.  Dr.  Fahsen called his brother, Julio, who examined me and turned me over to his older brother Manuel.  We clicked with him….(we hadn’t with Julio) and a couple years later he eventually operated on me and removed the offending organ.  He also saw me through a few other problems, such as sinus infections, kidney stones, etc.  He also did surgery on Vernon’s left middle finger that he had pinched off in the hammermill accident.

The one thing I remember was how supportive he was in Joy Coates’ ordeal.  He had taken care of Melissa when she had an asthma attack.  He even had gone to the airport when the authorities took Joy and were going to fly her to the US.  (You can read about that in “A Song For Your Honor”….by Kay Evans published by CLP).  Even now, he will answer my questions via email if I happen to want to know something.    He works with the German embassy as he is fluent in that language.  He also works with insurance companies for the tourists.  If a tourist gets sick or has an accident, he will fly out to the tourist in a plane or helicopter and transport that person to a hospital in the City.  He also will fly with that person to his or her country for medical help.

After we visited a little we left his office so that Rhoda could have her appointment.   When that was over we stopped on another floor to say hello to our Ob/Gyn Dr. Derik Fahsen.  He was not there as he was doing a C-section.  We were disappointed but it couldn’t be helped so we headed back to the mission.

We finally got back to the mission and we packed up ready to leave the next morning.  Had a nice visit with Harold Kauffman.   Harold had been our bishop here at Sheldon Mennonite for a number of years but had returned to Guatemala in July to help out there.  He is amazing…88 years old and still going strong.  When he is here, he lives at Conrath Villa, only a block away.

Next day came too soon as we had to get up early.  I don’t remember who took us to the airport.  Either Craig or Tim. 

We were there early so we took advantage of that by looking for a “Recuerdo” for Jonny.  I had gotten everybody else something.  Dress fabric for the girls, coffee for Marvin, an umbrella for Kaity but nothing for Jonny.  I knew what I wanted but it took us awhile to find the right one.  So here it is:

 

We flew to San Salvador then on to Chicago.  The flights and lay over went well and once we were in Chicago we got a bus to Beloit, WI.

Vernon called Arthur Kauffman, Harold’s son, who had come to the airport and took our car, a RED MUSTANG, back to Beloit so that we wouldn’t have to pay $17 a day to be parked at the airport.  (Vernon had warned him that he MIGHT want to park it behind his house. )

Arthur and Evelyn met us at a McDonald’s with the car and instead of eating there we decided to go awhile before stopping.   So away we went, headed north and home!

I am not exactly sure where we stopped.  There were a choice of  2 restaurants….McDonald’s or A&W.  When Vernon asked my opinion, I said we hadn’t been to an A&W since 1986 so that sealed our fate.   When we got inside, there was a group of 15 or 20 youngsters with a couple of adults.  Looked like a kindergarten class.  They were a noisy group but when we were joined by a busload of middle school students we wondered if we had made a mistake in our choice of restaurants.  The din was awful!

We gave our order:  I ordered a Coney Dog  and a rootbeer float.  He got a hamburger and a rootbeer float.   Then we got an order of onion rings to share.  We found a corner that we thought we could eat in peace but were soon surrounded by these preteens or young teens who were having the time of their lives, hollering, joking, laughing and of course, eating.  We didn’t stick around any longer than we had to.  We were anxious to get home anyway so the desire to linger wasn’t even a temptation.

We were motoring up the highway for about a half hour when I casually mentioned to Vernon that my belly was feeling a bit gassy.  He asked me if I needed to stop.   I told him that it wasn’t desperate but I could probably use the restroom before too long.   Not long late,r I saw an exit ahead so I told him that I changed my mind, that I did need to use a restroom and it was getting urgent.  We pulled up to the gas station and I was out the door as soon as it was safe to get out of the car.

I spent so much time  in the ladies’ room that I was afraid that Vernon would be worried about me….. ;(  When I finally felt well enough to return to the car I was surprised that Vernon wasn’t there.  I went back in the convenience store and was browsing when the urge hit me again so back I went to the restroom.   Finally, back on the road, Vernon confessed that he almost didn’t make it to the restroom in time.    Oh, did we ever laugh!  I think howling may be more like it.  Every time I thought about it I started to giggle and then Vernon would join in.  He told me that he was glad he had a wife that could laugh about things such as this.   We have wondered what caused the scoots but figured it had to be the onion rings.  Whatever it was, neither of us are too anxious to patronize an A&W again for awhile.  If it had been about 30 years since the last time, well maybe waiting another 30 years won’t hurt.   And Culver’s is a very good substitute in our opinion.

Finally arrived home about 11 PM……and our bed and our own pillows felt as good as we had remembered them.  It was so good to be home.

What a vacation!  What a trip!  All because of a 4.5mm kidney stone.

~concluded~

One thing I forgot to mention:  Before we left Jonny had asked me to tell Lee Burkholder hi for him.  When I met Lee I told him I had a message from Jonathan Martin.  “Oh, do you live in the same area as Jonny?”  “Do you go to the same church?”  Imagine his chagrin when he realized that I was Jonathan’s mother. 

 

 

 

After spending a little time with Lencho and Rosa’s family….they gave us some hard panes (kind of like sugar cookies and coffee for a snack.  I was getting rather hungry by then so had to consider this breakfast.  Lencho offered the use of their car to drive to church up the road about 10 or 12 miles so we took him up on that.

We, of course, had not been there since they had put in the new 4 lane highway and had built some bridges over some of the barrancos and eliminated some of the excess curves.  It is amazing how much a place can change in a very short time.  We used to marvel at the changes we saw when we would return from a 2 or 3 month furlough so you can imagine what changes has come in the 7 years since we’d been there.   We would see something that we remembered and it was almost  like a long-time friend among strangers.

We arrived at Chirijox before anyone else had arrived for the services.  We parked and got out of the car—had to park it on the street as they have the church yard fenced in now.   We used to always park up next to the church.  Jacinto, Ana Tzoc’s, husband,  who is now a member came to greet us.  Soon, his father-in-law, Miquel Tzoc came out.   They all live in a single compound right next to the church house.   Miguel shook my hand and asked me who I was.  “Soy Kim.” (I am Kim.)   His eyes lit up and he indicated to Vernon.  “Then that must be Hermano Vernon!”

Yeah, it must be, I thought with amusement.  Miguel couldn’t tell who it was but he knew my name and of course knew that strange man must be Vernon.  I think his eyesight isn’t as good as it used to be but then it has been 11 years since we left there and Vernon now sports hair on his Chinny chin chin.     Too bad Miguel’s hand glasses don’t help him any.  (I said that for my children’s benefit…..Miguel used to entertain them during church by putting his hands up to his face and pretend they were glasses….I guess he was bored and figured they were too.  )  Oh well, he’s a nice old man and we like him.  His wife passed away sometime after we moved to WI.   His children are all grown and only Maria, one of the twins is living at home now.    I am guessing she is around 30….not sure if she is older or younger than Susana but around her age.   Maria is a Christian but has never been baptized.  I am not sure what’s holding her back.

Then Diego Tzquin and his family came walking up the street.  They walk a number of kilometers to come to church.  They live in an aldea called Pachipac up the mountain above Nahuala.

Diego is the deacon and was Vernon’s helper in the church work the 13 years we lived there.  His family has been an inspiration to us from the time we met in 1989 and we are still very good friends.  Diego’s had 8 children but only 3 daughters lived.  None of the girls are married although they have had offers. Catarina said it something like this:  “We won’t give up Jesus just to get a husband.”    I am not sure why they didn’t find husbands in the church but I suppose it is partially they are more isolated than some of the other church in MAM (Mennonite Air Missions) and another they are Mayan Indians and a lot of the other churches are more Latin people.  The cross culture may have a part in it….I am sure it does, but it is the men’s loss because in our humble opinion, these girls are the cream of the crop.

Catarina, Cata, as we call her is now in her 40′s but she was my right arm the last several years we lived in Guatemala.  We could TOTALLY trust her to care for our family when I couldn’t.  In fact, I did at times.  We knew that our children were always in good hands and that she would care for them as well as she would her own children.  I think our leaving was hardest on her as she had been living with us the last few months over the time Jonny was born.  I was on bedrest so she became our girls’ second mother.  Susana was over in Belize the summer of  ’02 cooking at Cayo Deaf Institute so Cata came to help.  She and 3 year-old Lavina were particularly close.  Cata and her sister Magda knit sweaters for us too.

Anyway, we were glad to see them all…except Magdalena who had to stay home to watch the house in case of burglars.   They take turns so we missed seeing her.

It had been Jose Benito’s turn to come to Nahuala that Sunday but he knew we were planning to go so he had called Diego to tell him that Vernon was going to preach and he wouldn’t be coming.  (Spoil sport.  )  So, the element of surprise was gone but they told us they would bring our lunch for the day.  Usually we packed a lunch because the afternoon service starts about 1:00.

It was interesting to sit through another service of Quiche…..of course, we didn’t get much out of it either but we are experts of pretending we know what is being said.  I guess I am not as expert as some of our family.  Its ok, though, if Vernon can encourage them in Quiche, I am glad he can do that.   We enjoyed singing in the tiny little church building and recalling the many memories of years gone by.

After the service we had lunch with Diego’s family in the church’s new kitchen/Sunday school room.  When we lived there, we didn’t have any building there.  The children’s SS class was in the little school room in the back room of the church which sometimes caused a disturbance depending on what songs they sang and how loud they happened to be reciting their verses.   Seven years ago when we last visited there, they had a wooden structure that had been hastly put up for some special meetings they were having.  This new building was built to replace the shack and is a very nice improvement to the church.  We always picnicked inside the church or in our van on cold and rainy days or out in the front lawn on nice days.  If we needed anything heated we had to go to Miguel’s kitchen next door to use their plancha.

Ana brought us some lunch too.

 

Just for the record….When Marvin outgrew his shirts when he was 13, he gave them to Diego….they fit him perfectly.

The kitchen was not the only improvement made on this property.  If we wanted to use the restroom, when we moved to El Novillero twenty-four years ago, we had to use one that was very primitive.   Sometime along the way the government had a project going to build “sanitary” facilities to everyone that needed one.  Now, this project, helped to upgrade the one at church.  Wow.  We thought this one was nice.    When I saw the new ones this time, I could hardly believe it.  They even have separate ones for the men and the women.   I told the girls that I took pictures of the new ones to show the family.   Cata told me I should take a picture of the old one that we had thought was so wonderful for a comparison.  I did just that.   But I was amused that the new door still had a couple of holes.  (Knotholes)

Least anyone thinks I am poking fun, please know that I am really impressed with these changes and I am not making fun in the least.  We would have loved having it this nice when we lived there.  Of course, we did in our house but a lot of people had corn stalk walls to their outhouses with a piece of plastic that served as a door.  Hey, at least they had an outhouse.  Some didn’t until the government program came and built them.

After the afternoon service we headed back to Novillero.   Craig Martin, (a 2nd cousin) had gone out to San Marcos for the service there and offered to pick us up at 3 in Novillero.  I was so glad we didn’t have to get on another bus.  In case you may have wondered, some people love riding those buses but it never was my favorite activity.

We had lived close to some Catholic nuns while we lived there and became very close friends in our later years.  Immaculata Burke was born in Ireland and Marie Tolley is a native of New York.  Immaculata immigrated from Ireland to New York when she was young and these two women have been in Novillero since the late 60′s or early 70′s.  When Mary Beth (Bentz) Hogan was our children’s school teacher in ’97-’99 she started having our youngsters go sing for these two wonderful women.  Our family continued that until we left in 2002.  The nuns were not happy that our family left and often had told us that we were their quietest neighbors.  They, of course, were referring to the loudspeakers that most of the churches around have mounted on their rooftops to broadcast their services.   Only those that have lived in or visited Guatemala can visualize the noise we were subjected to.  One Sunday afternoon I had to stay home with a sick child and I went out onto our porch and counted 9 different services being broadcast within a 1/2 mile radius of our house!  Big time racket to put it mildly.  I remind the nuns, whenever they say something about us being quiet,  that we don’t need any loudspeaker…..our family is loud enough.

Anyway, the 2 times I have been back to Guatemala since we moved away….6 and 7 years respectively, I had wanted to visit with the nuns.  The first time, we got to see Marie but Immaculata was sleeping and they didn’t want to awaken her.  The last time another nun answered the door and said my friends weren’t home.  Talk about disappointment.   This time I prayed that God would allow them to be home.  They are both elderly and Immaculata hasn’t been in the best of health.  At 90+ years, and we only getting a chance to visit every 6 or 7 years doesn’t leave us a lot of possibility that she’ll live to the next time we visit.   We pulled into their driveway and were hopeful because there was a couple of vehicles parked there.

A knock on the door brought Immaculata herself to answer it.  Her delight was evident when she called “Marie, we have very special visitors to see us!”  Marie didn’t guess who it was and began dancing in her excitement when she saw us.  They confessed that they thought they’d never see us again.  We had a delightful little visit which we terminated by singing “Jesus Christ the Son of God” and “All Things Work Together For Good” for them before we left.  I almost cried thinking how good God was to answer my heartfelt prayer to get to see them again.  I said that it made my day.  They assured us that we made their day.  Marie couldn’t get done hugging the girls and exclaiming how happy she was to see us….”And one more hug for the road, girls, just one more hug.”   (We just received a Christmas card from them in which they wrote: “We wish your family could Christmas carol for us this year.”  How we would have loved to do so.

They run a medical and dental clinic there, right across the street from our old church house in Novillero, and they wouldn’t let us pay to do our dentistry.  Every dentist and doctor that graduates from college in Guatemala has to give a year in service (internship) somewhere in Guatemala.  Since Immaculata was a friend to the dean of dentistry she got first dibs on any of the students….so she would pick someone who got the highest grades to serve in her clinic.  So we had free dental work there.   Also, it was Immaculata who got the job of bandaging Vernon’s finger that got smashed off when the hammermill fell on it in 1997.

Oh yes, every time we’d go to visit them, they’d give the children candy that was sent from the New York church for the heathen children.  They would joke: “Yours are heathens aren’t they?”  More than I cared to admit.    When our oldest son took his family to see them a year or so ago, the question was; “May we give the Heathen’s children some candy too?”    I suppose there might be a reason our children were partial to Immaculata and Marie. 

I had a bit of a hard time seeing how frail and fragile Immaculata was.  She is such a sweetheart.

Reluctantly we left them and drove back to Lencho’s.  We had just parked the car in the carport when Rosa came running over and asked Kendra Lily to come quickly.  They have a big swimming pool in their yard and there was a group of students from the Escuela Normal (Normal School for teachers) just down the road and one of the girls fell about 7 feet onto the concrete.  Actually, I think there is a pulley or something rigged up from up there that they could ride down across the water and drop in.  I wish I would’ve thought to take pictures.  Anyway, 3 girls were up there and the one who fell said she had been pushed.   The other two denied that but it really scared everyone.  They had laid the girl out and Kendra Lily checked her.  Rosa called Lencho who was at their restaurant and told him about the accident.  Lencho came home and he and Rosa took the girl to Solola to the hospital  for Xrays.   We found out later that she was ok.  I do hope that Lencho moves the tower closer to the pool’s edge so that in case it happens again they will just fall into the pool.

We didn’t stay long as 3 o’clock was coming up fast and we needed to see some other people.   Juanita Ovalle in particular. As we got out to the main street, Kendra Lily said that we should see if Domingo Chavez was home as he always asks about Vernon whenever he sees them.   She knocked on his door and he let us in, very happy to see Vernon.  He took us through his house to his son’s house at the back of their courtyard.  His daughter-in-law Celestina and I had been very close friends when we lived there.  We sat down in her living room when her husband Max came in.  He had heard us talking and had come to investigate.   Unfortunately, we had to go as it was nearly 3 o’clock.  We had to try to see Juanita yet.  She’d never forgive us….oh, she would but some of her family wouldn’t. 

We went out the back door at Max and Celes’ and up the alley past our old house.   It was kind of hard to see it sitting there abandoned as is also the church house in Novillero.  The mission has given up the work in Novillero, which, we think is what needed to be done, but it doesn’t make it easier to think about.  Many years and little fruit but we did have roots there and that is where most of our children grew up.  Susana was 7 when we moved there and 20 when we left….13 years is a long time…..the longest time we ever lived in one place.   We didn’t have time to even explore for a tiny bit because just as we reached the bridge in front of our house, Craig came driving up.

We asked him if he’d wait a bit for us to go see if Juanita was home.   He consented and Vernon and I went to Jorge Ovalle’s compound.  No one there except for Kevin, Juanita’s nephew.  We left a little gift there for Juanita and the family.  (She told me later he hadn’t given it to her….I guess Hershey chocolate bars were too tempting to keep. )  We left a message for her and she called me the next day at the mission.  Juanita had worked for us the 13 years we lived there.  At first she was our maid, then when Amalia came I taught her to knit sweaters…..She was by far my best knitter and could spot a mistake in a pattern and fix it without having to tell me.   Many times I would give her a pattern to try for a sample and fixed an error I had made.  No one else ever was that good at making sweaters.  In the sweater business she was my right arm.  She was totally trustworthy too.   She is a calm natured person which we really appreciated.

We left and headed back into the mission.   Oh, in case you wondered….Craig made the trip from Los Encuentros to Tecpan in the same amount of time the bus had done it so maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.  At least in the Mitsubishi van I didn’t feel like we were going to fly off one of the cliffs into the barranco!

We saw a rainbow as we were  coming into Chimaltenango so KL had fun taking more pictures.

She also had taken  a bunch of photos of the different colors of soil where you can see the levels of dirt between Nahuala and Novillero where the road construction cut into the mountains.

We made it back to the mission too late and too tired to attend church in the City that night.  Sorry we missed seeing a bunch of our other friends by doing that.

Well,  I think one more blog will finish up this story.   Until next time……

Here is the Pan Am Highway.  We lived north of Santa Lucia, Utatlan,  at the edge of the highway.  You can see where the highway comes southeast with very few curves and then a sharp curve going northeast for a very little bit before going east.  We lived in the pocket of land at the curve.  I think 25 or so vehicle ran off the highway during that 13 years as it was a very dangerous curve and drop off, almost into Jorge Ovalle’s patio.  It got so I could recognize the sound of a vehicle running off the road and tumbling down the side of the hill. 

Chirijox is somewhere between Nahuala and Ixtahuacan…..about where the curves start to straighten out.  But you can see how the road is like a snake having contortions.  Not built for carsick prone people.  This terrain is about 9,000 ft above sea level.