Since November our kids have been missing their Chappell playmates, but they’ve gotten more and more into playing games with our neighbors. Today it was ring-around-the-rosey, freeze tag, and a triple jump game of unknown origin.
To cook in Menya, Menyans need firewood. That means picking a tree, cutting down the tree, cutting up the tree and splitting the tree.
Wes started a typing class/reading night for our literacy graduates.
We’re back in Menya and a baby was born while we were gone.
The people of Menya have learned that Elizabeth has a sewing machine and knows how to use it. So now we have a steady stream of folks bringing by their worn out clothing to be patched and altered. Some of the more generous compensate her with green onions, potatoes, or leafy greens.