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.
We took gifts to two recent newborns including hats Lucy had knat which delighted all.
Carving pumkins, trick-or-treating at every door in the house (while mom and dad answered as different characters,) and jack-o-lantern projecting.