Last Friday we drove out to visit friends who live on the east end of the island. It is a a lot different over there.
Quieter and less populated. It is how I imagined this island would be like when I first heard of the place.
People tend to travel by boat more because it is easier to get around. A lot of homes are right on the water.
Seems a lot cooler on that end too, breezier. The majority of people who live out there are originally from the island and all speak English where as here on the west end their is a mix of Islanders, espanolas (Hispanics from the mainland) and gringos (people like me). You hear a lot more spanish around where I live. It is a nice change to go out there and see a glimps of what the island was once like.
I grew up with Little House on the Prairie. I have fond memories of the series being read to my brothers, sisters and I by my parents, they read them to us at least twice. I always knew that when I had children I would do the same. Now my day has arrived, the pleasure is mine. We enjoy our evening reads together. Simple pleasures are the best.
Whenever I look at this picture the song ” We’re all in this together” from high school musical pops in my head (I know corny). This picture was taken a year ago or so. To me it is a good memory of life here at the SonRise. Faces in this photo change as people come and go, half the faces stay the same because that’s us, the gang that’s here. I have experienced various things in my life with so many different people who have come down. I am blessed to have met you. Thanks for touching my life.
Being on the mission field you are not always able to find what you want in the stores and if you do it may cost an arm and a leg. So in those cases you either do with out or make it yourself. One of those things for us was peanut butter, we do have it on the island but it cost more than I want to pay at times. So we will make it ourselves.
First we get some raw peanuts from the market
Than we roast them. You can either do it in a pan over the stove or in the oven. I have done both.
After that we got ourselves an old fashion meat grinder and would crank the peanuts through that ten or fifteen times.
This is how it looks after a few times through. It it a process and normally afterwards I would not want to eat peanut butter for a while.
Today my sister-in-law, Leah, and I got together to make a batch. We had spent a good hour or two working away at it when my mother-in-law comes breezing in (she just came back from town) and after chatting about this and that she was heading out the door and she says we should try the food processor (just got that a month ago). I was like “nah, might break it” she disagreed and was gone.
I took a look at Leah sweating over the crank and thought “ah what the heck” through some peanuts in the machine and lo and behold this happened.
I will never go back to that sorry old meat grinder again. Thank you Lord for technology!
This is Ni Ni, my middle child. She is three years old
She thought she could fly.
I know this because for Christmas we got her a Tinker Bell outfit with wings and all. She was so happy, she put it on and ran off. She returned shortly and was upset. She says to me ” I can’t fwy ” and begin to cry. I tried to explain how man was not made to fly like birds but that we can fly in planes. She was still upset and seemed to think she should be able to fly. Just a few days ago she jumps off a five foot ledge trying to ” fwy “. She comes (thank the Lord injury free) to me crying that she could not fly and her reasoning was she has no wings, only hands. She has now come to the realization that she can not fly. I am saved from the worry of her jumping off of high places but am saddened at the loss of her innocence as the world around her becomes more of a reality. No we can’t fly