Glimpses of our Life in Ghana

I wish I would be able to go back and get pictures from years ago for this post but that is impossible.   My earliest memories of Thanksgiving are more distinct then Christmas. At our house Thanksgiving was a bigger holiday then Christmas (almost). We butchered turkeys every year for as long as I can remember. It started small and has grown to doing almost 1,000.    I remember the butcher shop as a young child. I remember sitting on a low, wooden, backless chair with my head on mom's knee. Watching the feathers drop from the bottom of the feather picker. And falling asleep. I remember singing around the tables as we butchered and cut off meat. I learned many songs in the butcher shop. I remember playing games like "A my name is Ann, my husbands name is Andy........" I remember the coolness of the butcher shop on summer evenings, and how quickly it heated up. I remember the cold wind blowing in the cracks in the old door. Walking in to the house in the dark under ful

  Sunday evening we got a message that Earl Shirk had caught a python. They caught it alive and kept it till everyone that wanted to came to see it. After everyone had a chance to look at it they left it go so we could see what it would do. Then they killed and butchered it. This evening they steamed and fried it. Everyone got a little taste. It was very chewy but didn't really have much flavor. Just a few other snapshots; This mud hole below is still causing issues. This vehicle had gotten stuck and then when we pulled it out it wouldn't run. Kenny worked at it but the man's mechanic was on his way, so we eventually just left. He found out later it was a blown fuse, which he had been suspicious of. This puddle still brings my heart rate up a bit. And when I came to it and saw this truck, my heart sank. But it was a half hour drive to turn around! And I was less then 5 minutes from my destination. So we squeezed by! We are gearing up for g

This phrase kept going through my mind when we were on vacation. We drove quite  few roads that were definitely not the more popular ones! But we enjoy seeing the out back side of Ghana! So I finally looked it up. I knew there was an entire poem and I found it interesting. It is actually about the road not taken but I still love the thought of the path we choose today takes us on a different journey then we might have gone. The Road Not Taken  Launch Audio in a New Wi Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the fir

The past two weeks have brought a new unique challenge in our lives. A road block. Literally!!                              Haiti has been having a lot of unrest and missionaries have been evacuated. I don't know what their road blocks are like but I think I would rather deal with our minor one! The road block is in Abbina. Abbina is where the shop is. Abbina is where the church is. As a matter of fact, almost every time we go anywhere, we drive through Abbina because it is the village between us and the hard top road.  In the dry season we go straight and pass by the edge of Abbina. In the rainy season, the mud holes get huge! I tried it one time and basically sank into a puddle, in the middle of a puddle, almost up to the axle. Thankfully the back tires were on more solid ground and I could back out. So when  it is rainy season, everyone takes the other road that by passes the big mud holes and goes through the center of the village. One spot it is very narrow and there is a