Glimpses of our Life in Ghana

 One of the most frequent questions we got this time on furlough is, "When are you moving home?"   Hopefully, we didn't offend anyone in our responses to this question. We got a bit weary of it because we don't know. We don't have any good answers to tell people. I'm going to be very honest about our feelings and hopefully you can understand where I'm coming from on this question.   One of the main concerns people talked about is our children. Do they like it in Ghana? Each of them has a part of them that wants to be in the US with family and friends and live the American dream. But each of them also loves Ghana. Both boys have lived in Ghana longer then in the US. They are more comfortable in their slippers (any sort of flip flop or sandal) then in shoes. And actually love best when their feet are stained reddish brown with African dirt. The point is, this is their home. Austin told me one day, We should move back to the US but then come to Ghana on furlo

It is January already. Another year has come to a close. December felt like a lot of doors closed and when I looked at my pictures I understood why! Amanda came to help with teaching at school. This was right after she got here, before we set up her room at school. She is enjoying having three boys to teach and they enjoy having her as their teacher. Brent, Austin and Junior Shirk are her students. Our whole school schedule is a bit complicated this year but Amanda is just filling in till February and then, when Jodi Seibel gets back from her sister's wedding, she will finish out the term.  Our plantain trees finally gave fruit! And bananas aren't far behind. And there is always a papaya tree somewhere. They are more of a plant then a real tree. The tree might last two years. One very special evening we went to Han's Cottage with Wayne and Dorothy one last time before they left. It was icing on the cake that Austin caught his first big cat fish there. Kenny and the boys wen