Remembering Mission

I have a history of Arlo and this is part of it: On April 2, 1981 he went to Denver for his first heart by-pass operation after accepting a call to serve a mission with Gatha. He needed to prepare himself physically to go. After 2 more operations and time to recuperate he was ready to go.

Heavenly Father called them to serve in the Holbrook, Arizona Mission. They were to report on September 29, 1982, to the Mission Training Center in Provo, Utah.
While serving their Heavenly Father for twelve months, Gatha and Arlo were able to grow spiritually, see the power of the Priesthood and the Spirit of the Lord in action. They developed a love for the Lamanites (Indians). Their love for each other grew very much during these times. They had fun times too. The Indian children loved to rub his bald head. He said at one time, “If you want your head shined go on a mission.” Another time he locked Gatha in the bathroom, turned on the hot water in the kitchen while Gatha was showering, giving her a cold shower. He had a good sense of humor.

I remember the time the kids and I went to pick up Arlo and Gatha in Zuni, New Mexico from their mission. It was a special time for us. We were able to see the trailer and the church in Zuni. We were able to go to a special meeting at the mission home where they cut Grandpa's necktie and a lock of Grandma's hair at the end of their mission. I also remember when Don and I took Arlo and Gatha to the mission home and able to attend a meeting there to say 'good-bye'. I knew after that meeting that is was a special place for them to be. The spirit was really strong. When I took Danette to the mission home I knew from this time that she was going to be in a special place.

My first day in a foreign country

The first day of of my mission in Mexico was one that I shall never forget. I had done quite well in the Language training mission in Provo. I really talked good Spanish with the other missionaries, but experiencing the language and the culture in Mexico was something that I was not prepared for!

I arrived in Monterrey, Nuevo Leon where everything moves at the speed of light. The bus stops were crowded and the bus stopped in a screaming cloud of dust. Everyone packed themselves onto the bus, and it launched itself in another cloud of roaring powder.

My first assignment was in Torreon, Coahuila.

I traveled there in anticipation and when I arrived, they spoke a version of Spanish that I could not understand. I felt helpless. I arrived in Torreon with the hope that there would be someone there to greet me, but there was no greeting party at the bus terminal. I had the address of my first companion scrawled on a slip of paper in my pocket.

I grabbed my suitcases and hailed down a taxi. The gentleman driving the taxi was kind, but he talked in a brogue that fell on my ears like jibberish. He helped me pack up my luggage and we were off.

When we got to the address, the windows on the west side of the building were boarded up, and my heart sank. I was in a foreign country where I couldn't understand the language and I was so unprepared for solving problems in a country where I could not communicate.

I handed my wallet to the driver and let him take what I owed him. When I think about that now, it makes me shudder. He could have really taken advantage of this foolish young gringo, but he didn't. He took only the fare and he handed me my wallet and drove away.

I was just about to succomb to my despair when the door of the house opened and my new companion came out to rescue me. What a wonderful feeling it was to have someone I could lean on that had been in the country for a while and could navigate the city so adeptly.

I went to bed that night much more secure and a little wiser. I had more faith in mankind because of the kindness of the taxi driver. I was now ready to embark on an experience over the next two years that would strengthen my commitment to my Savior, that would teach me about the goodness of the people in the world and that would enhance my gratitude for my own wonderful country.