The wall reconstruction on the back property is going slow because the rains have been so heavy.
I worked on Christmas cards for hours as I need to address 1750.
Dr. Tim gave us our yearly dental checkup. Dottie shopped.
The teachers began preparing for Independence week activities.
Three weeks after the funeral I was called by a local pastor in Chimaltenango telling me that the wife and her two young daughters were on the side of the road with a handful of possessions.
Dottie and I drove to where we were told the woman was and sure enough she was on the street with a small sewing machine and a few bags of clothes. So we gathered them into our van and drove them to our home. She began working for us and this was our first employee.
Today, after more than 25 years, she is still our cook. Her daughters grew up and are now married. But the younger of the two was our praise and worship leader. She even recorded songs professionally. She has three children and her husband has his own recording studio.
The incident with the soldiers at the graveyard was one of the most harrowing experiences of my life. It was the first time that I had guns in my face and threats. But it was not the last time as in the early 1990s the civil war was still raging.
There was a day when I was in the yard and a group of rebels ran into our property. Behind them were government soldiers waving their guns. Wicho was our guardian at the gate but he had no weapon. But he jumped in front of the soldiers yelling in Spanish, “There are children here. Do not shoot”.