If we had a bumper I might be tempted to get a bumper sticker proclaiming my grandkids to be better than everyone’s. We really do miss Rani, D, Tali, Marcus, Tiari, Rachel, Joel, Jake, Heather, Wesley, Abby, Whitney, Justin, Troy, Audrey, Dallin, Chad, Kyle, Alison, Griffin, Truman, Eva and Mae, and your parents, too. We’re trying to be good so we can all be together for a very long time—as in forever. We appreciate your prayers—-they really help—and we pray for you, too. We thought you would like to hear about what the children here did for a Primary activity this last Tuesday. This can help you understand a little about what it’s like to be in another country on a mission.
Try to imagine what this was like: We met at the Church and walked across town to a park. There was a playground but you had to pay 100 dram to go in and play so we didn’t. There were funny little rides that pretty much just went around and around, and didn’t look very safe or pretty. There were weeds, and trash, and lots of children and their moms and women selling sunflower seeds wrapped in pages of old books. When we got there we had a prayer, right out on the sidewalk, and the Primary president gave a little talk about how God created such a beautiful world. Then everyone waited in line and got to go on one ride. After that we walked to the other side of the town and went to a restaurant. We each had one piece of pizza. It had no tomato sauce (which would make some of you happy) and it had corn, mushrooms and red peppers and Armenian cheese. We all had a cup of red flower tea (Word of Wisdom approved.) No one complained, no one asked for something else, no one yelled, or misbehaved, or ran around. Everyone ate all of their food happily and used very good table manners, (except for one boy who licked the sugar shaker, which is not good manners). They were all very happy and thankful for the good time they had. In other words they all were very good children—just like our perfect grandchildren. And I think they had just as good a time as if they had gone to Disneyland. (And by the way, they all loved Pooh-pa’s bird calls and Piccolo Petes.)
One of the boys who came is named Martune. He is 9 years old and he is going to be baptized this Saturday. We hope he will keep coming to Church and be a good missionary some day. We think you would like these children if you were here with us. There are good people everywhere in the world, and Heavenly Father loves us all.