This afternoon I followed up on a link Amy sent me: https://www.familysearch.org/discovery/compare
It takes a picture you upload and compares it to pictures of your ancestors and determines which one you most look like. Unfortunately, there are no pictures of Dorothy's ancestors uploaded to Family Search. I'm going to work on that.Here are my results:
Henry Chadwick is my paternal grandfather, Sutcliff Madsley is me maternal grandmother's grandfather. There are others that alternate between my maternal and paternal side with decreasing percent values
A couple of things: The sisters in the picture below have been in the office until a new senior couple came to do the financial and secretarial duties. We are sorry to not have them here. Here is Sister Waggoner's note she wrote as she heads back out into the field.
I'm speaking today. Here is my talk.
We talked about how much fun going to the dump is and on Wednesday we took Sisters Parkinson and Waggoner down so they could see. You cannot enter the dump unless your dumping something sotoday I hooked up the trailer, we went to the shed and got some trash and headed for the dump. The sisters had a good time:
Sister Chadwick has a crown to replace the gap in her smile but it keeps falling off.
Just a note about the pictures of the patch of ground with flowers displayed below under the 24th and 25th: Some philistine mowed it since I took the pictures.
Another note: I've been putting pictures taken this spring on a different page.
A couple of busy days with a couple of opportunities to take pictures of spring flowers with the phone. We found out Monday that an elder near Augusta was going home and being replaced by an elder in Forsyth. The elder in Forsyth was in the process of ordering a new bike and we hoped to get it organized such that he could take the bike with him. In addition, a second elder in Forsyth wanted to send his bike for repair and needed a loaner while it was in the shop.
Off we went to Forsyth with the loaner. Switched bikes and got the old bike. Called the bike shop and they could have the new bike ready. All it needed was for the elder's parents to call and pay for it. Stopped for lunch. Stopped to take pictures. Left old bike at the shed. Called the elder's father from the office. Got confirmation from the bike shop that payment was made and the bike was ready. Took bike to be repaired to the bike shop and picked up the new bike. Put new bike in the van to go with elder at 7 AM.
One of our favorite places in Macon is the dump. There are large ponds and wetlands all around as you drive in and a bald eagle nest on top of a high tension electric pole. Earlier in the year we saw a dozen wood storks at one of the ponds and we always see egrets, cormorants and turtles. Unfortunately, we've never seen an alligator. Anyway, Sisters Parkinson and Waggoner wanted to go to the dump. The dump matron wouldn't let us in—you can only go in to dump something. We're going to put together some trash and try again on Friday. Where we turned around, there were lots of primroses.
Here are pictures from the two days:
Sisters Parkinson and Waggoner have been in the mission office for a couple of months until the next senior couple arrive to do the finance and secretary functions. They wanted to see the Otis Redding monument and Sister Parkinson wanted to take pictures of churches in Macon. Macon is very much in the Bible Belt and we've been told that there are more churches per capita in Macon than any other city in the U.S.
The Redding statue is at the beginning of a trail that winds through various parks along the river in Macon. It's right next to the railroad track.
Sisters Parkinson, Chadwick and Waggoner with Otis. |
The Otis Redding statue with the train above. |
We drove into downtown Macon looking for a church that was originally a warehouse. We didn't find that. The first churches we came to were a Presbyterian and Methodist across the street from one another.
We could see steeples to the west and north. The Catholic and two Baptist chapel are there. We were able to go inside the Catholic cathedral. We went to a concert here at Christmas time. First the outside:
Then the stained glass windows (Made in Bavaria according to the plaque outside.) inside:
Across the street and behind are two different Baptist churches.
And on the way back to the office, another Methodist church. This is one we went to for a Negro Spiritual solo recital.
President Grayson assigned a new sister to a pair of trainers in Nashville, GA which necessitated our taking a third bed, desk, and chair for the third person in the apartment. On the way we passed what was either accommodations for a mother-in-law or a play house. You decide:
Today is high council speaker day and Randy Thompson is the speaker. He gave an excellent talk which included this story:
Brother Thompson has been and is active in Special Olympics and youth sports and was coaching a team of 11-year baseball players a number of years ago. One of the players had a 12-year old brother, Dusty, that was the younger brother's biggest fan. He came to every game, sat in the dugout, and cheered for every play. He had a uniform which he always wore.
But he couldn't play. He had cerebral palsy. He wore braces on his legs and walked with arm crutches.
Bro. Thompson team wasn't very good. They had only won two games the entire year. The losses didn't dampen the enthusiasm of the handicapped boy. He was a bright light of optimism. At the end of the season, during the last game in the last inning, the coaches decided that Dusty could come in and play.
Dusty wobbled up to home plate. The pitcher threw an underhand slow pitch. Dusty hit it out to the shortstop and started to first base. The shortstop threw the ball over the head of the first baseman. Dusty saw the error and decide to try for second struggling each foot of the way. The first baseman retrieved the ball but the throw to second was wide and the ball headed for center left. Dusty headed for third. Now the crowd was into it cheering and urging Dusty on. Brother Thompson is coaching at third and when the left fielder's throw goes over the heads of both the third baseman and the catcher, he waves him on to home. Dusty gets about 10 feet from home and the crutches slip and go out to the left and right and Dusty falls on his face. No that's wrong, he tossed those crutches and slide face first into home plate.