Hello dear family and friends. I am well. Thank you for attending this meeting today. Quite a bit of stuff happened this week. The earlier part of the week was spent in a scramble, planning for a big event going down at Nash farms, a historical location near our apartments. They have all original buildings and equipment from the time period of the early eighteen hundreds. They were hosting two large events and me and Elder Leatherwood were in charge of assigning all the missionaries in the zone certain times to attend and help out.
Our graphs were a little skewed with most of the missionaries wanting to attend the event and not the cleanup or setup, but we got everything figured out. Me and Elder Leatherwood got to attend most of both events as we were supervising the missionary volunteers. On Friday night we had a dance, and the time period was the nineteen fifties, and most of the normal workers were dressed like greasers. Speaking of which, I had to run to the store and grab a pair of jeans and a plaid shirt which I oddly enough didn't bring with me.
The dance was fun, and we spent most of it assembling meals for those who attended. One of which was our own mission president, President Chapman and his wife. An authentic band came and played some cool tunes. Afterwards we cleaned up and went to bed.
On Saturday, the park was open for visitors to come see attractions, ride ponies, and make crafts from the early eighteen hundreds. We saw a lemur,
tried to walk on stilts,
but best of all, I got to work at the leatherworking station. For your info, I taught leatherworking at Bartlett scout camp for a good chunk of the summer and enjoy it a lot. It was a blast helping kids stamp images into leather again. I even made myself a tag that doesn't look too bad.
The afternoon went quickly and we stayed till late getting all the tents and stations down.
The other days were a little bit uneventful with only Zone Conference thrown in with flu shots. I actually know a couple of missionaries who left their papers at home so they wouldn't have to get a shot. It was okay though, and conference was good. We had a training done by the TechZone teaching how to get members to post. We had dinner with the Ganschow's again, and they served pulled pork burritos. Now Dad, listen up. There is something pretty cool down here that I forgot to tell you about earlier. There are plenty of grills down in Texas, but every single member family we visit has something a little different. They all have a green egg on their back porch. That is both a name and a description. They are grills that look like a green egg, and they are a combination of grill and smoker. Brother Ganschow put his pork in and let it sit for twenty four hours. it was pretty good, so I think maybe you should check these things out. Apparently, Bishop Radant got one, invited everyone in the ward to a barbeque, and now they all have them. Dinner was actually pleasant and peaceful with the Ganschow's this time, but after the meal, Brother Ganschow ran to his fridge as we were walking out the door and came back with the bottle of Dave's insanity sauce. He told me I earned it. Now I guess I need some good chili recipes or something.
Earlier that day though, something pretty crazy happened. Elder Bodily and Youngstrom were going out of the zone to go to the baptism of someone Elder Bodily taught, so Elder Leatherwood and I decided to take the bikes out and ride to a members house to visit. The member was twelve miles away so it was a bit of a ride.
We got there okay, though, and had a lovely family lesson with them. As we were leaving, I had a late start down the street, and Elder Leatherwood was down the street when a car flagged him down. It was at this moment that I heard a woman's voice loud and clear, call out behind me, "Elder Peck! Your tag fell off!" My hand immediately flew to my pocket, where all my books and my tag were supposed to be, but were not. I then looked behind me, all in about the space of a second, and there was no one there. Not a soul anywhere down the road. Elder Leatherwood waved goodbye to the car, and then rode back to me to ask what had happened. I was a little stunned, and took a second to respond, but we retraced our steps. We had just checked in at the family we had left, when I remembered that I had forgotten to put my tag and books in my pocket when I had changed shirts that morning. Feeling a little silly, we then headed to the location that the random car had given Elder Leatherwood. We ran into a very nice seventy year old Muslim man on the street who gave us his philosophy on Christ and the contention in the world today. We talked with him a bit, and it was really cool to hear how he thought of the religious contentions he thought everyone was taking far too seriously and that we shouldn't fight and we should be a God-fearing and loving people in his thick Indian accent. We shared a scripture with him and a card that he was a little skeptical about taking and waved goodbye. We then knocked on a wrong door, found the right car and house, and were walking up the stoop, (Elder Leatherwood told me the people in the car were laughing and probably not serious about the whole deal, but we were going to check anyway) and we were walking up the stoop when an Amazon delivery truck drove up behind us and honked. We looked over, but continued up the stoop and knocked on the door. It opened a crack, still chained, and a man peeked out at us. We asked if he would like to hear a message, and he told us no, the wife was sleeping, but could he offer us anything to drink? I said I was fine, but Elder Leatherwood asked for a cup of water. The man replied he had no water, but some iced tea. We declined and asked if we could leave him with a Book of Mormon. He, still peeking around his door, said no, no one in this house reads. We were now getting the smell of something burning inside the house. We awkwardly said goodbye and walked back down the stoop. The Amazon delivery truck was still there. The dude inside rolled down his window, and I prepared for an insult he had patiently prepared for us. Riding down the highway on our bikes we heard plenty from passing cars. He called out
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