Rancho Sierra Vista

Today we studied and walked two miles, to the post office, to see if our key worked yet and it doesn’t.  We came home cleaned up and I put together  funeral potatoes for the senior activity we were to attend  in Ganado this evening. 

Jack read from a text book furnished to  us by one of the school teachers that had taught Navajo history.  He is finding it very interesting.  The Navajos have been sold a bill of goods for a very long time. 

The senior sister missionaries, nurses, wanted to leave really early and so we got to Ganado hours before we needed to be there.  Dad set up the tables and helped sister Harris decorate.  I wandered around listening to everybody tales of wo. 

Ganado is where the historical Hubble trading post is located.  We had Indians hocking their goods for the first hour.  They had a captive audience.  I bought a beaded necklace that probably cost to much, but I don’t dicker.  We had a nice pot luck dinner and everyone was asked to write an  unknown something about themselves that they wouldn’t be to embarrassed to admit too.   These little events in each of our lives were then passed out and we each read what was on the paper and then tried to guess who it belonged to.  I don’t think we have ever laughed so hard about anything in my life.  We enjoyed the association with the other senior missionaries and the time spent getting to know each other better  was great.

The Eagans put a gift bag in our car filled with neat little things, to say thank you for dad working on their car.  What a surprise, we certainly didn’t expect.   We didn’t find out who had done it til we got home and read their card.