Something funny happened yesterday. I learned that the Elders have their own original language. We have pictures on the bulletin board in the office of those Elders and Sisters serving in the mission. Each month when new missionaries come in a picture is taken of them. Then each month, the pictures of the missionaries who just went home are taken down. The top row of this bulletin board is lovingly referred to as "being on death row". Once a missionary has gone home, the missionaries refer to them as having just died.
Another thing they say, when one missionary trains another, they refer to them as a family member, such as, this is "my son" Elder so and so, refering to the fact that they have just trained that missionary. Well, yesterday, Sister Langford was out of the office. I was sitting at the desk when a few Elders came in, stopped at the desk and asked who I was. I shared my name. One of the Elders said, "Oh, are you Sister Langford's daughter? I stopped and thought for a moment, "I must look much younger than Sister Langford." Then I stopped for another moment and then replied, "Yes, she is training me," and realized the comment had nothing to do with my age.
Dick had a great experience at the Mexican consulate. He remarked to me that while there he stood back and looked at the Elders and thought what a great looking bunch of men he was with.
There are neat people all around us and we are feeling fortunate for having this new call.
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