Letter #44

Everybody is leaving me. I'm gonna be all alone, a lost kid in the supermarket. JK, we chill here.

Elder Amorim is leaving, Thursday. We'll meet up with everybody at the temple on Thursday to make the transfers happen, and also to send of Brucie Hill, beloved Canadaian (idk if those words go well together #USA) and mission president.

But, at least they're getting replaced. Pres. Marsh and mystery companion will both arrive this week.
Just a lot of preparing for that.

President Hill chose to spend his last week in the farthest, darkest area of his mission.
In other words, got to see him on Sunday, so that was nice.
Sister Hill brought some brownies, white chocolate, dark chocolate, coconut, nutella.
Diabetes in a pan, I like to call them.

And the only other news is that, because of the transfers and the reduced money, we've been eating rice every night, scraping together coins on the street to pay for the ticket.
It's funny, every time one of us sees a coin on the road, it's a stop and run and pick it up and get back.

Other things, My boys from Belgium #representing
FIFA fandom with my asians is becoming useful knowledge down here.
And another weak week.
Next week, all the exciting things will hapen though, so get ready.

Love,

Elder Whiter than White

With All My Love

Dear Elder Schenewark,

Hopefully we’ll all hear more from you this week. Even Aunt Janel commented on your sparse words from last week. At work, the large in the air TV stays on FOX for their news, except this week it was soccer that was broadcasting. I’ve seen all kinds of fancy soccer moves, and you have to know you were on my mind maybe more than usual. You’re my soccer boy. This is Cooper eating last week's  carrot cake birthday deliciousness.

Aunt Janel, Luke and Annaliese surprised Dad on Friday evening for his birthday. They pulled in before 9 p.m. and we stayed up until midnight playing PSYCH and WIKI. So much fun! Your twin is a hard man to beat. He got up early in the morning and went with Sawyer to play pick-up basketball at the Y after almost a year off. He even called Gammons and got him to go as well. They both came home beat. Luke wanted to visit the Dinosaur State Park in Glen Rose, so we went, perhaps a little later than we should have left, but it was still fun. Just really hot. The boys had fun trying to catch fish in the net Luke brought, and the girls hunted for fossils. We’re so grateful to have family close enough to enjoy time together.

Uncle Roger with his new stake president and presidency, of the Springfield, MA stake.

We spent the remainder of the day getting everybody packed to go to Boston. They will be leaving Monday after two orthodontic appointments at 7 a.m., and perhaps after a trip to Stephenville. That remains to be seen. I’ll fly out Wednesday right after work, and will meet Tanner and crew in the airport. We’ll be missing you. And I am SO excited to see Norah!

I got you back on Uncle Aaron’s email list – he’s no longer mailing letters out. And I’m not sure if you’ve been getting Uncle Rich’s? But Trevor was called to El Salvador, reporting to the Guatemala MTC for six weeks September 18th. Just wow.

Sarah Whitcomb was pulled out of Nicaragua, like Megan, and moved to Haiti.

Hunter showing off his new, hand-me-down cowboy boots. Can we say he's now a true Texan?

Hunter has been at his conference all week. He’s called a few times, ready to come home. He said he was more homesick now than when he was on his mission, and wondered why. He also was in a row boat when he was making the call. Without his life preserver! We had plenty to talk about. He flies out today to Boston, ready to end his woodsy week in Washington.

Cooper’s had a quiet week. He saw the new Jurassic Park movie, as well as the new Incredibles. He drew, played LEGOs, and chilled on his king size bed. Yesterday he drove his tractor around and mowed our lawn for the first time. He was sore, but he persevered.

Sawyer’s thumb is still healing. He’s had some random nerve pain throughout the week, lessening of numb spots, and a basketball shot that is returning to glory.

Miller is the force behind everybody else being busy. He plays games at tables, on the floor, in the air. He is always on the go, until he convinces Dad to use his iPad at the end of the day for a baseball game.

Dad and Sawyer have been out fishing at least once if not more. Sawyer still holds the crown for King of Bass catching at our house. Dad got a trolling motor for Father’s Day / Birthday, so they’re excited to go out in the boat when we’re back.

We love you. Be safe. Be diligent.

Glen Rose Dinosaur Valley State Park

Bad Bass Boy

College Correspondent - Rapid Fire

Tomorrow I leave for Seattle. I am not packed, and have a bunch of things to take care of before then. So, rapid fire it is today.

-Dad, Cooper, Sawyer, Miller all went on a scout trip. They went to the Guadeloupe Mountains and to Carlsbad. The big news was Cooper having emergency surgery to remove his appendix. He's doing well now, and they returned on Thursday night. He was funny with an appendix, and funnier without one. Go figure.

-I stayed with Mom and Breyer. First time in my life I've been outnumbered. Monday and Tuesday I spent 11 hours stacking and splitting wood. 7 cords. I enjoyed the work, and the solitary endeavor it was; however, allergies have been waging a horrendous battle since. I don't recall ever having them as bad as now. The work was done for the Barton's. I enjoyed becoming acquainted with Mr. Barton. Every other word he speaks is "man" and is very easy-going and friendly.

-On Friday, I took Sawyer and Miller to Tyler to see our cousins. The ride took 3.5 hours because of traffic, and despite no AC, we bonded and enjoyed every second. Many memories made. Once there, no time was wasted, and it was a fantastic trip. I hate to record it, but Aunt Janel thoroughly whooped me in Ping-pong. The first few games were massacres, after which I lost twice in overtime, and finally, mercifully, pulled out a win in the last. We played lots of board games as well, and Saturday morning I went with Anna and Aunt Janel to pick blueberries. Together we picked just under 15 pounds. Evan is planning a trip to Utah, which I am excited for.

-Today in church, I went for the grand slam. Blessing the sacrament, talking in sacrament, teaching elders quorum, and playing the organ (for priesthood). I am thankful for the opportunities I've had to serve here and have loved being part of this ward. I'll miss it.

-Finally, a quick thought from the stripling warriors. I've focused so much on the outcome and their spiritual preparation and being taught by their mothers, that only recently while reading did I notice a very profound verse, in Alma 56:39-40.

It says that while being pursued, they turned neither to the right or left. They were completely dedicated and focused. I know personally, it is easy to become distracted, to lose sight of the end goal, to feel like we do not have enough time to accomplish everything, or to not give 100% 100% of the time. However, the Stripling Warriors did, and it is because of that intense effort that miracles resulted. Don't stray to the left or right, but concentrate on that which is most important and in seemingly impossible times, all will be well, and the Lord will work miracles in your life as well.

Letter #43

World cup has taken over Brasil, and that's pretty much our week.
We get yelled at for trying to walk on the streets instead of being inside watching the games,
AND turns out, there's this cool feature on my companions camera.
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And that's about my week.

Cool green picture, nobody in the streets, and life is good.

Sorry Mom about the letter, next week we come back stronger.

Love,

Elder Verdão
#GoBelgium

With All My Love

Elder Schenewark,

To say "It was one of the worst days of my lives," may pop out occasionally over the tenure of our life, but to truly feel it was awful. Jarrod took Cooper, Sawyer and Miller to the Guadalupe Mountains, with the scout troop, and we knew they'd be miserable just because of the extremely unusually high temperatures we're experiencing this year. The base camp was set up Monday afternoon, and Tuesday morning they all left for overnight hike, going up 2000 feet, except Jarrod and Miller. They watched over the base camp, and Miller was able to do the Junior Ranger program at the Guadalupe Mountains National Park and at Carlsbad Caverns National Park. The boys came back to the base camp sometime Wednesday, and Cooper was in pain. He threw up everything, including from the night before, around lunchtime.  Later, when asked if he needed to go to the hospital, he said yes. He was so matter of fact, and stoic, I think your father thought it would be dehydration, constipation...worse thoughts were bowel obstruction and appendicitis. It was an appendix that was inflamed and needed to come out. The doctor said it would not have made it through the night without rupturing. He was wheeled into surgery by 8 p.m., out by 10, with no rupture, no extended stay, no complications.

His troop picked him up, after packing up base camp, around 1:30 p.m. Thursday afternoon, ensuring Cooper would get a speedy check out with all his sweaty, smelly compadres camped around his bed.  Cooper was allowed to leave if they promised to stop every hour on the way home so he could get up and walk. Your family arrived home by about 9 p.m. Cooper left when he was 17, turned 18, and signed himself into the hospital. His best and first decision he made as a legal adult was to know he needed to go to the hospital. I'm grateful he's alive.

Hunter took Sawyer and Miller up to Tyler the next morning. He wanted to visit with Evan and Luke especially. They played lots of games, and spent time talking about future plans in the lovely swimming pool.

Hunter and I bonded over changing a flat tire on the Prius. Good times in 100 degrees, with no knowledge or experience between us, and the lug nuts tight as torque. We got'er done.

With Cooper home, we celebrated his birthday yesterday. Your sister Breyer had us all in smiles. She gave him a coupon for "One Free Lay On My Bed." Breyer has a nice view out her window, and it is often a coveted reading spot. She also gave him a mermaid painting she made. He requested a carrot cake. It was yummy. I also made Hunter three kinds of cookies for his class...my feet are barking from spending all of Saturday in the kitchen.

Hunter had double duty today giving a talk in sacrament meeting, as well as teaching the Elder Quorum lesson. He did a fantastic job on his talk, and I heard wonderful things about his lesson. He spoke on the attributes of a father, and used Elder Tuttle as an example. President Hinckley publicly asked for prayers on his behalf, with President Benson's support, and said that some might question faith when Elder Tuttle passed away, because prayers went unanswered. But then Hunter shared an account of Elder Tuttle shared by President Packard. He said Elder Tuttle shared that when he heard of the petition of prayers on his behalf, he asked the Lord to withhold his blessings from those prayers, and extend them to others who needed them more. He said this is an attribute of a father, one who is willing to give of his blessings to others, even if it makes him more flawed.

I appreciated his example, as you too have told me of your desire to forgo all your mission blessings for another. I love you. I love your example, and sweet spirit. We miss you dearly. I want you to know how much, not to make you homesick but know that the home fires are always lit for you and your cause.

Love,

Mom


Dear Porter,

I hope you have had a good week. What have you done for service? When was the last time you saw your mission president? Does he go home this week? How is your Bishop?

I leave with your brothers Cooper, Sawyer, Miller and Sister Breyer to head to Massachusetts. I would hope in an upcoming summer that we may be able to stay in New England (preferably in New Hampshire) for a good part of the summer. Those were good summers to be up there and I do find that Aunt Becky’s town to be pretty peaceful.

I look forward to seeing the rest of your Aunts and Uncles and your Grandparents. Plus we will see Tanner, Ann Marie, and Nora; in addition it will be good to see Hunter. We have missed him this week. We will and do miss you.

I did lose four pounds for the week I was at the young men’s campout. I am looking to make good progress this week. I will look not to have any soda on the trip and try to eat a fruit and vegetable at each meal.

We saw Luke this week. He said you get to make a podcast. It is good to see Luke. Have you asked him to visit with missionaries? Has he conveyed any interest in the church? Evan is thinking of going to visit Tanner at BYU and look at the law school. That would be an interesting development.

I saw Mom posted a picture of Hunter and his new cowboy boots, which he got from Brother Gammons. He wore them with a suit at his conference and that seemed to make quite the impression. Plus the boots are high quality made in Texas from a boot maker who has been in business since the 1880’s. We will have to see if he wears them at church in Sunday.

I think we are going to a minor league baseball game in Massachusetts on Friday. It will be law enforcement appreciation night and they will be giving out a bobblehead. That would be nice to add to the collection. I have received four bobbleheads in the last four months.

I look forward to your letter. Be safe.

Love,

Dad

Guadalupe Mountains National Park - and Leaving an Appendix Behind

Glacier National Park - Montanner and His Girls

College Correspondent - Holy Mackerel!

This week has been a little fishy.

As mentioned, Sawyer's prize fish ended up in the trashcan. Monday morning the stink was noticeable and we couldn't but laugh as trash is picked up on Friday. By Tuesday, no one was laughing, as anyone within a nuclear blast radius of our house could smell the fish. Needless to say, despite Dad dumping five pounds of baking soda in the trashcan, we were all thankful (and empathetic) to see the garbage workers come and pick it up.

Last week, on our way to the YMCA, I noticed a hiring sign at Farmer's Insurance. Monday morning I ran over there, and after being intercepted by the receptionist, I dropped my resume off with her. One hour later, I was surprised by a phone call from the head honcho there who wanted to interview me ASAP. That made me hopeful, and I returned with heady dreams and ambitions. Lets be honest, their commercials are funny, and that's half the prestige of working for someone else. Unfortunately, el jefe had only seen the first item on my CV (working for GPS Capital Markets) and was way excited to meet me. After finding out I wasn't graduated, and would be leaving town shortly, not so much. Thus, I left unemployed once more. I'm getting comfortable with these interviews and nailing them. Going in, I knew the history of the company, and all the pertinent statistics. He was impressed, but there is no way to waive the accreditation and certifications necessary to sell insurance, and that is what they were hiring for.

Back to the fish saga. Breyer played a game on repeatedly this week. As soon as anyone would walk outside, she would astutely run to the door and lock it, and laugh hysterically at our plight as we were stuck outside with the decomposing fish. Eventually, her mercy always let us back in.

We finally finished planting the garden, and brought the Aiello's rototiller over. When we got there, he was busy picking up wild plum seeds that had been digested by a fox. Apparently, for the seeds to grow, they must be passed by an animal. Cool stuff, but I'll pass on the handshake. We're pretty good friends though.

I have ended my letter reading. What is most interesting is to see how my relatives faced their early twenties. I made it to 1997, and ended with Uncle Ben dating Aunt Joy, and Uncle Aaron marrying Aunt Rachael. However, one of the most interesting stories was reading about Reed and Rob Nixon's accident that left them paralyzed. It was incredible to see in depth the outpouring of the  church and community as large. To read about Pres. Hinckley's blessing and see how they were prayed for the world over. Earlier in the week, I played Monopoly with Miller and Breyer. They didn't know this, but our game (a baseball themed version) was gifted to Tanner and I by Reed some 10-12 years ago. I missed his funeral as I was in Brazil, and I distinctly regret having scheduled a time to visit him in 2015 before leaving and then being unable to make it work. I am truly thankful to have known him, to have associated with him, and to have seen his optimism and faith in the midst of some incredible trials. Above all else, I'll remember his purposefulness. While being a quadriplegic, he  didn't let that stop him. He earned a college degree, worked, and simply lived. Despite his countless problems, he served. He cared. He loved. May we all be more like Reed Nixon.

Letter #42

The camera pans over a rolling favela, in the hills of Minas Gerais, Brasil. Smoke can be seen, rising from the middle of the poor neighborhood. The camera zooms, dramatic music begins to play in the background, softly at first, but increasingly louder.....

Drama

Suspense

Action

Burning buses light cities all over Brasil, riots fueled by the truck driver strike and political action crime groups. But this bus, this is the first.
And where was it at? Where is it now?

Well, it was right out my window, I have no freaking idea why anyone would choose Itajubá, Minas Gerais to start a protest, but hey, I don't question, I just grab the marshmellows and teach the Brazilians, what is a smore?

"You're killing me Smalls! These are s'more's stuff! Ok, pay attention. First you take the graham, you stick the chocolate on the graham. Then you roast the 'mallow. When the 'mallows flaming... you stick it on the chocolate. Then cover with the other end. Then you scarf. Kind of messy, but good! Try some!"

So that was fun.
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Just some TV pictures, okay, I was smart and stayed under my bed crying the whole night.

Other cool things, I grabbed the bull by the horns this week, in two senses.

The first, look at this cool bull statue that I found
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I couldn't reach the horns, so I had to settle for the... let's leave that for another anatomically correct statue conversation.

Also, new orders from the big man. Tear this branch to shreds and build from the ashes. So that's where we're at in my life. Bulls, Buses, and Beer Bellies in the streets, oh my.
#Brazil

But, until next week, stay strong, cheer Boston, and don't drive like my brother. (told you I'd get it in).

Love,



Elder in the red dress

P.S. nobody got that, just let it go

With All My Love

Good morning Elder Schenewark!

We miss you. Every day we pray for you. Your humor joins us at unexpected moments. Your love for your sister echoes with her confidence in herself and her place in the family. Your efforts to always be the best you can be exists as your brothers still compete to be the best they can be as well.
Your family has done well in remembering last week’s challenges from the prophet, especially to pray for those lands that have yet to hear the gospel.

I found some planters in a neighbor’s trash pile. Cooper helped by spray painting and sealing them, and I transplanted the flowers Sawyer was unable to sell for All Star baseball, that we had to purchase. Cooper is still working on the stone benches for the fire pit. Hunter helped clean up the stones in the yard, as well as continues to tend his garden. We might have to push it towards the house farther next time, as the back end is much drier.

Your father and three younger brothers leave in the morning for a week of high adventure and scouts. They’re driving to the Guadalupe Mountains for a hike, and I know Carlsbad Cavern is on their agenda. Other than that, not much else is known, and your father is going crazy. Miller might be dragging his feet a bit, Cooper has been packed for a few months, your father still is not packed, and Sawyer forgot his contacts until I reminded him, but they’ll all have a grand adventure. Your father is worried about his on line class that starts Monday, church business, and getting ready for his tenure evaluation in the fall. But he’s always put you boys first.

Hunter will hold down the fort with Breyer, and when he has small jobs pop up, we have Sis. Dewey scheduled to take Breyer out on their own adventures. Work adventures this week included a rabid possum on the freeway, blocking one lane of traffic. And the pigs that busted out of their truck enroute to the market – dropping off onto the highway while the truck kept on driving. Lots of squealing, hiding, running, and bacon jokes all day long.

Hunter has been reading all of my boxed letters from high school through college through his birth. These are letters from all my family members to all family members - such a treasure trove of family history and forgotten facts. He shares his daily finds with us around the table, and with others over the phone. I’ve had a wonderful life.

Tanner and AnneMarie are headed to Montana for AnneMarie’s side of the family summer vacation. Of course Nora is going. They were kind enough to Facetime before they left – Nora is such a joy.

Friday we took Sawyer in to get his stitches out early. He missed the ten day requirement by three days, and it was obvious when he left bleeding and glued with steri-strips. Hopefully he’ll have no issues with infection while he’s gone, and as he is just finishing up his antibiotics.

Saturday was the annual fish fry, changed from adult evening to ward party. Can’t say your brothers wanted to go and eat fish, especially since it was also Bentwater’s annual BBQ, but I made some pasta salad and went. Dad and Cooper had to go to a dance, as Cooper has a stake youth committee meeting he goes to, so it was good we went and represented. Hunter is already well loved, as he socializes so well. We had spent the afternoon outside at the Y swimming, so we were all ready for bed when he came home, having just enough energy left to stop by Bentwater’s club house and pick up the last two brisket burritos and mini Blue Bell ice cream cups.

That's the news that's fit to print. Your cousin Meg was pulled out of Nicaragua and is now in the Dallas Texas mission. Look out for a secret, clandestine dinner one day on the way home from work. Won't that be fun!

Know of our love for you. Please send me the mission address so I can get your stuff back to Brazil.

Love,

Mom

P.S. Did you get Aunt Janel's box?

Letter #41

   
The Strikiest Strike - THE STRIKE CONTINUES
To be honest, it ended but restarted as an organized strike with a third party intervening and stuff like that. The gas station in front of our apartment was one of the only ones to receive gas during the one day break.

WHICH Led to little street riots and fights when people were rushing to get gas or prevent people from getting gas.

ENTER the army
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So, we had a little house party while things cooled down, ate some new fruits that no one likes because everybody stocked up on food​ ​and did a whole lot of walking while the city transit was shut down.

And that's how it goes, eat weird stuff, avoid riots, and still get some work in.

During the house party, I had a really weird question enter my head. -What happened to Lazarus after he was resurrected? Just a random thought that came to me, so I went looking. I found the answer in John 12:9-11. "Much people of the Jews therefore knew that he was there: and they came not for Jesus’ sake only, but that they might see Lazarus also, whom he had raised from the dead. But the chief priests consulted that they might put Lazarus also to death;  Because that by reason of him many of the Jews went away, and believed on Jesus."

So, what did he do? He became a living testimony of the Christ. So powerful was his testimony that he was number two on the Chief Priest's most wanted list. That's a pretty good way to live, a witness to the power and authority of God on the Earth. SO POWERFUL, that he was second only to Jesus.

That's the kind of testimony that is needed today, a testimony that even with all the troubles and problems in the world, even with the strikes and the riots and the day to day difficulties, a testimony that testifies of the Christ. I know that miracles still exist because I've seen them in my life, and I hope to be able to continue seeing them.

Let's see if the government will lower gas prices or not!!!!

Love,



Elder Larry the Truck Driver

With All My Love

Dear Elder Schenewark,

Monday was Memorial Day. In preparation, your father worked on the items he had purchased for Mother's Day, to make me my own flag pole. I love flags, flying flags, the way I feel when my flag is flying. It was a perfect present for me. He had to stain the wide wood closet rod he purchased, and the end cap. His plan was to put it in a piece of PVC plastic pipe, which would remain in the ground in a spot of my choosing. He realized days later we have a heavy marble umbrella stand, on wheels, that would fit as well, and my flag flew for the first time Monday. Finding delight in the simple, little things of life makes me happy. When I got off work we went to Granbury's Field of Flags. We lingered a small moment, and visited your Sonic for half price shakes. You are always in our thoughts.

I was so excited for you to be able to listen to Elder Cook and to receive your letter stating otherwise made me sad. Hopefully with our technologically advanced world you were able to join them in some way? Your brother Hunter watches travel videos of Brazil, learning about the areas you're in.

Here I was cozying up to Miss B, in my bed this morning, about to get up and get ready for church, when I was called into work. So sad.  I treasure my time at home. This week was wonderful. Hunter and Dad bought seeds and a few starter plants, and got the garden in. Hunter’s been doing a lot of research for us to determine when to plant each kind of plant. Such as, tomatoes drop their flowers once the temperature is above 90 degrees. We’re there, so no tomatoes until the fall. But the dirt remains moist. Hunter told me that since we’ve been swimming at the YMCA, and there are fewer showers, the soil is not as moist as before; hence, our experiment to see if we can grow a garden with our discarded water.

Speaking of weather, we’re unusually warm. We skipped right over the 80’s, and leaped into the high 90’s, two months quicker than normal. All my outdoor spring gardening plans and home repairs are shot except for working quickly for a bit in the mornings.

Cooper worked diligently on your knife. He’s also making his tennis coach one, for when he goes hunting, and has Hunter’s in the design stages. I’m thinking Tanner will be jumping on the list soon. He has marked out two more bench areas, around the fire pit. Once those are done, and Hunter uses what stone he needs for the garden, we’ll put a few behind the playhouse until we need them.
One day this week Hunter had everybody in the garage, cleaning, before they could go to the Y. Hunter also drove with me into work so he could go to the temple, and figure out how Uber might work in the city. He’ll be back.

Sawyer’s spent a good bit of time repairing an old metal pontoon style boat given to us by Gammons. He wanted to test its sea worthiness, and convinced Dad to get the boat loaded on top of the 4 Runner, and take it down to the marina. It is. Now he’s doing research on an outboard motor. They have a great time together fishing. And he’s still good at it. So good in fact that Friday evening he caught an almost seven pound bass, so excited to show your father, he unfocused for a moment, and got one hook of a treble lure stuck in his thumb. They quickly unhooked the fish, and bringing the fish home, attempted to cut the end of the hook off to slid it all the way through. Unfortunately , treble hooks’ length is much shorter than a single hook, and when the metal was snipped, the end slipped all the way inside his thumb. We hoped that living on a lake community would make our emergency room visit less painful, and it was. We were chastised for snipping the hook, which is an ER no-no, and after numbing Sawyer’s thumb, the doctor was unsuccessful in pushing out the hook. So he cut it out, letting it bleed a lot, due to the uncleanliness of the wound, and only put in two stitches, to allow it to continue draining.

And Sawyer got up in the morning, and went to his last two games of the short All Star season. He was willing to play first base, and often was standing there with his arm bent and his thumb up in the air. He made the first play of the game, not thinking he’d be contributing a whole lot, running and sliding to his knees on a foul ball catch past the dugout. He struck out four times though, which was hard for him, after hitting one to center field on a catch out. We left his shirt with the coach for their Sunday games.

Your cousin Evan let everybody know yesterday that he was receiving a medical discharge from the Army. He’s so sad to be losing this lifelong dream. He’s planning on studying to take the LSAT in the fall, and hopefully join Tanner in his own law school endeavors shortly.

Your package came back due to “Moved”. We were so sad. Your face medicine was in there. I’m not sure why, or what was wrong with the address. Did you know? Did you send it back? Were they making you pay loads of taxes? I’m contemplating sending your medicine in a small box, and then filling a large box again with goodies. Are you able to verify the address I should be using?

We listened to President Nelson tonight. What a wonderful man. Loved the tree story shared by his wife, and his challenges to the youth. You. Hopefully you were able to listen. Know of our continuous love and prayers on your behalf.

Love, Mom

Dear Porter,

We are missing you at home but now I want to tell you some of my stories. 6/3/18 I pranked Miller and Sawyer by them spelling puppy and they said  P.U! they said.I only had 1 story to share .But now I am go tell about my summer. Let's get started.I now that we,ll go to Bosten. That's all I now right now.I,d would like to see you Porter and I miss you  to and love you to.I hope you do well .I love you.To Porter Young  Schenewark
       From Breyer Jane Schenewark                SISTER and BROTHER

Bad Bass Boy Boo Boo