Moving a House & Beach Fun:
Monday morning, April 27, we went to an appointment in Naduna to try to help Lucy Bulewa in her quest to get a better job. (She returned from her mission a year and a half ago and tried for a Returned Missionary Scholarship, but was not approved. They never told her why, and she was brokenhearted. She paid for her own schooling in business administration and is now working in a night club. She is criticized terribly for working there, and she is now less active.) Lucy was nowhere around. We visited with her mother while we waited for her.
Monday morning, April 27, we went to an appointment in Naduna to try to help Lucy Bulewa in her quest to get a better job. (She returned from her mission a year and a half ago and tried for a Returned Missionary Scholarship, but was not approved. They never told her why, and she was brokenhearted. She paid for her own schooling in business administration and is now working in a night club. She is criticized terribly for working there, and she is now less active.) Lucy was nowhere around. We visited with her mother while we waited for her.
They live in a little
tin shack just off the highway with a small stream in the back yard with little
waterfalls. The children fish and swim in the little pool, and the neighbors
come there to do all their washing. This particular day, a few neighbors came
one at a time with food and took it back towards the kitchen. Sister Bulewa
mentioned that two 18 wheelers had overturned on the highway, and the last
truck had come very close to hitting the house. They were going to move the
little house further up on the hill for safety. We stayed for 45 minutes, but
Lucy didn’t come. We were just about to leave when Sister Bulewa again
mentioned they were going to move the house.
“When are you moving
the house?” we asked, thinking it would be far in the future.
“Right after we eat.”
We told her we would
be back after 3 PM to help. It gets dark at 6 PM.
We probably shouldn’t
have offered because we had plans for the day to take the Sisters and meet the
Elders for a special P Day at the beach. We called the Elders to let them know
we needed to go to the beach earlier than planned and return earlier so we
could help the Bulewas move. Then we called the Sisters to see if they could go
early. They were ready. We treated the Sisters to an early lunch at the Chinese
Restaurant. (Yes! Our very favorite place - $2.25 each if we share a plate.
They treat us like VIPs and give us huge portions to share. We can't afford to
buy food in the store, but we can afford to go out and eat.)
Instead of their
writing emails at the Internet Café, as they do every week, we let
them write emails on the beach using our two laptops and our portable
Internet hot spot. They sat comfortably on the shady grass by the the beautiful blue ocean, and wrote to their families. They loved
it. Then they climbed trees and walked and talked together on the beach.
When they returned, we
had our big sling shot out to shoot rocks into the ocean. I bet those fish
didn’t know what hit them!
Sister Eneri writing email |
Sister Kora writing email |
Kora & Eneri climbing palm trees |
Raju slinging rocks. Palelei & Rex holding it up |
Our district leaders throwing a rugby ball that later got stuck up in a palm tree. Someone will be surprised when that falls down on their head, but they will be happy it's not a coconut! |
Rex played catch with
them using the Ultimate Frizbee. Of all the things they could do at the
beach, they sat on the grass, and said, “Elder Woodward, tell us some
stories.” Everyone here loves Elder Woodward’s stories and jokes, and the
sisters are his biggest fans. He started out with jokes. They laughed and
laughed. Then he got into the Spartans and Greeks, and that took the rest of
the time until the Elders arrived. They actually didn't show up until
it was time for us to leave. We let the girls play with them for 45
minutes and then we took them home and rushed to help the Bulewas.
The house was only 11
x 22 feet not counting a small kitchen off to the back and an outhouse tucked
back in the trees. One good thing about having a house made of poles,
surrounded by tin is that it can be dismantled and moved, much like a big tent.
The floor was just dirt leveled and covered with tarps and rugs. Monday turned
out to be the day to prepare the new spot and put new poles in to support the
tin. Bulewa’s son Billy had come from Savusavu to help. He is strong, and
he is a worker! The branch president and his family and Naduna’s 2nd counselor
also were there to help the whole time. They are amazingly strong and
hardworking, also!
Rex holding a huge bamboo pole they just cut down to hold the tin on Bulewa's new roof. |
Look past the pond toward the top of the hill, and you will see them carrying up the bamboo poles. |
When we got there
Tuesday morning, the Branch President was slinging a knife in what seemed reckless
abandon, but it was actually expertise as he chopped down cassava and pulled up
the roots. (They use them as we use potatoes.) In doing so, he made a six
foot wide friendly path up the hill to where the new house would sit.
Rex went with Billy
and Oscar to where they found and cut tall dead bamboo and carried the long
poles back. These they used for the roof supports. They had already dug the
holes on the hill to put other poles for uprights. They were also digging a
foot and a half deep trench around the house for draining away the water, throwing
the clods into the center to level for the floor. Our job was to break up the
clay-like clods. That was easier said than done. The big ones were hard to cut apart,
and even the little ones would not mash. We had to cut them apart into tiny
pieces. I worked hard with a shovel about 45 minutes when I had to take a break
and get a drink. Sweat was streaming down my face. I couldn’t wipe it away fast
enough. All of a sudden, I didn’t feel very well. I asked Rex to take me home
so he could help without worrying about me. I slept for a while and felt
better. I worked at home while Rex worked all day long in the hot sun. I was
praying hard that he would be okay. It was the longest we had been apart on the
whole mission. It was crazy, but I really missed him. It just didn’t seem right
being without him. I was praying hard that he would be okay.
Rex came home in the
late afternoon. He was filthy, but looked happy and excited. He had left a few
things so he took me back up there. The house was already set up on the hill,
and we helped carry more of the odds and ends up the hill to move in. They were
so thankful for all the help, and they assured us they could finish the next
day.
Without the house
sitting by the river, it was just a huge level clearing. I told them it
looked like a great place to have a party! I could just see our family setting
up tents, building a fire, and putting watermelon in the river!
I am so proud of Rex
for all his service! He’s a good one!
Have a great day
everyone!
Love you!
Poles Ready to hold up the tin.
Making drain and dirt for floor.
Betty coming up trail from where house still stands. |
New Home Up the Hill |
Below is waterfall in old back yard.
Below is a caravan of family and friends carrying tin up the hill.
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