May 6

The kids and Daddy in front of our house with one of the sisters from our branch. I can't remember her name but she was extremely kind and friendly to us.

I remember the sister with us at the gate. She was the primary president after Ana Granados left on her mission. She was really close to the little girls, I think she may have been their Primary teacher, also. I can’t seem to remember her name either.
Maggie




A family from our Branch.

Elizabeth's class. Elizabeth is on the second row from back, second from right.


This is the front yard of the kids' school. You can see Daddy in the brown pants and Mary's in the foreground with the sister from our branch.


I think the picture of our school is actually from the 'patio' between two identical buildings. I think Liz was in one building, Mark and I were in the other (I don't remember where Maggie's class was). Jacob

Something I have always thought was interesting about the way that the schools were run there (and in Argentina, also) was that the teachers would move around to the different classrooms and the students would stay where they were. I remember that the math that they focused on in fourth grade was long division. We had to do problems like 1978689769766 divided by 8975. We would get assigned a problem right at the end of the morning session and would not be able to go home until we had figured it out. This was later on in the year when we were more confident and could walk home alone. Anyway, I came back to Spring City and got in trouble because I had not memorized the multiplication tables. Another thing was that the Spanish style of cursive writing was much loopier than the American style, and I picked up the loops so I could pass of the handwriting assignments and then had them drummed out of me for the next eight years.

I had my classes in the same building as the boys. Elizabeth was across the way. We would play out in the patio for recess. I remember the first day of school I still had the scab on my face from being hit by the car and during the recess we were playing under the pillars over in Elizabeth’s building and the kids in my class kept pointing to my face and getting really excited, but I could not understand what they were saying. Finally I touched my face and they had been telling me that the big scab next to my eye had fallen off. I remember we used to dare each other to run all the way around Elizabeth’s building and come out the other side, and that the older grade boyfriend/girlfriends would hide back there.
Maggie



Someone's class at school. I don't know whose.

The picture of the classroom is my class. I sat to the left and just behind where the picture ends. We had to sit boy with boy and girl with girl, and then the desks would be separated by a set of boys sitting in front of a set of girls and so on. I guess they figured this would cut down on talking in class.

Maggie


Either Elder Lloyd or Elder Roundy throwing lunch meat from the Atalaya. Elder Roundy was from Logan and he spent one night at our house because Daddy had to be his companion after Elder Lloyd was transfered. He stayed up a lot later than he should have talking to me and Mark and telling us stories about skiing and taking pictures, which were his two passions. He was in Grandma's stake but not in her ward. I think, if I remember correctly, he would have lived in what is now Jacob and Kara's ward. We were so totally addicted to this first group of missionaries because they spoke English with us. Jenny

I recall that we were so attached to the fist few sets of missionaries that Maggie wrote a song about it. 'sing a song of six missionaries M-I-S-S-I-O-N-A-R-Y-S missionaries sing...sing...' for which she was mercilessly teased. Jacob

Right- she had written the words out for a song "Sing a song of six missionaries, Elder Lloyd Elder Roundy Elder......Elder......Sister......and Sister...... So you see, there can be M-I-S-S-A-N-A-R-Y-S missionaries" and then she had written "sing sing" in parentheses and we found it and asked her how the melody went and she was mad at us for teasing us and she wouldn't tell us so we made up our own melody. It was a great song! Just look at what fun lyrics for a 7-year-old to write!!! Hopefully we didn't crush her songwriting abilities with the wierd melody we made to go along with it. Ah, Maggie was great. IS great. Jenny



Four of the missionaries ready for transfer. These were missionaries from the end of our stay. Elder Fawcett is the second from the left and he was from Washington State. I kept writing to him for about a year after we got home. Jenny


This is that shot of the missionaries- Elder Roundy and Maggie throwing meat off the Atalaya.


El Escorial in Madrid- If I remember correctly, this is one of the premier universities in the world and it used to be mainly a Catholic university, or even a seminary. Maybe it used to be a seminary and now it's just a Catholic university?


This may be a side shot of the cathedral there in Murcia- Dad?