Tuesday morning we woke up feeling pretty good. After getting dressed, the six of us went next door to Princess Jusu’s apartment for breakfast. It was a great breakfast of oatmeal, eggs, juices, fruits. Duane had coffee. But we didn’t eat much. We were still cautious about what our stomachs could handle. Bill and Tom left to go downtown to check in at the Brussels Airlines. They took our passports so we didn’t have to go. Duane and I stayed and visited with Princess and Nancy Carew for awhile. Then we went back to the dormitory to wait for our day’s adventure to begin. Bill and Tom got back and returned our passports. Bill was expecting the family of his two foster Liberian sons.
About 10:20 am Kakata-Farmington District Superintendent Paul Gartor arrived to take us back to his district parsonage. This is the one that Duane’s mission team worked on in 2008. We had an enjoyable ride there because it was air-conditioned. The route was almost the same as the one we used to get back and forth to the conference in Buchanan. It was good to continue to see more of the rebuilding and colorful renovations of businesses and homes. We went past the airport and the Firestone plantation again. Then a little farther on was Cottontree, the town near the parsonage.
When we got to the parsonage, it turned out that it was not what I thought I had seen from the road on Sunday. So much for my memory. We saw Paul’s wife Martha Gartor again. We had met her at the conference. Martha’s mother was there also as were their four children. They walked us around through the parsonage and into the back yard. We went over to see the administrative center progress. It was up to what would be the roof line. We walked through the different rooms. It is really much bigger than they need. Duane said later that he was sure they had cut back the heavy grass that was growing inside since they hadn’t put a floor in yet so that we could walk around inside.
We went back to the house and had lunch. There were rice, greens and chicken. It was mild and tasted very good. Martha showed us pictures of the clergy women on the district at an event they had attended. She is working with them to learn various life skills. She gave me a brochure about it. I don’t have it right now to describe the program more. They hold dinner fundraisers so they have some money to get materials they need. I gave her $100 to help them along.
We said goodbye and Paul drove us to our next stop – Bishop Judith Craig’s Children’s Village. We had passed it on the way and now stopped in. Director Rev. Robert Sieh, a long time friend, was having a meeting with some people. He stopped to say hello then sent me down the was to where Margretta was. It was so good to see her and her daughter Sue. Her three year old grandson George was there too. We talked a long time and I looked at many of her family pictures. She was still mourning the death of her father in December and needed to share. After Robert’s meeting ended, he and Duane walked around the Village and Duane took pictures of the improvements. The painting had been refreshed on about two-thirds of the cottages.
It got late in the afternoon and we needed to get back. We said goodbye knowing we might not see each other again. A driver took us back into Monrovia. It was about an hour. This time there was no air conditioning. The windows were down part way and we had to endure diesel and gas exhaust all the way in. We got back about 6:30 pm. We discovered that they had thoroughly cleaned another room nearby and moved our things into there. Then they thoroughly cleaned the room we had been in. It took a while to get used to the new setup. We had been using twin beds, each with a mosquito net; this one had a queen size bed and only one net. But we were able to have two fans for the night.