Sunday, February 27, 2011

A Blanket of Snow

 Rejoice!

We pray for our sisters and brothers in Christ here in Russia and all over the world.  May all the world know the joy of the fullness of God's love through loving action as we care for one another and for all those in need no matter what their ethnic origin, beliefs or situation in life.  We are all children of God who is Love!  Alleluia!

Greetings!!

In the last few weeks it has been warmer here in Vladivostok.  There was even water standing in puddles some days.  Now everything is relative, so I want you to know that temperatures in the mid to upper thirty degrees Fahrenheit ARE warm compared to twenty-three below zero Fahrenheit which was normal in the first month I was here.

It hasn't snowed much in the whole time I have been here, either.  And the harsh winds off the Sea of Japan have often howled and chased one another around the hills and down to the Golden Horn of the inlet on the edge of downtown  Vladivostok. The zephyrs from the waterway between the city and the mainland of the Russian Far East have echoed the northerly and westerly winds in counterpoint off the ice-covered edges.   

When we were driving around town on the Russian men's  holiday called "Defender's Day,"  two days after our "President's Day" three-day holiday weekend, I was reminded of the early days of pre-spring in Alaska.  We saw more and more people  still bundled up, but walking leisurely around the wide boulevards near the long-closed amusement park and beaches.  

The uncharacteristically stationary Ferris wheel other carnival rides, along with the booths where in the warmer weather you can find anything from souvenirs to food and drink, all seemed to be expectantly waiting  for spring just as did the couples of all ages and families seemed to be, encouraged by the thaw and sunshine.

In one plaza little children were driving little battery-operated jeeps, pink Barbie-doll cars and miniature luxury vehicles, well-monitored by parents and other attendants.  All of a sudden we seemed like giants in a humongous vehicle, shades of Gulliver's experience in Lilliput! 

Signs of thaw earlier in the week or not, many people were walking on the ice, along the beach side.  I think I even discerned the hunched over shapes of those most optimistic of anglers -- ice fisherman!

Nevertheless, even though the eastern waterway was still frozen over, the harbor  has ice-broken passages so the ships can come and go.   

And high above either side of the harbor, the huge "Ys" of the support structures of the big new bridge, which is in the midst of being built across the harbor, seem to guard the maritime terminus like huge sentinels with bright blinking lights on top.  I have seen drawings of what the bridge will look like when it is finished.  The span will be marvelous and very modern.   

I love bridges!

That reminds me of the t-shirts we had with the motto of the United Methodist Volunteer in Mission (VIM) trips on them back in 1994, when I first came to Russia.  In English and in Russian, they were printed with the words, "WE BUILD BRIDGES!"

I also love Vladivostok at night.  The lights of apartment houses and office buildings, street lamps and billboards decorating the hills on our side of the Golden Horn are mirrored on the hillsides of the island across the harbor from us.  The delightful view is enjoyed by many people, including those who park along a roadway for the same reasons, no doubt, that many people flock to such places all over the world.

But back to the weather, leaving them to their privacy and enjoyment!   

I should have known better than to get lulled into thinking that winter was going to give up its icy handhold.  However,  this morning I was still surprised to see the snow blanketing the hillsides and everything else I cold see.  Actually,  though, I was thrilled when I got over the shock of it.  So much beauty just fallen out of the sky!

I showered and dressed quickly, enjoyed some delicious fresh-baked bread for breakfast, and called a friend to ask her to help me get a cab.  She met me at Pastor Valentina's church service, though we were a bit late.   

Remembering that the beautiful blanket of snow no doubt made the ice underneath it more treacherous, I did not rush out of the cab and across the area in front of the office building where Pastor Valentina holds her worship services. My old snow and ice-walking training kicked in and I minced my way, watching my feet and judging where the safest place for my nest step might be.  Those three falls in Khabarovsk are ever on my mind when I am walking on snowy and icy sidewalks and streets. 

And there is one more reason.  I haven't told you yet that Pastor Valentina broke her arm several weeks ago.  She fell on the ice, but she says she is healing well.   Valentina is ever joyful, even during trials.  Since she is also a physician, and I trust that helps to keep things in perspective.   

Her smile is full of love no matter what.

The evidence of the compassion that Pastor Valentina has for the people she serves is easy to see.  Each time I have been blessed to join them, they have made me feel very welcome, too.  We are truly sisters and brothers in Christ.  Isn't that marvelous?

Today we celebrated communion, too, and I felt transformed with the wonder of hearing the beloved words of the Eucharist service in Russian once more.  It seemed like the host of witnesses surrounded us in the spirit of God's love across distance, time, language and culture.  What joy!

Sweet Margarita played the piano while we sang hymns  both with familiar Methodist tunes and traditional Russian music.  After we sang, we recited the Apostles' Creed together.  I felt blessed that Pastor Valentina asked me to come up to pray.   

Before  the sermon we worshipers read Romans 8:5-8 together in Russian.  In English that passage is:

 Those who live according to the flesh have their minds set on what the flesh desires; but those who live in accordance with the Spirit have their minds set on what the Spirit desires.  The mind governed by the flesh is death, but the mind governed by the Spirit is life and peace.  The mind governed by the flesh is hostile to God; it does not submit to God's law, nor can it do so.  Those who are in the realm of the flesh cannot please God.  (NIV)  

Pastor Valentina speaks with enthusiasm, intelligence and a true heart for the Gospel.  Her sermons are wonderful.    

At the time of the Passing of the Peace we all happily hugged one another with the encouraging words, "God loves you!"  In the Sundays I have been blessed to worship here, parishioners have ranged in age from four years old to ninety years old.  What a lovely church family!

After worship we had some fellowship time with tea or coffee and cookies.  When it was necessary, everyone who was still there pitched in to move chairs, Bibles, hymnals and the Communion paten (traditional plate for the bread or wafers), chalice, and covers back to their storage cupboards.

Then with my friend, and with Pastor Valentina, we took a bus downtown so we could enjoy more fellowship together at my favorite cafe next to Vladivostok's Philharmonic Hall where I have enjoyed so many concerts.  Over elegant but simple pots of green tea we chatted and feasted on some delicious tortes. we also indulged in to specialties of the house which may not sound appetizing, but were.  They were both made with seafood.   

Valentina and I chose the dish with carrots, red and green peppers, shallots, scallops razor-back clams, and crab legs in a terriyaki sauce served over rice infused with squid ink.  It's called "Black Rice with Fruit of the Sea."   My friend chose the scrumptious cream sauce-covered black spaghetti (yes--made black with squid ink again)  with shrimp, scallops and crab legs.   

How good it is to be in a city on the ocean if you have a hankering for sea food! 

While at lunch, Valentina happened to get a phone call from Claudia in Khabarovsk.  I was happy to hear her voice and we spoke about the possibility of seeing one another in April in Oklahoma City where the United Methodist Russia Initiative meeting will be held.  If you would like to find out more about it, you can go to this web page:


Valentina, my friend and I all headed home together in a cab after our lovely lunch and fellowship together.   The two of them dropped me off first, and I waved  a cheery "Good-bye!"   

How happy I am that  I was able to introduce them!

On another subject, one of the greatest blessings has been that I use Skype to communicate.

(Do you know about it?  If not, please see this web site -- www.skype.com)  

It was with great joy that through Skype I had a chance to speak with two friends who are students at the United Methodist Seminary in Moscow. on Thursday evening my time.   

(Moscow is eight time zones west of here, so it has been hard to get connected because they are so busy in classes and we are so often asleep at opposite times).  

My student friends regaled me with stories of their studies, of what they did over the winter break, of their plans for their student ministry opportunities in the summer, and of the fun they had during their Defender's Day celebrations.   I even was able to hear about some of the theology they are studying at the moment.

Because of Skype, I have also been able to talk with family members and friends  in the US, in Sweden, In Australia, and in England.  That has been wonderful and especially important in the last week. 

The news last Monday evening my time that my dear eighty-three year old Mom fell and broke her hip last Saturday night their time, has led me to curtail my trip.   

Between e-mail and Skype I was able to get all the details as time passed, and even talk with both my Mom and Dad when Dad was staying over night in the hospital with Mom.  To be able to talk with them, with my daughter, with my sister and with my brother, as well as to pray with friends has all been very comforting.  Friends and family members I am in touch with by e-mail and through Facebook made a big difference, too, and I am so grateful to God and to all of them. Modern communication! 

I am very disappointed that will not be going to Moscow after all,  but trust God in how it is all working out due to the circumstances.  I hope I will be able to come back to Russia in the not-too-distant future, God willing.   

My Mom has had an operation, and is now well-cared for in a rehabilitation center.   

We appreciate your prayers for both my Mom and my Dad if you feel led to pray.  I was very touched that Pastor Valentina remembered my parents when the call to prayer came during the worship service.

Please pray for the people of the Russian Far East -- and for all the people of the former Soviet Union , if you feel led to do so.   

I have been so blessed to be here and there will be a mixture of joy and sadness when I board the plane to head back home next Saturday, God willing.  The blessings of some time I will be able to spend with my son and his family, and especially the opportunity to meet sweet baby Lily Jane for the first time will help.  On the phone when he encouraged me to be sure and visit my son and his family on the way home, Dad said, "When you hold Lilly, tell her about us."

Getting back to Georgia to be with my daughter and her family before heading to Florida to check on Mom and Dad is a joy I anticipate, too.  Even though our loved ones are always in our hearts, there is nothing like being able to hug them in person! 

One more thing -- please look up the web site of my friend Glen Evans' ministry for an update about the work that he and his partners are doing for the people of Honduras and pray for them, too, if you feel led.  Thanks so much!  The web site is: 


Please be sure to let me know how I can pray for you and yours.   May the Lord continue to bless and keep you and everyone you love. 

Blessings in the Fullness of God's Love, Grace and  Peace in Christ -- Kathy 
     




The God of Peace Will Be With You!

 
Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice!  Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near.  Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable-if anything is excellent or praiseworthy-think about such things.  Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me-put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you. (NIV)

http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Philippians+4&version=NIV



Kathleen Ware Harris  © 2012
kwharris777@gmail.com


Monday, February 7, 2011

North to Khabarovsk!

Train Trip to Khabarovsk

On Thursday evening, January 20th, I headed to the Vladivostok Train station to take a thirteen hour overnight train to Khabarovsk, a city on the Amur River, about 650 miles north/northwest of Vladivostok.  This was a long awaited trip that I had hoped to make last April.  Previously I have ridden on overnight trains in Russia and in Kazakhstan, so I knew what to expect.  A week before I planned to leave for Khabarovsk, my Russian friend, Sveta, went with me to the train station to help me buy the train ticket since sometimes it is hard for me to understand what customer service people are saying in Russian.  So it was a big help that Sveta came with me!    

There are several classes of travel, including a luxury class, but the least expensive is a compartment with four beds in it.  I chose that way of traveling!  I arrived at the station about an hour before my train would be called, and it was the first time I had been inside the station, which has a beautifully remodeled Main Waiting Room.  On the vaulted ceiling that reaches across the whole large room is a classical painted mural.  As you look up at it, you see two scenes across from one another.  The heads of people painted on each side are pointing toward the heads of painted people on the other side.  Since Vladivostok is the last stop on the Trans-Siberian Railroad that begins in Moscow, each side of the mural depicts the history and buildings of each city.   

To see a photo of one of half of the ceiling mural in the Vladivostok Train Station Waiting Room (and some more photos of Khabarovsk), see this web page:

http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=57404&id=100000104723008&l=9d04447f92

While waiting for my train to be called, I wasn't sure how to get to the tracks, so I struck up a conversation with a Russian woman named Nadya who told me she was waiting for a friend to arrive.  She was very kind and pointed out the way to the tracks.  We also chatted about our lives.  Several people I have met in the Russian Far East ended up in the region because their husbands were stationed in the army there, and this was the case for Nadya, too.  When my train was called I saw that it was waiting on Track Three, by seeing that posted onlooking at the electronic "Arrivals" sign in the Waiting Room.  Heading the direction that Nadya had pointed me in, I headed down a big staircase inside the building, and then outside it to the area alongside Track One.

In order to reach Track Three, I had to go up some stairs that started on the platform and rose to a great height, to a bridge over all the train tracks with stairways down to each platform between two sets of train tracks.  As I made the trek up and down the stairways, I was sorry I had a small suitcase AND a carry-on.  I have never been accused of "traveling light"!  The worst part was not even the trials of going up and down the steep, high stair cases.  It was the cold, brisk wind off the Sea of Japan that hit me when I reached the top of one staircase and made my way to the other one to head down to the Track Three platform that made the biggest impression on me.   

When I reached the platform, I asked one of the uniformed train car attendants where my car was.  On my railway ticket it stated a particular train car number and a particular space in the car which correlated to a bed in one of the four-bed compartments. The train car attendant looked at me with an expression that made me feel that she thought it was a question I should have known the answer to, and pointed me toward the end of the train.  Finally I reached the right train car.   

At its the doorway, there was another train car attendant, and after checking my ticket, she admitted me, my little suitcase and my carry-on bag.  I walked down the narrow hallway and entered a compartment with four beds in it.  In compartments like the one I stayed in, there are two of the beds one above the other on one side of the compartment, and two more across from them.  There is also a little table connected to the wall of the compartment under the curtained train window.  Under the lower beds are places for luggage to be stowed.  Accessible from the upper beds, in the wall over the passageway outside the compartments, there is also a small, empty space where luggage can be stored.  People can also hang their coats up on coat hangers hanging from hooks alongside the wall with the doorway to the compartment in it.

There are little steel ladders that are folded up and attached to the wall with the door to the compartment on either side of it.  People who sleep in the upper bunks either use the ladders or hoist themselves up and down by putting their feet on the lower berths.  My friend Sveta made sure to request a bed on the lower section of the compartment for me.  My traveling companions were a married couple about my age and a young man in his thirties who told me he had worked on commercial ships and traveled to the U.S.    

When you ride on trains in the former Soviet Union, you can expect to be in mixed company.  In the past I have been blessed to travel with very courteous men who kindly left the compartment when it was time to get ready for bed.  Everyone sleeps in their clothes of course, and I have experienced a friendliness and gracious hospitality from my traveling companions in the past.  This was true of my trips to and from Khabarovsk, too.  On both the way to Khabarovsk, and on the way back, my traveling companions offered to share their food with me and most of them chatted with me in friendly ways.   

On the way back there was a young man from China who was studying Russian at a university in Khabarovsk who shared the compartment with me.  He traveled with us to Ussyrisk, and said he would have a seven hour bus ride from there to the city in which he lived in China. He had the upper berth across from me, and said he was heading home for the Chinese New Year holiday.  One of the other passengers in my compartment was a young Russian woman in her late twenties or early thirties who was going to Vladivostok on business just for the day and slept in the bed above mine.  In the middle of the night a fourth passenger came into our compartment, and took the bed across from mine.  He was a Russian man, perhaps in his late forties, who left the train before we arrived in Vladivostok.

It is not that easy to get a good night's sleep on the train, even with a fairly comfortable bed, and the sheets, pillow, pillow cases and wool blankets or down duvets that are provided.  The problem is that the train stops from time to time, of course.  So sometimes I was awake and just watched the full moon and the stars go by.  For some reason as the train moved fast along the tracks, the moon seemed to keep moving from left to right and then from right to left past the window.  Toward the end of the night, the morning star seemed to do the same thing.  When I sat up to look out the window, I often saw, under the bright full moonlight, the beautiful birch and pine tree forests which are characteristic of that part of Siberia.  

My train reached Khabarovsk around 9:30 in the morning after having left Vladivostok at 6:30 the night before.  One of the United Methodist lay leaders in Khabarovsk, Claudia Parfyonova, had been communicating with me by e-mail, and had promised to meet me at the train station.  I had told her the number of my train car, but even though I waited on the platform outside it for a while, I didn't see her.  Aleksei, the young sailor from my compartment, asked me if I knew where I was going and offered to help me.  I explained that someone was meeting me, but that she had not made it there yet.  Since I had told Claudia that I would be in the Waiting Room of the train station if I didn't see her right away, I tool Aleksei up on his offer.

Of course there was a tall staircase to traverse up to the bridge above the train tracks and platforms, and another long staircase to travel down near the train station.  I was blessed that Aleksei was quite a gentleman and helped me with my suitcase.  He had told me that he was going to Khabarovsk to visit members of his family, and had to head to a bus stop once we reached the sidewalk outside of the train station.  He seemed not to be sure I would be all right, but I assured him that someone was going to meet me, thanked him, and wished him the best.  Then I headed toward the main staircase in front of the train station to go to the Waiting Room.

As I began to head up the stairs, though, there was Claudia coming down them!  It was the first time we met, but the expression on her face was filled with joy, and I was very happy to see her, too.  She told me that we would have to wait until noon to check into my hotel, so we went to a little cafe and spent time getting acquainted.  Later, on the way to the hotel on that bright, calm, cold mid-winter day, Claudia showed me some of her beautiful, snow-covered city.  

Joy's Bible Study
Sometime after noon on Friday, my new friend, Claudia, got me settled into my room at a hotel named for the man Khabarovsk is named after, Erofei Khabar, called The Erofei Hotel.  Well-appointed and beautifully decorated, the hotel had some wonderful amenities including a cafe, a swimming pool, a hot tub, and a sauna.  Unfortunately, I had left my swimsuit in Vladivostok!   

Claudia and I had a snack together in the cafe.  We had a typical Russian soup with meatballs and a typical Russian salad with calamari, cabbage, and carrots with a big dollop of mayonnaise on top.  I also had some grape compote which is a thick grape juice with grapes in it, and I bought a large bottle of water to drink in my room.  After our snack I went back up to my room for a nap until Claudia came back to get me to go over to a friend's for a Bible Study.

It was dark when we left the hotel to head to Claudia's friend's apartment.  She told me that we were going to a monthly Women's Bible Study led by a woman who was a missionary from New Zealand named Joy. (See the photo above -- Joy is wearing an orange, black and white print blouse, and Claudia is sitting to the right of Joy wearing a blue turtleneck sweater.)

When Claudia and I arrived, Joy and two other women were already in Joy's apartment.  A while later two other women arrived.  Joy has lived in Khabarovsk  for seventeen years teaching English at one of the universities there and sharing the Gospel with students and other people she knows. 

I was blessed to be able to talk with Joy and to take part in the Bible study.  It turned out that at one time both Joy and I were each connected with an international, interdenominational missionary fellowship called Worldwide Evangelization for Christ (WEC).  She told she had elected not to go overseas with WEC, though, but has been on her own in Russia with the support of folks back home.  She is my hero!

My time spent at Joy's Bible study with her and the other ladies was really lovely.  When they heard that I am in Russia to share the seminar on traditional Wesleyan spiritual practices, they wanted to know more about it.  So I had a chance to tell them what it entails, and they said they liked it.  I told them that there was a Power Point presentation to go with the seminar, and Joy told Claudia that she would lend us the projector she has for use with a computer at the church we were going to be going to on Sunday.

After some prayer time, cookies, tea and fellowship, we all said good night to one another.  My new friends all embraced me as if we were well known to each other -- sisters in Christ. 

Claudia and I walked back to the hotel under a sky bright with stars, but very cold.  I am not as used to walking on ice as I once was when I was growing up in the Chicago area, or when we lived in Alaska.  So as Claudia and I charged from the sidewalk to cross the icy street, it was too much for me.  Because we were arm in arm (it is common to see two women or two young girls walking that way over here),  when I slipped and fell on the ice, Claudia fell, too.

All together I fell three times when I was in Khabarovsk, but only broke my camera.  I am not as young as I once was . . . either growing up in Chicago or when we lived in Alaska, so I am grateful that I didn't get hurt!


Sveta and ClaudiaWith Sveta and Claudia

One of the most lovely blessings of going to Khabarovsk was that Rev. Svetlana Tsoi, the Distict Superintendent  of the United Methodist Churches in the Russian Far East came from a city that is an overnight train ride north of there to see me.  In terms of the protocol involved in bringing my Doctorate of Ministry project to share with the pastors of the Russian United Methodist Church, I needed permission from Bishop Hans Vaxby in Moscow, and from the District Superintendents of the pastors I already knew, and those I met on this trip.  Rev. Tsoi, Sveta, was kind enough to agree to letting me share the seminar.  Beyond that, she went out of her way to come to see me, although she was also in Khabarovsk to visit with the pastors in her charge.

Sveta arrived on Saturday morning and stayed in Claudia's apartment with her until the overnight train back to her city on Sunday night.  They came to pick me up around 10  am, and we spent the day on the town!  It was a beautiful, bright, very cold sunshiny day.  Little sparkles of frost caused by moisture in the air danced before our eyes. 

We took a bus down to Lenin Square.  Since besides being a pastor and a district superintendent, Sveta teaches English to school children, we went to a book store with books for teaching English as a Second Language not far from the square, so that she could look for some new materials.  Then we had lunch together at a cafe which had a great menu of normal Russian cuisine that I love.  Both Claudia and Sveta were doing so much for me, I wanted to treat them to lunch, so they let me.  We had a lovely time chatting together before heading over to see the beautiful ice sculptures displayed all over  Lenin Square.

 I had always seen photos of big ice sculptures in big northern cities, but the only ice sculptures I had ever seen in person were swans or something romantic like them at wedding receptions. It turned out that a new competition was coming up, so we not only had a chance to see the ice sculptures that were already decorating the square.  We also had a chance to watch new sculptures being made right before our eyes.

You can see some photos of some of them by going to the following web page:

http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=57404&id=100000104723008&l=9d04447f92

During the rest of the day we were taken on a tour of Khabarovsk by Claudia, who loves her home town very much.  There is an "Old Town" with buildings made before the Bolshevik Revolution.  And the city was built on three ridges, so there are some beautiful views from the top of each hill, looking down one side to the top of the other ridges.   

We also went to a plaza overlooking the wide curves of the  Amur River.  Across the river in the distance, we could see foothills in China. 

By late afternoon, Sveta was tired from her long night on the train, so we all retired to get a good night's sleep before the busy day that Sunday would be. 

A Baptism in Sinda Maksim's Ministry in Sinda

One of the United Methodist pastors who I was blessed to meet was Maksim Nikanorov, who picked up his District Superintendent, Rev. Svetlana Tsoi, Claudia Parfyonova, one of the lay leaders in Khabarovsk, and me in order to take us to worship at Pastor Elena Sokolova's "Light UMC" on Sunday morning, January 23rd.  His ministry is with people in a small village called Sinda, which is a two hour drive from Khabarovsk.  Sinda is in a region where a group of the indigenous Siberian people live.  Maksim said the region was set aside for them in a similar to the way there are reservations for native Americans in the U.S., although ethnically Russian people lived in the villages, too. The photo above shows Maksim baptizing one of the people who attend the church he serves.  

During the drive to and from Light UMC, I sat up front with Maksim and was blessed to be able to hear about his life and ministry.  Later that evening, he and his wife, Natalya, joined Svetlana, Claudia and me at my hotel.  It was lovely to meet Natalya, too.  All together the fellowship with Christian brothers and sisters in Khabarovsk was such a joy!

After I returned to Vladivostok, Maksim sent me several e-mails about his ministry and I want to share with you the praises and prayer requests he wrote about in the e-mails:

"PRAISES:

1.      Last time, I asked for prayers that my family would find an affordable apartment near the school my son attends.  Praise God, we were able to find exactly what we needed and we are now living in this apartment.
2.      This has been a very cold Winter, with much snow.  We praise God that our people were able to prepare for this season.  And we praise God that He sent our brother Sergei to help our invalid members lay up firewood for the winter.

PRAYER NEEDS:

1.      Our sister Anna, whose home has been our meeting place, needs to rebuild the floor of her home.  So, we have moved our meetings to Ivan's home until the repairs are completed.  We ask for your prayers for this need.  Anna and her husband are in their 80's, they are poor, and the floor presents a significant safety hazard.

2.      We ask prayers of healing for Natasha and her mother.  Galina is suffering with dementia.  Praise God that she was still thinking clearly at the time of her baptism in January.  We believe Galina may be nearing the end of her time on this earth.

3.      We ask prayers for Ivan, who we told you about in our last letter.  He had no feeling at all in his hands or arms.  He now has some feeling!  We are praying for a healing miracle.

4.      We ask prayers for our fellowship, that we would have the strength to continue meeting in the face of considerable difficulties.  As part of this, please pray that my vehicle will continue to work well enough that I can continue to visit the village regularly."

He also included some photos which you can see on this web page:

http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=885040&l=7574927d4d&id=100000104723008


Kathleen Ware Harris  © 2012
kwharris777@gmail.com