Witch mountain

                                                            FLOWER OF THE WEEK
The prickly-pear is in full bloom now and are very pretty. This picture doesn't really show them to advantage.

We took Gloria to Cottonwood (halfway between here and Chinle) since it was memorial day and she wanted to decorate her parents graves. While there she showed us where she lived growing up.  This log cabin is called the 'Mormon Cabin' because years ago, probably during the fifties, the Mormon missionaries lived in it. Her family were baptized during this time. She said a missionary couple lived there and taught her mother how to make yeast bread and cakes. her brother said the missionaries were a great help to their family.

Their cabin was at the bottom of the tall rock. I asked if she was afraid as a child that it would fall on them. She said she was and if they looked straight up it looked like it was swaying. They did have a good time playing and climbing on the rocks. There are prickly pear cactus everywhere. The family ate the blossom end. Gloria said they are sweet and very good. They had a large corn field which her brother still plants. The children were all taken to boarding school so they didn't have much time for family life. A bus came and picked them up in Sept., brought them back for Christmas and then took them back till June.

 

They called this rock the witch rock because turned on its side it looks like two witch faces.

This week seems to have gone by quite quickly. We were glad to hear that Marcy is home healing well.  
We had a pot luck cook out with one of the clans so Elder Lybbert had a good time cooking in his dutch ovens. The older Navajos cooked in dutch ovens only used wood coals rather than  bricketts so they were very interested in it. I was able to practice the art of making fry bread and learned more about it but need more practice.
On Thursday Elder Lybbert went with Bro. Stowles to introduce him to a mechanic here so he could get his truck fixed. Gary and his wife came to pick up the truck. While talking to Joanne she said  their seven year old son at the dinner table that day said he wanted to say a prayer. After him saying his version of a prayer she commented that it was time they went back to church. A few minutes later Elder Lybbert and Bro. Stowles knocked on the door. She said they used to go to church but then their little girl passed away accidentally and their life was very difficult. We had stopped by to see them a couple of times but had not been able to meet with the family so had not gone back. We now have an appointment to meet with them on Thursday evenings so hopefully we can be of service to the family.

Love to all,
Elder and Sister Lybbert