I Want to Be a Missionary--part 2

Pass-along cards

But I never stopped trying to serve a mission by befriending and loving those who were not 
active in the Church or non-members. Whenever Ed and I traveled, a brought along a Book of Mormon or two, pass-along cards and Article of Faith cards, but I never used them. I felt more of a failure as a missionary than ever.

As I grew older, I began to consider a family history mission after I retired from work because I loved genealogy. I recall clearly when I was 12 years old and visited my Grandmother Hansen in Monroe, Utah. (As far as I can determine, I was the only grandchild who ever stayed a week or so with her, and I don’t know why I was so blessed.) She taught me to do genealogy and sew!!! An avid genealogist, she had done family work for about 50 years and researched her line and her husband’s line extensively. I caught the genealogy bug from her at that time.

My Grandmother Hansen

I copied many of the family histories she had, and any time I was in Utah, I would try to get more genealogy from my grandmother’s family. After we retired to Utah, my cousin and I went to southern Utah and got two boxes of my grandmother’s genealogy from my father’s cousin, Agnes Holgate. I also attended all the family reunions and gathered more information and family histories. Reluctantly I copied my grandmother’s genealogies and sent them to my sister Ann, because I was working full-time and didn’t have time to do more with them.

When Ed and I retired from work in 2009, I still hoped that we could serve a couple mission, but six months before our

Ed right after his lung transplant

retirement, Ed’s health declined rapidly, and six months after we retired, we moved to Los Angeles for him to get a lung transplant. It took us nine months before we could go back home, but it gave Ed four good years of life. We were able to travel as we’d hoped to do after retirement, but a mission was not in our plans.

When Ed died two-and-half years ago, I considered a mission again, but so many things interfered. It took a year to settle things from his death, and my health continued to be a major problem.

Ed and I had traveled a lot in the four years he was healthy and we set aside a monthly savings account to pay for these trips. After his death, I

Ed and I on one of our vacations

decided to take my grandchildren on a trip somewhere when they graduated from high school, college or finished a mission. I had grandchildren on both coasts of the country and this was a way I could bound with them and continue to travel. I took two grandchildren to Costa Rica where my grandson had recently returned from a mission in 2016; I brought along my standard missionary stuff, but the closest I came to talking to anyone about the church was on a snorkeling excursion when a lady in our boat and I talked about family history, and I gave her my card, with information about family

Snorkeling with my grandkids in Costa Rica

search.

I recall very clearly where I was sitting in one Sacrament Meeting when Stake President Blair Morris issued a challenge for every available individual to serve a mission. He told of a couple serving a mission when the husband died, and President Morris felt inspired to call on a couple in our stake who’d never considered a mission, but who had been praying to serve in some way. They quickly adjusted their schedules and took the place of the couple who had been released.

Me

I received the inspiration as he talked that I MUST serve a mission as a family history missionary, and I should prepare to do so. It had been in the back of my mind since my husband had died to serve a family history mission, but President Morris’ talk confirmed to me that now was the time.

I worked on my serious health problems, and I volunteered to work at the Bountiful Utah Family History Library. I set the deadline to begin missionary service as June 2017. I planned on taking my granddaughter, Kira, whose father and everyone in his family were inactive in the church, on a cruise in May 2017, and I felt like that since the next grandchild to graduate was three years away I could complete a mission in the meantime.

But it wasn’t that easy; in March 2017, I had my gall bladder removed, and had complications; I ended up back in the hospital for two days. No one could figure out why I was having so much trouble with my breathing, and I was on oxygen, first all day, then after a month or so, just at night. I felt worried that I couldn’t serve two full days a week as a missionary in the Salt Lake City Family History Center if I was still having health problems, but I kept praying for reassurance that I should serve as a missionary.

Me & my granddaughter cave tubing in Belize

During my Caribbean cruise with my granddaughter Kira in May of 2017, I continued to pray daily to be a missionary and again brought missionary stuff with me. I tried to talk to people about the Church, but had little success. One night I was again praying for a missionary experience, and expressing my thoughts of failure, when the thought came to me that I was being a missionary to Kira, who along with her family wasn’t active in the Church. I often had the opportunity to share spiritual experiences with Kira that my mother, my grandfather and I had had in our lives. It wasn’t in a “Here is the missionary message I need to give you,” but in a relaxed and casual way as we talked about our family. It just came naturally. I had the reassurance that there are many ways to be a missionary, and this was one good way.

I wish I could say I started my mission in June 2017, but I discovered I had bad cataracts in both eyes, and surgery to repair them was scheduled during June and July. My lung problems seemed to be resolved; I no longer needed to be on oxygen, although they never determined a reason for my problems, and there was no positive assurance that I would not have a relapse. But I knew that it was time to put in my paperwork to serve a mission in September 2017.

I know that there is a time for every season, and this is my season to serve a mission, and I am looking forward to it!  I am excited about going on a mission—even if I am in my mid-70s.

Traveling to Costa Rica with My Grandkids (Part 2)

Zipping Through the Skies

On Tuesday, we drove around the area scouting for souvenirs, and went to a Zip-line “canopy tour.”

Me Zipping through the canopy

That was really exciting. There were 12 zip-lines we went on, going from platform to platform, progressively higher above the jungle. We even decided to do the “extra” two lines which we had to hike straight up to reach. I didn’t know whether I’d make the hike, and my grandson kept say, “we have to rest for Nona (which is my name—Italian for grandmother).”

Climbing on fragile bridges

My grandchildren took the lines as superman and supergirl, even upside down, but at my age, I took each trip in the normal way. The guides loved to bounce the lines on the longer ones, but I asked them to forgo that on my excursion across the skies, and they did. Back at the hotel, my grandkids went swimming and I rested—I had had a fun, but tiring day!

Pokemon

Now I must mention Pokeman Go, which is as popular there as in the United States. On the resort or everywhere we could get wi-fi, my grandson was catching pokemons. Even up at the restaurant, we had to look for them. I finally had them catch one on my phone just so I could say I was “with it.” The next day at the Pợas Volcano, when we bought our tickets, the gatekeepers were playing Pokemon Go on their phones, too.

James playing Pokemon

We drove back to San Jose, but this time we took the “expressways” even if we had to pay the tolls.

We stopped to buy fresh Lychee on the way and it was wonderful. My granddaughter Jenni tasted one and said it was an acquired taste, so James and I ate the whole package. The outside shell was a little different than the Hawaiian ones I liked, but inside they tasted the same.

Poas Volcano

We stopped at the Pợas Volcano on our way back to San Jose, and I again had winding two-way roads with trucks blocking our way. But the volcano was enjoyable, even if by the time we arrived the whole mountain top was covered with clouds and we couldn’t see anything. The volcano center was interesting, but it was so cold (at 8,855 feet above sea level), that we ate “top ramen” to keep us warm.

James at the volcano--picture

Back at our hotel in San Jose, we were so anxious for “real food” that we walked to the big modern Best Western hotel which had a Denny’s at it. The food there was the most expensive food we ate, and even though it was after 6:00 p.m., both grandkids had breakfast food.

Nature Tour

Our last real day in Costa Rica, we turned in our rental car and took an all-day “Jungle Tour.” It was entertaining in a different way! In the morning we hiked through a “Humid Forest” which is different from the rainforest we’d been driving through and our guide (who had a Bachelor’s Degree in Natural History) showed us all kinds of wildlife and plants indigenous to the area. Poisonous dart frogs and tree bats intrigued us and I even got bitten by a vicious ant that lived in the hollow thorns if a tree. The guide touched the thorn and they would come out to attack him, even to committing suicide by jumping at him. I held onto the rail and apparently one of the ants went from the thorn to the rail and onto my hand and bit me. My hand stung and swelled up, but it wasn’t bad.

Then we went on board a jungle boat and toured the Tárcoles River, where we saw crocodiles close up and even watched “Mike Tyson” the largest crocodile in Central America sun himself on the beach. We learned a lot about the ecology of the river and the jungle and it was entertaining. A dinner at a local restaurant and a stop at the largest (and cheapest) souvenir shop in the area completed our trip.

Crocodiles on the beach

Our San Jose hotel which we reserved for a week, even when we were in Guanacaste, was very Spanish in its design, with a central courtyard and two TVs—one flat screen that I found a Miami channel that gave the news in English so we knew if the world had gone up in war, or in truth, just continued on as always, even without us watching it. It had three bedrooms, a full kitchen and living room, with two-and-a half bathrooms. There was no air-conditioning here, but it wasn’t as hot as Guanacaste, so we didn’t have a problem.

Going Back Home

James relaxing!

Our trip home was a snap, except that gathering our luggage to go through customs in Houston, then walking all over the airport to the various gates put my back into spasms.

It was a wonderful trip and I enjoyed it tremendously, especially my bi-lingual grandson’s translation and their help with my luggage and everything. I would recommend the trip to anyone. It is the best-educated, safest, best economical country in Central America. If there had been time we could have taken a chocolate or coffee-plantation tour, or done many other fabulous things than we had time for.

Or to save money, you could just as well go to the big island of Hawaii and not worry about a foreign language. 

Take Grandchildren to Costa Rica? Why Not? (Part 1)

Recently I took two of my grandchildren, one 18 and one 21-years-old to Costa Rica with me for a vacation. The oldest, James, had returned from a two-year mission to Costa Rica six months earlier, so I decided he could translate and show us his mission.

Our trip was a ball. Having two young adults along helped me feel young again. I tried very hard to keep up with them, although I am sure that they feel I failed.

We arrived in San Jose, the capitol city on Saturday night. One difficulty I discovered while booking

James at customs

the flight was that it is hard to go from Salt Lake City to Costa Rica. Your best bet is to go through Houston Airport, and depending on your layover, your trip could last from eight to 21 hours, and often stretch into the next day. Luckily I was able book a flight that could eight hours going and 10 hours coming back. So we left Salt Lake City at 5:30 a.m. and arrived in San Jose at 1:30 p.m. on Saturday, August 6, 2016. In Houston Airport we only had a short time to go from one gate to the other. When we’d left Salt Lake City, it told us to go to one gate, but we didn’t know that they’d changed gates while we were in the air, so we hiked to one gate only to find that it was wrong and we had to go to another gate a long way away. We were almost running to make the flight which was boarding, when I flagged down one of the carts and they got us there before they finished boarding.

Just to get through customs in San Jose took over an hour; even though there were 28 incoming booths for non-residents to check through, only four were open. I guess they have a two-day weekend for government workers. All we did was check into our hotel and rest.

Jenni at church

Sunday we took a taxi to the local church, where James had attended while he was the Mission’s financial secretary. It was fun for him to see local members, and we “enjoyed” three meetings in Spanish. It was fast meeting, so we felt the spirit, even though we didn’t understand a word. Sing in Spanish wasn’t too hard as I had lived in Italy and sung in Italian—but I am afraid I probably sang the hymns with an Italian accent, as I often pronounce Spanish in the Italian way—which is different.

In Sunday School, the teacher used his tablet to play a church video on the large flat screen TV. I was amazed at the use of technology that as a church librarian I had tried to encourage. They certainly needed to encouragement to use it in a “Third Country.” Right then I realized that Costa Rica is not a third world, but as modern as the United States. Everyone had the newest cell phones, and used them all the time.

Relief Society was fun as a sister from Texas visiting her mother in San Jose, interpreted for me! The lesson by a member of the Relief Society presidency was about visiting teaching and very creative. She showed us a survival visiting teacher kit, and pulled out items and correlated them to visiting teaching. I wrote down the very BASICS of it.

1.       Lock: Lock your mouth about anything your sisters tell you.

2.       Soap: Always have clean thoughts

3.       Toothpaste & brush: Always have a beautiful smile

4.       Rubber band: Be flexible & visit when your sisters can have you come.

5.       Q-tips: Clean your ears so you can listen carefully to their needs

6.       Cotton balls: Speak softly and have a soft heart

Who would ever think that one of the most creative Relief Society lessons I have ever heard was in Costa Rica?

After church we walked to several members’ houses. The first home was a very humble one of a sister who served us baked Yucca and Gallo pinto (their favorite food of rice and black beans). Four of the local missionaries ate with us, and she stretch a pork roast to serve far more people than it was designed for. Again, a very humble home with boards showing through to the open air, but the sister’s daughter sported a cell phone.

Next we visited the ward mission leader and his huge family that lived together in one home that had been stretched to make several homes. All of the grown members of the family, along with their children, sported and used NICE cell phones. They had a large flat-screen TV in the living room.

I had fasted that day and as the day went on, I began to get a migraine! Finally, I excused myself, leaving my grandchildren there speaking all Spanish, and took a taxi home. I hadn’t gotten used to the currency exchange, and my head was so foggy that I watched the taxi’s price counter go higher and higher. I began to panic because I thought it said, “60 million colones,” (about US $120.00), and panicked because I had barely brought that much money with me. When I gave him the money, he corrected me and told me it was only “6 million colones” about $12.00 US money. I was so grateful that he was so honest as I was totally a ditzy tourist. My grandchildren were still hungry, even after a lunch and two Costa Rican traditional dinners, so we ate at the hotel restaurant, which served the most flavorful salmon I’ve ever taste (either that or I was starved after eating only protein bars that afternoon).

Monday I rented a car and we drove across the country to the Pacific beaches of Guanacaste. 

 

Coffee plants

I hate to drive or ride in a car, and my driver was my 21-year-old grandson, so I quailed at the thought, but it was okay. I felt at peace and enjoyed the trip, which I know was a real blessing. Taking a private shuttle there was $500.00 each way, and the bus stopped in every town and took forever. I even checked on flying—but it was prohibitive, too. Fortunately, the rental car cost $210 (including insurance) for four days.

There is a way to get to Guanacaste that is much more modern and faster than I realized, but I had downloaded a google navigator map on my phone and we followed it. We left in a torrential rainstorm, which added to the fun. I assume I had chosen on the app that

Along side of the road

I wanted to avoid toll roads (of which there are many around San Jose), so it took us on every mountainous back road in the country. It was beautiful and reminded me of the very rural big island of Hawaii where we lived during the late 1970s, and I kept repeating the thought every time we saw something new. Heavy rain accompanied us for over five hours—until we reached the desert plains of Guanacaste.

Our hotel resort was on the beach of Playa el Coco, and we could walk down to the beach, which was

Our hotel

really fun. Our suite had a full kitchen, living room and one bedroom with two double beds and a futon bed in the living area for my grandson. IT WAS AIR-CONDITIONED, which was wonderful in the 90-degree weather with 90% humidity. Yes, I am a wimp, but I walked around with my clothes completely wet unless I was in the suite. Up above, looking over the cove, was a restaurant, lots of swimming pools, a cafeteria (which we never saw open), a gift shop and other facilities. We could take a shuttle that came every five minutes, or we could walk the steep incline. I decided I’d walk down, not up.

On Tuesday, we goofed around, bought food at the gift shop, then body-surfed in the beautiful beach. I had reserved a snorkeling tour for the afternoon, and it was fantastic.

James with pufferfish

We first went to some rocky islands in the bay. I hadn’t snorkeled for years, and it was something I’d always loved to do, especially on our favorite beach of Kona, in Hawaii and on the Baja coast of Mexico. We saw tons of beautiful fish, and the guide showed us a pufferfish and a spiked pufferfish. I don’t swim, so I used a life vest, but still was able to enjoy the sights. I wandered and every once in a while, my grandson would come checking on me to make sure I wasn’t lost.

Next we went to a beautiful secluded beach and snorkeled where the water wasn’t over our head. The guide gave us fresh Costa Rican pineapple and part of the time I rested. I had had rotator cuff surgery two months previous to our trip and my arm wasn’t as strong as I had liked.

One other lady was on our snorkeling tour with us, and I enjoyed talking to her about genealogy, of which I am a tremendous fan. 

(TO BE CONTINUED)