Dear Family,
I got all your letters and I love them! I’m sorry you had to endure Thanksgiving without me there. Just remember all the funny times we have had on that specific date. Thanksgiving here was fun. We played football on a sort of pro training field with all the other missionaries. On our team we had me, E. Carter, E. Lloyd, Jeff (an RM and President Irwin’s son), Tammy and Kit (daughters of the Harter family), E. Hopkins, and E. Lambo who scored the most. We played really good and one of the funny things was there was an Elder Hilton there. He was a lanky, tall kid with glasses. He wore jeans while we all wore shorts and on the first play of subbing someone out, he got a little hurt with his leg and shook it to make it feel better. I ran the ball once, but since we had a lot of good guys on our team, me and Jeff didn’t get the ball as much.
Thanksgiving dinner was fun and delicious with turkey, stuffing, cornbread, mashed potatoes, etc. Then after, a couple of us played Phase 10 and E. Carter was stuck on Phase 2 for seven rounds. We played for around 2 hours and I got 4 letters written in the process. I sent one to Molly and Allison, Caitlin, Amanda, Kynaston family, Erik, and Nana. I gave them a brief summary of my days. I also wrote to some other missionaries.
Now to the good stuff: my adventures here. Well, Monday through Wednesday the most we did was visit homes and there was this one house that smelled terrible of pig outside and smoke inside. The guy there talked about all kinds of hillbilly stuff. It was really gross. On Monday we went to the Harter’s to rake up leaves. We tried to burn them with fire, but they were too wet even for gasoline. It only made tiny explosions like the one Dad made in South Carolina. Victoria (the Harter’s daughter) started training her dogs how to bite and regrip with an arm sleeve. So I tried it and the dogs were really strong. I had to walk backwards and stand tall so they had to pull me down and regrip. E. Carter tried it, too, but E. Lloyd wouldn’t. The dogs were being trained for police dogs.
Wednesday we went to a district meeting and it on fasting and prayer. After, we went to Pizza Hut and Rico (the member who picked us up) paid for everyone. E. Smith keeps calling me Elder McQuiver. We went tracting around for people to teach and then went to Brother Gruber’s and he fed us. We get a lot of good food here. We usually eat breakfast and lunch at the apartment. The only fast food we eat is at a place called La Hacienda, a Mexican restaurant, where we get free food. Rico owns it. He’s a member.
Friday, we were stuck in the Franklin area for 3 hours in the morning getting the tires aligned. We went to Walmart and I did some Christmas shopping there. Then we went to the Harter’s and burned leaves and Brother Harter threw gas directly on the fire. It blew up like crazy. I think Sister Harter talked to Dad on the phone that day and I had hoped that she could have talked to Mom also. [I miss all the good calls! Apparently, she called to say that they really like Max and he’s a nice young man.] Then we went and taught some people.
Saturday, nothing much this day, but we went to have dinner at the Gibbs. Their cat is monstrous and sheds like 4 cats puts into one. It seriously is the grossest cat on earth. I held it and it almost gave me a hernia.
Sunday, we got 5 of our investigators: Mrs. Nan, David (a guy with no kidneys), Elizabeth, Lucy (a waitress at La Hacienda), Jaclyn and her kid Carter. Us elders sang “How Great Thou Art” and we did awesomely and most of our investigators came to hear us sing. Then we went to Gospel Principles and I taught the class and the topic was repentance. After, we watched some district videos to help train me. Then we went to the Harter’s. We all went to Rico’s to talk to him. He’s a nice guy who also went on a mission. He lost all his hair when he was 21-23 so it would be really freaky if I started to lose my hair now.
Well, I miss all of you. I just want you all to know that I’m doing fine and loving every second of it. Angie’s letter surprised me that Jonas wants to go on a mission just so Angie will cry. Weird! Stay strong and know that every day I think of you all the time. Remember that I love you all and I care for you. Always remember me and my funny jokes to brighten your day. Always stay strong in the way of the Lord.
Elder McClure
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