July 31, 2007
Thursday July 31st, 1980
This morning M.G. went to the CDA meeting. I cooked lunch today for Alan and Virginia Neely. This afternoon M.G. made some benches for our church at Muguga and took them down there. Mammaw and I went to the post office and I got a letter from Mom, on the way back a mattress fell from a taxi in front of us. Tonight the Blakely’s took us and the Joneses to eat at Marinos. A man fell while we were eating. A piece of board fell over and it sounded like a gun. We heard that Mr. Spurlock a pilot in Zaire crashed and died.
Mom was exercising her talent in cooking again. People who say God could never use my talent on the mission field have never placed their feet under our table. Mom’s cooking and the atmosphere of love that surrounded her kitchen drew people into our home from miles around. Some just came for the chow but most came for the wisdom that bubbled forth with each helping of home cooked victuals.
Dad was always trying to help the local churches help themselves. He learned early that people have to have some part in helping grow their church or they will not be faithful. This is a good lesson for congregations here in the USA also.
Traveling anywhere in Kenya was always and adventure. From falling beds to impromptu road block you never really knew what a trip would bring.
Marinos was one of the nicer places to eat in Nairobi I can personally attest to the quality of the food that they put on the table. That statement bears quite a lot of weight since it came from a Duncan known connoisseur.
July 30, 2007
Thursday July 30th, 1981
This morning the Harrell family went to Twiga Lodge to goggle. M.G. and I went walking on the beach. Ken went down to the Lasses and their daughter Kim cut his hair. Ros mixed up dough for hamburger buns and I rolled them out. After lunch we went out to the Mosque near the beach. The waves there were so strong that I couldn’t stand up. Even M.G. and Ken had a hard time. Tonight I fixed lobster therimodor for supper. Ros fixed lemon ice box pie. Tonight Ken had a date with Kim Lasse.
One of the great things about the Kenyan coast is the reef structure. While not the Barrier reef in Australia, Kenya boast’s some fantastic underwater sights that must be seen.
The Indian Ocean can also pack a wallop when it comes to body surfing. Dad and I have ridden some mean waves so if these gave us a hard time they must have been humongous.
Of all the recipes that Mom used over the years this is one of my favorites. Dad still has the recipe and I will do my best to include it in an upcoming post.
Many years have passed since I received this haircut but I sincerely hope that payment for the service was not a fun filled night with me on a date. If that is the case, and I am so cheap it could be, I owe Kim Lasse an apology and probably some back interest!
July 28, 2007
Thursday July 29th, 1982
This morning when I woke up at 7:00am I went into the living room to turn down the air conditioner and I found our guest, Samuel Kiboza from Uganda down on his knees praying beside the bed. M.G. took his suit to get it cleaned for him. His clothes got lost with the airlines. Too, he showed him through the Kroger Store. M.G. said that he was more amazed about the soap than anything. They went to pick up Stephen and Samuel and met Marilyn Johnson at the White Store near us. They were riding to Morristown with her to meet Don Hill there. Tonight we ate supper at the home of Elbert and Barbara Griffith. Her mother Murnie Loy Holbert and her husband Lynnard were there. Murnie went to school with M.G. They are members of Bob Peak’s church. Sue and Jay came in tonight.
When was the last time you were discovered on your knees in prayer? I am ashamed to say it has been quite a while for me. Once more Mom’s diaries give me instruction for daily living.
I can empathize with Samuel and his lost clothes because most M.K.’s have been though the same experience. Even with today’s computerized tracking stuff still gets lost. Ask Alan about the missing suitcases during his recent trip to see Betsy get married.
Although I have become a little jaded I can still remember wandering the store aisle in New York when we came in on furlough. At the time I could scarce believe there were that many different things you could buy.
Don Hill owns a car business in Kingsport and is also very active in the Gideon’s.
Supper with friends, and the expectation of family arriving round out this day in history
July 28, 2007
Monday July 28th, 1980
Today Ken went into Nairobi to register for the draft. M.G. went to play golf with Ken Schlehr. Today we got a long letter from Andrea and the write-up of the wedding which was in the “Greenville Sun”. It is so nice to hear from them, and to know that they are happy.
Today’s post records two Duncan boys coming of age. I register for the selective service and say by signing that paper that I would willingly bear arms in defense of my country. Next time you see a person that is defending your freedom regardless of your political beliefs please thank them!
Alan also entered into a new dimension of his life with his wife Andrea. He no longer thinks of what he wants or needs but what we want or need. We fast forward to today and see this scene played out again with Alan’s eldest daughter. If we could see in Andrea’s journal now I would bet she echoes the very words Mom penned that day.
July 27, 2007
Wednesday July 27th, 1966
This morning I had M.G. take me to the vegetable market. Then I waited at the school until he finished his Bible class. I had Dorsie, Marshall, and their family for lunch. I had barbequed warthog, mashed potatoes, peas, slaw, cheese muffins, ice tea, coffee, and chocolate cake. Today was the day for us to go and view Alan’s work at school and to pick up his grades. His teacher said that he was doing fine except for being careless. At 5 o’clock Alan and Ken went to a birthday party at some British friend’s house. When we went to pick them up, they kept insisting that we have a drink. Marshall and I politely declined.
I wonder if I can find the recipe for barbequed warthog. I would bet Buddy’s BBQ would be willing to put it on the menu.
Looks like Alan had a banner day at school except for that “careless” remark. Alan always was a quick learner. Even today he can remember faces and names much better that me.
Christ calls us to live in the world but not be of the world. Some of our friend’s in Mombasa could never understand why we did not want to join them for drinks. When Mom and Dad accepted the call to missions they placed themselves under some very strict guidelines. Dad has always told us kids that it is hard to tell someone about the bread of life with a drink in your hand. Had I not followed this “no drinking” policy I am sure I would have gotten into much more trouble growing up. I guess it is a good thing that “the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”
July 26, 2007
Saturday July 26th, 1969
This morning M.G., Kenny, Edna, and I went to the grocery store. Alan wasn’t feeling good so he stayed home. This afternoon M.G., Syd, and I went to look at some houses for the Hills who will be out in August. We saw only one that had possibilities. Tonight we had Monty for supper. I had broiled fish, baked potatoes, tossed salad, fruit, and chocolate cake. Tonight I washed my hair. The boys wanted to go to the late movie, but we wouldn’t let them go for it was too late for them to be out.
I picked this day to post because it explains like no other I have yet found the folly of youth. At this time I was not yet nine years old and Alan, only 21 months older than me, could not legally get behind the wheel of a car. Yet we wanted to attend the late movie. We had obviously not thought through our plan before we presented it because it went down quickly in flames. Alan and I got to drown our sorrows in Mom’s chocolate cake and although not first prize this delicacy did help ease the burden of the missed movie!
July 25, 2007
Sunday July 25th, 1977
Limuru and Malindi, Kenya
This morning I got up at 4:30am and we left for Malindi at 6:15. We arrived in Mombasa at 12:15pm which was a record for arrival time for us. We ate our picnic lunch in the back yard of the Chui Road Baptist house. A couple of missionary families from Ethiopia are in there at the present. We arrived at Malindi around 3:00pm. The boys and Marlene rode the waves and swam in the pool awhile. We talked to the Jones family. Tom, Nancy, Charles and Francis, M.G. and I all ate at the same table. The six children sat together. The waiter called Ken a “Mama” which he didn’t like too much.
Six hours from Limuru to Mombasa was good time. Even though the trip was only 300 or so miles there are no interstates in Kenya.
Marlene, Alan’s girlfriend at the time must have joined us on this vacation. Alan and I have been taught to ride waves by one of the best in the business, Marshall Duncan. Malindi was a great place to bodysurf and I sure we worked up an appetite for the evening meal at the hotel.
That brings us to the point in the story where I unfortunately claimed the title “Mama”. Alan has a better memory for things like this but as I recall this is the way things happened. We were at a table with just us kids and the waiter was serving French fries to me and as I said I had worked up an appetite. He kept waiting for me to say stop and I never did till the plate was empty. My next door neighbor Tommy was next in line and when he said he would like some fries the waiter pointed in my direction and said, “Mama took them all!” My long hair and boyish skin had convinced this guy that I was a girl. Needless to say I was mortified and had to suffer gales of laughter from my brother and Tommy the rest of the trip. Long hair has always been a sore spot with Dad and this incident did more to convince me to cut my curly locks than all the preaching heretofore.