Sunday, October 23, 2011
Love this little emee. In Relief Society we were talking about the blessings of the temple. Her sweetheart has passed away. She said, " I am too old to go to the temple. (she's 73) I said, "No you're not." We talked about the Temple Patron Fund. Her biggest concern was that she would have to sell her cow. I told her I didn't think the Lord would require her to sell the cow. She finally said, "Next year". I thought of Fiddler on the Roof and Yenta's ever statement, "Next year in Jerusalem." For emee it is "Next year in Hong Kong."
This is Bolor-tuya. She plays the morin khuur. She is the first chair in her orchestra and has won many medals. Her family hates her music and she comes to the church to practice. She plays very well. She says that the sound isn't very good because this is a student instrument. It is classic Mongolian music.
This cute little fellow became....
The building is heated by coal. There is a fellow who keeps the fire going. He comes or stays all night to have the building warm for seminary. Hence, the cot in the furnace room. The tires are the extra tires that we travel with. Some kids were trying to steal them so they brought them in the church.
This is efficient baggage handling. It's cold outside so you just hand the bags through the window!
This little darling was being escorted to UB by her two emee's. Her mother had gone by car and they were bringing this little cutie. The grandparents here really raise the children. The mom's work and the grandparents take the kids to and from school and tend the younger ones. I love the traditional clothing worn by the older Mongolians. I am afraid that with the next generation this will be lost...except for holidays. It is so fun to walk down the street and see the colorful dels and hats. I love it.
This little darling was being escorted to UB by her two emee's. Her mother had gone by car and they were bringing this little cutie. The grandparents here really raise the children. The mom's work and the grandparents take the kids to and from school and tend the younger ones. I love the traditional clothing worn by the older Mongolians. I am afraid that with the next generation this will be lost...except for holidays. It is so fun to walk down the street and see the colorful dels and hats. I love it.
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