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Pictorial Essay ~ My Autobiography ~ In the Jungle

I am re posting this for new readers as I have had several emails asking about my life.


 Part Three;
Home life in the jungle.

Cutting a jungle trail.
Josh, Yekwanaman with Jayde on back, Indian Daughter Woodi, Jackie, and Jewel

Making camp
Notice blue portacrib!

Jackie leads the Way!
Followed by Josh, Jungle Mom, Jewel and Woodi.

A family meal on the trail.

A road trip through Pemon territory.

Beginning to build The Jungle Hut

Putting on the palm roof.

Jungle Mom and Baby Jayde are happy to be behind screens!

While doing all laundry by hand in the river,
we learned why indian babies don't wear much clothing!

Washing hammocks is hard work!!!
Jungle Mom with Woodi.

A very happy day for Jungle Mom!!!!

My clothes lines worked great...except for during rainy season,
which lasts 6 months out of the year!

Our jungle closet. Less is best!

The famous water bed!
Frame is for mosquito netting.

Josh moves into the loft to get away from sisters!!

Life is good!

Part Four:
Serving the Tribe

Providing Aviation Support.
Hangar in Ciudad Bolivar.

Transporting indian patients.

Yekwanaman learning the language
and culture from the chief.

Jungle Mom visiting with the ladies
to learn the language.

Entertaining guests in The Jungle Hut.
( The animal is a baby wild pig.)

Teaching the Word.

Yekwanaman and Victor,
Translating the Bible into the Ye'kwana language.

Providing Emergency Medical Care.

Delivering babies and providing vaccinations.

Building Dispensaries.

Fighting malaria through fumigation,
blood testing and medicines.

Jungle Mom teaching hygiene class.

Teaching literacy.
Children learn to read both Ye'kwana and Spanish.

Build schools and train teachers.
Education provides protection from abuse!

Help provide food for hungry children.

Provide and repair Short Wave radios
for communication.

And the church goes forth!

to be continued..

Pictorial Essay ~ My Autobiography

I am re posting this for new readers as I have had several emails asking about my life.
Part One~ My Youth

Born in California

To a wonderful Christian Family

Survived Middle School
( Barely!)

Did the Big Hair in College
( The 80's )

Became a teacher

Married a Marine

Part Two~ Motherhood and Missions

First Child
Daughter Jackie

Move to Mexico

Our Church in Queretaro, Mexico




Move to Venezuela
Son, Josh, is Born

Teaching Sunday School
Cabudare, Venezuela

First Furlough to the USA
Children meet Mickey Mouse

Return to Venezuela

First trip into Jungle

Jungle Hike

Third Child
Daughter, Jewel

Teaching Ladies Bible Study

Begin Home Schooling

Teaching other Missionary Kids
(An accident with ink!)

Fourth Child,
Daughter Jayde

To be continued... (tomorrow ~Jungle Life begins)

The Things I See...

 While watching television in  Ciudad del Este,  Paraguay, one might wonder what is the native language of the country.

 We also had Portuguese channels from Brazil, Telesur, from Venezuela, and a few Paraguayan channels as well. There were, by far, more Asian and Arabic channels than any other language groups.

Spying on my children

 Also known as lurking around their Face book pages, hehehe....

I find it is easier to keep up with my grown children by checking out their posts on Face Book. Very interesting stuff that never seems to come up in emails or phone calls. So I have become a spy! I spy on their Face Book and in this way, I am in on all the nitty gritty. You have to keep from commenting too much, because, well, that's just not cool!

So today I thought I would share with you some of the interesting things I am finding on Jewel's Face Book. In case you do not know, Jewel is a freshman at a small Baptist college in Florida.

It seems she has become a Super Hero and learned how to fly!

Is this from the Biology class I am paying for?

Ok....Arts and Crafts? Hey, at least its not a tattoo!

I'm going with Folk Dances...

 Economics????

 When did she travel west???

And , meet 'Screech' the school mascot!

Do I even want to know????

     Interesting ....                                                                 Hopefully, this is not a fashion design class...

BUT,this series of photos left me most concerned!

Ok! I promise! No more spying!

It Seemed Like a Good Idea

A blogging, missionary friend of mine, Brendas Blog from Paraguay does a series on her blog with this title and I decided to join her with some of my past stories which will fall under the title well enough.

 This is my friend ,Theda Dawson, in front of a Mission Aviation Fellowship plane

on the air strip in the village where she lived and worked at the time.

I recently was reminded  by another missionary, Theda Dawson, of the time I had a root canal in her jungle home. That's right, a root canal in a mud and stick house with a palm roof in a Yanomamo village. You see, a dentist was visiting from Puerto Rico and he offered to do it for free. I needed it, he offered, so...

I sat myself down in the middle of a room full of half naked indians, chewing tobacco and spitting it on the floor as they chattered on. They spoke Guiaca, so I had no idea what they might be saying.

 It went quite well, considering. I did not have too much pain and after the root canal we loaded up in a speed boat and headed down river to a Ye'kwana village where we would spend the night. I did fine until night when the Novocain wore off. I spent the night in my hammock tossing and turning which kept everyone else up. In a jungle home built of poles which are all tied together, when one persons swings his hammock, the poles shake and everyone swings with them, others are not always appreciative!

The next day we loaded up in a Cessna, piloted by a missionary friend, to fly to the relative civilization of Puerto Ayacucho. As we began to climb to gain elevation...I knew I was in BIG trouble. The higher we  climbed, the more pain I was in. Tears began to squeeze out of my eyes and I began to bang on the door repeatedly in pain.

That was when I learned that one should not travel in an unpressurized plane immediately after major dental work. My tooth began to grow! and GROW! AND GROW! It was so big it was about to explode and take my head with it!

Eventually, I was able to make the pilot hear me and he tried to fly as low as possible. Unfortunately, the mountain ranges refused to lower themselves and we had to climb repeatedly to cross them. I began to consider the possibilities available for constructing a parachute and taking up sky diving.

About that time, I heard another pilot talking on the radio. He had a young indian girl on his plane headed to the same town. She was having complications with her labor and needed an emergency flight to the hospital. I could hear her screaming in the back ground. Poor thing! After hearing her, I refused to scream, but I did cry and kept right on banging that door. It probably still has a dent in it...

As we neared  town,  we descended to land and  the pain also became less intense. Even so, I went straight to the pharmacy for some pain medication and I never flew again for at least 3 days after I had any dental work, even just a cleaning!

I hate dental work under normal circumstances, and I can not recall why I would have decided to go through a root canal in one sitting, no x-ray machines, in a jungle hut. Maybe one of the witch doctors cursed me to have a lapse of judgment.? Or maybe I was just a poor missionary who really needed free dental work?

Whatever the reason, it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Guilty as Charged

One of the great uses of Twitter and Facebook will be to prove at the Last Day that prayerlessness was not from lack of time.-- John Piper