SNOW AND STUFFED SQUIRRELS

We have snow!  Saturday started as your normal, blustery, chilly day with great promise.  When I went for a walk at 7:30,  the clouds were tinged with pink and yellow from the sun struggling to rise above the horizon.  Deceptive.  One forgets how fast the weather can change in Denmark.

Morning sunrise across the lakes

Things went downhill from there.  We went furniture shopping with another couple who, like us, only has Saturdays to run errands.  We trundled from store to store, and the weather got worse and worse.  Of course, the last place we stopped had a little Christmas shop set up outside in a tent.  We were just dumb enough to go inside to look for a small Christmas tree.  Outside, the wind was just waiting to belt us with sleet as we left.  It captured our very breath, swirled it up and away and then went after any loose hair and clothing.  Struggling to open the car doors in the wind, we finally wrestled our way in, and collapsed in a heap of dripping coats and boots, and headed home.  By evening,  and after all the teasing, the weather finally got down to business and snowed in earnest.   

We ventured out into the twirling whiteness and watched fat, wet flakes hit our coats and drop to our feet in instant slush.  The lighted dome on the beautiful old theater down at the corner lit the tornado of flakes careening around the spires and rooftops.  Plunging down into darkness, the flakes disappeared until they swarmed past the street lights in a giddy effort to stay afloat as long as possible.  By the time we got home, we were wet halfway to our knees.  It was worth it.  A side note:  I bought a down coat made for the cold of Russia.  I know.  Bring it on, Denmark.  Let's see what you got.

Last Saturday we went to a Loppemarked at a place called The Forum.  It is an unbelievably huge flea market.  I've heard that if you decide to rent a booth space, you call all your family and friends and they bring you all their stuff to sell.  I believe it.  Every possible thing you can imagine lying around in your house, antique or not, that you don't want, is up for grabs here.

 Hundreds of booths on the ground floor and more all around the balcony.  I mean.  You could spend hours and hours.  Just wanted to show you a few of our favorite finds

Trolls and stuffed critters.  Both very big here.  ???

Yes, you see right.  A Red Pig Candle-holder.   I was assured that it is truly a Swedish antique.

This sign originally hung at a railroad station.  Printed on both sides and made to hang with chains.

Did we buy something?  Well, yes we did.  The owner swore this Copenhagen sign is 100 years old and I told him that if I find it's mass-produced and shows up everywhere, I would come find him.

Amager Gren - Primary of 5

On a more spiritual note:
Today we had our primary program.  This is our primary.  What do you think, Ruth?   And they did the whole program by themselves.  Lots of opportunities to talk and sing. It was beautiful and brought tears to the eyes. The testimonies of these little ones comes from, and goes straight to the heart.  The theme was "I Know That My Savior Loves Me."  How could he not?

STAV CONFERENCE AND LIVER PATE'

This has been a different kind of week.  We started off last Sunday with Stake Conference.  Our stake is about 20 minutes from here and covers half of Denmark.  Yes.  We are a two-stake country.  Inside, I was surprised to see the seating going clear to the stage in the cultural hall and lots of families of all ages.  Kids bouncing up and down and clusters of  members catching up with friends they seldom see. Watching everyone stream in on Sunday was just like a typical conference in Utah except many come by bus and train here.  It's all in Danish so headphones are passed out to us foreigners and someone translates live.  It's a little noisy in the cultural hall, the sound isn't good and the video transmission from the pulpit  is grainy.  Does this sound familiar to anyone?

One young man told a story of his return to church.  He had been active and served a mission then had drifted away to the point where he wondered how he had ever believed. But,  life has a way of punching you in the ribs sometimes and  he was faced with some sort of crisis.  He was upset enough to try prayer. He prayed and asked God, "Do you remember me?"  After his prayer, he reached for his Book of Mormon which he hadn't touched in years and was impressed to read a little. A great feeling of peace, comfort and healing came over him as he read.  Astonished, he expected the feeling to fade away, but instead, it lasted for weeks and caused him to return to activity with the blessing of his wife who is not a member.  What a great lesson!  When we don't invite or even shut the Lord out of our lives, he lets us struggle on our own.  But the minute we ask,  he responds to lift and help us with our burdens.  Why are we so stubborn to not turn to him and let him "take our burdens and make them light?"  He can't be our Savior unless we let him.  I've thought about it all week and have passed a few things I have been struggling with on my own over to Him and boy does it feel good!!!!  What a blessing.

 I have been trying for weeks to track down members who speak Urdu and Arabic for the president. We have investigators who want to ask questions to someone who speaks their language.  I've talked to the Area Translation department in Frankfurt, the Berlin Germany Mission, folks in Salt Lake City (many folks in Salt Lake City) the MTC, and e-mailed a bunch more.  Nada.  And, when the mission phone is not working (down for 3 days),  and I can only talk to Utah from about 4 pm to 5 pm our time (how dare they sleep when I need them)  ARGGHHH.    Frustrating.  So, we're sitting at dinner at a member's house today with six Elders and I mention to the AP's that I am searching for these unusual language speakers who are members.  Elder Reimschussel casually says, "Oh.  I know a couple of Arabic speaking members here in Denmark."  IN OUR MISSION.  WHAT? Then Elder Mogensen pipes up,  "Yeah.  And there is a couple in Søderberg who speak Urdu.  Baptized last year. IN OUR MISSION.  WHAT?  Even know their names.  No words.  I simply have no words.

Then, I spent Friday on the phone with the area Lawyer in Frankfurt trying to figure out 3 different immigration paperwork mix-ups so we can keep some missionaries in Denmark who are about to be given their LEAVE NOW papers.  Crazy.  Two couples and one sister.  I have scanned and e-mailed a boatload of documents to Germany.  By the way, the Area lawyer is from Preston and Elder Buxton has known him for years.  He works with 31 countries on immigration. A job I would not want. Small world.

Here are some pictures from our dinner today.

Elder Reimschussel and Elder Zeigler (Swiss) multi-tasking.  Peeling eggs and chatting with our hostess, Sister Clawsen.  The members are so great here to feed the starving Elders and couples.  Then when you leave, they send bags of food with you  for the week.

L to R:  Brother Clawson, Elder Reimschussel, Elder Mogensen, Elder Fairbanks, Elder Bishopp, Elder Zeigler, Elder Buxton, Elder Porter and Sister Clawsen.  Typical Danish meal with 8 kinds of meat and fish (very thinly sliced), about the same number  of mustard and mayo-type sauces to put on top, beets, eggs and cheese, cucumbers and red peppers.  You pile all this on bread and eat with a fork.  Oh yes, and frikadeller.  If you come visit, you will have frikadeller.  (Danish meatballs).  Anyone ever had head-cheese or liver pate'?  

Marble Collection

I swear every Dane has a collection of something.  As if they have room for One More Thing.  Brother Clawsen collects marbles.  I know you're thinking, "Marbles can't take up that much space."  Well, they can if you have a hundred big jars of them.  Strung out in a double row along the window and separated by color, they shine like captured jewels in the light.  If it were sunny, you'd need shades.  Jars also line a bedroom ledge and others are tucked in among Royal Copenhagen figurines and family photos on every surface in the living room.  

One final note.  We are so saddened by the terrorist attacks in Paris.  We are glad the missionaries are safe there and pray for those families who have lost loved ones in this senseless tragedy.   We were instructed here to stay away from large crowd events and to not wear our name tags while traveling for the week-end.  We are all praying for the hatred and strife to be tempered in the world.  Such turmoil.  Such a need for the gospel.

FALL IN COPENHAGEN

Fall has found its way to Copenhagen.  It sneaked in so slowly that it caught us unawares.  The days are subtley different now; shorter, colder and darker.   Often, a misty fog comes in the night on cat paws and floats around the spires and steeples so we can hardly see across the lakes.  Church bells are muffled and a fine mist saturates the air, frizzing my hair and fogging my glasses.  The morning can brighten and be sunny, or stay damp, misty or even drizzly all day. Trees are turning all shades of gold and rust and big, leathery leaves swirl in the wind, packing the walkways and stacking up against the hedges.

Fall trees along the lake.

This looks like paint, but is actually soft, brilliant green moss.

Ivy-twined buildings dressed in maroon, scarlet and green

Bikers still brave the wind and riders are buttoned, gloved and scarfed.  The scarves are a sight: soft, fuzzy, huge, boa-like wraps made for chin tucking in the stiff breezes that barrel down the canyon-like streets.  Men wear a smaller version.

This rider is wearing a small scarf.

Babies are swaddled and bundled in buggies (big London nanny-type buggies) or zipped into these tent-like contraptions which are actually the front of the bike.  They swivel to maneuver easily.  Genius.

And, you'd think all the groceries and flower shops would pull the flowers inside for warmth.  Not so. Flowers still crowd in bunches outside every grocery like a summer party.  I shiver for them, but love seeing them. I bought a huge bunch of Gerber Daisies last week.  I felt so Danish.  These Danes resist winter and use every excuse to linger outdoors.  Blankets draped on cafe chairs help extend outdoor dining well into the fall, and some eateries have gas jets hissing warmth as well. Any bit of sunlight draws a street crowd, which disappears with the sun.  Everyone tells me this fall has been very mild, but they are expecting a harsh winter.

This out-door seating is roomy, but some of these outside areas are crowded in front of cafes on tiny, little sidewalks.  It doesn't seem to bother them at all that people edging by are brushing their shoulders and bumping their elbows as they eat.  

FROZEN AT THE BUS STOP

Just for the record.  If we have to travel to church by bus all winter long, this Hustru will not be attending.  Amen.....  Well, maybe not.  I don't mind going by bus,  but if I have to stand more than 5 minutes in the cold,  I start freezing from my toes up and in 10 minutes, you can chip me off the sidewalk and use me to cool your Pepsi. And today was chilly and humid and we had to stand and wait for two different buses while the  water in the air dampened us like a cold sauna.  Is there such a thing as 120% humidity?   I won't even mention what the humidity does to my hair.  Cat fur comes to mind.

So, we invited the sweetest little lady to church with us today and we can't take her by car because the mission has this liability thing that does not allow us to drive anyone but missionaries anywhere.  The only alternative was Bus or Metro.  We picked the bus.  Buses are everywhere in Copenhagen and the stop is not far from our apartment, but it was late, so we missed our connecting bus and had to wait. Sunday the buses are not so frequent, so if one driver is 8 minutes late it multiplies your wait time down the line.  Bless.  So here we are at the bus stop with half-awake city folk, lots of smokers and Halloweeners (adult, costumed  and a day late ? ?)  drifting by.

We were late for church and sneaked in before the sacrament which Elder Buxton was supposed to bless, by the way. Feeling a bit bedraggled, I struggled to pay attention.  It was fast meeting, sometimes not the best meeting for non-members, but the branch came through.  Sweet, sweet testimonies and a great spirit.  Mia, our friend, surprised us with her beautiful voice.  She is pixie tiny and partially paralyzed, but can belt out a good Mormon hymn with the best of them.  Her spirit is so strong, and for all her problems, she is happy and positively jubilant when she sings.

She has been to church off and on for a few years, but likes the idea of attending a small branch and was perfectly comfortable.  We're hoping she will come often. The big problem is that she must travel by bus and has to change busses to get here, so it takes a real effort for her.  She loves the church, but has a Catholic heart. She does not attend the Catholic church at all, but has Hungarian Catholic roots with all that deep tradition.  Oh, by the way, she speaks Danish, English, German and some Hungarian.

We have eaten with Mia several times and she is just thrilled to cook for us.  How she pulls off fixing a meal is truly amazing to watch.  One arm is totally paralyzed.  One of Mia's specialties is Ægkage (egg cake).  She's quite a wizard with spices.  Really yummy.  She also bakes her own bread and is helping me next Saturday make some gluten-free bread.  With her generous soul, she would make such a good Mormon and we are praying that she will feel the spirit of the gospel in her life and realize the blessings of becoming a member of the church. 

Mia´s famous Ægkage

  

This is the view from Mia's one-room apartment which she shares with Benzai, her dog. This view is a fitting background for the classical music that floats and shimmers in the air in her apartment.  She loves the Mormon Tabernacle Choir AND her vocal specialty is Gregorian Chants.  Yeah.  She sings them.  The Danish love their theater, ballet and classical music.  It's a bit of a cultural shock sometimes for these down- home Mendonites.

Oh and by the way, Mia is a miracle with flowers.  Check out her balcony flower boxes.  Inside, her windows are filled with pots of paper- thin lilies, bright pink, ruffle- leafed amaryllis, and other lush, glossy plants with nary a dead leaf.  She does not like her picture taken, but maybe I can sneak her in later.