Friday, August 26, 2016

Photo Friday [150]

Happy Friday!

It's a public holiday: National Day of Repentance, so no work or school here today.  However, we will do our first show of Steel Magnolias tonight - yay!!  I've been really busy this week with rehearsals, so not many photos for you - sorry.


 We taught this guy to play Risk this week, after his begging wore us down.  He really liked it, and actually got the whole concept really well.  We decided, however, that the reason it's probably rated age 10+ is more for the fact that a 6-year-old maybe can't handle the emotional ups and downs of stunning victory in one turn, followed almost immediately by near-annihilation of one's army.  (Because I've been gone every evening this week, we haven't actually finished his first game yet.  We took photos of the board and said we'd conclude it at a later time.  So he might still have a chance to win.)



Brian planned a little backyard marshmallow roast one evening:





Snow boots were the favorite fashion accessories of the week.  When some Canadian friends handed them down to us, I was sure they would never see use.  I guess I was wrong!

Friday, August 19, 2016

Photo Friday [149]

Happy Friday!

This guy found a marble in the woodpile.  It's been quite a while since he's voluntarily allowed me to take photos of him, so I had to "snap up" the opportunity. 






Then, apparently, the strain was too much, and he had to collapse on the ground:





Watching a cartoon on the tablet.




She's loving the super hero cape right now.



Painting the pantry/office with some of the leftover house paint.

Friday, August 12, 2016

Photo Friday [148]




Greg at the clinic.  We had a bit of excitement last weekend when Greg accidentally ingested something he shouldn't have.  You can see from the photo though that it didn't cause him any discomfort.  Instead, he was thrilled at the prospect of having an x-ray done.  Fun times!  We spent the weekend watching and waiting, and hoping that we wouldn't end up on a plane to Australia, but the x-ray on Monday showed no metal objects in his innards, so everything turned out all right!


Kate has become very assertive when it comes to fashion.  Brian tried to get her dressed, but she really liked her p.j.'s and didn't want to change.  She ran from the room, carrying the pajamas, and then tried to put them back on by herself.


I think she didn't do that bad of a job for 20 months... let's just say she is much more interested in learning to dress herself than the boys ever were!



Friday is picnic lunch day at Greg's school.  Every other day he packs a lunch, but on Fridays, rain or shine, we join the other families for an outdoors lunch on the school grounds.  The kids love it, because they usually get special treats like juice boxes or those Pringles that you see Kate stuffing her face with.

'Till next week!

Friday, August 5, 2016

Photo Friday [147]


This week at the Frey house:

We have tons of little lizards in and around our house, but this one was a different kind, and definitely the biggest we've seen.  Caleb really wanted to catch and keep it, but I convinced him to just let me take a photo instead.

  

This is what occupies most of my time right now.  The community theater group is putting on Steel Magnolias, and I've got the part of Shelby.  The performances are at the end of the month... and I've got a lot of lines to memorize.  (And yes, real scripts were ordered - they just haven't arrived yet, so we're working off of photocopies until they get here).


Intestinal worms are a fact of life here in PNG, and periodically we de-worm the whole family.  This round at least two members of the family have been liberated of parasites so far, which was very interesting for the boys.  (Yes, everyone had a look! - sorry, TMI!!).  Brian took the opportunity to whip out the handy Where There is no Doctor and to explain to the boys about fecal-oral transmission and the importance of washing hands and trimming fingernails.  One boy thought it was fascinating, and the other boy was pretty grossed out.  Hopefully it lends itself to more diligent hand washing!



Backyard swings are very popular right now, especially with Kate.  Well... she just wants to do whatever the boys are doing.  Her favorite phrase lately has been "me too!!"




House painting should be done today - hooray!!  Five weeks... but I'm very happy with how it turned out.  Probably can't tell much from the photo, but it looks a lot better, and I am loving new screens on all my windows.


Wednesday, August 3, 2016

Urat New Testament Dedication



Well, I said there would be a lot of pictures... and I wasn't lying!  (Believe it or not, I really restrained myself only posting this many!)   This past weekend I (Susan) attended the dedication of the Urat New Testament, while Brian stayed at home with the kids.


To give you an idea of my travels, here is a map, showing approximate locations.  We flew from Ukarumpa to the town of Wewak (a 90-minute flight in a Kodiak) and then rode in the back of a big truck for six hours to get to the Urat language area.
 

 We got to the airstrip at 6am, and were greeted by this dismal sight.  We all know that the planes can't take off until the ridge at the end of the runway is visible.  So we sat and waited.  Someone reported to us that they had just been at the market in Ukarumpa, just a short hop away, and it was bright and sunny there!



Finally ready to go, an hour past our scheduled departure.  There were two plane-loads of folks from Ukarumpa going to the dedication.


This was our transport to the village.  We were pleasantly surprised to find that we got padded seats in the back of the truck!  Those black-wrapped boxes under the seats are the Bibles.  We had 25 people in the back of the truck, which meant that we had the benches along each side packed, plus four people sitting on cargo on the floor.

I'm not going to say that the trip was pleasant, because it wasn't.  But it wasn't that bad.  It helped that most everyone had a good sense of humor about the whole situation!

 
We ran into a funeral convoy along the way.  That's a police Landcruiser behind us. We fingured that it must have been an important person who died, judging by the amount of cars in the convoy and the fact that they had two police vehicles escorting them.


 
No rest stops along the way, so the truck stopped along a lonely stretch of the highway so that we could stretch our legs and take care of any business in the tall grass.


Photo taken at another stop along the road.


 It was nearly dark when we finally reached the village where we would eat our dinner.



After we had eaten, I was dropped off at another village with seven other ladies - either single women or traveling without husbands.  This is the house that we stayed in for two nights.  We were spoiled to have a flush toilet and a shower downstairs with rain tank water, though no electricity.  We slept on the floor under mosquito nets.


The next morning the dedication wasn't slated to begin until 10am, but I walked the two kilometers to the site early with the videographer and helped her get footage and interviews.

 
 All of the villages we saw were beautiful.  


A women returning from market with unsold bananas.  This same type of traditional basket would be used later during the ceremony for bringing the Bibles.


We watched a group of dancers get ready for their sing-sing.



 


 Young and old got to participate.



Each language group has their own unique style of traditional dress.  I'd never before seen headdresses like the men wore.


Those are Bibles packed into a traditional basket.



The two main translators.






At last, (closer to noon than to 10:00), the celebration was ready to start!


The sing-sing group led a procession about 200 meters through the village, bringing the Bibles and the invited guests to the grandstand.



 The waitskin meri carrying a basket of New Testaments is Hilka, the Finnish translation advisor.


A happy crowd.

The dedication itself consisted of lots and lots of speeches, another sing-sing group, a choir, and a drama.  It was more than four hours long.







At the very end, a pastor from each denomination came forward to pray over the New Testaments to dedicate them.

 
 
A crowd eager to purchase their own copies of the New Testament.






One woman told us that although she couldn't read Urat yet, she was eager to learn, and was looking forward to a promised adult literacy class.


I was so thankful that I was able to witness this celebration, but most of all I'm so happy for the Urat people, who finally have the Word in their language 40 years after the translation began.  As I "looked forward" to the bumpy and dusty six-hour return trip int he truck the next day, I thought that my road wasn't nearly as long as the one the Urat translators had traveled!