It runs in the Family

My youngest brother is currently serving a misison in the Raleigh North Carolina mission. My father regularly copies the letters he sends home to the blog, for the entire Internets to see.In his last entry he says

And the last two Mondays have been right after 2 major holidays (Christmas and New Year’s Day), making the Monday a working holiday and those closing off all of the public buildings. So, all I’ve been stuck with is snail mail, showing how tough it was for the pioneers of missionary work (Chris and Gordon).

That’s right! Why back in my day, we didn’t even have these things called Internet and e-mail, we corresponded via Terodactyl, and we liked it! I mean really, do ya’ll know how long it took to hand write a letter. And then to re-write it so that someone else besides me could read it?!?! It took FOREVER. (Well, FOREVER + 1 Day). I got harshed for finding a word processor/typewriter and writing some letters that may have looked a bit the same, but trust me, they weren’t.

Don’t make me recount the story of how my best friends mom played a evil, evil trick on me while I was in the last months of my mission. I wouldn’t want to make ya’ll cry.

So, later on, Michael says:

So, we proceeded on with the baptism…which had to be done twice! I guess her head didn’t go down all the way.

Once again, Michael is following in my footsteps. I had to baptize one person three times. By the time the third baptism was happening I was determined to make it the last.

And thanks to the fact that water hit people two rows back, I earned the nickname “Shamu”.

But that is another story…