The Rest of the Funeral Story

This is a continuation of yesterday's funeral story (Sandy says I need to identify this as my blog).

As we traveled the road to the funeral location, we rounded a corner to this sight. Immediate concerns were that the entire road was blocked and we would not make it to the funeral at all. But as we got closer we noticed cars were coming towards us.

It appears that these are bags of fertilizer and there was a crew of 10-15 men lugging the bags to the side of the road and then dashing back for another bag. They appeared to be heavy judging by the way they struggled under the load. Not sure what caused the load to spill. We were grateful the truck choose a road junction to tip.
And speaking of roads, this is just one of the many decisions a driver gets to make every day he drives: which way is the best way to go. There is always the good, better and best path; the difficulty, as in life, is knowing which one is the best - and we usually don't know until we try one. Guess that is what life is all about: learning from our mistakes. 4-wheel drive makes this process easier, similar to having the gospel in our lives: it can provide the extra needed help when we make poor choices.

We are almost there! Note where the pedestrians are walking in relation to the car. The extra path down the middle is where the bikes go.
Here are five of the Relief Society sisters cutting up the fatted calf that had been slaughtered for the occasion. It was later cooked with lots of other yummy delights to be eaten by all that attended. The RS president is the one in white. She joined the church while visiting her sister in Switzerland and then returned home to serve a mission in Kenya

This little girl was not happy that her mom wasn't being attentive to her needs; so mom just placed her on her back and went about rolling out and cutting the mendazi (fry bread). You will notice that there is no back back, lessa, or wrap to hold the child in place; she has learned how to hang on.
Here is part of the plate scrapping crew hard at work prior to the dishes being washed.
Looks like a church dance, all the women sitting against the wall waiting to be asked out! Look out for the one with the name tag she looks like trouble.
The End!