Memorial Day

Usually we just ignore holidays while in Africa and try to live in the schedule of life we find here. But yesterday both Farrell and I thought all day about family and friends and all the pleasure and joy of living in the good ol' USA.

I wish everyone could live outside of our great nation for a while and have the opportunity of really missing the basic goodness of the a place that we call home. It is so much better to fill your glass half full instead of half empty, to spend your time building instead of tearing down, to support the positive and let the Lord take care of the negative. Never forget there is a plan. . .

"The Standard of Truth has been erected. No unhallowed hand can stop the work from progressing. Persecutions may rage, mobs may combine, armies may assemble, calumny may defame. But the truth of God will go forth boldly, nobly, and independent till it has penetrated every continent, visited every clime, swept every country, and sounded in every ear, until the purposes of God shall be accomplished and the Great Jehovah will say, ‘The work is done." (Joseph Smith)

"Generally speaking, the most miserable people I know are those who are obsessed with themselves; the happiest people I know are those who lose themselves in the service of others...By and large, I have come to see that if we complain about life, it is because we are thinking only of ourselves." (GBH)

"Stop seeking out the storms and enjoy more fully the sunlight." (GBH)

"It isn't as bad as you sometimes think it is. It all works out. Don't worry. I say that to myself every morning. It all works out in the end. Put your trust in God, and move forward with faith and confidence in the future. The Lord will not forsake us. He will not forsake us. If we will put our trust in Him, if we will pray to Him, if we will live worthy of His blessings, He will hear our prayers." (GBH)

"Cultivate an attitude of happiness. Cultivate a spirit of optimism. Walk with faith, rejoicing in the beauties of nature, in the goodness of those you love, in the testimony which you carry in your heart concerning things divine." (GBH)

Got to love Pres. Hinckley and his to the point attitude.

There is not a day goes by here in Africa that someone doesn't tell us that their life goal is to go live in the US. There is a reason for such a desire. We have just become complacent about the life we are allowed to live in our homeland.

So this Memorial Day I salute all those who love America, all those who are working hard to make it a "promised land", all those who vote, volunteer, serve their country and have gratitude in their hearts for what God has given us.


Shame on you who waste your time finding fault, who fuel the fire, who exaggerate the negatives, who perpetuate the rumors and half truths.

So today on Memorial Day I find I have great love for my country, for all those who are seeking to make it better in a positive way, who spend their time in good works.


So, let's go do some good!

Good things happening this week!

Good things this week

We had two baptisms in our ward this week. Elder MacMillan and Elder Andika had a baptism. Sister Carline Tausi Mbatudde.was one excited girl to get baptized. She is a delightful 20 year old who said she did what the scriptures told her to do and prayed to know if all she was being told was true and she got a tender witness that the church was indeed true and if she were to be baptized her life would change for the better.  Carliine was baptized by the Bishop Ojambo.

She bore a tender testimony of how much she loved the scriptures and how she felt so complete when she was reading them. Carline’s mother came to the baptism and expressed her happiness for her daughter as she had seen a change in her, a change that is helping her focus on her future.


Elder Amott and Elder Glad have gone a while without a baptism so they were pretty excited to get Sister Joanita Nagayi to accept the gospel.

Sister Joan was very excited about her baptismal day. She stated that she felt so good inside now that she was baptized. She said she has always been a good person and tried to do good but now she felt her potential was greater and she could accomplish anything with the blessings of the gospel.  Joan was baptized by the first counselor in the bishopric, Sam Katumba

Elder Amott held Sis. Nagayi baby during her baptism

Sister Joan had her two sisters with her and both attended Young Women’s class. I had given the girls a challenge to read the Book of Mormon with me as part of their Personal Progress. There were three members in the class and 4 investigators so it was a good thing I brought some Book of Mormons. I gave them a book, a red marking pencil and a tracker to keep track of what they read. Can’t wait till Sunday to see if they did some reading.

Now more news!
Monday we were sitting at the computer thinking about going to bed and an envelope comes flying under the front door. (there is quite a gap all the way around our front door) When we opened it up there were keys to a new car and a note from Elder Rothy, the financial officer of the mission.  He lives across the hall from us.


Dear Elder and Sister Barlow
Enclosed are your keys for your new 2010 Frontier Nissan. Enjoy every mile! – I keep a suppy of wax and scratch remover in the event you have a mishap. Dents are another topic for another day. Enjoy your relaxing mission in style!
Elder Rothy


Farrell thought it was a joke until we looked outside and saw a brand new silver truck sitting in our parking space. What a surprise. We were not due for a new truck until it was time for us to leave the mission. We had complained about our little red truck as it had no pep and had a difficult time climbing hills and negotiating potholes. It is small and the back seat (where I often ride) is very cramped. So we were very surprised to get a new truck.

Farewell red truck . . .

Seems the AP’s had rolled their truck about a month ago and totaled it so they ordered a new truck to replace it but didn’t want to give it to the young elders.

Yesterday Elder Demery (from Chicago) came down from Gulu to pick up his new companion, Elder Chabane (from South Africa). He was told to come pick up the little red truck and take it to Gulu. They were pretty excited when they picked it up. It looks kinda like a muscle car with a roll bar, a hard body top rack and a bull nose on the front. They were happy to pick up little red and leave their clunker behind.

We are riding in style!

Hanging Memories on the Clothesline

We have great accommodations here in Kampala. We are on the fourth floor of an apartment building of 8 apartments. We have 2 bedrooms and 2 baths. We don’t have air conditioning but we have lots of windows and can open our windows and doors for great cross ventilation. We have a stove that has 2 electric eyes and two gas (propane) burners so we are good even if the power goes out. We have a little washer but no dryer.

Now most people here wash their clothes in a bucket or sink with a great powdered soap called OMO. It is like Oxyclean and works well except on the red mud stains which truly are stains as no matter what you do the mud stains are with you for life.

So, every few days I throw a batch in our little washer and then hang the clothes on a line stretched across our patio. Today when I was hanging out the wash I had a great flashback to my childhood when I use to hang the clothes on the line with my mom. We didn’t have a modern washer or dryer back then but we did have a wringer washer; and I was scared to death I was going to catch my arm in those evil wringers.

But. . back to my nostalgic experience. There I was hanging out the wash and thinking of my mom and all those lessons learned while hanging out the wash.

I remembered having to stand on a wooden box to be able to reach the line, the wooden clothes pins that had to be kept in a bag so they wouldn’t get dirty, the old diaper used to wipe the line off before you hung the clothes, and mom always hoping for a good breeze to snap those sheets and towels in the wind which would assure they were soft and smelled clean and fresh.

(There's a storm rolling into Kampala)

Oh, and then the mad dash out to grab the wash off the line when you saw the storm clouds gathering.

All these ancient memories came to mind as I hung my little one batch wash out this morning. Along with the lessons learned on the proper way to do the wash I started realizing other lessons taught during those times with my mom.

Choose strong anchors for your life:  Hang those clothes by the seams so that they are secure and iit won't stretch the fabric out.

Take pride in your daily work: “I love to have a clean wash with something for everyone to wear – aren’t we blessed Marilyn to have such a beautiful day to do the wash.”

Be prepared: While looking over the white picket fence into the new garden just starting to show the tiny shoots of peas, beans and carrots pushing up through the soil, “Look Marilyn the garden is starting to grow. It won’t be long and we will be canning beans and that will be a good thing because last year’s beans are all gone.”

Patience has its own reward: “Ah, look how pretty the tulips are. Let’s take some in to enjoy in the house. Aren’t we glad we planted those bulbs last fall.

Have joy in being a woman:   Way before woman’s lib mom always looked at her role of mother and wife as a calling, a good place to be, a worthwhile venture.  The wash was a thing to take pride in - a job done well - a service to the family (granted we never appreciated it as we should have).

Just a few of those teaching moments grasped while doing the wash.  Such sweet memories - so many lessons learned when I didn’t even know I was being taught.   Think those day to day chores with your children are just a part of a mother's duties?

Thanks mom for teaching me how to hang clothes on the line.

An Historic Sunday in the South East Africa Area . . .

We got up this morning anxious to go to church. Today was special, no it was history in the making. It was the first time that the members in Uganda would see and listen to a General Conference of our church. Today, all over our region, from Zimbabwe to Ethiopia members were gathering to take part in this historical event. Imagine, every stake, ward and little branch had a TV and a DVD player and were gathering to listen to the prophet speak and for most it was the first time they would see the prophet and not just know him by a picture.


When we arrived at our ward the people were greeting each other, happy to be together and sharing this experience. Our 4 missionaries in our ward were there with investigators in tow and were welcoming everyone. They knew they were having a historical mission experience.

(Elder Andika (Kenya), Elder Amott (Smithfield, UT), Elder Glad (New Jersey) and Elder MacMillan (So. Africa). Very special Elders.) 

We watched the first session. There were many small children in the group but they sat quietly through the full two hours.  - 87 people came to experience this conference.

There was to be a 30 minute break between sessions so we went out into the church yard. After sitting so quiet the children needed a little run and a cookie before they sat through the second session.

We first thought we probably ought to feed everyone lunch between sessions and then realized that if you only eat one meal a day lunch is not a necessity. So we brought cookies and shared them with the children who had not brought a snack with them.

Just as we started the second session the power went out. We waited while they sent someone to get a generator but before they returned the power came back on.

As we listened to the second session we realized that all the talks gave us great comfort. Life is a gift. There are no guarantees and life does bring pain and sorrow but also gives great joy and comfort; sometimes from the same experience. It is all perspective and how much we trust in our Father in Heaven; and how much we rely on our Savior and his great gift.

Doreen, a member of the Young Women’s group in our ward came up to me and showed me her Conference Notebook. Last week I had given each Young Woman a copy of the “Conference Notebook” that Carrie had sent to me. It is a booklet that you write your thoughts and feelings in about conference. There is room to take notes on all the talks and several pre- conference activities to help you get ready to listen. I had noticed several of the young women but none of them had their notebook with them. Then Doreen came up and showed me she had been using her notebook while she watched both sessions. I was so pleased.

I had a chance to meet her mom and I asked her if she was doing personal progress with Doreen. She said no so I took the opportunity to explain to her how good it would be if they worked together on personal progress and experienced the program together.

What a great day! We were really feeling the Spirit and were so glad we could be part of this experience.

As we were leaving the bishop asked if we could help Godfrey get home with his generator. As we were the only car that comes to church it was pretty obvious who was going to help Godfrey.
The Bishop said, “Elder Barlow, it is right on your way so it should not be any problem.” Farrell and Godfrey loaded the generator in the truck with help from the missionaries and we headed out. Now most people don’t drive in Uganda so when they give you directions they are talking from a WALKING perspective. They wait till you are in an intersection before they tell you to turn and have no concept of the difference between a road and a trail.

We started down the road we usually take to go home and then Godfrey had us take a few turns and then a few more. The road got worse at each turn till we were in a rutted trail. Actually we felt quite at home as if we were in the Congo. We were in to the community

(hunger - survival)

and the sights, smells and sounds were right there, we could reach out and touch them through our open windows.

(The Butcher Shop)

We got Godfrey and the generator to his home. The road was so narrow there was only room for one way traffic and impossible to turn around but Godfrey told us to just keep going straight and we would hit the Clock Tower roundabout. Ah. . . we know the Clock Tower roundabout so we were in good shape.

We went straight and kept going straight till we hit a T in the road. No clock tower was in sight. We asked directions and as one man started explaining his ideas another man with great authority told us to go straight and then make a right turn and then when you hit the bridge don’t’ go over it turn right again and then you will reach the Clock Tower. So we followed directions and passed a lovely little church among the shacks and food stalls. We continued on and then we saw the same lovely little church again and the same butcher shop and knew we were really lost.

Now this trek was difficult and we about took out our oil pan twice and on each side of this trail was a big drainage ditch.

So not only did we have to navigate the pot holes but we had no leeway on the sides. We finally saw a boda boda (motorcycle taxi) and asked him how to get to the Clock tower. One of is passengers jumped off and said, “I’m going that way. I’ll show you.” He jumped in the back seat and had us turn around (huh? Turn around where?)

All things are possible.  We got turned around and it wasn’t long before we were at the clock tower.  We were so happy to find a familiar landmark we didn't get a picture of it.   It was only 2 hours since we left the church to haul Godfrey and the generator to his house.  We made it  home, safe and sound.
So there you have it - a very historical Sunday in Uganda.

From the Clan of Mamba

Another spring trek this week.  Well when you have over a hundred springs you got to go see a few.  Farrell always says  "You seldom get what you expect but you usually get what you inspect."  I think he learned that from Earl Holdiing of Sinclair Oil but he is sure it will work here also.

Not much different from our earlier trek except we did find some springs that the community was failing to care for and allowing water to backup and puddle at the spring site.  They should dig a ditch away from the site to channel the runoff back to the stream.

At another spring they had turned the water into the spring before the cement had dried and the cement was washed away. They will have to lay down more cement.  Our contractor will work with them to solve the problems.

At the first spring we met Francis Nsubuga Ntanda the clan leader of the Mamba clan.  This is also our contractor Eddi's clan.

Ntanda was very gracious,dignified and appreciative of having a spring for his people.  His wife was there also.  She was very bashful but was eager to shake our hands and when she shook my hand she knelt and bowed.  This was a little unsettleing but just a custom that is hard to get use to.

On their property were three buildings.  The brick house which was made from the mud (or dung) from the large ant hills that dot the area.

and two out buildings.  One had a fire in it and then this little thatched roof building.. 

We wondered why it had windows drawn on the sides with charcoal.  We were told that this is where the windows will be when he can afford to buy and install them.

Now Ntanda was so taken with Farrell and me he decided to make us members of the Mamba clan.

He can do that since he is the leader.  He named me NAMUTEBI and Farrell he named MUBIRY.  Not sure what my name means but Farrell's means problem solver or the guy you send in to confound the enemy, take yor pick.

Mama was trying so hard to stay in the back ground while papa was acting very chief like.

I gave mama 2 suckers I had in my purse.  She was so happy she nearly turned inside out.  She immediately unwrapped one and stuck it in her mouth.

We thanked him for making us clan members and said our goodbyes.  As we were pulling out mamma went into the house and came out with a huge pineapple.  She wanted to give me a gift since I had given her one.  I think I won on that deal.

Two of the spring workers were showing us around the springs on a motorcycle.  Guides are necessary as the forest or maybe it is more like a jungle is very dense and the roads are very narrow, more like a trail.Their tire went flat and we  had to put the cycle in the back of the truck and take it to one of the larger villages where it could get repaired. 

As we finished seeing spring number 4 the rain came.  We decided it was best to get off the mountain dirt roads and head home.  Ssembwa was drivng and he wandered around down the mountain and we ended up out on the shore of Lake Victoria.  I had said I had not seen a lake since we got to Kampala and that was rather strange since the map shows numerous lakes all around Kampala.  Ssembwa decided I needed to see a lake even if it was raining cats and dogs.

As long as we were at the lake Eddi and Ssembwa decided they needed to buy some fish (the real reason for going to the lake.  They stopped at a stand and asked prices on fish requiring the seller to walk up to the car in the rain and negotiate.  They weren't satisfied with the price or the fish we weren't sure which.  We finally stopped again

The man came out with two big black shopping bags that held 8 k of fish.  He placed them in the back of the truck.   They said they were little fish (with a funny name) about the size of your thumb.  They boiled them and fed them to the children because they were so nutritious.  We asked if the kids liked them and they said of course, they are good for them.
 
We had a long trek home and it rained all the way.  Traffic into Kampala was stop and go and we ended up taking a back route that brought us right to our apartment.  We went to get the fish out of the back and the bag had broken and their were little fish all over the back of the truck.  It is still raining hard and Ssembwa is up in the back of the truck trying to collect his little fishes.  He guaranteed us that he got them all but we noticed the next day that the man who washes the truck for us had pulled the cover off of the bed and was washing every inch of the truck bed.  It must have smelled bad.
 
Another day of life in Uganda.  Hey, we're Mamba clan. Ha! 

Spring is in the air but in Uganda we are talking a different kind of SPRING

I know, I know, I just talked about clean water here in Uganda; about boreholes and the blessing of pure water but there is more to the story.

We had not seen the protected spring projects yet so we took a little tour with our contractor, Eddy Mutebi, and our site monitor, Ssinbwa Busulwa, to look at five of the springs they have developed (only 5 of 60 that they are constructing).  Ssinbwa was elated when Farrell asked him if he would like to drive our truck. These springs are deep into the bush and the roads are not roads but walking trails. Farrell was elated when Ssinbwa jumped at the chance. I’m sure it was no reflection on Farrell’s ability to drive here on the wrong side of the road and Ssimbwa’s desire to have a little control over his destiny.

People usually gather water early in the morning or late in the evening. They often have to walk a great distance hauling water back up the hill to their home. The water source is often a small water hole or a natural ditch runoff or maybe a small swampy pond. The source is always clouded with dirt and bacteria and the shallowness of the source makes it difficult to fill a container.

The concept of a protected spring is quite simple but it takes a good contractor to do the job right. In the area around Kampala you can find many springs on a hillside. You can stand on the hill and spot water seeping down the hill coming from many directions.

The idea is to build a cement wall up against the hill much like a retaining wall cementing two to three, 2 inch PVC pipes into the wall. A metal pipe is secured like a sleeve over the PVC to secure and protect it. You build steps on the sides of this wall leading down to the pipes and lay a layer of cement, gravel or even tile at the base of the wall for water to splash onto to prevent erosion and to provide a clean area for collecting water. Once the wall is built you dig out the hill behind the wall, lay down a layer of clay as an impermeable layer. Then you lay a stack of small gravel up against the hill, then larger rock up to the cement wall.

You cover this catchment basin over with a sheet or polyurethane then dirt and vegetation; you then build a fence around the catch basin area to keep people from walking on it and packing the soil down. The springs feed water down to the catchment basin and gravity pulls it down to the cement wall barrier and on out through the pipes. The water has been virtually filtered by the layer of rock and clear, clean water is the results. So where people have been laying their jerrycan down in a stream or pool of dirty water they now can fill cans readily via the developed springs.

The best part of this story is actually seeing what use to be and what is now. It was amazing to see what a beautiful water site people have now to get their water.

Namungogna Protected Springs gives 80 liters in 40 sec. per pipe

When our contractor, Union of Community Development Volunteers - Uganda started to develop the spring they had quite an audience. It seems the UK, USA, and other international NGOs (nongovernmental org.) had tried to develop this spring and had failed. They all showed up at the worksite everyday taking notes and learning how to develop a successful protected spring. The villagers said the others had not been successful because of the forest gods from above the site had confounded their work.

The worksite was a day of celebration everyday of construction as the community turned out in mass to watch the project.

Eddy Mutebi is our contractor and execute director of the UCDV

At one of the springs there is the Bugolo Junior School where a rainwater catchment system was installed.  They placed rain gutter around the school and channeled it to a large tank.  The latrines were redone and water was diverted to the latrines to supply a washing station for the children.  The project including the improvement of 15 schools..

The school grounds were clean and the rail fence was painted with health suggestions.

The head mistress of the school was so grateful for all the work and it was obvious she was trying to help the school live up to the upgrade they were given.

More spring

mamma needs the water now

boys stole her cork and she had to chase them down to get it.

got to have the cork in the hole so it doesn't splash

banana - cork - what ever it works

about 30 pounds on my head

I am really good at this!

It's his job to get the water

It takes a lot of containers when you're small and can't lift those sixty pounders

working that hard you may need a little treat for your efforts

A sucker makes it seem a lot easier.

Right in the center - look hard - you can see the spring

Clean water captured from a spring running right through the center of the housing!

As we finished our tour for the day we were walking back to our truck and Farrell went to jump over some mud landing on some debri which gave away and his shoe sunk in to the not so pleasant smelling goo. Ssimbwa said, “Don’t worry Elder Barlow, it probably isn’t sewage.” (even if it smelled like it.) Eddy Mutebi,execute director of UCDV immediately went to a near by lady washing clothes got a bucket of water and a cloth, knelt down in the dirt and washed Elder Barlow’s shoe. It was such a tender gesture.  We were so overwhelmed we didn't take a picture.

On the ride back we passed the rice paddies

and papyrus growing on the side of the road

Ssimbwa said this was the Lake Road - very expensive frontage property.

Such a nice lake that this guy decided to stop and wash his bodaboda.

- and these guys their truck.

What a great day.  We now have a better idea of the value of these 60 springs that are being constructed.  Eddy Mutebi is a returned missionary who has a great vision.  He has a skilled,knowlegeable crew, a solid company and they are having great success.  We are in awe of this work. 

We say it again . . . Clean Water is Life!