-Trumbull is home to the smallest Indian reservation in the United States? A fourth of an acre, with one house on it. And a member lives there, so we’ve been there a few times!
-There is a very rare disorder called Menke’s kinky-hair disease. At any given time there are only a handful of known cases in the United States. Trumbull has the distinction of having had a family with the disorder. Isn’t that fun?
-Easton is the birthplace of Helen Keller. (I think I may have mentioned that before.)
-Fairfield County is supposedly in the top ten wealthiest in the nation. (But as far as I understand, most of that wealth is concentrated in Stamford, Danbury, Greenwich, New Canaan, and everywhere else that is not part of the mission. I think Fairfield is as wealthy as it gets in our mission. Then again, what do I really know? Everywhere past the Fairfield town line is like a mythical land to me. Someday, in another lifetime I will see what is beyond that line!)
-I think Barnum and Bailey must have had something to do with this area because a ton of things in Bridgeport are named after Barnum. There is also a Barnum Museum in Bridgeport.
-Combined, Connecticut and Rhode Island have three stakes total. Compared to Centerville which in itself has five stakes…that would be like comparing Centerville to Connecticut/Rhode Island/Massachusetts. Utah is its own world, isn’t it?
This week we had stake conference. One of the speakers was a Brother Chatfield from the Boston temple presidency. Apparently they served a mission in Albania as well. Mom and Dad, did you know them? I didn’t get a chance to talk to them and ask them if they knew you.
We had an amazing experience last Tuesday. We tend to have not-so-positive experiences with tracting at night—pretty much anytime between 6:30 and 8 at this time of year, people are ornery or refuse to answer the door. (Tracting in general isn’t my favorite thing…there are so many other ways to do missionary work…but President asks us to tract two hours a day so that’s what we try to do.) So last Tuesday it was around 7:45 and we were in Shelton. It had been SUCH a long day and neither of us wanted to tract…we sat in the car trying to work up the willpower…and finally we said, “Okay, just three houses. We’ll do three houses.”
At the second house a mom let us right in. I was so shocked—that almost never happens—and she even let us teach her a first lesson and she said she would read and pray. She seems like a very spiritual person and she said she knew it wasn’t a coincidence that we found her—she wasn’t even supposed to be home that night but for some freakish reason she was. She said she would be willing to be baptized if she received an answer that it was true, even though she knew it would be very disruptive to her family and her lifestyle. She’s AMAZING—everyone please just pray that we can get another appointment with her. J Anyway, lesson learned: God prepares people and puts them in our path, even late at night when people aren’t supposed to answer the door and when we are tracting just to do our duty, not because we want to. J
So I’m counting my blessings. (Even though I want to whine instead, because I’m tired and we all know how the Monson women get when we are tired. J)
Love,
Kaelynn (Sister Monson)
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