Medicine and Ladders

Since Conrad has been bothering me about another update, I decided I'm going to put one together for you all.

As usual, I've been doing my research. The Mennonite Brethren Historical Commission is having their meetings this weekend, so I will also be taking part in that.

Conrad did take time out of the day yesterday to show Kate and I one thing that he thought especially cool: a medicine box.

An old bread box, used to store medicines and the like.

A few of the medicines kept in the box.

Not all of these were originally in the box. Over time, they added this and that as it came into the archives. Everything smells like Vick's vapor rub.

I've been digging through some more missionary files. This time, from India. Jon Isaak saw what I was doing and pulled out In Another Day of the Lord by Paul and David Wiebe. This was interesting, because as I was reading about places in the letters, I was able to look at pictures as those places. They also found me a digitized version of some 16mm film that a missionary took sometime in the 1940's or '50's. Unfortunately, it won't let me transfer the film onto my computer.

A picture of the Wiebe family on a trip around churches in America. The kids were all dressed up in traditional Indian clothing. Paul (the one I know) is the one on the far right in the white.

Missionaries out on an outing.

The Wiebe family with their car in India. Paul is the one standing on the hood.

A round boat used to cross rivers. I saw one being used on some of the 16mm film.  It was interesting, since there wasn't one direction that the boat had to point.

John and Viola Wiebe wading in the Bay of Bengal in 1963, 

Here are some pictures from Helen Warkentin's personal files.

A missionary girl with her Indian nurse/nanny.

A missionary holding several bands of flowers.

The mision home in Shamshabad. 

A snake charmer. 

A kiln used for making bricks

School girls 

A mother and children.

Church members outside of their church (I think).

Missionary children in their traditional Indian clothes. 

The same missionary children with their parents. Only their father is wearing Western-style clothes.

Here's my friend Kate:

She and I drive to and from work together, since she only lives about 2 minutes away from where I'm staying. She and I have a bit too much fun sometimes, and our drives are full of giggling.

As you may have noticed, the shelves here are very tall.

I'm doing my best, but I can't reach the top shelf.

So, my best friend has become this stepladder. What should I call it?

Frederick? Ronaldo? Susan?

That's all for now. I'm excited for the meetings this weekend and will try to keep you updated.