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Letter from Deborah

Dear Mom,

Just a note to say that we are once again safe in a hostel. We stayed at the Milan train station last night, and it was fine, although a lot uncomfortable.
 
I tried to twitter where we were the night before- did it come through?
 
We had an amazing night in Andorra at a campground, staying in a little room called “Refugi”. It was a refuge for us. Our bus left for France the next morning at 0500, and our bus driver got us to Toulouse, France, faster than I would have thought possible. From there we caught the train to Marsailles and we went to the Chateau D’if! We had a little over an hour between trains in Marsailles, and ran down to the waterfront, caught a ferry to the island, jumped out, took a picture, jumped back on, ran back to the train station and made our train with 5 minutes to spare! It was great!
 
We saw the Duomo of Italy today, walked up 463 stairs to the top, and looked out all over the city. Yea! Then we walked over to the Academy Gallery (English name), and saw David. Both Rachel and Holly agreed with me that he was worth every penny to see. We’ll see if they’ll think the same thing about the other two museums tomorrow.
 
I wrote on my facebook that you would be posting updates for me, so if you would, I would be grateful. We only get 45 minutes online, and I need to hurry. We do want to get some pictures, and the boys said they would post some, but they wanted a comment, because NO ONE comments on their blog. 🙂
 
And I also wanted to give Dad a message. HAPPY FATHER’S DAY, DADDY! Rach and I both love you and miss you. We saw a clock today that is a 24 hour clock that ran backwards, I took a picture, and we thought about you. We also saw a garden that reminded us of you in Spain. I just wanted to let you know that we will be thinking of you tomorrow, and each day. Love you very much Daddy!
 
Love you very much, and I miss you. I hope you have a wonderful day, tell Laws hi from us if you get this in time.
And I’ll write again when I get the chance.
 
LOVE! LOVE! LOVE!
 
Deborah (and Rachel for the part for Dad)

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The children of Bert and Sarah Slaubaugh are having a 30th wedding anniversary celebration for them today.

It was to have been held here at our pavilion, with the rain location being at Greenwood Mennonite Church’s basement.  However, the church basement was reserved for another event, so they needed to find another place.

It’s beginning to rain, and even though we would love to have it here, it isn’t feasible.  So this is the semi-official notification to any who might be interested:

The anniversary celebration for Bert and Sarah Slaubaugh which was to be held in the pavilion at Shady Acres is being moved to Tressler Mennonite Church’s Fellowship Hall.  Friends and family are welcome to drop in from 1-6 today.  We  hope to have Many of you turn out to encourage and affirm this couple who has contributed so much to our lives individually and the community at large.

Hope to see you there!!! 

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I’m so homesick for my girlies tonight.  I’ve been thinking about how the tenor of a home changes when the population of the house shifts.

We still have Nettie and Cecilia but it isn’t the same as having “children” at home.  Certain Man and I have talked more, laughed much, and enjoyed the quiet some of the time.  We figured out that the last time we were “childless” was November of 1975.  We took our first foster baby in early December, and life as we knew it changed forever.  Six months after Joseph came to live with us, we took a second foster toddler, and since then (like for the last 33 years) there have been at least two “children” living with us.

Parenting has been the most challenging, most defining, most rewarding, most devastating thing that has ever happened to us.  Many are the tales of parenting bringing a wedge between a couple, of looking across the table on the morning of an empty nest and feeling like there is no connection to this person who has parented with you.  How grateful I am to our Heavenly Father, and to my husband that it has done practically the opposite for us.  In the months before our first foster baby came to live with us, our very young marriage was tested severely as I learned that my expectations and selfish dreams drove my husband farther and farther away from me.  Panic and desperation and grief and disappointment made me into a person that was something so much less than my husband had expected, and into someone I didn’t know myself — was this what marriage was really supposed to be like?

We both wanted children, but when our first two, very planned pregnancies ended in miscarriage, somehow the stories started, then flew fast and furious about how I really didn’t want them anyhow, and that I would be alot better off if I would just own up to that fact.  I was broken by the grief, my family was so far away, and it seemed like both of us were just retreating into our own worlds.  I look back now, and realize how devastated we both were by the losses, and I wish that I could go back there and do things differently.  I remember that when I was miscarrying the second baby, I told Daniel that I needed to go to the hospital, and I went to pack a bag.  He didn’t come in to help me, he just stayed out in the living room where he was.  When I came back out to tell him that I was ready to go, he was sitting in the terrible orange recliner that we had rescued from the garbage, and he was weeping.  I remember feeling very surprised, but then extremely tender towards this guy who loved our child so intensely.

I had no idea what sort of daddy he would be, but with our first foster child came an amazing discovery.  A baby in the house made a startling change in Daniel.  He was an involved, caring and delighted daddy.  He loved children with an intensity that I could hardly comprehend.  And as he involved himself in the lives of the children that went in and out of our doors, it became natural for him to relate to me in a different, more tender way.  He began to make it his business to understand me and what made me tick.  He became more articulate about his feelings, more patient, more committed to our marriage and our home.  It was an incredible gift to the children that we were allowed to love, but the by-product of that gift was a renewed sense of balance, self esteem and joy in my life.

You would all know that if I said it has been easy ever since, I would be lying.  It hasn’t.  We continue to grow and change and sometimes disagree.  I’ve learned that arguing with Daniel Yutzy is an exercise in futility.  (He makes up the rules as he goes, and it just doesn’t work that way!)  But I’ve also learned that no one could or would provide for, love me, or encourage me the way he does.  He has learned that I don’t shut cupboard doors, use up leftovers the way I should, take care of the garden, polish shoes, or make certain dishes from his childhood that taste right.  He has learned though, that he is safe with me.  I don’t think it is my place to criticize my husband — there are lots of people out there that will do that.  He’s learned that I will do almost anything within my power to please him (well, except remember to close the cupboard doors, use up left overs the way I should . . . etc. etc.)

What has happened is that we have become good friends.  And though our house feels empty without our girlies rattling around in it, there is a comfortable friendship here that I wouldn’t trade for anything.  I am missing my girlies, but it isn’t because Certain Man is a stranger.  What comforts me so much is that he misses them, too.  It is something that has become a shared emotion.  And we are also comforted by the fact that just down the road, around a corner or two, is our new little grandbaby.  She really is an unusually precious baby.  So sweet, so beautiful, so very wanted, so very loved.  I watched him today with her, as he toted her around to show her off to his co-workers and I wondered again about how we got to where we are — parents, grandparents, both of us a little creaky in our bones, but still so very much friends.  I respect the man he has become, and enjoy so much to see him as he relates to his children and now his grandbaby.  I always said that he would be “insufferable” as a grandpa, and I was completely right.  He is absolutely “insufferable!”

And I love it.

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And the latest news from the three travelers

You might want to post this in two segments, because I don’t think I’ll be able to post again for a while. And it is pretty long. (Note from Mom — I didn’t.  Mainly because I didn’t know where to stop  . . . )

From Lisboa, we went to Madrid by train. There was one older lady in the compartment with us, and thank goodness she was there! In the morning, she went over to the mirror and opened it up (which we didn’t know to do), and behind it were 4 water bottles, toothbrushes and paste, soap and a paper towel! We have used our three bottles for water ever since, and they work better than the one Rach brought, which leaks. None of us slept great on the train, but it wasn’t too bad. And we arrived safe and sound in Madrid.

Our hostel was walking distance from everywhere the guidebook recommended we see. We strolled down to the Palacio Real (King’s Palace, officially the royal residence, but the king doesn’t actually live there.), stopping by the Puerta del Sol. I hope that’s spelled right. It’s the place from which all distances in Spain are measured, but was under construction for some reason, so really boring.

The line to the Palacio was extremely long, and it’s pretty expensive, and we decided that seeing it was enough. We sat on the steps of the Catedral de la Almudena or Almuneda. I can’t remember which. It was only 1 euro to see the cathedral, so we went there, then bought lunch at a little grocery store (yea for cheap food!!!!) and went back to our hostel for lunch. And siesta. Rach has decided that the idea of the whole country taking a nap in the afternoon then staying up till way late is wonderful.

In the afternoon, we went to the park, then on to El Prado museam (It’s free after 6 pm.) I won’t bore you with the details, cause it was basically a museam. But I do like Goya’s paintings. The one guy looked so smug. How does anyone manage to paint such realistic expressions? My people look sort of happy or sad, but that’s it.

The next day we went to Segovia. It was once the capitol of . . . part. . .of Spain. Queen Isabella the Catholic is from there. There are parts of the castle there that are the same as they were in her days. Even a few of the furnishings. Queen Isabella , who alonge with her husband, Ferdinand, conquered all of Spain, is the queen that gave Colombus the funds to sail to the New World, but that happened here, in Granada, where we are now. The castle, or Alcazar is very well preserved, and one of my favorite places to visit. You can imagine you’re back in the 15th century using very little imagination.

Also in Segovia is an enormous Roman aqueduct. I think it’s 28 meters high at it’s highest point. Other than the last three feet where the water ran, it is made entirely without mortar. Very cool. Rachel tried to climb up one of the little bits of it (you can walk all around it, and touch it), and this little old Spanish man came up and yelled at us in Spanish: “This is a national monument and a world heritage site. It is prohibited to climb it! if you do, the police will come for you!” So we gave up the idea.

We did take in some of the night life in the Plaza Mayor, I went the one night, and Rach and Holly went the second night without me. There are so many people, and street performers, and a lady made a toilet paper sculpture using the air from a grate. And the second night, there was a fire juggler. It’s just different here. No one goes to bed until midnightish. In fact, we met more drunks on the metro at 7 am than at any other time.

We missed the train to Granada, even though we were there 4 hours early. The train was “compleato”. That was not fun, to put it mildly. I went ahead and got reservations to Barcelona (our next trip), and we found a bus station. There was a bus leaving for Granada half an hour before our train was to leave, and it arrived in Granada 15 minutes before our train would have. We prayed so hard that we would find some kind of transportation to Granada, and that it would be cheap. It was only 16.50 each! I believe that our train reservations would have been more than that. So far, our Eurail passes have not proved worth it. On our way to Segovia, the train was full, and if we took a later train, TICKETS were 15 euro, RESERVATIONS ONLY were 19 euro, the bus, (which we took) was available, and only 12.75, round trip. Right now, we are wondering why we bought the Eurail tickets in the first place. I’m starting to keep track of how much we are (will be) saving as we travel. So far, we’re in the hole.

I cannot say enough good things about Kevin and Wendy or Conrad and Heidi. Both couples opened their homes to us, fed us like queens, let us do laundry, loaned us towels (that’s a big deal to us), recommended places to visit, took us there, and did I mention food? I was a little nervous about crashing in on them while on vacation, but they have made us feel so welcome! I can’t descibe it.

Okay, I’m almost done.

The Alhambra of Spain. I have wanted to visit this since I read about it when I was ten or eleven. It wasn’t what I was expecting. They are doing reconstruction on a lot of it, and there are many places where you can no longer go, but WOW. It’s beautiful, and old, and so majestic. Here was the last stronghold of Islam in Europe, and with it’s defeat, Europe was considered a Christian continent. The war here was considered a noble war, where each side sent the bodies of the dead back to their people so that they could be given appropriate burial. When Boabdil conceded defeat, legend says that when he started to kneel before Ferdinand, Ferdinand embraced him beacuse of the great respect they had for each other. I still think it’s sad. The Moors loved their city, and cherished it for hundreds of years. Ferdinand and Isabella made Granada the capitol, and were buried here, but only two more kings ruled from here (One of which built a weird castle in the middle of the Alhambra, which doesn’t look right and was never finished.) before one of the kings decided to make Madrid the capitol, and left Granada and the Alhambra to decay. Napoleon’s troops did much of the damage, and at the time of Washington Irving, there were squatters living there.

As we were hiking up to the Alhambra, Holly said, “Onward, Christian Soldiers.” We teased her about that, since this place was conquered by “Christian soldiers”.

Today, we saw the actual caskets and statues made from death masks of Ferdinand and Isabella, and saw the Cathedral here. We also took pictures of the statue of Queen Isabella giving Christopher Colombus permission to sail, which as I mentioned happened here, at the Alhambra, later in the same year that they conquered the city. In fact, they were cash poor because of the military campaign, and had to give him jewels instead, which he sold to finance the journey. The museam at their burial place had some very cool things. For instance, there are actual outfits that Isabella and Ferdinand wore – one each, her crown, his sword, and the very flags that the Cristian army first raised over the Alhambra in 1492. *Shivers*

And now you’re up to date on the more interesting sites we’ve seen. Heidi has some pics on her blog, and Matt Wolfer (cousin) said he would put at least one of all of us on their blog “Roving around the World, I believe, and upload some to his flicker site, which I don’t know how to do. Holly managed to get one on her blog, Hollyhearsawho, I think, and if we can ever get our computer convinced that “msn.com” and “facebook.com” are actually domain names (It says unknown when we try.), we’ll get some of the pics on my computer to the web.

~Deborah

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I had the sweetest surprise by mail today.  One of my Mama’s cousins, Mary Alice (Slabaugh) Fouts sent me a mysterious envelope.  When I opened it, I found the following note: 

Dear Mary Ann-
   Found this pic. while cleaning out photos . . . I think we may have sent your parents one at the time, tho-  I’m not sure of that.  Anyway, isn’t this a good picture?  I just love it, and it reminds me of a very special visit that we had.  Thought you and your dear Mama should have it.

               Love in our Saviour-
                           Mary Alice

 

And this is the picture she included:

 

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My Precious Daddy and my Sweet Mama, 11-25-85

 

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For a wonderful update on our girlies —

go to

  www.xanga.com/restingoneagleswings

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This past Sunday, we were talking about having a carry-in at church for lunch, but there were so many graduation parties the week before that it just didn’t seem to be feasible.  After church on Sunday, we got to talking about getting together some time this week, so we decided that it would be fun to have a picnic.  It has been a while since we’ve been together for something like that, and our pavilion really needed some activity.  (Actually, it needed cleaning before it had any activity, and Certain Man arranged for that, too)

So Certain Man and I got some hamburgers and hot dogs and I made some custard for the White Mountain hand cranked ice cream freezer, and had some help making five gallons of lemonade.  Gracegiven came in the afternoon, and lent a hand at sweeping the kitchen floor and helped to set up the pavilion.  Certain Man picked up charcoal and lighter fluid.  He got the pit ready for grilling and helped to set up tables.  He got his trusty utensils and his usual roaster pan for the hamburgers and hotdogs once they were grilled.  Friend Ruby showed up and scrubbed the very spidery ice cream freezer, (Shiver!) and other of the females helped to carry stuff out and set things up on long tables at one side of the pavilion.  We set up the six picnic tables in the rest of the pavilion and put chairs up around the fire ring out in the yard.

Around 6:30, people began to come in earnest, and what a lovely time we had.  It was an incredibly busy time, and I won’t profess that I sat very much.  In fact, neither Certain Man or His Wife could sleep for a while when they got to bed that night!  Whew!  We must be getting old, because our bones ached so much it wasn’t funny!  But worth it???  EVERY BIT!  And here are some pictures!

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April — who helped to get ready, also helped to feed little ones before she got her supper.

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Jesse has a bad cold, so he hasn’t been holding his baby nearly as much as he (and Charis) would like.

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One of the reasons for the picnic was that Kurtis and Leslie Miller
were visiting Kurtis’ parents, Robert and Loretta Miller.
This is their little guy, Gabe.

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The food line.  Dale and Donna, and Betsy . . .

 

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THE YOUTH GIRLS:
Mary Beth, Joanna, Laura, Ruthie and Amy
And yes, we are missing quite a few!

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My Sweet Mama and my dear friend, Ada
(Ada is an aunt to our daughter in law, Jessica)

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There will always be a basketball game somehow during the course of an evening.

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Serious talking going on here.  Donna and Tammy

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This is Daniel Hughes, a young fellow who got run over by a tractor earlier this year.  He has had this stabilizer on ever since, and it has certainly given a fair share of people the heebie-jeebies.  He got it taken off on Thursday, and is doing quite well.

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This is our Sammy-boy.  Ever the farmer, and the son of a farmer, He knows what this machine is good for!

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Victoria wasn’t at any loss either.

 

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And finally it was time for ice crearm

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Kent did a lion’s share of the work.  It kinda shows on his face.
(Sorry, Kent!)

 

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When Kent wasn’t turning the crank, Caleb was.
And John did his part at holding down the buckets as well as turning.

 

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Churn, Churn, Churn, it’s getting close now@

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After all that work, I didn’t get any pictures of the ice cream eating.
Somewhere along the way, we got away with four and a half gallons.
Here Gary and Josh are trying out the “anti-gravity” chairs that I bought
for Daniel for Father’s Day.  They are pretty nifty, and feel especially good
on tired, old, worn out backs.

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Caleb and Certain Man look on while the chairs get their approval ratings.

 

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And then the girls piled onto the hammock to take a picture
“For Rachel” they say cheerfully, “and Beeba, too!” and I agreed to send it on its way.
Sure did make me miss my girlies, but it reminds me again that “Family”
is any group of people that is a part of our hearts.

So here’s to our church family.
I surely do love you each one.

And for Our Church Family and anyone else that is interested:

Stay tuned for the details about the July 4th picnic!!!
Make plans now to come.

Blessings and THANKS from
The Shady Acres Crew!

 

 

 

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In the last two days, we’ve added two new babies to our family.

My nephew, Jerrel Heatwole, Jr., and his lovely wife, Sarah were blessed with Asher Samuel on June 10 — and it is easy to remember how much he weighed because he was born on 6/10 and he weighed 6 lbs. 10 oz.  Such a blessed event, as this couple has experienced the early loss of two much wanted babies.

Another nephew, known to most of you as “Chip” (Yoder) and his also lovely wife, Susan, had Hannah Louise last night by a “somewhat emergency c-section” and she weighed in at 5 lbs. 8 oz.  This has also been an eagerly anticipated baby – it is their first.

This brings the number of great-grandbabies to eighteen for my Sweet Mama.  The girls are outnumbering the boys 11 to 7.  And sixteen of the eighteen grandbabies belong to my proud brothers.  (My sister, Alma and I just became grandmas this spring for the first time.)

The important thing is that the babies are safely here, and doing well.  This great-auntie rejoices greatly!

And on the European front, we talked by phone with the girls last night.  They were in Portugal, and had a wonderful time with Conrad and Heidi.  They profess to be doing wonderfully.  Not without ripples, but seemingly without winds of hurricane force when it comes to relationships.  Thanks to all of you who are remembering them in prayer. 

 

One more thing — there is a post of stellar quality over at www.xanga.com/Jeremimah


 

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Letter from Deborah

Dear Mama and Daddy, and anyone else who ends up reading this,
 
We are safely at Conrad and Heidi’s. Our plane was late leaving London, but that was a good thing because the Underground (aka the Metro) was on strike, and everything was late.
 
This morning was what memories are made of. Not exactly pleasant at the time, but more fun to recall. Due to the strike, we couldn’t ride the bus downtown (too full), so we walked a mile and a half through Kensington gardens, and Hyde Park, down Rotten Row (a carriage walk made by one of the King Williams, I don’t know which one.) Halfway down the row, the horse guards were going through their paces. What fun to watch! And to top it off, a very nice (young) man walked with us most of the way, giving us directions, and after he left us (his path was the same as ours for part of the way), a sweet little old lady walked with us.
 
Sounds like a wonderful time, doesn’t it? Did I mention that it was raining? Not drizzling, although it did that for a bit, but RAINING? And that the wheels on my bag quit going around and around? It seems that the wheels were put on crooked, and they hooked onto the edges around them, and wore off part of the sides of the wheels, which then created more friction, and finally they quit working. So I carried THE BAG the rest of the way to a bus stop with a bus that we could ride.

We went to Victoria Station (That’s where you can leave your luggage in a locker, don’t you know.) Except that the Underground was closed, and there were no lockers. But for 24 pounds, we could leave our luggage at the lost and found/left luggage desk. We declined, and marched up the streets, with bags, to Buckingham Palace. Which apparently was closer to where we picked up the bus than to the station to which we had taken the bus. (We would have gone anyway, remember the luggage.)
 
We got there late, but that was okay. The guards were just starting. And the Queen was in residence! Her flag flies from the castle instead of the Union Jack if she’s there.
We watched the guards change. Rach found it anti-climactic, but most people do, and it’s still something everyone must see in London.
 
On our way back to Victoria Station, we were stopped on the edge of a road we needed to cross. Two horses, a horse-drawn carriage, two more horses, another horse drawn carriage, two more horses and three black cars later, we were allowed to pass. The Queen was receiving a visit from an ambassador, and I don’t know who was in the carriages (They were shut tight.), but it was still cool. I mean, how often does the Queen of England do anything that affects you personally?
 
By the time that was over, we headed down to Victoria COACH station (as opposed to the Underground station), and got our tickets to go to the Airport. Due to traffic, we had to leave immediately, and still were worried about time at the airport. We needn’t have. As mentioned, the plane boarded late, and then we sat on the airport and waited for the clouds to clear.
 
Finally in Portugal, we got to Conrad’s around midnight. Rachel is already in love with this place. (They have lots of good, strong coffee, and possibly the “second hottest guys in the world”. She said she’ll make a decision after this trip.) So now I need to go off to bed. We’ll try to call home tomorrow. I have my phone off right now because of the airplane, but once I get a chance to empty my bag, I’ll try to turn it on. I really don’t think I’ll use it much. Too expensive.
 
And that’s the news from Portugal, where the towels are big, the fruit is yummy and the beds are waiting.
 
Love you,

Deborah

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Most of you know that our girlies left for Europe yesterday.  It’s been a most discombobulated week — and I am not the best at juggling everything.  I dealt with the approaching departure by just not thinking about it.  We did take pictures when the girls left, but they took our only working cameras, so I don’t have those pictures.  But these are the two that went:

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And no, they didn’t go by boat.  They went by plane.  This morning I got up and looked at the tracking program that our Beloved Son in Law had put up, and according to that, the plane had disappeared into the ocean about five hours out.  I tried not to worry.  I went to the details of the flight and read, “Flight diverted” and “Flight plan altered” bu there wasn’t any more information (that I could understand, that is!)  I decided not to worry until I heard that a plan actually went down en route to London, and that never happened — and now, I’ve just had this message from Rachel:

“Hey mama! so we’re safe and sound in London. I’m sitting in our hostel (which is pretty stellar and is filled with nice people!) I do miss you all bunches. Hey, there is a Netflix somewhere in the living room that deb didn’t send back. It’s called Australia and it needs to be returned… could you maybe find it and send it back for her? I love you bunches. 🙂 rach”

And of course, this Mama’s heart is mightily comforted.  I might even go and look for that netflix that was mentioned . . .

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