Haha, you were in Germany the same time I was!! I didn't serve a mission there, I was just a kid. We were a U.U. military family in Karlsruhe and Maximiliansau.
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I left the church before I became a missionary, although I was asked many times to be. Good thing I had low self esteem back then and didn't believe I was qualified, ready, etc etc etc.
BTW, I also remember reciting D&C 4 all the time, and the field is apparently so white in Ireland that they closed it down and combined with the Scotland mission.
i was crazy about all things Chinese, so i loved it. i studied mandarin for two years before i got my mission call and based on the fact that all the other students of chinese i knew got sent to taiwan on their missions too, i was counting on it. i can't imagine how depressed i would've been if i'd been sent somewhere else.
6 iron Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > That was when they were reduced to 18 months > because of the recession. > > I learned to drive like a Bostonian, went to a > Celtics 76ers game. > > Even 18 mnths was too long.
I just missed ya. Mass. Boston 79-81. I scared the hell out of people in Utah when I got home because it took me about 3 months to calm down and stop driving like I was in Boston.
...for DEH (dear ex-husband)'s grad school time, I too returned to Salt Lake and barely stopped myself from passing people in the emergency lane (either on the left side or right side) of the freeway. By they way, if I need to get in front of anyone, I can sneak in easily from learning how to survive while driving in Boston.
I was in the Canada Montreal Mission, 1982-1983. This was during the 18-month period.
Ironically, it was things that happened to me while preparing for my mission that started my exodus, though I served the mission anyway. Perhaps I'll post the whole story someday.
I love Aussies but hated Adelaide. If I ever make it back I'm heading to Queensland.
My first mission president was "inspired" to tell me I was a lazy, selfish missionary when I was, in fact, violently ill for a month. For the rest of my mission I was labeled a troublemaker.
My experiences taught me to distrust church authority. If the mission president, the man who claimed to be a surrogate parent for each of us young men, could unjustly condemn a devout and motivated missionary such as I was, then I had to look out for myself.
My mission also showed me how uninspired and numbers-driven missionary service actually was. We were punished for creative teaching, we were rebuked for fellowshipping investigators who were unprepared for baptism and we were literally banished to the desert for speaking our minds.
Copenhagen Denmark mid 70's. I was gone in 76 when Americans voted in a peanut farmer for President. I would have enjoyed the Bi-Centenial parties here in the US.
Loved Denmark & got to go back a few years ago & explain my departure from Mormomism to some of my converts, members etc.
Have you followed the mormon growth in the country? I have not spent more than a few minutes, but from what I gathered, it has not grown much in the last 30-60 years.
I truly forgot about the brother-thing in French. I wish there were a French phrase for "Hey Bro" because that was the meaning of my intention. How about "cher ami"? I hope that's better.
The AP's and other office Elders always made stupid videos to show us at ZC. I guess we were supposed to be inspired by them wasting "the Lord's time" while we were busting our asses trying to baptize people. Anyway, I found a disk stashed away and decided to upload one of the videos on to YouTube.
Belgium Brussels included French-speaking Belgium and Northern France over to the German and Swiss borders. Antwerp was there to cover Flemish-speaking Belgium.
Now - with the success of the church's recruiting efforts - both Belge missions and the Netherlands one are all combined!
I actually stayed an extra month because the MP asked me to. He was going to be one missionary short until the next batch came in a month after my group left.