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Upon reaching the age of seventy+, I have been told that I now have the right to indulge in reminiscence without apologizing.
The problem is, we all indulge in nostalgia at times. And, modern society mocks at nostalgia when they find someone indulging. Why?
in the original Greek: Nostos and Algos.....
Modern society, in the USA, Europe, Russia, China, and Africa has been thoroughly unsettled. By this, I mean the world's peoples have been enticed, coerced, and bribed to move from the farm and the brushy country to the big city. Thus, millions have totally lost touch with their heritage.
Well, honey, I ain't!
And, I find that God has blessed me with a place in the Texas Hill Country as I approach the end of the road this side of heaven. This rare habitat is one of those few places on earth where you feel at home just about thirty minutes after you arrive. "Why did it take me so long to get here?" And, the folks in the Hill Country are so proud of that fact that they make sure you feel at home immediately.
Now, Tennessee..... not so. They keep you classified as "the new people" for ten years. Maybe that is why Sam Houston and Davey Crockett wrote GTT (gone to Texas) on their door and moved on the Texas long ago.
Thus, those of you who venture into this section of the Journal will have to tolerate my attitude, if you please, and I hope that I can reward you in some small way with strange stories of my past experiences.
Christ Jesus is due all credit for anything I may contribute to life. I shall not, however; make silly scenes of false humility. My life has been rather colorful at times, not because of my own cleverness, but because my Lord has graciously chosen for me a life trail which is rather fun to look back over.
Elizabeth is my good wife, and she was my class mate at Rift Valley Academy in Kenya. She is consulted on these yarns since she also suffered through many of them. She will add some of her own stories along the way.
Come by and see us, and we will roast some Harrar coffee and boil the ibrik (Arab coffee pot), and we'll spin a yarn on the front porch. We make Wog chai (African tea) for those who appreciate it. Winston Churchill said, "The Wogs begin at Dover," so all of us are Wogs. Our tea comes from an Indian duka in Austin, Texas-- special import quality, AND a bakshish thrown in. If you need it badly, we have wimbi (red millet) on hand and can make up a pot for you. We have teff for you Ethiopians-- call ahead so we can get the leet aged properly.
once said, and it might have been me,
"Don't look back when things are getting rough--
Look back when times are good.
The past will add peace to the moment at hand."
Let's look on back down the road for a while.
you want to see chronology, go to my
BIO PAGE TO BROWSE.
a more detailed
BIO PAGE FOR THE JOURNAL
Someone in the hut has the short-wave radio on.
Click on the door, say "Hodi,"wait to hear "karibuni," and you may enter and hear the Mwanza Town Choir singing. Enter with many Jambos and quiet kindnesses, and you will be invited to stay for chai and mandazi (fried corn fritters).
Mind your manners and be a blessing in any way, and I promise you, you will be invited to stay for ugali na kuku (corn meal mush and curried chicken.) If you hear a chicken out back squawking it is too late to decline-- your supper is already being prepared :-)
Daddy recorded the
Mwanza Town Choir
in the 1970s. He played
the bass in those days.
Mwanza is a small sleepy
but industrious city at the
south tip of Lake Victoria
This man lived there, and this man still loves the music of the saints in Mwanza.
If my Lord let me live out the whole of his coming Messianic Kingdom in Tanzania, I would be happy for one thousand years.