
Steve's
Yarns-- All those years growing up and living in Oklahoma, California, Arizona,
Texas, and Africa..... Ain't done growing up 'til I get over on the other side
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EDITOR: Steve
Van Nattan
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| INTRODUCTORY
BLATHER Having
passed the age of sixty, I have been told that I now have the right to indulge
in reminiscence without apologizing. 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 interesting stories of my past experiences. It
sure beats having a "mid-life crisis." The
baboon in the picture looks very much like the ones who stole my mangos as I was
growing up. Hopefully, I have acquired a few more civilizing traits than
this fellow, but I think he is very much in context on this page. They are almost
as troublesome as the IRS. |
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 my class mate at RVA. She is consulted on these yarns since
she was with me in most of them. We now live in the Hill Country of Texas. If
you cannot live in Texas, at least try to get close. Come
by, 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 have wog chai for those who appreciate
it. 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 on hand and can
make up a pot for you. And, teff for you Ethiopians-- call ahead so we can get
the leet aged properly. For
several years I have thought of gathering my experiences, along with those of
my past friends, and writing a fiction of a missionary's kid as historical fiction.
Forget it. Life is too busy to figure out the details. So, what follows is partly
mine, partly yours, and partly someone else's. This is a lot easier than making
it all into a historical fiction, and some of my old friends will find themselves
in the stories. I shall try to avoid getting anyone in trouble by telling secrets
:-) I have
a link below to my Tex-Mex Yarns page. On that page you will find stories that
I have heard, some of my experiences in Texas, and some propaganda on Texas.
Someone once said, and
it might have been me, "Don't look back when things are getting rough-- Look
back when it is good now. The past will add peace to the moment at hand."
FORMAT:
Please be patient.
I shall also fail gloriously to keep things in chronological order. What fun would
that be? So,
in order for you to figure out when a given yarn took place, I give you a BIO
PAGE TO BROWSE Also,
a more detailed BIO PAGE FOR THE JOURNAL
Enjoy.
PLEASE
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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 :-) My
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 in Tanzania. 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. Listen
to the Mwanza Town Choir as you visit here. More
African Music on this site Nostalgia
for 1950s BBC junkies
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