Stories: Missionary Life in 1962
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| Letter Home, January 21, 1962: Well, today is my anniversary — Seven Months. I guess I had better settle down and do something of worth. Last week, Elder Hammar and I tracted very much to find some good investigators who want to hear the Gospel. We talked with a few people who were nice and asked us to come back. We tracted up the sister to one of the recently baptized men in the Branch. She was very impolite to us at first, but we talked with her for about 20 - 30 minutes at the door, and she softened up and said we could come back. That was exactly the way her brother acted when they first tracted him up — he was baptized a month later, along with his wife and one out of two children. She hasn’t a husband, because he died a couple of years ago. She has two really nice boys also. We made a few other contacts that were good also.
Those people I told you about 2 or 3 weeks ago, who came to Testimony Meeting, etc. have become kind of a disappointment. They are getting very passive, and he won’t give up his tobacco. That’s something about a mission — it gives one enough disappointments to last the rest of his life. Oh well, now I have learned that life is serious and not just “sugar and spice and everything nice.”
Last week his had some changes on the team here in Trondheim. Two Elders went to Mo, which is about as far north of here as Oslo is south. Another went to Oslo. Now I have been here the longest of any missionary in Trondheim. I am now the “Patriarch,” as we call it. It has been a long fight, but I finally made it to the top; ha, ha. I don’t know if that means anything in the way of move or not. |
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