|Selling apples along the road.|
|This is what you see as you come over the first rise. Deseree grew up on the other side of that mountain in the background. The farm is behind the large trees in the upper left, the main house is behind the tiny white chairs, and the|
brown door in the upper left corner, the entrance is on the other side.
|I hope you can see the details of the tile work on the fountain. This was all done by a professional|
|Deseree takes care of the green house. In their garden they get to harvest it 2nd, the baboons get the first pick|
of the fruits and vegetables.
|The animals on the farm, including the pig you see, plus cattle, chickens, geese.|
|A friendly spider, they didn't even remove it from the guest room. Now if it was Elder Richins, he would have gotten rid of the spider immediately. Gerard even picked up a cockroach with his fingers and put it in the garden.|
|The farm cat, lounging on the ostrich couch. What a life!|
|Elder Sheward on the right couldn't even stop eating for a picture.|
Congratulations your the winner including a terrible tummy-ache.
|The last supper at Spur's before transfers, ALL YOU CAN EAT CHICKEN WINGS AND RIBS! Elder Sheward won the prize with downing 4 plates of ribs and chicken, and to congratulate him feeling very sick, a chocolate fudge Sunday.|
Saturday - service
|Lynn, Azola, painting his home with varnish to protect the wood from the rain and moisture. Sister Mowindi in the background. And yes this little home does have a window. This little place cost 7500 rand or $970.|
|We see these donkeys all over Thembuletu. They can be on the side of the road, at the school, next to the revival tent you see below, just munching away and moving on to better grass.|
The Touch of the Master's Hand'Twas battered and scarred,
And the auctioneer thought it
hardly worth his while
To waste his time on the old violin,
but he held it up with a smile.
"What am I bid, good people", he cried,
"Who starts the bidding for me?"
"One dollar, one dollar, Do I hear two?"
"Two dollars, who makes it three?"
"Three dollars once, three dollars twice, going for three,"
From the room far back a gray bearded man
Came forward and picked up the bow,
Then wiping the dust from the old violin
And tightening up the strings,
He played a melody, pure and sweet
As sweet as the angel sings.
The music ceased and the auctioneer
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said "What now am I bid for this old violin?"
As he held it aloft with its' bow.
"One thousand, one thousand, Do I hear two?"
"Two thousand, Who makes it three?"
"Three thousand once, three thousand twice,
Going and gone", said he.
The audience cheered,
But some of them cried,
"We just don't understand."
"What changed its' worth?"
Swift came the reply.
"The Touch of the Masters Hand."
And many a man with life out of tune
All battered with bourbon and gin
Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd
Much like that old violin
A mess of pottage, a glass of wine,
A game and he travels on.
He is going once, he is going twice,
He is going and almost gone.
But the Master comes,
And the foolish crowd never can quite understand,
The worth of a soul and the change that is wrought
By the Touch of the Masters' Hand.
Myra Brooks Welch