Sunday, March 6, 2011

Clocks Street

This is a funny, “he said she said” story. At one point Mom was looking for some clocks to put into one of the Elders home. She had searched far and wide. There is no Wal-Mart or mall here just to go and have your choice of items. The Marche’ do not have clocks. Time is not a huge priority. Once Mom and Dad were driving down a street with some Elders. One of the Elders said, “Look left Elders.” Followed a few seconds later with Mom yelling, “Look CLOCKS!” She was pointing wildly to the right. Of course Dad and the Elders look where she was pointing. This is where the story differs. Dads version: As I looked over to the right all I saw was paintings of naked breasts, painting after painting of women with no tops on. There was not one clock in sight. Moms version: There is lot of huge clocks sitting there with those paintings, but I didn’t even see what the paintings were as I was so excited to see clocks! The Elders in the car version: "Elder Gates, you call them clocks?" This happened at the beginning of Mom and Dad’s mission, and the story gets passed on from Elder to Elder like a fable of old. The streets there don’t all have names, but this one they all refer to “Clocks Street”. The photo is taken a ways back so nothing can be seen that shouldn’t be. If you look at the row of paintings, starting from the left going right, the first one is a painting, the next 4 are indeed clocks, and the rest are all paintings. Yes, every painting was of a lady with no shirt on. Now you know why the Elder at the beginning of the story said, “Look left Elders.”

1 comment:

  1. What a great story. Definitely one for the journals. Thanks for sharing. We love to see a bit of the colorful experiences they are having.