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Nelson Romania Ministry |
![]() Randy & Tamera |
Short Stories of Everyday Events October 2011 |
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Hi Everyone, Below is our report for October. Again it became long, but we have had many adventures and more are happening as I write this. Fall is in full gear there leaves are turning color and falling. The city street sweepers and their stick brooms are busy raking them up. We wish you all the blessings of God as we approach Thanksgiving. We are going to prepare a full thanksgiving dinner for our friends here we found sweet potatoes in Real in Timisoara yesterday imported from the US we bought them all. No cranberries yet though. Blessings and love to you all Tamara & Randy
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October Stories and Adventures in Romania
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My opening picture is of the Iron Bridge (1902) at night. There was a big (for Lugoj) fall festival going on you can see the smoke from the BBQ shops and some of the booth roofs. I have one picture of the meat offerings which were available YUM. There was live entertainment, clowns for the kids and much fun.
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4 LeggedChicken |
When you buy a chicken in Romania, you never quite know what you're going to get. Take a look at the first picture and see what I got. This chicken has four legs. I have gotten chickens with heads, feet and all sorts of other chicken parts but never have I seen a four-legged chicken. I bet it could really run. |
Gypsy Street Fighting |
I was walking home from going out to pay bills and as I neared our apartment building I heard yelling and shouting. As I came around the building I saw people in the middle of the street -- men and women arguing very loudly over something. Sometimes it is a blessing to not understand Romanian, because I'm sure they were cursing at each other. There are two Gypsy families near our apartment we can see their houses out our back windows and it seemed they were outside arguing over something. I have been told that Gypsy families occasionally have wars between them and in these, they sometimes engage in swordfights during their arguments. As I watched what was happening, I fully expected someone to charge out from one of the houses and threaten the other ones with a sword. Fortunately it did not happen, but I watched while walking to avoid being noticed too much. |
Apple Picking & Processing |
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We were invited to go apple picking. Daniel owns a number of acres of old communist apple orchards. These orchards have not been tended since 1990, the time of the revolution, so the ground is very rough and has lots of weeds and prickers around the trees. But, we went out with Daniel and Gigel and their families, along with some orphans who Magda was overseeing. We picked one tub of apples -- see the picture after we brought it home. They picked dozens of boxes of apples some for themselves, some for Harul School where Tamara volunteers, some for Surduc, and some for the orphanage - their boxes filled two vans. Having gotten these apples, now the question is what to do with them. I made applesauce out of some of them but quickly realized there is only so much applesauce that we can eat. So I looked on the Internet and found a recipe for preserving apples. I tried it out and it was wonderful it was hard to not eat them right from the pot. So, I went into production (see the picture) preserving the whole box and taking bags of sliced apples down to the freezer for use during the winter in pies or just eating.
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A Fisherman Prepares for a Catch | |
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Machines of the City |
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As I walk or drive around Lugoj I often see machines that to me are very interesting -- machines that have no equivalent in America at all. I have pictures of two of them attached to the e-mail. The first one is a knife sharpener who sets up his station near the open-air market which is near to where we live. If you have a knife that needs sharpening he will use his foot powered grinding wheel to help you out. |
The other machine is a very interesting one. Many people in Lugoj heat their homes with wood the smoke is a strong haze and smell in the city. It is by far the cheapest heat -- much cheaper than gas. To do this they need to obtain a supply of wood for the winter. Many times this comes in a truck that dumps it at their doorstep -- in pieces which are 3 feet long. This is way too big for the stoves that most people use. And so, it needs to be cut into 1 foot pieces and then split. They will call a man with a portable saw -- not a chainsaw (I do see those) -- but a saw which is driven to the site where the wood is -- he changes the belts on the engine from the drive wheels to the saw blade -- and then saws the wood using this huge blade. |
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I happened upon this machine as I was driving into the city, so I stopped and in my little Romanian asked if I could take their picture. The man on the left is the saw owner and operator -- the man on the right is the owner of the wood. If you look closely you can see that the owner of the saw has a file in his hand which he was using to sharpen the blade before starting his work. It is amazing to me that he has all his fingers still attached to his body. |
Ministry at Baptist Bible School & Trip Back |
Near the end of October, I was invited to go to Timisoara and teach in the Baptist Bible School there. It was an honor for me to do this and prior to the invitation, I did not even know that such a school existed. It is similar to the series of Institutes at Surduc which Tamara and I graduated from. I was given the address and thanks to my GPS, I arrived just a bit early. There were eight students and my translator Catalin. I had prepared four - 50 minute lessons to teach them -- about attitudes -- two bad attitudes -- complaining and criticizing -- and two good attitudes that would replace those -- thankfulness and love. The students seemed interested in the topic, took copious notes and I enjoyed teaching them. One young woman asked about a personal problem she was having and I was able to take the material I had just taught and give her some ideas to help. Application is the KEY. At the end of four hours we parted ways and I started home. I decided to go a different way -- a way through Buzias, which should have much less traffic and would be more scenic than the normal road between Lugoj and Timisoara. The first part of the trip was uneventful and delightful, no cars, no trucks -- a drive through the countryside. But, I missed a detour sign about a bridge being out ahead because I did not understand enough Romanian. I was following another car and together we came to the bridge which was being worked on no way across. The driver ahead of me spoke with a woman on a bicycle and then he did a left turn down a narrow concrete road. I figured that he knew where he was going, so I followed him. We were on an ancient, broken-in-the-middle, one car wide, bushes on each side concrete road where I was riding the ridges of the concrete to avoid tearing out the bottom of the car. After a few hundred yards, this turned into a dirt road which was mud because of the rain which had fallen all day. Fortunately I had just had new winter tires put on the car, so I had good traction. As I drove through this mud these are some of these thoughts passed through my mind.
The GPS had no idea what road I was on later I found this path on Google Maps -- actually I was out in the middle of the fields on tractor roads. After about 2 miles of going through the mud, we came to a real road -- the Dacia going one way and I went the other. Now the GPS knew where I was and in just a few minutes I made it back home, but it was an interesting adventure in driving the Romanian roads. God watches out for me all the time |