4th of July Weekend British Style

The very thoughtful Family Home Evening group brought American flags and helped us celebrate the 4h.  Aren't they extra generous to do that?  We were touched by it.  We fed them red spaghetti (Italian) for the meal.  Silly us.  Should have had some traditional meal--but, hey, spaghetti is!

" . . . I seek not for power, but to pull it down.  I seek not for honor of the world, but for the glory of my God, and the freedom and welfare of my country."  

Alma 60:36

 What do you do when you're half American and half British?                         Here's some of our group having fun FHE night.

It isn't dark enough outside our window here at 10 p.m. to have fireworks.

Here leaving Family Home Evening in Chorley, it is about 11 p.m.  Now it would be dark enough for fireworks.

Sports Day Blackburn Ward--A bunch of really good people.

Elder Blain protecting his noggin with the Colorado Rockies hat K-Lee sent him (she lives in Denver).  People said he looked like a "marshal," which I think is what we call a referee in America.

A ward member competing with Elder Blain "marshaling."  The high council members got to help out.

More great form.  All ages competed (even the older ladies).  They had a lot of fun.

Another ward member in action.  His sister is the missionary I posted pictures of in May.

This is a sister in our ward.

More of our ward group.

Our wonderful bishop and some of his kids.  Way in the background, in a light blue shirt, you can see one of our YSA members wearing the hat I brought to keep the sun off of me.  I decided I needed to not look so pale and he is a red head (they call it "ginger" here) and he was going to burn without some protection.  He liked my adventure hat so much, he wants one.

The lady on the left, I call "The Candy Lady," because she brings candy every week to church for everyone.  These two are both a lot of fun, as you might guess by the outfit on the right.

I offered to spell this ward member off, but she was having too much fun supervising the children.  She got fried in the sun.

I wish I could have posted a video of me trying to get over a fence with my missionary clothing on as we left this sports day.  Elder Blain decided we'd take a short cut to the car.  He step easily over the fence, but I had a long skirt on, so it was impossible to do that.  I was laughing too hard trying to boost myself up on the rail and still be a lady about it.  Eventually I managed, but he had to lift me off the rail once I was balanced on the top.  I hope no one saw us doing that manuver.  Not exactly a good clearing of the rail on a sports day!  (I'm impressed that Elder Blain can still lift me in the bride carry.  It probably about killed him, but he didn't say a word--bless him.)