19-25 April 2020 Can We Get Ready More Rapidly?

Sunday is fun in the COVID time because we have been teaching Nursery (more Nursery than Primary) to our grandkids.  We acted out King Benjamin on the tower, complete with foil covered crown and bathrobe on a step stool.  Taking our own challenge to our kids and grandkids to spread the love, we cut out valentines and taped them on the doors of our two lovely, aged sisters from Pagedale.  (Abbi did not accept the idea of a heart attack in April.  She is sure that Valentines are only appropriate in February.)  Then we headed to the office to print out boarding cards for our latest group of departing missionaries.  Will we ever start getting missionaries back?  President Bell held a mission wide devotional this Sunday evening.  In our time, this is a first.  Technology is providing some opportunities that we would have never done but for the virus shutdown and shut in. 

On Monday, April 20^th I drove back down to Farmington, MO to turn in that apartment with the newly painted fan blades.  We still got dinged a couple of hundred dollars of our deposit for the heavily marked walls that need repainting.  It is frustrating to lose any of the Mission’s deposit money, but I must admit that sometimes we aren’t as careful as we could be.  Then (surprise!) I took a detour to Washington, Missouri to drop off some cloth masks to some sisters out there.  They are so brave as they become skilled at inside proselyting by technology while staying socially distant.  I’m convinced it will help the Work move forward at a better pace as more finding is done on line—where the rising generation spends their time and gives attention. 

Wednesday, April 22^nd was transfers.  That is remarkable because we actually had missionary moves on the calendar this time, as opposed to emergency departures which we have experienced almost every week for the last 6 weeks.  I had to say goodbye to Elder Hamblin, a faithful, quiet housing assistant.  But he is off to be a zone leader in Springfield, Illinois.  I’ll miss him, but he will do good and stretch a bit more in Springfield.  As his replacement, I welcomed Elder John.  Elder John is from a ranch in Emmett, Idaho and very much looks and acts the part.  But his down-home style is very endearing.  He baptized 15 people in has last area.  He wouldn’t be mistaken for a gospel scholar, but he is tender-hearted and genuine.  People just relate to his honesty.  Bonus:  he is handy with pulling a trailer and fixing things, a couple of skills I can make use of.  To have everyone with a bed tonight, we jumped in the truck, loaded some furniture, and headed to Cape Girardeau to make room for a new three person companionship.  While we were down there, I installed a replacement part on some nearby missionaries’ broken blinds.  I could have searched in vain for that part in stores for days, but on Amazon I had it in days with no hassle.  Honestly, I’m afraid Amazon is going to rule our world soon.  They are just too good at filling our needs and wants!

On Friday, April 24^th we had an office staff meeting that rocked my world.  With all the departing missionaries and resultant empty apartments, I had created a plan to clean and inventory all 23 of them during the next four weeks to be ready for hoped-for incoming missionaries.  But President Bell shared that a conversation with the Area Presidency advising that we may receive as many as 40 missionaries on May 5^th, with 20 more or so every two weeks.  Apparently, 90 percent of early responders have told the Church that they want to be sent back out to the field as soon as possible.  That means that there will be thousands to absorb in US missions while the COVID environment stabilizes allowing for transfers to foreign countries.  RaDene helped me take my four weeks to readiness plan and turn it into a one week plan.  Yes, we organized a schedule that pressed the entire mission presidency and their families, all senior missionaries, and young missionaries near the empty apartments to work, with some of us cleaning multiple apartments every day of the week, starting Monday, April 27^th through Saturday, May 2^nd.  Honestly, I don’t know if we can pull it off.  Each apartment requires a great deal of elbow grease, not to mention a ruthless attitude of getting rid of accumulated stuff.  Somehow, with all she has to do, RaDene helped me not only redo my plan, but enlist the soldiers.  She has tremendous capacity.  At least it was the Jacobs’ 50^th anniversary, and Sister Bell made a delicious chocolate cake.  And what’s more, an anonymous benefactor made arrangements with a local deli to cater lunch for the office.  How delightful.  Food is always a welcome gift to missionaries, even senior missionaries.

Elder Scheurman came in and sensing our need, displayed some marvelous talent at a much needed time.  He took apartment inventory and cleaning checklists and turned them into Google surveys.  Each group of apartment workers will have information as to what my expectations are for cleaning the apartments next week and automatically accumulate furnishing deficiencies into a report so we can see and fill the needs.  Now its time to start making calls to delegate the work.

On Saturday, April 25, RaDene and I and the housing assistants drove down to the vacant missionary apartment in the Rockwood 1^st area.  We had scoped it out some weeks before, and frankly, the missionaries that had left it in terrible shape.  The kitchen and bathroom were downright dirty and the closets set a new standard for clutter.  Meanwhile, the beds and bedding were in really bad shape.  We divided in order to conquer.  RaDene and I put on gloves and tackled the kitchen and bathroom, respectively, and Elder Scheurman and Elder John were in charge of tossing stuff.  It was a good teaching experience since the elders experienced what our standard was for neat and clean.  Every few minutes I got up from standing on my head in the bathtub and answered questions about what to keep and what to toss.  My motto:  when in doubt, throw it out.  We filled a dumpster.  It took us almost three hours, but by the time we were done, it was someplace you wouldn’t mind staying yourself.  But, it was a bit ominous.  If every apartment would need this much grit and determination, we will have a difficult week next week indeed.

12-18 April 2020 Get the Masks Out

Sunday, April 12^th was a delight.  Although birthdays generally mean gatherings, grand food, and presents, this year was different.  We made an omelet for breakfast, which was about as close to familiar as this day got to a normal birthday in recent years.  We rarely cook breakfast since being on the mission.  But afterwards, RaDene made German chocolate cupcakes while I read a touching set of tributes she had collected for me from family, work colleagues, friends, and neighbors.  Some of the people she coaxed to write to me were quite unexpected and flattering, like former lawyers, co-workers, and directors at Headwaters.  Those were deep, rich associations.  But most special of course were the messages from my dear family.  Reading memories of my now-grown children, I was struck by how much outdoor adventures had meant to them.  One thing is for certain, the houseboat has been a good investment.  At any rate, the effort yielded the best birthday gift I could have imagined out here in the mission field, and it was a total surprise.

Then we did some reverse birthday giving.  We wrapped plates of cupcakes, donned our masks and gloves, and made deliveries from the edge of front porches, respecting our social distances.  For Annie Stewart and Dee Marche, our aged ministering sisters from the Pagedale Branch, we thought that if we were not allowed to visit them in their homes, we ought not give them our baked goods.  So, they received instead what they had said were their needs—rolls of precious toilet paper, beautifully wrapped.  Our missionary friends in the vicinity—the “Frontenac Sisters,” the Housing Assistants, the APs, the Evertons, and the Bells were the lucky recipients of RaDene’s German chocolate cupcakes.  For dinner, we made the unimaginable.  Barbequed pork chops steamed in the Instant Pot.  The smoker gods must have thought I had lost my marbles.  But, without so much as a barbeque grill here, it was the best we could do.  And surprisingly delicious. 

Tuesday, April 14^th was a bit crazy.  I had given notice to vacate an apartment in Farmington in the Cape Girardeau zone before COVID-19 looked at all serious and long before the instruction to keep apartments for reassigned missionaries.  So, I had to get moved out by the end of the month.  The landlord had found a new renter and so asked me to get possession back ASAP.  I had told him I thought I could get it back to him about 10 days early, but to do it, I accelerated the moveout to this day.  Storage is at an absolute premium so what to do with the furnishings?  I had a solution:  take it to the Mexico apartment in the Columbia zone which we had vacated two weeks earlier to move some sisters into a new apartment in a new area.  Of course that meant careful packing of the truck and trailer and a long 3 hour, 180 mile road trip between zones.  And of course, this being the season it is, we dropped off home made face masks to the elders in the Farmington area which mothers were sending by the box full.  If that wasn’t crazy enough, just getting to Farmington from St Louis takes over an hour, and home from Mexico is about 2 hours.  So we had 6 hours of windshield time, not counting the loading and unloading.  Yes, it was a long day. 

Wednesday, April 15^th, was easy by comparison.  We needed to vacate a senior apartment for which we had also given notice because the MLS couple was released and no replacement seniors were in the pipeline in this era of pandemic.  I didn’t want to throw it all away—at least not yet, but again, storage was a problem.  In what seems like a never ending shuffle board game, we took it all to a nearby apartment in the Hazelwood North area that had no missionaries because they were sent home.  But that didn’t mean it had no furniture.  Indeed, it was fully furnished.  So, we moved things around in the front room and dining room, and filled the available space with the senior missionary furnishings, including the bed, which certainly is not helpful for young missionary purposes.

On Saturday, April 18^th, I had the pleasure of taking Sister Hatfield with me back down to Farmington to clean the apartment we had moved out of on Tuesday.  Can I just say that RaDene is a great worker?  One of the crazy things we had to deal with was glow in the dark stars stuck all over the ceiling and ceiling fan.  The came off the ceiling pretty well, but they peeled the paint right off the ceiling fan blades.  While RaDene finished cleaning the fridge, I uninstalled fan blades and painted them.  It wasn’t perfect, but probably up to apartment standards.  The hardest part was standing on an overturned plastic mop bucket ever so gingerly to get the blades reinstalled.  It is so hard to convince folks that putting sticky stuff on apartment surfaces is not a good idea.  I’m sure it seemed cute and harmless at the time.  On the drive home, you won’t be surprised to know we stopped in Crystal City/Riverview area and then in St Louis Hills to—wait for it—drop of homemade cloth masks, as well as mail, which pretty much goes without saying.  The housing workers are part of the mission pony express.

Calendar of Events in the Church and Missouri St. Louis Mission - March 11th - April 20th 2020

A Calendar of Events March 11 - April 20, 2020

So we don't forget... all the incredible, unprecedented moments during 
the COVID 19 Pandemic in the Missouri St. Louis Mission:

March 11^th   - in the Missouri St. Louis Mission

·         New Missionary Orientation for 9 new missionaries

·         Mission Wide Transfers  (changes in Mission leadership?....

·         Received Notice that 5 missionaries from Korea had received temporary Assignment to MSLM anticipated arrival on March 23rd

March 11^th –  Church Announcement:

·         Restrictions on Stake and Leadership Conferences.  Weekly Church services held under the direction of Local leaders.

March 12^th –  Church Announcement:

·         Gatherings of Church Members Suspended worldwide, branch, ward, or stake activities

MSLM impact – Zone Councils were scheduled for that day. Zone conferences were scheduled for 3 days in the following week – March 17-19, Stake Relief societies were planning meals for 50-70 missionaries each day.

March 13^th –  Church Announcement:

·         Temples would be closed except for living ordinances

Friday, March 13^th –  church group email system ‘broke’ .  

Church worked to release a new system, in time to start communicating regularly with parents regarding COVID 19 notices/information.  It was probably related to the fact that the church was revamping it's Missionary portal and asked that all of our mission documents, letter templates etc be transferred to Google Drive... without much instruction or technical support to do so!  It was a huge project that coincided with all that was happening due to COVID19 - 

March 15^th – First at home sacrament meetings

MSLM impact - we had 9 new missionaries and many transferred missionaries who were in new areas for the first time and did not have relationships with members or priesthood leaders to support their work... they had to find other ways

March 16^th – Church Announcement: COVID-19’s Impact on Missionary Service

·          young missionaries with health issues and senior missionaries may be released from service

·         Missionaries who begin their service and are unable to travel to assigned mission may be temporarily reassigned to another mission

·         Missionaries who would complete their mission on or before Sept 1 2020 may be released after they have served for 21 months

March 17^th – LDS provide disaster relief to Tennessee Tornado Victims  (was this the storm where mission vehicles were damaged?)

March 18^th – Earthquake in SLC damages Angel Moroni statute

March 18^th – MSLM – 9pm President Bell received initial list of missionaries who ‘out of an abundance of caution’ would need to be released.  He called staff and asked us to prayerfully consider who should go home.  We were 'flexing' to have our first zoom zone conference the next day - and would have to include a staff meeting to discuss and decide

March 19^th

·         1^st Mission Wide Zoom Zone Conference,

·        1^st young missionaries and Senior missionaries contacted to and told they were being released

·      Pres & Sister Bell in conjunction with Mission Medical council began painstaking work of identifying others who were at risk, Elder Hatfield & I served on the council for 2 hours during the this day

Elder Hatfield made phone calls to Stake Presidents as names were decided upon, I started preparing departing materials, certificates of release, letters, etc.

Friday, March 20^th

·         Received Email from MTC that 6 missionaries who had calls to foreign countries had received temporary assignment to MSLM

March 20^th  Church Announced: More Temporary Adjustments made to Missionary Work

·         Coming weeks substantial numbers of missionaries will need to return to their home nations to continue their service

·         14 day period of self-isolation and may be assigned to serve within their home country

·         MTCs will not receive missionaries – training will take place through technology

Saturday, March 21^th – State of Illinois Stay at Home Order effective beginning at 5pm

MSLM impact:  No one would be able to be baptized in Illinois. (3 full zones, 2 partial zones impacted)   Missionaries would not be able to gather at church buildings – even in small groups.  (5 zones were impacted by this order  - all of the areas in O’Fallon, Champaign, Springfield, part of the areas in Hazelwood and Cape Giradeau)

·         First of the Senior missionaries started for home (Thomsons & Emmersons)

Monday, March 23^rd – St. Louis County Stay at Home Order effective at 5pm

MSLM impact:  Baptisms could be conducted if fewer than 10 people were in the building at the time.  Must observe social distancing practices.  People could gather at church buildings for sacrament meeting – if 10 or fewer people were in attendance and observed social distancing while there.  (parts of 3 zones were impacted, St. Louis, So St. Louis, Hazelwood)

·         We expected the arrival of 5 missionaries transferred from Korea, they did not arrive

Tuesday, March 24^th

·         Mid morning received an email from Missionary Department directing our office to make the travel arrangements for all of the missionaries were to be released

·         Sister Bell, Sister Hatfield worked in conjunction with Sister Hatfield’s sister, Kamie Hubbard to begin booking trips

·         Learned 2 more missionaries would be evacuated from the MTC to our mission, for a total of 8 new arrivals on Thursday, March 26^th.

Wednesday, March 25^th

·         More missionaries received notice of releases

·         Flurry of activity in the office to prepare all the departing packets and welcome notebooks

Thursday, March 26^th

·         18 missionaries departed, beginning at 6am, rolling departures/reassignment of companionships

·         6 pm learned that the flight for 8 incoming missionaries had been cancelled

Friday, March 27^th

·         7 missionaries departed,

·         8 missionaries arrived transfers occurred in Mission Office Parking lot

Saturday, March 28^th

·         New Missionary Orientation conducted via Zoom

March 31^st – Church offers new Options for Missionary Service by April 30^th

·         Impact on MSLM:  the 6 Korean missionaries and the 3 new missionaries we were expecting on April 21^st will be delayed

Thursday, April 2^nd

·         3 more missionaries depart

Friday, April 10^th

·         1^st New Missionary training via Zoom for 17 missionaries (9 from planned transfer in March, 8 from

Monday, April 13^th

·         4 more missionaries depart

Monday April 20^th

·         3 more missionaries depart

Church at Home with Nana & Papa Begins!

It's been over a month since I first posted the following photos on Blogger.  I haven't had a moment to get back to adding captions/explanations.  And truth be told, I don't have a moment today!  It's Sunday and we are at the Mission office.  President Bell is conducting zoom interviews with the 19 missionaries who we got word on Thursday would be arriving in our mission on Tuesday - yes, 5 days later!  In other words - life as normal - transfers every other week - in the Missouri St. Louis Mission during COVID 19 Pandemic.... But I digress....

Here are photos from our first Google Hangout Church at home with Nana & Papa on Sunday March 22nd.  

Super heroes can stand for the Right

We can be gardeners planting seeds in the Lord's vineyard - like missionaries!

Sunday afternoon chat with his folks while he watches big fluffy snow flakes fall and papa with his hands full of the 'fruit' he harvested from the tree while our grands watched ("Silly Papa - taped oranges on the tree)

My friend Eva sent me a photo from Easter 2019 standing outside my house... my house 2020

Like Swans on a Lake & The Case of the Missing Peanut Butter Sandwich

The following are the articles that were included in the 18 page COVID19 Special Edition of the Mission Newsletter, published on April 24, 2020

Like Swans on a Lake by Sister Hatfield

That’s how I described it to someone who asked how things were going in the MSLM office during week 3 of the “COVID19 transfer”.

On Tuesday, March 24^th President Bell received a “Major Process Change” email from the Missionary Department directing our office to to make all the travel arrangements needed to get the 27 missionaries who had been identified home ASAP.  

A few minutes after President Bell gave me the news, I had the thought to post it on my family GroupMe thread.  I pushed the thought away a couple of times, but finally, still feeling like I shouldn’t take time to give my family a frivolous update - I stepped into the back office where I wouldn’t be overheard and dictated a quick text.  At the end of my texted I quipped “anybody want to help me book tickets?”  before I was able to sit back in my chair, my sister Kamie texted “I would love to” followed by a text from my niece, “that’s my mom’s dream job”. 

Minutes later I had my sister on the phone.  As soon as she was able to open her computer, I shared with her a google doc listing the names, birthdates, and hometowns of all the missionaries who we needed to get home. And Kamie got to work.  Not long after, Sister Bell arrived at the office and the three of us made quite the team.  Sister Bell searched and found the best priced flights and Kamie worked with the airlines to book the tickets.  I managed the communications between the mission, the parents and stake presidents and started orchestrating all of the typical departing processes.  Despite the fact that several more missionaries were added to the flight pool and almost a third of the flights canceled and had to be rebooked – somehow, miraculously, within 72 hours of posting an inspired message on my family’s group text, 26 of Missouri St. Louis’s finest missionaries were safely home or on flights soon to be home.  Like swans on a lake.

The case of the Missing Peanut Butter Sandwich by Elder Hatfield

Many of our departing missionaries left with very little time to prepare.  One sister called after she arrived back at home.  She said when she was on the plane and couldn’t find the sandwich she was sure she had packed - she had the thought that maybe she had left on her apartment kitchen counter.  Late one evening a day or two later I stopped to check.  Although the apartment was otherwise neat and clean, sure enough, on the kitchen counter was a peanut butter and Nutella sandwich, right next to the open peanut butter jar!   Fortunately, the food was found before any great infestation occurred.

Meanwhile, I had plenty of other empty apartments to consider.  I talked to President Bell and developed a plan to start closing apartments, trying to maintain what I thought we would need.  I prepared notices to terminate and decided to send them out on April 7^th.  On the evening of April 6^th, the day before I was to send notices, I received an email from the Missionary Department.  It instructed me that we should not close apartments.  If that message had come a week, or even a day later, I would have put in motion legal notices to terminate leases that might have been impossible to reverse, and at the very least embarrassing to the Mission’s reputation.  I felt relief for the direction from the Church, just at the moment I needed it. 

The process of caring for many empty apartments and getting them ready again for missionaries that will be sent to the Missouri St Louis Mission will be a big job.  I am grateful for the office staff and missionaries who share the burden with me.  In the end, I feel confident that we are being led by leaders that operate with inspiration.  The Lord’s Work with go forward even better suited for our world than before.  It is a blessing to be a part of it.

5-11 April 2020 Masks for All and a Dryer for Three

On Sunday, April 5^th Sister Hatfield and I needed to take more face masks to missionaries in the South St Louis Zone.  So, we decided we would attend the morning session of General Conference with them in the St Louis Hills building.  Six elders had set up a TV for watching in the young women’s room.  We took our supply of white handkerchiefs and helped the missionaries participate in the hosanna shout.  It certainly was a memorable conference both for the messages, and for the social distancing practices that made remote attendance mandatory for everyone.

While we typically have office staff meetings on Fridays, this week we held staff meeting on Monday, April 6^th.  I presented President Bell with a report of our vacant apartments, now numbering about 23.  I had a tentative plan for giving notice to terminate a number of the leases.  At the end of the meeting, President Bell was not feeling particularly sure about the situation, having very little information about what expectation we should have for missionaries returning to the mission.  He decided that we should call Elder Sam Wong, First Counselor in the North America Central Area Presidency.  Elder Wong counseled that we should continue to make contingency plans and suggested that we start closing apartments judiciously.  But he acknowledged that he didn’t have any more firm information than we did about missionary returns.  I prepared notices to terminate and decided to send them out on April 7^th.  On the evening of April 6^th, the day before I was to send notices, I received an email from the Missionary Department.  It instructed me that we should not close apartments.  If that message had come a week, or even a day later, I would have put in motion legal notices to terminate leases that might have been impossible to reverse, and at the very least embarrassing to the Mission’s reputation.  I felt relief for the direction from the Church, just at the moment I needed it.  The process of caring for many empty apartments and getting them ready again for missionaries that will be sent to the Missouri St Louis Mission will be a big job.  I am grateful for the office staff and missionaries who share the burden with me.  In the end, I feel confident that we are being led by leaders that operate with inspiration.  The Lord’s Work with go forward even better suited for our world than before.  It is a blessing to be a part of it.

April 8^th was a special day, not because the work was unusual for me, but because Sister Hatfield joined me and the housing assistants in it.  It was a long day setting up beds for new companionships in far corners of the Champaign zone, together with other chores that we could do along the way.  With a few more missionaries leaving for COVID-19 concerns the day before, some further adjustments had to be made in the mission companionship organization.  I take the responsibility of having everyone in a bed just as quickly as possible.  The task this day was to gather up furniture we already had in empty apartments and get it moved to where the missionaries needed it.  It started with a visit to the apartment left by a senior couple in the Hazelwood zone, the zone just north of St Louis.  We packed up an enormous wood table and chairs, and some desks and chairs.  I took advantage of RaDene being with us to do some planning as to how to button up this apartment and turn it back over to the landlord, a decision made and notice given some months ago.  Then we headed across the Mississippi to Illinois, and in the Shilo East area of the O’Fallon zone, picked up beds and brought in garbage cans in another empty apartment.  Then we turned north to Mattoon.  This small town is presently the teaching area of two sisters for whom we had some mail and masks.  It seems we are taking masks to everyone we see lately.  After a short visit and a prayer, we went past Champaign to the town of Mahomet, where the sister training leaders for the zone live and have a new threesome.  They had asked for a kitchen table, which they admittedly needed.  They had been making due with a folding table, and with three sisters locked into their apartment, they needed some table space to be their creative selves. 

Somehow, our timing was not right, and we got their before the sisters got back from grocery shopping.  And sadly, I had forgotten my key.  That is always a mistake.  We thought we would get a jump on things and start unloading the bed and table and chairs and lights, and so forth, while we waited for the sisters to return.  Just about the time we got the furniture all unloaded, the heavens opened, rain descended, and the wind and lightning chased us back into the truck and the entry stairwell.  Midwest storms have a power to them that we don’t often get in the Mountain West.  We looked kind of funny balancing furniture on the stairs in precarious positions.  But the sisters came and we set them up.  Except the table would not fit around the corner and in the door at the top of the stairs.  While two of us held it, one of us started unbolting legs and supports.  That landing and stairs was the wrong place to be disassembling, but we did it.

The dryer in Mahomet has been on the “fix it” list since before I came to the mission in December of last year.  Generations of sisters have complained that it did not dry.  At first I didn’t feel ownership of the problem because it didn’t start on my watch.  So, I had a local member look at it, I called the apartment maintenance staff, and I even paid an appliance technician to fix it.  No luck with any of those, except that the technician confirmed that there was nothing wrong with the dryer, it simply wasn’t getting any exhaust airflow.  So, now, I decided it was time.  Armed with the mission shop vac, we went to work to see if we could find a clog in the dryer exhaust line.  In apartments, it isn’t so easy to find the exhaust ports, especially on for the second story.  I stood on chairs in the back planters, hung over balcony rails, and got plenty of funny looks from other residents.  But we simply could not find the exhaust port.  Finally, we stood back and saw something on the roof of the apartment that looked like it could be it.  I have never seen a dryer vent to the roof, but we were out of options.  We didn’t have a ladder, much less a second story ladder, much less permission to go on the roof.  There had to be another way. 

How about an attic access?  We searched the apartment, with no luck.  But, back out on that small stair landing, there it was.  The tell-tale square frame in the sheet rocked ceiling.  I got a chair, but was still well shy of the access.  So, Elder Schumann, our wiry new housing assistant, stood on my shoulders and I boosted him through the hole.  We handed up a flash light, and he thought he saw a pipe snaking through the ceiling about where our dryer was.  He acrobatically swung through the rafters, avoiding stepping through the ceiling, and we banged and listened from above and below.  We were convinced we had found the exhaust pipe.  But how would we clear it?  I decided that was someone else’s problem.  I instructed Elder Schumann to disconnect the pipe at an elbow he had taken a picture of for me.  It was a bit tedious, but he was successful, and we left the pipe dangling from the roof top.  Sure enough, the clog was past the elbow, and the dryer exhausted very nicely.  The next day I told the story, complete with sketch, and sent it to the apartment manager.  I bet they don’t get many tenants doing HVAC work in their attic, but I was not going to leave with the dryer not working.

Well, that put us behind schedule.  Lucky for the housing assistants, RaDene insisted we get a burger at McDonalds before pressing on.  That was a good call.  The take out food options were all closing and we hadn’t eaten all day.  I haven’t had a Big Mac in years.  You know, they taste pretty good on a day like this one.  We headed away from Mahomet, which is north of Champaign, and west to Springfield to set up our last three some arrangement.  We didn’t stay long, because we still had a two and a half hour drive back to St Louis.  Again, luck for the young elders, they had Sister Hatfield along on this trip, so we had lively conversation.  We only broke curfew by an hour and a half this day—9 am to 11:30 pm.

Later that week, on April 10^th we participated in the worldwide COVID fast initiated by President Nelson.  That was an amazing experience to join with people of all stripes in a common spiritual cause.  He really is the Lord’s Annointed for the world.  The next day, I had a COVID experience of a different kind.  I had to queue up at the drug store, the grocery store, and last, with RaDene and two missionaries at WalMart.  I have never stood in line in the United States like this once, much less three times.  It is strange.  We were at WalMart to by the elders a laptop that the Church had authorized for online proselyting.  These smart young missionaries are displaying their skills, talents, and obedience by continuing to press ahead with the work against all odds.  We feel like the skills we are gaining in this isolating time is teaching online skills that will be a powerful tool for the missionary work long after the social distancing is over and done.  Strangely, the virus is hastening the Work by forcing us to gain needed skills for the time we live in.  People don’t respond to knocking on their doors.  They do respond to Facebook.

April 11^th started with some rolling up of the sleeves and taking of my own Housing Coordinator medicine:  we straightened and cleaned our apartment like good missionaries.  I did a little shopping and went to a former senior missionary apartment in the area and started the process of cleaning out, cleaning up, and packing.  Knowing how scarce a commodity storage is, and how distracting and burdensome extra, non-essential “stuff” is to transitory missionaries, I have gotten really good at donating and throwing away.  I also like to be the first one in so as not to scare others when the fridge or toilet have rainbow colors growing in them.  RaDene worked hard in the office all afternoon, catching up on baptism reports and many other projects that start to press as we get close to another transfer.  I use that term advisedly, because all we have done for some time is send people home, not receive.  But, we hope that will change after missionaries make their elections by April 30^th to be reassigned as soon as health circumstances permit travel.

30 Mar-4 Apr 2020 Empty Apartments and Face Masks

Sunday, March 29^th was our third week without gathering for church meetings.  We miss the fellowship of the saints.  We enjoy our small sacrament service together.  We use some pita bread, and have extra large pieces in order to give us more to chew on, which is a physical way to extend our meditation.  RaDene made a great effort to put together some packages of scriptures and small gifts, beautifully wrapped, for the adults and kids in each our children’s families.  They represented each day of the last week of Christ’s life on earth.  Her creativity and enthusiasm are the ribbons that tie our family together.  We were able to conclude our day with a video conference with our adult kids.  We crave keeping up a little, with what is going on in their lives.  We have found that trying to have a video conference with grandkids--babies and pre-schoolers is fun, if in short, spontaneous bursts, but too chaotic to accomplish much more than blowing kisses. 

On Tuesday, March 31^st I made a pretty epic tour around the Cape Girardeau Zone.  That is the southern leg of the mission, taking in a good deal of southern Missouri.  It was a reminder of how remote some teaching areas are, and why you just can’t often run out to some places.  You really need to bundle the reasons to go, which of course, makes them even longer adventures when you do.  I first went to the heart of the zone, the city of Cape Girardeau.  Some senior missionaries had left from there several weeks ago.  I had some young missionaries look after things while things were so crazy with the COVID-19 departures.  But it really was time to get down there and see what needed to be done to close the apartment.  Some sisters living nearby had their eyes on a few items in the apartment, and I was more than happy to let them have whatever they could use.  The mission really doesn’t have the capacity to store full apartment’s worth of furnishings, and in the current environment, the charities aren’t open to receive donations.  And anyway, beds are not acceptable anyway for sanitation concerns.  What to do with senior apartment large beds is a problem, but not one the young missionaries can solve.  They can swap out couches, broken dressers and tables, and other things that are typically nicer in the senior apartments.  And while there, I made the usual rounds of fixing lights and blinds, checking alarms, and generally addressing whatever is on the missionaries’ minds.  And I feel good about praying with them before I depart. 

The next stop was Sikeston, home of the Lambert Café and “throw’d rolls.”  It’s closed though, so no stopping for comfort food.  I took a new elder a bag that he had left at the mission office when his trainer came to pick him up the week before, helped them with some shower and linoleum repairs, and generally tried to encourage them that they were not forgotten down there.  Then I was off to Poplar Bluff, on the edge of the Ozarks.  Sikeston is pretty flat farm land.  By the time you get to Poplar Bluff, the rolling hills have become quite a bit higher, and beautifully forested.  The elders here needed desk chairs, and since they only had one broken one, I agreed.  The apartment itself was surprisingly nice, with a townhouse feel to it.  One of the elders here is famous for bringing brownies to any meeting he goes to.  I’m a fan of his.  Perhaps the prettiest drive in Missouri is through the Ozarks between Poplar Bluff, northward to Farmington.  The beautiful pine forests, rolling hills, rocky outcroppings, rivers, and lakes are postcard pretty.  And the highway was a wide, divided, four-lane road, easy to drive.  Particularly because I am sure I didn’t see more than a dozen car in two hours of driving.

In Farmington, I fixed a bathroom fan, noted a missing kitchen chair for next time, and collected keys for the Farmington North apartment that we was going to be closed.  I like the Farmington North Apartment, but it just doesn’t seem to make sense to have two sets of missionaries in such a small unit, borne out by the fact that we have had no one using it for a couple of months.  It’s a good thing I have a few weeks to get this ready to turn back in.  The sisters that lived here last have accumulated a lot of stuff to deal with.  By now its getting late, but I need to make one more stop in south St Louis, an area called Webster Grove.  Even though the apartment was recently vacated by the missionaries living there as we go through the COVID-19 downsizing, I wouldn’t have stopped but for a call Sis Hatfield got over the weekend.  One of the young sisters that had been staying there phoned RaDene somewhat sheepishly, saying that she realized on her plane flight home that she was hungry, and that she couldn’t find her sandwich.  Maybe she had left it in the apartment?  Sure enough, the apartment was in better than average shape, but on the kitchen counter was a made peanut butter and Nutella sandwich, together with open jars and bread bag.  Nothing was green, but there was plenty of fresh food in the fridge that needed to go—along with the sandwich.  So I made an emergency clean out, noting that I needed to get back here before long.  These young ladies had been stocked with food.  RaDene had worked this whole day in the office, and when I finally picked her up about 9 pm she left for the first time that day.  She has tremendous stamina and determination.

Wednesday, April 1^st was almost as big an adventure as the day before.  The Housing Assistants and I piled into the truck and headed for “Mexico.”  It is fun to say that, here in Missouri.  The sisters there had been patiently waiting for the lease to begin in their new area of Bear Creek North, in Columbia, and that day had finally come.  Mexico is a smallish town north and east of Columbia.  It got its name back in 1836 or so, when the New Mexico territory, on the way to Texas, was established.  We loaded everything out of the two story plus a basement townhouse in Mexico, leaving the washer and dryer because we didn’t really have room to pack them in.  We headed the 45 minutes or so to the north east part of Columbia and got the keys to the new apartment.  It was a real change, being a new, but small one bedroom apartment.  It did have the benefit of being in a nice, stable complex.  It is too close to I-70 though, and the trucks make more noise than I would like.  It’s tolerable if the doors and windows are closed.  But the sisters seem content.

On Friday, April 3^rd RaDene joined me on a tour of vacant apartments in Webster Grove North, Oakville, Fenton, and Rockwood 1^st.  We’ve learned that as missionaries left, they didn’t necessarily leave things in condition ready for new missionaries to move in when they start coming back to the field.  RaDene is helping me develop a checklist of what needs to be done to be move in ready.  Sometimes, it isn’t much.  Maybe just a light cleaning, or replacement of a missing comforter.  But sometimes we have moved out dressers, beds, or other things to occupied apartments with specific needs, and sometimes the apartments are cluttered and in dire need of a deep cleaning.  Developing the schedule of how to get move in ready preparations done is challenging. 

Saturday, April 4^th was the beginning of General Conference.  After the Saturday afternoon session, we loaded the car with mail and face masks to take to Cape Girardeau Zone.  We mostly just passed things to the zone leaders there, but took more mail and masks to Farmington to make our ride home a bit longer, because it would be difficult for the zone leaders to get to the Farmington and Poplar Bluff teaching areas.  Farmington and Poplar Bluff would be meeting together on Sunday to spend one session of conference together.  The Evertons and the Bells helped take masks to other zones in the mission.  Our supply of paper masks is thin, and if we don’t get a resupply, the 1 or 2 masks that we have been able to distribute won’t be any good for long.

22-29 Mar 2020 Broken Curfews

Sunday, March 22^nd had a delightful beginning.  We had invited our grandchildren to join us in a video primary experience.  They were not quiet, but they were interested and attentive.  Grandma (Nanna) had arranged for Abby to say the opening prayer with her Dad’s help.  We sang songs, and had some age appropriate storytelling, which at different times included Nanna falling over on the floor to make the point.  We loved it, and I think the grandkids loved it too. 

Then we had a video temple preparation class with Sherri Cullen.  RaDene and I taught like traditional missionaries, taking turns teaching concepts, back and forth.  I think we commented to each other on reflection that it was one of the best teaching experiences together we have ever had.  We were two for two this day.  I can’t help but feel like this sort of remote experience will someday be a very common tool in the missionary toolbox, even when this “social distancing” is a memory but not a current reality.  It certainly is raising the awareness of the possibilities—and for now, the necessity—from the Missionary Department on down to missionaries in each teaching area. 

Later that day we did a few other things that were important, if not pinnacles of spirituality.  We delivered packages to our St Louis Zone missionaries in Lindell and Pagedale.  Sometimes these ad hoc deliveries are crucial.  But just as often they are opportunities to see some of these latter-day stripling warriors and deliver emotional care packages.  RaDene is particularly good at this, and had helped me develop better practices of interacting with the young missionaries when I visit their apartments from time to time.  That night, RaDene did some research to track down the actual texts of the Illinois Governor’s “stay home” order and the corresponding St Louis County order.  Importantly, RaDene identified the St Louis characterization of religious work as “necessary services,” giving us a bit more flexibility to allow missionaries use the church building WIFI, while practicing safe social distancing practices.  Unfortunately, 40 percent of our missionary force, being assigned to Illinois, did not have the benefit of this necessary services definition.  One of the very difficult consequences of this is that the cellular plan was all the Illinois missionaries had access to for teaching, district councils, interviews, and other purposes.  Which was not to say that the Missouri missionaries had adequate resources, even though they were periodically able to use church building WIFI. 

Monday, March 23^rd.  This work week was easily the most stressful of our mission.  Last week began the realization of the enormity of the work to begin sending missionaries home.  This week was execution week.  Missionary Travel, who ordinarily takes care of booking airline tickets, was so overwhelmed that we were asked to arrange our own travel for missionaries.  This felt equally overwhelming to us.  There is so much that goes into sending a missionary home, and a good deal of it ordinarily happens weeks, if not months, before planned departure.  Now, we had days, at most, to communicate with parents, stake presidents, and missionaries, coordinate travel and accommodations to St Louis from the distant four corners of the mission, create release letters, certificates, and other documentation, print missionary letters, create travel packets, and so many other tasks I can’t even remember them all.  And now, we needed to book flights in a chaotic airline travel environment.  In exasperation, RaDene joked on a family thread, “would anyone like to help?”  It was not altogether a joke when she asked Kamie, her sister, if she were available to help.  Kamie, not knowing what she was getting into, said yes. 

And so began and extraordinary team effort of the mission office staff, including Kamie Hubbard.  To execute, RaDene and I were not home before 2 a.m. two nights this week, and not before midnight any night but one.  Kamie was working right along with us 24-7.  RaDene had some ingenious Google sheets going so she and Kamie could in real time identify and create flight plans.  And with airlines losing cash by the suitcase full, flights cancelled about as fast as tickets were bought.  Many, if not most flights were rebooked more than once.  Smaller regional flights became nearly impossible.  Families would need to go to drive larger airports in their states.  In one case, after rebooking time and time again, a worried mother told Sister Hatfield they were getting in their motorhome in Colorado and would be here in 17 hours.  Such were the levels of concern and uncertainty. 

On Tuesday, March 24^th, I had another task to wedge in.  If it weren’t enough that we were sending home scores of missionaries this week, eight new missionaries were coming from the MTC.  The MTCs were bursting with trained missionaries that needed to get out of the MTCs and into the field.  As luck would have it, this inflow was happening on the busiest week of the year, as I saw it.  And if that weren’t interesting enough, vulnerable medical conditions would not allow use of the mission home for incoming our outgoing missionaries as is the usual practice.  On Tuesday we set up a makeshift dormitory for missionaries in a departed seniors apartment.  We crammed the king size bed in the closet, and put down twin mattresses  all over the apartment, together with pillows, covers, sheets and other bedding.

Thursday March 25^th was new missionary arrival day.  They would arrive about 4 pm that afternoon.  It being the week it was, we learned while the President was traveling to the airport that the Salt Lake flight had been cancelled.  No one seemed to know where the missionaries were.  And it took a couple of hours to figure out that the airline had arranged for transfer to dinner and an airport hotel.  Perplexed, we met together as a staff and ate the lovely lasagna dinner Sister Bell had prepared for them while we developed a new plan, while laughing and scratching our heads about the craziness of it all.

On Friday, March 26^th the new missionaries finally made it.  Not being able to congregate, we brought them to the mission office where the President and nurse interviewed them, using the supply room as an interview room.  The APs provided training at the large table while feeding them Subway sandwiches, the substitute for the lasagna dinner.  And then at the appointed time, trainers and others who had lost their companions this week meet in the mission office parking lot, observing social distancing but not coming in the office, staying in their cars, and parking with a spot between each car.  It was an extraordinary feat, organized largely on the fly.  It is a good thing that our mission secretary is a very organized, alert person.  Meanwhile, I was taking yet another missionary to the airport.  Strangely, this particular trip was to bid goodbye to a missionary that was at the end of his regularly scheduled mission.  A rare condition this month. 

Saturday, March 27^th was new missionary orientation.  Except instead of actually meeting with the new missionaries and their trainers, we had a Zoom conference.  All the new missionaries and their trainers were at their apartments.  Again, I was very impressed with the nimble adjusting everyone did.  It went off very well.  Perhaps another lesson of how things might be done routinely in the future with technology.

That afternoon, RaDene put on her work clothes and we trekked out to Warrenton to clean an apartment to turn it over to the landlord.  I had simply run out of time to get it done, so Saturday afternoon, our P-day, was the day.  In some ways, the physical labor was a welcome relief from the high stress office work of the week.  As has become the custom, we stopped by the local dollar store, mostly to see if there was any toilet paper.  There wasn’t.  But, there was a great selection of Easter items.  RaDene had all but given up on her hopes to provide Easter Week gifts to the family.  The dollar store reinvigorated the idea.  We loaded up with cute presents, goodies, cards, and colorful wrapping.  We finally headed home, capping an absolutely remarkable week of effort to send and receive missionaries in the COVID-19 environment.