We have become real Kentuckians.  We have our rocking chairs on the front porch and we can sit in them and watch traffic go by.  It is quite common for people to sit in their rocking chairs in the late afternoon or evening.  Especially the older people and they often wave as you go by.

We have move to a new cabin that is slightly larger and has a better kitchen and bedroom arrangement.  We are comfortable here and probably will stay in this place the rest of our mission.  Everything is furnished and the mission doesn't have to buy furniture so it is cheaper in the long run even though it is a little higher rent than an apartment.

Mother wanted to send a couple pictures to show what the inside looks like.  It is a little small at times but when we are busy it doesn't matter.

It is only a full-sized bed, so a little small for someone used to sleeping in a king!  

The view off our front porch.  The town is scattered along the winding main street below.  Our little cabin actually sits near the top of the hill and we have dense woods behind us so we have some privacy and quiet.

We have met some interesting people that we would love to take pictures of but we are missionaries not tourists.  There are some interesting Amish people here that still drive horses and carriages on the roads.  We bought strawberries that tasted so wonderful from them.  I'm sure part of the reason is they use no artificial fertilizers?  They had a wonderful greenhouse where mother bought a plant for our porch.  They don't use electricity for their homes but had a generator chugging away to provide cooling for the greenhouse.

Tonight we were asked to go visit a 90 year old member who has alsheimers.  He daughter called from Bowling Green and said her mother was really upset with the caregiver and was pounding on the walls and windows and wanting to run away because her family had left her.  Although she lives in her own home.  She is a long time member and has always tried to help and feed the missionaries.  She calmed down when we arrived and we had a good visit although she must have asked twenty times where we were from.  Vicki played some hymns on the piano and then we had a prayer when we left.  We checked with her daughter a little later and she said our visit had done the trick.  Her mother was back to normal and settling in for the night.  I guess missionaries are good for something?
Elder and Sister Peterson