What is Dhal Puri?

Dhal Puri is an East Indian flatbread stuffed with seasoned yellow spit peas. Trinidad and Guyana have a big population of the East Indian culture because their ancestors came over as indentured servants in the 1800’s; so we eat a lot of East Indian dishes. We had our first taste of roti which is the base of dhal puri in Trinidad not too long after we arrived on our mission. We soon realized that roti is a main staple of the diet in these two countries. My favorite form of roti is dhal puri. So when our Relief Society announced our enrichment meeting would be to learn how to make dhal puri I was very interested. Our cooking lesson was on Saturday May 28 at 4:00 PM. Sister Devi was the teacher. She has a degree from a cooking school, so she is an expert. We had a lot of fun. The sisters thought it was pretty funny that I didn’t know anything about their foods and how to cook them. I think they really liked that I was genuinely interested in their culture. Sister Devi taught how to take yellow split peas, cook them and add garlic and hot pepper and spices and roll into balls the size of a big walnut. Then she let us do hands-on cooking as she taught us to make roti dough. We flattened a small section of dough, added the ball of dhal blend and then wrapped the dough around the dhal. The next step was to roll the whole thing together into a flat bread that reminds me of a tortilla. Then she had us put the bread on a very hot flat cast iron skillet – cook on one side then turn only once. I was able to try every step and learned a lot. Maybe I will get brave when I go home and make it for my family.

The sisters also made another popular East Indian dish – everyone’s favorite – chicken and potato curry. Then of course we were able to taste the food we had made. Delicious!

I love my Guyanese Sisters – Urmella, Marlene, Alicia, Cassandra, Melissa, Sister Moses, Sister Valarie, Sister Devi, Sister Sauers, Sister Reddi, Sister Hussian and Sister LaRose.


While we were enjoying our R.S. cooking lesson, Larry was there but he was cleaning the building in preparation for Sunday Meetings. The sisters shared their food with Elder Harris. He was glad to oblige them.

Afterward, Larry and I went to visit one of our favorite families, the Sunthgolams. Mother is Valarie, father Robert and children, Dominiqe, Cassandra and R.J. Robert was home for one day from his job in the bush. We wanted to meet him.
He gets to come home about every three weeks.

Sister Atkins

In November we went to visit an early morning seminary class in San Juan, Trinidad. It was in the home of Sister Atkins. She has two students, Melissa and Daniel. When Larry had talked to Sister Atkins the night before he commented on her cheerful voice and said that he couldn’t wait to meet her to see if her countenance matched her voice. Well, he was not disappointed. She has the most joyful countenance of anyone I have ever seen. She glows.

Sister Atkins told us about recently meeting a friend she had not seen for a long time. The friend said there was something so different about her. She said she looked so happy and there was a peace about her that she couldn’t describe. She just couldn’t get over it. She asked, “What could make such a difference in your life? Are you married?”

She said, “No, I’m not married. I have the Holy Spirit with me. I am reading the scriptures. I get up at 3:00 AM and read. I don’t want to put them down. They feel me. You want to be happy? Read the Book of Mormon.” She said she would read it so Sister Atkins gave her one.

Sister Atkins said that friends ask her, “You are always so happy; don’t you have problems?” She answers, “No, I don’t have problems. He (the Savior) takes care of them. If I do need more help I know where to go to get it.”

In May, we had the privilege of visiting her again along with her daughter, Davianna. She is in the tourist industry and was excited to give us a CD of some music of her country – steel pan music. She not only gave us two Cd's of steel pan music but invited her neighbor over to bring his steel pan and demonstrate it. He let Larry try it out.

Did you know steel pans originated in Trinidad? After World War II, Trinidad was strewn with oil drums and once they had been emptied there was no good use for them . . . until pannists realized they could make music using straight sticks tipped with a rubber. Sixty years later, Trinidad now boasts hundred of steel bands. Every year the bands have competitions esp. at Carnival time. They want to win the Band of the Year title so they practice for months in preparation for the big event. We have been to a pan yard rehearsal in Trinidad. There were dozens of different sizes of pans and many pannists playing them. They looked like they were having lots of fun. Although it is not the type of music we would search for on the radio, it is exciting to hear and wonderfully rhythmic and fun!

Sister Atkins also showed us the wonderful headdresses she had from Carnival. I couldn't wait to try them on. Her Davianna joined me in the fun. Trinidad Carnival is an annual 2 day event celebrated once a year. People come from all over the world to watch it. There are parades with people dressed in elaborate costumes dancing through the streets to the sounds of steel bands. There are many other cultural events and contests. Carnival was created by the African slaves to celebrate when slavery was abolished.

The Most Difficult Mission in the World

More than once, we have heard the WIM (West Indies Mission) is the most difficult mission in the church, and for many reasons.

(On this map we live near Port of Spain. We also live in Guyana near New Amsterdam shown on the map below.)

First, because there are 11 countries within the boundaries of the mission with 12 different governments and many complicated government regulations for immigration.

Second is because there are multiple languages spoken (English, French, Dutch, Spanish, Suriname Tonga and Creole).

Third is because there are 7 currencies. In Trinidad/Tobago, the money is called “TT” money and is exchanged at a rate of 6.34 to 1 while in Guyana the exchange rate is 200 to 1 – although Guyanese money is worthless anywhere except in Guyana. As such, it was a real shock to the system when we went to the grocery store in Guyana for the first time and the bill came to over $37,000 (about $185 in USD).

The geography of the WIM makes for difficulties as well. Since most of the mission includes Islands, the only way to access many of the members is by boat or airplane – which also makes it very expensive for missionary transfers and for priesthood leader visits.

Food is really not as much of a problem as we expected in Trinidad. There are a great many American brands here (i.e., Pizza Hut, Wendy's, Burger King, KFC, Subway and others) but we have enjoyed some of the local dishes such as bake-and-shark at the beach. Many of the missionaries told us we can't leave Trinidad without trying doubles! When we moved to Guyana we found the grocery stores have few of the items we are use to in USA. Also eating out is a challenge. We have to travel two hours to Georgetown to eat at a restaurant. The one thing we do love in Guyana is the farmers market with wonderful fresh fruit and vegetables every day of the year.

Relating to time, no one is concerned about being anywhere “on time” so when appointments are set it doesn’t really mean anything. Culturally, the West Indies is a mixed bag of every race, creed and ethnicity. It is fun to learn about different cultures. We are daily interacting with people who have ancestry from East India, Africa, Amerindian and Indonesian.

Few get married. Working – or not - is “no big deal” and many – especially the young people are absolutely content with the “status quo” so there is only a small percentage of young people who want to better themselves! It is common in Guyana to find adults who cannot read.

But, while these issues make administration of the WIM difficult, they are also contributing to making our mission service rich and rewarding as we learn to appreciate, explore, accept and most important - love! Despite these seeming concerns, it is a great adventure!

Our Trip to the Pink Palace Resort

Our Trip to the Pink Palace Resort - Feb 2011

The Pink Palace Resort is the name we have given our apartment in Trinidad because the walls are painted bright Caribbean pink and we have hot showers, air conditioning, washer and dryer and a swimming pool. It feels like we are on vacation (because we don’t have these luxuries in Guyana) – even though we are very busy there. We also enjoy being with other senior couples. We go to nice restaurants together, have FHE, explore the Island and work together at the mission office. We have the opportunity to stay in this luxury about every two months for three weeks at a time. We had some great experiences this trip.

We arrived on Friday, Jan. 28th. We were glad we could be there that week because our special friends the Wheelers were being released from their mission. The senior couples went to dinner that night at the Mongolian Grill – the Wheeler’s, Angus’s, Child’s, Sappington’s and Luster’s and Sister Ellison. It was sad to see the Wheelers go. They have been such a great influence here. They have been the office couple for about nine months. Before that they had been assigned to St. Vincent. They loved their experience there. They are going home to Idaho. We will be able to see them again.

Saturday 29th we attended Port of Spain Stake in-service meeting. The spouses of the S & I teachers were invited because we showed the video of the ‘Evening with a General Authority’. This is an annual event that the CES puts on every year. In Utah we go to the tabernacle on Temple Square. It was very nice to have it with the teachers here in Trinidad. President Ucktdorf was the speaker. Late that night we went to the airport to pick up our dear friends, Bob and Raylene Bush. They have a mission call to our West Indies Mission. Yes, we recruited them. They are serving on the Island of Grenada. They stayed two nights with us. We had a great time. It was so nice to be with friends again. They are very excited to be on a mission. Bob and Larry served together as missionaries in Uruguay, South America in 1962.

Sunday 30th attended San Fernando Ward. It was a sweet experience. We love each ward/branch we go to. We are always welcomed warmly and invited back. We were able to meet with the bishop and stake president to talk about seminary and institute teachers. They have been without any this year. On our way home we stopped at President Gamiette’s home to get our key from the Bushes who were having dinner there. Much to our surprise and delight they invited us to stay and have dinner. We had such a nice visit. We love our mission president and his wife and children. She is from France and he is from Guadalupe. They are both converts and are an incredible couple. They have five children from 5 – 16 years old.

During the three weeks we were in Trinidad we visited three seminary classes and two institute classes. That is always one of the highlights of our trip. We are amazed at the teachers and students and the spirit that attends.

Arima Branch Seminary with Sister Garcia and students.

Brother Blackburn’s class starts at 5:00 am and he has four young men attend every morning. It is an hour drive so we had to get up at 3:30 am. We took Sister Kotiah, our supervisor, with us. We come away from these classes inspired to be a better person. One of these classes was the institute class in Chaguanas. Sister Chan Qui is the teacher. She had two students that evening. They are both recent converts. They have such strong testimonies. They shared their conversion stories. Anderson Bridgelal told how he became acquainted with the church when he was 17 years old. He loved it and attended for a while. But he got into some bad friends and fell away. For ten years he made some very bad choices and was miserable. One day he realized he did not want to live like this any more. He hoped he could find the church again but by this time he had moved and didn’t know where to find it. One day he was walking down town. He saw two missionaries. He was so excited that he literally ran to meet them. He about knocked them over in his enthusiasm to talk to them. Of course the missionaries were shocked to see someone that was so excited to see them. It had never happened in that way before. He joined the church and is so much happier and so anxious to learn more about the truths of the gospel.

Siparia Branch

On Sunday the 6th we attended church in the Siparia Branch which is about two hours away. We love going to this branch. There is such a special feeling there. There were only about 20 people in attendance. It was fast and testimony meeting. Even though there weren’t many people there was not a lapse in testimony bearing. We both stood together and bore our testimonies. We bare our testimonies or give talks in every branch we attend. Sometimes we get asked a head of time but many times the branch president comes up to us before the opening prayer and asks if one or both of us would speak in the Sacrament Meeting. We have learned to pull our thoughts together quickly and rely on the Spirit to guide us. It has always been a very spiritual experience. We love sharing our testimonies with the saints here. We are very impressed with the branch president in Siparia, President Nandlal. This is a picture of President Nandlal with his wife and little girl. He was Blake Buswell’s mission companion for 8 months in New Amsterdam, Guyana. Blake also served in the Siparia area and got acquainted with his family. President Nandlal told us how much he loved Blake as a companion and what a good missionary Blake was. Since Blake is my nephew, President Nandlad says he considers us family.

One of the first times we attended this branch we met Rick. He was sitting on the back row with his family. We could tell he was there not of his choice. We introduced ourselves and could feel of his negative spirit; but as the meetings unfolded he began to lighten up a little. We joked about his attitude and he was a good sport about it. Today (about two months later) when we walked into the chapel, low and behold there was Rick and his family again. But this time he had a smile on his face. His countenance had changed. He was no longer antagonistic; but a happy man enveloped in the spirit. It was a testimony to us how the spirit can change a person. It was like night and day; from darkness to light or from a man of the world to a man of God. We had a good laugh with him again about our first meeting. That experience will always be indelibly stamped in our minds.

After the meetings the Saints of Siparia asked the two Elders to come into the chapel. They were both being transferred. They love their missionaries. They had them sit in front of them and they sang “God be With You Till We Meet Again”. It was very sweet and caused a few tears.

The Warner Family

On our way home we stopped in Princess Town to train Sister Warner who is one of our supervisors. She and her sister are the only members in their large family. Once a month they have a big dinner together at the home of her parents. They are a close family. We were privileged to have the wonderful meal. There were so many dishes we had never heard of. We had to try everything. It was so good. It was sweet to meet her wonderful parents, grandparents and siblings etc. They were a typical fun loving noisy family.

Pt. Fortin Branch

The following Sunday we had another wonderful experience. We visited the Pt. Fortin Branch. It is also two hours away. There is such a sweet spirit there. Again there were only about 15 – 20 in attendance. They meet upstairs in a small rented house. They have it fixed up very nice for their chapel. They always start late at about 10:20. They have a two hour block. When the branch president, President Mohammed saw we were there, ( picture of he and his family is below) he came over immediately and asked Elder Harris if he would be the speaker in Sacrament Meeting. Larry did a great job with no prior preparation. He is a gifted speaker. He is so relaxed as he speaks. His down to earth and sincere and always adds humor and warmth. I love when he bears his testimony at the end. He says it with such power and conviction as if he is on the Lord’s errand to testify and bring his brothers and sisters to Christ. It is a blessing to bear our testimonies often. It is definitely strengthening to us! One of our favorite things about this small branch is their singing. Such a small congregation belts out the hymns with so much enthusiasm like we have never heard before – a little flat (no piano) but that is OK. The Spirit of the music and message came out loud and clear. We loved their Sunday school class. It was taught by Sister Beverly Mathews. She is the happiest woman I have ever seen. She says it is because she loves the gospel and is so grateful for it. She said, “Why not be happy here on earth? When we get to heaven we will rejoice and greet everyone with enthusiasm and a hug and shake hands and high-fives. Let’s practice it here!”

Trip to a Lake of Tar

During our trip to Trinidad in February we visited a very interesting lake of tar called Pitch Lake.

Pitch Lake is the largest natural deposit of asphalt in the world, located at La Brea in southwest Trinidad. The lake covers about 95 acres and is reported to be 350 ft.deep. Pitch Lake is a tourist attraction. It is also mined for asphalt.

Pitch Lake has fascinated explorers and scientists, as well as attracting tourists, since its discovery (for the Europeans) by Sir Walter Raleigh in 1595. Raleigh himself found immediate use for the asphalt to caulk his ship. Exported asphalt from Pitch Lake was also used to pave the streets of some regions of New York City.

The origin of Pitch Lake is related to deep faults under the Caribbean Plate. It is believed that the lake is at the intersection of two faults, which allows oil from a deep deposit to be forced up. The lighter elements in the oil evaporated, leaving behind the heavier asphalt. Bacterial action on the asphalt at low pressures creates petroleum in asphalt. For more great photos and facts go to: www.richard-seaman.com/Travel/TrinidadAndTobago/Trinidad/PitchLake/

Note from Elder Harris:

What a fascinating place; the only thing is I was ripped off by someone who pretended to be a guide. He charged me 200 TT’s which is $32 US dollars for 15 minutes of his and our time. Well, you live and learn, but I seem to live but not learn. Karen asked him where the visitor’s center was and he said they didn’t have one. We found out a few days later that there is indeed a visitor’s center there. He must have been a happy man that day thinking of the money he earned from ‘those gullible white people’. This is a photo of our 'guide' showing us the tar.

Views From the Windows of our Guyana Home

Guyana is a fascinating place to live because it is so different from what we are use to back home. We live next to the main road in the little village of Palmyra. We see interesting things daily through our windows – things that we would seldom see in America.

FRONT VIEW

This is the 'Guyanese' garbage truck. It is very common to see horse drawn carts like this with old barrels on top carrying trash to the dump. People pay for this service.

This is a scene we see every morning - school children in their uniforms waiting for transportation to school. There are no school buses. They have to flag down a hired car, mini bus or taxi and pay for a ride to school. Other children walk to school or get a ride on a bike that a parent peddles. This also shows a close up of B.J’s chicken coop. We enjoy the fresh eggs we get from him.

This is a photo of the home across the street. B.J. and Asha live there with their two teenage sons. They are our dearest Guyanese friends. They are members of the church. They supplement their income with their chickens and their little front store. B.J. is a sugar cane cutter six months of the year. We are very lucky to have such wonderful neighbors. We love to sit on the bench in front of their home and visit with them in the evenings.

This is my favorite view from our home. I love the beautiful green fields and stream down the middle. (In this picture there is so much grass growing in the ditch you can't see the water.) We are lucky to live on the outskirts of our little village, Palmyra. Cows and horses roam free. There are no fences for animals here.

EAST VIEW

We also love this view. It makes us feel like we live in the country. Right next to our fence is a long dirt road, then a big ditch, then a green field, then our neighbor who lives in a bright green house. Donkey carts are very common all over Guyana.

Also, a daily sight in Guyana is the cows, horses, donkeys, goats, and pigs that roam the streets at their will and are never in a hurry to get out of the way.

We were very surprised to see these men climb into the filthy ditch to the side of our house. They used machetes to cut the tall grass so the water could flow better. We wondered what in the world was in the water. Ugh! This needs to be on the TV show 'Dirtiest Jobs'.

WEST VIEW

This is Rita's humble home next door to us. She is a single mom living with her son and his wife and raising and a granddaughter from another son.

One of these pictures is of Rita's backyard. You can see a wooden table with a bucket on it. This is her laundry room. She wets the clothes in a wash tub and then uses a bar of soap to scrub the clothing and then beats the clothes with a flat tool. After rinsing and ringing by hand she hangs the clothes outside to dry. She and her daughter-in-law do washing most days. It is hard work. I like to imagine, sometimes, that I am watching my great grandmother Rebecca Jane Hansen as she might have lived over a hundred years ago. This is a very common way of life here. Many don't have electricity or running water in their homes and use an outhouse like this one in Rita’s yard. I feel like the richest woman on the block (even though I don't have hot water or air-conditioning). We are very blessed.

BACK VIEW

The method of cutting grass in the West Indies, including Guyana, is with a weed whacker (trimmer). It takes hours to do our yard. The grass cutter wears more clothing than usual to protect his body. It is very hard work. And remember, he is working in very hot, humid weather.

These big black tanks are our water source. The water comes from the rain. Can you believe we have been known to pray for rain so we can have water for our cold showers? That is a something I never dreamed I would pray for.

Christmas in Guyana

We had a wonderful Christmas day but very different than any other Christmas in our lives. We were asked by the mission president to help the Elders of Berbice area have a happy Christmas. There are 15 missionaries here. We made plans with the other senior couple, Elder and Sister Young, and the Zone Leaders. We decided to have a service project at the orphanage in the morning and dinner and activities at our home in the afternoon.

We woke very early because we still had many preparations for the Christmas dinner. We had spent much time in the past two weeks looking in many different stores for the ingredients for our dinner. We luckily found some in Suriname and others in Georgetown. It is hard when you have something in mind you want to cook and the ingredients are no where to be found.

On Friday I prepared two pumpkin pies and a banana cream pie and homemade rolls. I was very disappointed to find that the boxed milk they have here (they have no other kind) does not make wonderful pudding for banana cream pie. Even worse than that was the yeast for the rolls did not work and so my rolls were flat. So on Christmas morning I was preparing another batch of rolls. Larry’s job was to peel and cut up 10 pounds of potatoes for mashed potatoes. He made them a head of time and put into the crock pot to keep warm. We wanted to have everything ready when the missionaries came over after the orphanage. We have one Christmas decoration – a small tree and ornaments and lights left from a previous missionary couple. I was very glad to have a tree.







We all met at the Berbice Orphanage at 10:00. There are 55 children ranging from a few months to 18 years old. Most of the children are elementary age. They are beautiful children. They were so happy to see us. The missionaries planned group games. We had three groups and then rotated so every child got to play every game. I was in charge of the game, Fruit Basket Tips Over. They had a lot of fun. It was nice to see the missionaries enjoy the children too.


We then did the nativity with the children. They dressed up like Mary and Joseph, Shepards, wise men and an angel. We even had a missionary be King Herod. Elder Austin read the story as the children acted the parts.


Elder Clark put on a Santa hat and set in a chair to hand out gift donated by our church. We had homemade stuffed toys and balls and homemade wooden cars and blocks. They were very excited to receive a toy. The older children got hygiene kits which they were also excited about. It felt really good to be able to give to these special children. It may have been the only gift they received. Oh, they are so cute. I wish I could take one of these darling children back to Utah. They don’t let them be adopted because they feel like they are family and want them to feel secure and loved where they are.

We came back to our home for a delicious Christmas dinner. We had so much yummy food. The Elders loved it. We had Guyanese food and American food because we have both kinds of elders. We played games (I taught them Jenkins) and had white elephants and watched a movie. Larry gave a devotional. Everyone shared how the gospel has blessed their lives. We heard some great conversion stories of their families.

The last of the elders left at 6:00 pm. We were exhausted and wanted to clean the kitchen and rest and call our family but we had two more sets of visitors. Our neighbors, B.J. and Asha came over. They told us they didn’t have any money for Christmas gifts this year. They have two teenage sons, Immanuel and Josh. Their Christmas was cooking a nice dinner for their family. They shared the food with us too. They are so generous even though they don’t have much. I asked about their Christmas as children. B.J. said they never got anything for Christmas. Asha said she got very little. If she complained that she didn’t get as much as her friends, her mother would tell her to be happy with what she did get. Being happy as a family was more important than getting gifts.

After they left two boys came over. Devon is 16 and his brother is 11. Devon rode his brother on his bike all the way over from New Amsterdam – and it was dark. I was amazed that they would come that far and on Christmas. They had not had any Christmas. They are very poor. Their father had to work. Their mother had left them a while back. There are five children. Devon can’t go to school any more because he has to take care of his siblings and feed them and get them off to school. We set them down and fed them leftovers from our Christmas dinner. I don’t think they had had much to eat that day. They left after 9:00 pm. I hated to see them ride a bike home so late at night.

We finally got to skype. The only ones we could get a hold of were Aimee and her family, Danny’s family and Anne and Mitch. I was so tired that they finally decided to call the next day when I would be more alert. When I finally had a chance to rest and think about Christmas, I got a little sad thinking about my children and grandchildren that I missed and also this being my 1st Christmas without my parents. It was a very good thing I was so busy all day. I had three boys serve missions and I was always so grateful to the women who fed my boys a nice Christmas dinner. This year was my turn to try and bring Christmas joy to some wonderful dedicated missionaries.