Our Two Great Zone Leaders: Elder Cottrell (l.) and Elder Lloyd (r.) at zone conference.
The car transfer was one of our first meetings with the Kiel elders, E. Cottrell and E. Skoczylis (E. Skoczlis only had a week left and was replaced by Elder Lloyd). The transfer took place in the parking lot of the hotel where we resided our first week. E. Cottrell expressed disappointment at having to transfer from their old Red Opel to our new Blue one. He mentioned something about special fondness for it because of stickers that the Elders used to put on it, and the fact that it could be driven in either automatic or semi-automatic. Semi-automatic gave it a sporty feel, I guess. I insisted that he should keep the red one on those grounds, but being a dutiful missionary, he insisted on following the mission rules. The red one was ours. The Elders transferred everything between the cars and said goodbye.
From then until now, we have grown accustomed to that car and are certainly grateful to even have a car. However, it has provided us with a clearer picture of where the elders stand in maturity:
The scripture about cleanliness is next to godliness must not apply to missionary vehicles . We saw this immediately when we got into the red car. Our very neat and clean blue car (thanks to Sister Frank) was exchanged for a car with papers strewn between the seats together with German pastry bits hidden in various nooks and cracks. Mission rules say clean the cars once a week. I think there is also the exception that says “or trade in the car for a cleaner one.”
It was clear as we started out with the red car why the elders liked the variable automatic/manual transmission. They must have worn that automatic right out. The car only had around 70,000 Kilometers on it, but the transmission sounded like it had 200,000. Going from one gear to the next is an adventure. The car moves forward quickly, then pauses briefly to confuse people behind you, then decides to change gears and continue on. This is usually predictable but sometimes the change in gears just doesn’t occur. Fortunately, they didn’t ruin the manual gear selection. That still works until I forget I have it in manual and rev the 1st gear so high that we’re in danger of dropping the whole transmission. I guess I’m not much better than the young elders.
Two hours waiting for an oil change
Sound Judgement –
The last incident occurred after I checked the oil about two weeks ago. I looked carefully at the dip stick holding a paper towel so that the oil wouldn’t drip on me or the engine. No worry there. It was black sludge that said to me this oil has never been changed. I quickly found a Pep Boys look-alike and took it in for an oil change. Since it was our first time I didn’t know much about the procedure. We had to leave it there for two hours. It was our P-day, so we said OK and took a walk to a grocery store while they worked on it. I didn’t know the price. On our return, the bill came: 90 €. (that’s about $120 dollars.) It was just a basic oil and filter change! I paid, called the mission office and they told me to send the bill. They reimburse for repairs and maintenance. I felt better about it.
That was fine until a week later when E. Williams, a senior missionary in the mission office called and accused us of traveling to Spain and Italy on a 50,000 mile adventure. Apparently we had the vehicle registration for the wrong car. The elders had switched the registration when we traded cars. We had the registration for the blue car. When I reported the mileage as 80,000, the mission home figured we had been taking a long vacation with a church vehicle. At the Pep Boys Look-alike, they had taken the car information from the registration I gave them…for the wrong car. Come to find out the elders had transferred everything out of the the blue new car into our red one.
If that were the end to the story, it would have been OK. I gave the Elders (now Elder Lloyd and Elder Spendlove) their auto registration and then asked for ours. “Sorry. We don’t have it” Apparently, Elder Cottrell who been transferred to Berlin as an AP had been keeping the registration in his wallet rather than the car. Yeah, I know,…why would someone do that?? Now, until I could get the registration back from him, I would be running around in a car without registration, with a failing transmission, but with nice new oil that cost me $120 (which couldn’t be reimbursed until I got the registration back and had the German Pep Boys give me a new receipt.) I could see myself being pulled over and having my license revoked and the car towed away.
After a couple of weeks, the story ended well, however, and we are happy to even have a car. That is a real blessing to us. But more than that we are truly grateful for these young men who serve here. Their minds may not be on cars and registration, but their minds, hearts and souls are on serving the Lord and they are incredible.
Sister Tidwell (far left front) Sister Peltier (far right front) with the Timm family (minus a 2yr. old who was napping).
The sister missionaries don’t have cars, here in Kiel. They ride bicycles everywhere and through heat, rain, wind or show, whatever the weather has in store for them. They also have to ride long distances so they have to be in pretty good shape. If they aren’t in shape when they get here, it doesn’t take them long to get there. The problem they have in Kiel is trying to keep the bicycles in good repair. Then they end up coming to the Zentrum many times, so Elder Frank can tighten up a loose gear, a seat, or put air in tires. They have to keep the bikes well-maintained so that it doesn’t interrupt their missionary work.
Anyway, about 1 a week after we got to Kiel, Elder and Sister Marks (the senior couple whom we replaced) and Sister Peltier completed their missions and left for home. Sister Laubaugh, from Akron, Ohio (wearing the light blue shirt), became Sister Tidwell’s new companion. Several weeks later we had a feeling that at the next transfer, Sister Tidwell would be transferred, as she had been about four months into her mission and that is usually about the time transfers happen. We were right. It was so hard to see her leave. I felt like I was losing a good friend, and I think she felt the same. Sister Laubaugh then became the trainer for our new “Golden” missionary sister, Sister Diederich (in the polka dot shirt). I can’t believe how attached we become to all of the missionaries, both Elders and Sisters. It is hard to see them move on to their new areas. We know it is for their growth and for the benefit of people who are out there waiting for that special missionary who will touch their hearts and bring them to Christ.
Sister Diederich and Sister Laubaugh
(Going round the table from left to right, Elder Cottrell, Elder Risley, Sister Tidwell, Sister Laubaugh, Sister Frank, Elder Sowards and Elder Lloyd.)
This photo captures Transfer Day at the RIZ. We cook breakfast for the elders and sisters. They bring a few things too. This time they said they were going to cook us breakfast, but we knew that the Elders and Sisters never have enough time and they didn’t. So we cooked breakfast. Sister Tidwell ended up being transferred to Halberstadt and Elder Cottrell was transferred to the mission home as Assistant to the President that day. ( Elder Soward (middle right) is our district leader and his companion is Elder Risley (middle left). We love all the missionaries!