To The Colony

Well, I'm off to the colony this weekend. I wanted to go a while ago, but didn't get the chance. So, this weekend I'm headed to Montana. I'm excited for the sweet bread. They only make it when a baby is born and my cousin's wife just had a baby so I'm sure my grandmother will have some. The women make tons of loafs and then distribute it to all the families in the colony and my grandma always has extra laying around. I don't actually really like it but I've been eating it since I was a little girl and always have to take a bite or two. My sisters love it so maybe I'll bring some home for them. Yes Grace... I'll bring you some. We're going to go to Spring Creek colony as well to see some cousins. I don't think I've ever been to that colony. They don't stare at me weird anymore at my mother's colony since they pretty much know who I am, but if I thought it was bad the way they looked at a white person in Indonesia, it's even worse at the colony. They stare at you trying to figure out who you are related to and what you're doing there. Once they figure out who I am they always say this... "oh!!! you look just like your uncle Ed." My uncle is the preacher of our colony and we are a lot alike. Sometimes, I'll be saying something and my mom stops and says, "you look just like your uncle!" i don't see it, but everyone in the colony does and always remind me of it.

I like the way that everyone just walks in the doors there. There's definately an open door policy and everyone just goes into whoever's house without asking. Uses their bathroom, eats their food, takes a load off, then they leave. It's kinda fun. But, I wish I understood what they were all saying. I know when they're talking about me. I can tell from their body language but I don't know what they're saying. I ask my mom afterwards and she can never remember and doesn't do a good job of interpreting. Oh well, it's just part of the experience. When I was young my sisters and I would roam around with nothing to do for hours. During the day, the women are all working in the kitchen or out in the fields and the men are out working as well so our cousins weren't around. I remember tying a string to one end of my grandma's house and finding dead mice in the barn. We would lay the mice over the string and fling them in the air as high as we could until the mouse would fall apart. Then we'd get another one. That was probably the funnest thing I did there when I was little.

As much as I love the colony, I can't ever stand being there for more than a few days. Unless there's a party of some sort. I went to one last summer. It's called a Shivary. I have no idea how to spell it, but it's a traditional party that takes place before a wedding. My cousin was getting married and there were hutterites from colonies all over. We had a blast. But those don't happen all the time. So, I'll just sit back and relax this time. Try to not get too bored.

Oh yeah... I finished painting my mother's bathroom today and lets just say that I don't think I'll be a professional painter in the near future. I spent the first day trying to paint out of a cool whip container cause I couldn't find anything else until my dad informed me that they have these neat things called paint trays down at the store. That made it a lot easier, but I have paint all over my clothes and got paint all over the bathtub, floor, paneling, etc. Oops. I guess it's the thought that counts. I don't think they care much because they plan on remodeling soon anyways.

Ok well, enough for now. I'm off to blow dry my niece's hair. It's so thick and out of control with volume. Lets see what we can do with this thick lovely hair. She definatley gets it from the Logan side of her!