left in a ditch


Monday around 10:15 am I took some trash out to the dumpsters.  I saw a group of people standing on the sidewalk.  This was unusual.  Then I saw what they were staring at: a man sleeping in small ditch.  I almost tripped over him.  I asked one of the cleaning women what was going on.  She said the man was dead.  Someone had checked his pulse and there wasn’t one.  The ambulance had been called. But the caller was told there was no ambulance available.  At 11:30 am when I left to go to school, the ambulance had finally arrived, well over an hour after the call was made.

I don’t know what this man’s name was.  He appeared to be homeless, but he probably had a family somewhere.  The only people who cared about his death were those who found them in their back yard.

The whole situation made me sad. I don’t have anything eloquent to say, but I just felt compelled to share this.  Its not funny or cute, but its sad.  I pray that his family was notified.  But I do wonder…why did he die at my building?  What was God’s purpose….I’ll just have to wait and see…..

Toothbrushes, anyone?

At Christmas, I received a ton of toothbrushes  and toothpaste from the good folks at FBBC in New Paris, PA.  Most of the toothbrushes and all the toothpaste were given out at Christmas.  More toothbrushes were given at Easter.  But I still had a number of brushes left.  What to do with them??  The toothbrushes inspired me to do a language lesson on teeth.  The kids in kindergarten learned words like tooth, teeth, mouth, lips, tongue, toothbrush, toothpaste and dentist.  Then the kids each got to pick out their own toothbrush and we learned how to brush our teeth the correct way.  And we even learned the toothbrushing song: (to the tune of Row, Row, Row your Boat) Brush, Brush, Brush your teeth, each and everyday. Brush, Brush, Brush, Brush, Brush your teeth today. Go on, you know you want to sing it…..

When was the last time you got to stick your tongue out at your teacher and not get in trouble?

Getting a new toothbrush

kindergartener pick out their toothbrushes


** Many thanks to Rebecca for taking all these pictures!

A cold war left over??

I find this to be the most interesting, if not creepiest, sights on the train from Suceava to Bucharest.  I hadn’t ever gotten a picture of it, but Rebecca did earlier this month and sent me the pictures.  Every unexpectedly, after fields and small villages, appears this field of tanks and anti-aircraft guns.  The cannons are position as if they are ready to attack.  I don’t know what they are doing there or why.  Are these tanks left over from the Cold War?  Military surplus? Or is this just a well-organized armored vehicle graveyard? Whatever it is, I can’t help but stare and wonder each time I see it.  

Fields of Tanks

A closer look


I have cut my hair. And unlike, my friend, who thought it was a good idea to get her hair cut in China, I did not end up with a mullet.   “But why?”  you ask, did I cut my hair.  It was so long and culturally perfect for Romania. 

Well, when the girls come over for sleep overs, they bring unwanted guests and usually we kill them or the girls take them home with them. But not this last time, the unwanted guests stayed.  That’s right, I had lice!   

My lovely unwelcomed house guest.

I discovered this lovely louse when I was getting the gray out of my hair (I’m too young for gray) and the louse didn’t like it.  I noticed a piece of lint on my forehead, which turned out to be a louse!  Not good. Well, since my hair was wet, I had to wait until the next day to use the lice shampoo.  There were no eggs in my hair.  Yippy.  I did laundry and was fine…. well, no so much.  Sunday, I noticed nits in my hair. So it was back to the lice shampoo and then nit-picking.  yuck!  And more laundry. 

Have you ever used lice shampoo?  It kills your hair.  

It is egg season here in Romania.  All the chicken are laying eggs like crazy. And folks in the village are sick of eggs, so they give me some.  One woman had 80 some eggs on her counter, so she gave me 16!  What am I going to do with all these eggs????  Well, while talking to my dear friend, Rebecca via Skype, we discovered an excellent use for the eggs. 

Egg Treatment for Hair

 Things You’ll Need:

  • 1-2 Eggs
  • A bowl
  • Fork or Whisk
  1. Step 1 Prepare the egg. Beat the raw egg in a small bowl. If you have long hair, (not  me..had to chop mine off)  you will need two eggs.
  2. Step 2 Give the egg time to work. Place the raw egg on your hair and allow it to sit for a five to ten minutes.
  3. Step 3 Rinse the egg from your hair. Make sure the water is as cool as you can make it without being uncomfortable. Warm water will cook the egg. Cooked egg isn’t fun to pick out of your hair.  WHAT??!!!  Cooked egg in my hair?
  4. Step 4 Shampoo again with your normal hair shampoo and dry as usual. You will be amazed at the extra body and volume the egg gives your hair.

This looks like the perfect solution to my damaged hair due to lice shampoo and the abundance of eggs problem.  That’s 2 birds with one stone!  YES!  I haven’t tried the egg conditioner yet, but if enough people dare me, I will. And I’ll even post pictures!

A Picture from Easter

For Easter I was with friends in a nearby village.  One of my friends had a friend visiting from Hong Kong.  The lovely Karen, from Hong Kong, just emailed me this picture and I thought I would share!

Easter with a Romanian Family

Two sleep overs

This week, being a vacation week for the kids, I had 2 sleep overs.  One with 4 of the little girls and one with 4 teen girls.  The little girls went to the park next to the Suceava castle and the big girls opted for the mall and dinner at the food court.  I’ll admit, I enjoy having the older girls over, they are so much fun!

Playground time before the sleep over

The girls with the World Largest Traditional Easter Egg.

The girls in front of the Castle.

The teen girls rest after an afternoon at the mall.

Glorious Day

The plan was to spend the day cleaning the building we use for Sunday School.  But it was so cold and after an hour my fingers were frozen.  I left and stopped at the grocery store.  I have a cold; it started with pine allergies and turned into a cold. I’m not a happy camper. I just wanted to grab a few necessities and go home, make a cup of tea, and read a book. I hate colds. It’s cold out and its supposed to be spring. But then, what do I see as I go to dairy section…it’s a sign of hope, comfort…and it wasn’t there last week.  This symbol of home, family…and it’s from Turkey.

And the label comes in 8 different languages