Our last blog installment- good bye, good bye, hello!

Our last Sunday in Whitianga, we had Sacrament with a high council speaker then had the hymn and closing prayer. Then they had a going away “feed” for us. Everyone had brought food and we got some delightful gifts. Good bye all of you beautiful people!

We went back to our flat for last minute tidying up and stuffed everything into the car. We drove to Hamilton to say good bye to Grant Pearce and his family (people that Kurt introduced us to 3 1/2 years ago) then continued on to Temple View to stay with the office couple Elder and Sister Pierce. They fed us dinner, kept us overnight and then fixed us breakfast the next morning. And then it was time for our exit meeting with the mission president. That was kind of sad. I remember at our first meeting with President Cummings, he told us to just go out and be ourselves and that’s just what we did. He has been a great compassionate leader.

Then on to the 20 hours of transit with only a few glitches like missing a connection because the first flight took off three hours late, but with missionary badges on, everyone wants to chat, find out if you’re coming or going and hear about your experience. Even the lady in security in LA just pushed our bags through and sent us through the fastest line. You can’t tell we’re getting excited:

And then after 18 months, that great experience of greeting in the airport:

And this was at 9:30 pm because of delays and rescheduling flights. Those grandkids were still at the top of the welcome home game! We finally got to our home at 11:30 to find the Tolman’s and Bishop Spencer’s family still up and out front to greet us.
All that was left was to meet with the Stake President at 2pm on the 24th of July for our release. President Kershaw pointed out that it was Pioneer Day and that we are pioneers of a different sort since we are the first senior missionaries in our family. 
All in all, for 18 months, It was an incredibly fulfilling, spiritual, beautiful experience!  

 Kia Ora for the last time, Elder and Sister O’Neal

Continuing our Good-byes

As excited as we are to come home, it means we have to say good-byes as well. Yesterday we spent the day doing just that with numerous little miracles to make it possible. One of the first people we met when arriving here was Val, the head of the soup kitchen.

She left town after about six months but as Elder O’Neal went to get a tire fixed Thursday morning, he met her friend Jemma walking down the street. She told him that for the next two days, Val was working here in town helping out at a small store. So we made a point to go over to tell her how much we enjoyed being able to serve with her when we first arrived.

Next we made up a thank you card for Buddy, the owner of the gym in town, who gifted us each an 18 month gym membership. He never works on Thursdays so we knew we’d just have to leave the card at the office window. However, we walked in and there he was- on the phone. He motioned for us to wait a minute so we did get to thank him in person for his generous gift. We also talked him into a picture with us.

Then, because Elder O’Neal has a slight cold, I went to say good-bye to Joy. When we first arrived in Whitianga, she was in her own flat but due to a lot of anxiety and undiagnosed health issues, she’s been in the local senior care facility for nearly a year. She has three sons that live in Australia and seldom communicate with her and she is so lonely. So we tried to visit often. She loved for us to come and often commented on how we usually came when she was praying that someone would come to visit her. I wish we could have done more to help. She did have a cute smile for a picture though and she asked us to write to her.

Then today we’ve begun to pack. It doesn’t seem like we’ve added much to what we brought here but our luggage doesn’t agree. Here’s hoping it all fits and is under the weight limit.   

  Kia Ora! Elder and Sister O’Neal

Kiwis

How could we leave this beautiful country without discussing the word “Kiwi”? The Kiwi is a strange wingless bird entirely indigenous to New Zealand. It is nocturnal and rather reclusive so it is not very often seen in the wild. However we were able to go to a small habitat for them in Otorohanga. There we were able to see a large Brown Kiwi hunting for insects with his long beak. Here’s a small chick- notice their huge clawed feet!

But that’s not the only Kiwi. There’s also Kiwi fruit.

We had no idea they grew like this! Pickers just walk underneath. Our favorite is the golden kind that taste like a kiwi flavored banana or maybe like a banana flavored Kiwi? Delish!
And there’s another kind of Kiwi.  

There’s the people who refer to themselves as Kiwis-

And they’re the best Kiwis of all! This picture was taken at our branch conference in March and includes a couple of Kiwi-wannabes. We love the mixing of Pakehas (white folk) and Maoris and a couple of Tongans that make up our beautiful group. Oh how we’ll miss them all.  

Kia Ora, Elder and Sister O’Neal

Going is harder than Coming!

Now that we only have two weeks left, we realized we still need pictures of some of our dear friends. So we’ve been making everybody pose. These two sisters are in the Group here in Whitianga. Lia (with baby John) is in the process of getting divorced from an abusive husband and lives with her sister, Line (pronounced Lee-nay)whose husband was working. The sisters are from Tonga and we have learned so much about their country and customs from them. They are both legal residents of New Zealand but the next time they go to Tonga to visit, they want us to come over there so they can show us their home. We’d love to go!

Then there’s Jim. We met him because he was on our meal delivery route. He lives alone (though his ex-wife Catherine, does come by to check up on him) and up until lately has kept up a large garden of veggies, flowers, bushes and trees. When he mentioned to us one day how frustrating it was to not be so spry anymore, we offered to come help him. So we’ve gone to his home twice a month or so besides every Monday for the meals. He loves us coming and we love him! Catherine has even kept us in fresh made jam- Quince, plum and marmalade.

And then, today, all the sweet ladies from my sewing group invited me out to lunch to say good-bye and I made them have their picture taken too. Don’t they look like so much fun?

They are from L-R: Margaret ( who just found out she has terminal colon cancer), Denise, Tina, Trish (the school sewing teacher), and Maree. I don’t think I like good-byes.

Kia Ora, Elder and sister O’Neal

Rugby- Their national sport

Rugby is HUGE in New Zealand. We’ve been to two games live now, one in Auckland (the Blues) when we picked up Kurt 3 1/2 years ago and one a year ago in Hamilton (the Chiefs) with the senior missionaries. They are regional rugby union teams. Last week we got to watch the All Blacks (the national union team) on TV at the Higgins’ home on Cook’s Beach. It was this month’s version of the Group’s FHE. Of course it includes tons of food and fun company.

And, as usual, the All Blacks easily beat the other team which happened to be France. Half of our group is a family from France so it made for a healthy rivalry. And France did put up a good fight.

Everyone in the country is rugby fans and hopeful players. Our little town even has it’s own Rugby Club and field. 
And little Antonin (AJ) Ribet got picked for player of the game last week. He was able to bring his trophy to the FHE TV game and show off to everyone.

Now if we just knew what was going on! It’s been quite fun trying to figure it out. But why do they call it a “try” when they actually get the ball across the line and get points? That seems more like a “succeed”. We have a lot to learn.  

Kia ora, Elder and Sister O’Neal