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Friday, May 11, 2012
Elder Benjamin Michael Robarts
Elder Benjamin Michael Robarts has been called to serve a two year mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints working in the Korea Daejeon Mission.
He will enter the Missionary Training Center on August 8, 2012.
If you want to learn a little bit about his mission area:
I think this is the Mission President's blog
Korea Taejeon Mission (same mission, old spelling)
Korea.net: Gateway to Korea
If you would like to write to him -
While Elder Robarts is in the MTC - which will be probably about 2 months beginning August 8, 2012, please write to him at
Elder Benjamin Michael Robarts
Provo Missionary Training Center
2005 N 900 E
Provo, Utah 84604
Just before he enters, we should be able to give you his PO Box there.
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In Korea, the fail safe address will be the mission office:
Elder Benjamin Michael Robarts
Korea Daejeon Mission
Daejeon PO Box 38
Daejeon-si
Chungcheong-bukdo 300-600
South Korea
We will try to update you on his actual living address which will likely change every 6 weeks. The mission office address will not change but will need someone to be going his way from there.
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Elder Benjamin Michael Robarts has been called to serve a mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints in the South Korea Daejeon Mission.
He enters the Missionary Training Center August 8, 2012
I think this is the mission president's blog
He enters the Missionary Training Center August 8, 2012
I think this is the mission president's blog
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Out of Touch
Rachel turns 8 this Wednesday!
I saw on Facebook that Amanda has 3 children!
Am I the only one who has been so out of touch with the family that this amazes me?
What else is happening with everyone?
If you want to know about me, most of my life is on my blog Motherof8. There's a link on the side here.
Do you know that my Andrew is currently serving a mission in Canada? I post his letters on his blog. Not the link on the side at the moment - that's his pre-mission blog which I think he closed. I am unable to edit the links from this computer? right now? Anyway, His letters are here
I would like to hear how/where everyone is. The old quarterly newsletter took too much time and expense. but I miss hearing from everyone. Please write in!
I saw on Facebook that Amanda has 3 children!
Am I the only one who has been so out of touch with the family that this amazes me?
What else is happening with everyone?
If you want to know about me, most of my life is on my blog Motherof8. There's a link on the side here.
Do you know that my Andrew is currently serving a mission in Canada? I post his letters on his blog. Not the link on the side at the moment - that's his pre-mission blog which I think he closed. I am unable to edit the links from this computer? right now? Anyway, His letters are here
I would like to hear how/where everyone is. The old quarterly newsletter took too much time and expense. but I miss hearing from everyone. Please write in!
The Bike Bag
If you read my blog, Mother of 8, don't bother with this. Nothing new here.
With my health numbers not doing well and my financial health feeling somewhat threatened, I adopted the slogan "Burn Calories, Not Gas". First, I tried riding my bike the 2 miles to light rail for my work commute instead of driving to light rail. That went so well that after a week or two, I decided to try bicycling all the way (a whopping 6 1/2 miles). I have been at it for 2 or 3 weeks. Last week I had an experience:
Knowing that we were on our last gallon of milk, I decided to swing by Bel Air on my way home and buy a couple more. What shock when I got off my bicycle to find that my bicycle saddle bag (a $50 saddle bag with my bike pump, spare tubes, patch kit, umbrella, bungie cords and a few other things in it) already had (gotten off that, is) at an undisclosed location!
My first thought was to retrace my pedals to look for it. Then I realized, goodness! I am nearly home and backtracking will take another couple hours, go home and get the car. So I did. (with a prayer in my heart!) Good thing, too, because I had forgotten it was Wednesday and Benjamin had Youth Meeting.
Benjamin, sharp eyes, came along. I drove back the way I go to work, parts of the route of necessity different than the way home, and stopped at my office building. No bag by the bike rack, where I admit, today's evening mount up was a good bit shaky and it could have fallen off there. The building was locked so I couldn't check with the guards. I drove back home the way I rode earlier, including the detour through Wishing Well's parking lot to check their closing time (6pm Yes, I can go to Wishing Well on the way home if I so desire). No bag anywhere along the way.
After dropping Benjamin at Young Men Activity (sports night, they played whiffle ball), I was at home, when someone came unexpectedly to the door. A lady asked if Barbara Robarts lived here. She had my bag!
Audrey, who has often passed me in the morning along our route on T street and, in fact, passed me twice today, found my bag where T crosses the railroad tracks. The only identification in my bag (this must change) was the return address on a thinking of you note I wrote to my neighbor (who I think is in a nursing home) today. Audrey who is obviously observant, honest and kind, as well as much more fit than I, lives in my neighborhood, on Alcott, just a few blocks west of here.
Thanks to the Lord and Audrey, I have my bike bag back (and successfully stopped by Bel Air on the way home Thursday for 2 gallons of milk, a couple of cucumbers, and some green onions).
With my health numbers not doing well and my financial health feeling somewhat threatened, I adopted the slogan "Burn Calories, Not Gas". First, I tried riding my bike the 2 miles to light rail for my work commute instead of driving to light rail. That went so well that after a week or two, I decided to try bicycling all the way (a whopping 6 1/2 miles). I have been at it for 2 or 3 weeks. Last week I had an experience:
Knowing that we were on our last gallon of milk, I decided to swing by Bel Air on my way home and buy a couple more. What shock when I got off my bicycle to find that my bicycle saddle bag (a $50 saddle bag with my bike pump, spare tubes, patch kit, umbrella, bungie cords and a few other things in it) already had (gotten off that, is) at an undisclosed location!
My first thought was to retrace my pedals to look for it. Then I realized, goodness! I am nearly home and backtracking will take another couple hours, go home and get the car. So I did. (with a prayer in my heart!) Good thing, too, because I had forgotten it was Wednesday and Benjamin had Youth Meeting.
Benjamin, sharp eyes, came along. I drove back the way I go to work, parts of the route of necessity different than the way home, and stopped at my office building. No bag by the bike rack, where I admit, today's evening mount up was a good bit shaky and it could have fallen off there. The building was locked so I couldn't check with the guards. I drove back home the way I rode earlier, including the detour through Wishing Well's parking lot to check their closing time (6pm Yes, I can go to Wishing Well on the way home if I so desire). No bag anywhere along the way.
After dropping Benjamin at Young Men Activity (sports night, they played whiffle ball), I was at home, when someone came unexpectedly to the door. A lady asked if Barbara Robarts lived here. She had my bag!
Audrey, who has often passed me in the morning along our route on T street and, in fact, passed me twice today, found my bag where T crosses the railroad tracks. The only identification in my bag (this must change) was the return address on a thinking of you note I wrote to my neighbor (who I think is in a nursing home) today. Audrey who is obviously observant, honest and kind, as well as much more fit than I, lives in my neighborhood, on Alcott, just a few blocks west of here.
Thanks to the Lord and Audrey, I have my bike bag back (and successfully stopped by Bel Air on the way home Thursday for 2 gallons of milk, a couple of cucumbers, and some green onions).
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Camping in Fort Bragg
Several months ago, my siblings and I decided to plan a camping trip together. Growing up, our family always went camping in Fort Bragg, so that's where we headed. We had a great time! Here is a video montage of our pics:
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