tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75157144415113548702011-12-10T00:02:02.645-08:00Three years ago we went to Africa for a joint project with the Seventh-day Adventist Church and ASI. We interviewed those who have been educated by Ethel Twing, widow of Dr. James A. Twing, who died in service "For Tanzania." We took gifts for students of the Twing Memorial School and visited a game park. It was an awesome journey! Enjoy our trip Out n Back, and the projects we are working on now that we're back.Rachel Twing Terwillegarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03308863617474195985noreply@blogger.comBlogger481100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515714441511354870.post-1864017438191296532010-11-07T10:27:00.000-08:002010-11-07T10:27:17.549-08:00

Wow, time has passed so quickly! Our school is no longer a little school, but now is a significant educational institution with over 550 students. The school is operated by Twing Memorial Ministries (a non-profit 501 (c) (3) organization). Newsletters documenting the growth of Twing Memorial School are available at www.twingmm.org. CHRISTMAS PROJECT Growth of our school has created many

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Carol and Curt stayed by in London two days after Randy and I left for the United States. We had joked while we were there about seeing Prince Charles. Carol hadn't been back to the States for very long before I had a phone call. "Guess who we saw! We were so close we could touch him!"Yes, you guessed it . . . they saw Prince Charles. He was participating in an event they had chosen to see. Carol

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We've been re-living our experience, over and over, as a DVD has been developed. It is finally finished. Copies of the DVD have been sent to donors who supported our project."Normally I just flip through the chapters on a DVD," stated Viorel Catarama upon receiving his copy. "On this one, I had to see every minute, every second. Of course, the first part I experienced first hand. I had no idea

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While we were at the Twing Memorial School we saw the walls going up on an addition of five new classrooms. Here they are, the roof is on. The new classrooms will accommodate the waiting list of more than 100 students.

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Imagine the embrace . . . it had been months since we all had seen Musa Mitekaro, our brother and guide in Africa. In July he came to the United States to represent Twing Association for Health and Education Development at our annual ASI meeting. Here we are at the booth promoting this special project. From left, Curt, Carol, Rachel, Randy. Oh, you want to see Musa! He was so busy we all were

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What a treat . . . watching our video and putting together our DVD. We're experiencing the same joy over and over! And, remembering the challenges along the way, too.The video clips are now online. Here are the links with a brief description of each one. Those with high speed internet access will be able to view them without too much difficulty. I wouldn't even try with a dial up

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I just have to share this awesome photo at the game park near Musa's home. We had such a short time there with the animals! You may remember as a kid your parents telling you to do the work first . . . then you could play! That's what we did -- we educated 300 laymen, then took things to Twing Memorial School. We were fortunate that our trip back to Arusha was not fraught with difficulty,

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Well, this is my last post for tonight. About time I went to sleep.I think I took this photo of the Giraffe with my Aunt Soni’s camera. He was a great big bull that was following Musa’s car around.He freaked me out, because Musa told us that his windscreen got those cracks in it from an angry Giraffe who head butted Musa’s car when he tried to get it off the road by beeping at it.

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The day after I got back from Tanzania was Sabbath, and we went on our customary Sabbath afternoon walk. I was surprised at myself, for every time I accidentally stepped in mud, or walked into a spider web, or brushed up against a dirty tree, I felt really icky. I thought to myself, “When did I become so prissy? These things never used to bother me so much before.”At one point Joshie fell and in

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One of the saddest things about visiting the school was that there was a crowd of kids almost as large as the student body, watching us give out the shirts and supplies. All those children could be accommodated if the school were bigger, which is a project Musa is currently working on.We don’t realise how lucky we are in our western countries. According to my travel book, which was published in

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One of the things I cherish about this trip, along with seeing my Grandfather’s grave, was being able to visit the hospital where Grandma spent so many years of her life.I was able to visit her house, and walk the path she would have walked on the way to the hospital.It was very moving to see the runway. It was used, I've been told, at first by Erwin Farnsworth, then by Ed Perry. After Ed left,

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It is so nice to belong to a large family. It was great to see Carol and Curt in Tanzania. As a child, I spent a lot of time with their family. Seeing them again, and hearing their voices brought up feelings of familiarity and comfort. I started to remember all the camping trips and hikes we went on, and sometimes when Curt would smile, it would remind me of one of their boys. Those were good

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I was surprised to see how many people had mobile phones glued to their ears. They can be living in mud huts, travelling long distances to get water, but carry a mobile phone with them, as was the case with the lady in the photo with me. If you look closely, you can see that inside the woven pouch around her neck, she carries her mobile phone.According to BBC news online, in 2005 some 97% of

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One of the noticeable things about the conference in Morogoro was the lack of female lay preachers attending the meetings.In the first photo, the lady sitting in the front row was THE ONLY FEMALE attending the meetings. It’s kind of disconcerting to get up and sing in front of a group composed almost entirely of men. I don’t think I have ever experienced that before. At first, this seemed

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In order to get hot water at Musa’s house, (and he has a very nice house) first someone has to dig a very, very big hole. Then someone has to chop down a hardwood tree and cut it up into logs and put into the hole. Next, a fire has to be lit in the hole, and the hole has to be covered up. After about a week, the hole has to be uncovered, and some one has to collect the coal that is left. That

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When you have a car as nice as Musa’s in Tanzania, it has to have a car alarm on it. His car alarm went off so many times that it became one of our favourite travel songs! It had a habit of going off whenever Musa left us alone in the car. Everyone in the crowded markets where we stoped would stare at us through the windows while we cringed and waited for Musa to return.The first time Musa let

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The most common question asked when we pulled up to hotels at the end of a long day of driving was “Is it a sitter or a squatter?” Even though I deliberately dehydrated myself, I still looked forward to when we could all relax and just let ourselves go. Despite how it looks, squatters (sometimes referred to as long drops) are actually more hygienic than sitters, for the only things that have to

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I love this photo. I never got a chance to ask, "Randy, did you really have to turn that crank to pump the gas?" I was busy using the long drop when this picture was taken.

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I don’t know why I was complaining about the bumpy, uncomfortable ride. I bet I was heaps more comfortable than these people.

Tammy Pannekoeknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515714441511354870.post-38097687668056962842007-03-13T22:50:00.000-07:002007-03-18T11:33:00.558-07:00

Needless to say, there were not many public rubbish bins along the roads in Tanzania. (Even if there were, I wouldn’t have wanted to stop for them!) That left us with an ever increasing pile of water bottles in the car. (Some of the others in the group had bladders with a larger capacity than mine, apparently.)Up in the front, however, Musa didn’t seem to have the same backlog of bottles as the

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Staying hydrated on our long trips was not hard, as most of the towns we passed sold bottled water for just pennies each. I, however, chose not to stay hydrated. Why? Number one, I did not want us to have to stop often, as the sooner we got there, the more time we had to solve any “being stranded” problems we might encounter (I did not want to miss my flight!). Secondly, I discovered very

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The trip to Kigoma, on the other hand was the most unique trip I have ever taken. There were six of us in Musa’s Toyota, Randy and Musa up front, with Musa driving with brief periods of relief from Randy every now and again. (Musa drives just like my husband, Luke, fast with just centimetres to spare on the sides) Mom, Carol and Curt were in the middle, and I was in the back with some of the

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I have to say something about the roads and my experience travelling on them, as that is where we spent the bulk of our time.Out of the 13 days we were there, we spent 10 of them driving ALL DAY LONG!The roads from Arusha to Morogoro and Dar Es Salaam were in fairly good condition.There were a few unorthodox (when seen from my perspective) road signs, and ingenious warning signs. Instead of

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Hello friends!Now that I have had a chance to relax and recover a bit, its time to add my own posts to this blog.Here’s a picture of me shopping for the family in Arusha. Since my mom has chronicled the trip so well, my reflections will not be to tell the story, so to speak, but to communicate some of the things I learned while in Tanzania.There is a photo or two for each reflection, and I have

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The answer to this question is simple . . . on Tanzania roads. But, wait . . . that is not necessarily true. While all vehicles are supposed to travel on the left side of the road, passing on the right, everyone seemed to use the whole road -- avoiding potholes wherever possible.It seemed however, because traffic headed toward you on the right, that there would certainly be an accident because

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Pastor Musa told us how robbers would come out of the forest (jungle) and stop vehicles, especially in villages along the border. They would then rob the individuals in the car, sometimes beating and killing them, take the vehicle away, and then abandon the vehicle down the road somewhere. He suggested we should hire an armed escort as we entered the Kigoma region. Things were going well and for

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The kids came running toward their school when they saw our Land Cruiser drive onto the school grounds. They had been waiting patiently at the entrance for a glimpse of our vehicle. With huge smiles on their faces they waved and greeted us with "Jambo, Karibu sana!"Very soon they were lined up in the front of the school. Then they sang several songs for us. The first thing we did was to

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All along our journey Tammy would break into song at various points or experiences. One of them was, "I’ve been Everywhere." Here is a summary of where in Africa we’ve been.Arrival in Nairobi, Kenya (2 days by air)Travel to Arusha, Tanzania (5 hours)Back to Border between Tanzania & Kenya to retrieve our stuff(3 hours)Return to Arusha with our stuff (3 hours)Arusha to Morogoro (7 or 8 hours,

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Viorel had decided he would not stay with our group for our entire time in Africa, so after the program it was time for him to leave. It didn't make sense to endure the seven hour or more drive back to Arusha, and the five hour drive from Arusha back to Nairobi when we were so close to Dar es Salaam. There he could get on a plane back to Nairobi. So we all got into the Land Cruiser and headed to

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One thing was difficult for me . . . presenting training to people in a language not my own. Everyone attending was so gracious. They thought our delivery was flawless. They were so appreciative that we would travel at our own expense for days to bring them some new evangelism tools.Tammy's music added a special dimension to the training program. Living in Australia for the last two years we've

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The first thing we did upon arriving onto the campus of the Conference office in Morogoro was to meet all the department directors and the president. One of the gentlemen proudly announced that he was the son of Mama Twing. On the walk to the church where we were to hold the seminar, was the grave of Dr. James Twing, Flying Doctor. I had heard he was buried there, but had never seen a photo of

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Wow, it has been almost a week and we've certainly been out n back. We'll try to catch you up on what has happened since we arrived in Tanzania. Internet connections since we arrived have been limited. Also, our time has been limited.As mentioned, we had trouble at the border. Finally we ended up paying duty on our DVD players, a fee we should not have had to pay. Viorel and I waited in the car

Rachel Twing Terwillegarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03308863617474195985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515714441511354870.post-46267904834488030452007-02-27T19:52:00.000-08:002007-03-08T00:07:23.873-08:00

Africa is catching up with us . . . here we are in a traffic stop . . . see the radar gun. Most places have a police officer stationed there on foot, signaling people to pull over. If you do, a ticket is yours.

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Praise God! Your prayers, our prayers, and those from all around the world have been answered. We have arrived safely in Kenya, East Africa.We were on a high from all help we received from our Kenyan Adventist family in getting all 27 bags weighing 70 lbs each off the baggage claim, through customs, and into a bus. Until you've managed that many bags you don't realize just how much of a project

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"Rachel Terwillegar please see British Airways in the middle of the hall" the BA representative barked out in a British accent. So I made my way to the magic spot expecting to find Curt and Carol Frembling putting their shoes back on at security screening. Instead I received a message that they could not check in until 6 hours later.No worries for us, we just had breakfast and surfed the

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The VERY NICE ticket agent took Viorel's money for the bag, $220! She was so very nice to us, what happened, Viorel?Meanwhile, we spent a few hours in the airport updating this blog. Viorel is as wicked with the camera as I am with the words on this blog. After a very long night, we are here in London. Carol paged me to let me know she and Curt are on the other side of security. They are stuck

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After getting to bed this morning at 3:00, we were up at 7:00, showered, and proceeded to finish packing. Good news came at 7:00 a.m. when Plan B was shortened a bit by some good news. Our plane doesn't leave until 8 pm something, but with 17 bags to check in, each weighing 70 lbs, we decided we would be better off cooling our jets in the waiting area rather than waiting in a long line.The

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Tears filled my eyes as I read Tammy's post this morning. What fun we've all had putting together our things for the children of Twing Memorial School. It's going to be so much fun when we get there to meet each little one. Yes, Tammy, I can hardly wait to see you! Let's do breakfast in Nairobi.

Rachel Twing Terwillegarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03308863617474195985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515714441511354870.post-36622896999080883392007-02-21T04:55:00.000-08:002007-02-21T05:02:23.777-08:00

Less than 24 hours from flight time, our New Beginnings DVDs had not arrived. Learned that bit of news just my colleague ministerial director, Ed Barnett, was calling everyone together to pray for our team. Our God is the master of Plan B! All through the night Randy and I worked in the execution of Plan B. There are just a few more details to care for this morning! God is good, God is great

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Well, I have been one busy lady the last month and a half. When I decided that I would go to Tanzania with my parents, I started thinking about what I could take with me. The little school over there that is named in memory of my Grandparents needs many, many supplies so I began shopping in earnest.Some of the things I bought for the kids were an Australian decorated pencil each, coloured pencils

Tammy Pannekoeknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515714441511354870.post-14492119041855898412007-02-18T16:34:00.000-08:002007-03-08T06:54:29.631-08:00

Finally the magic little devices, DVD players, the new evangelistic tools for laypeople in Africa have arrived. They've been prayed over for many weeks. Prayers for wisdom in locating just the right unit, taking things into consideration such as a different power source, different signal (NTSC vs PAL whatever that means). After all those prayers it didn't seem to nevermind that it was snowing in

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How can anyone survive without the Sabbath? I, for one, am so happy for this day! One whole day to relax before the final push in getting all the last minute details accomplished. And, we have one day to seek the Lord in prayer to seek His blessings in our work.All our cares have been placed on Him. Those cares include concern for good weather after the frigid temperatures and the relentless snow

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We've been told we must take new money with us to Africa . . . it can't have ink marks, be torn, or defaced. They just won't take it in Kenya or Tanzania. We've discovered that banks do not have many new bills of the denomination we needed. After going to several banks we finally found one willing to hunt through their cash for a few "good ones." We've learned one thing in preparing for this

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Look at all the kids in this brand-new school. There are more than 200 students in four classrooms. We wanted to do something special for each student. I had seen in a local craft store t-shirts for $2.00 each. Wouldn't these kids look terrific in a t-shirt with the name of their school?Screen printing 200 t-shirts is a lot of work, so while visiting my son, James A, Twing, II, in Houston, Texas

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Saw Dr. Jesse Park of Willowbrook a couple of weeks ago for shots. Didn't know at the beginning how many shots we'd need to do this trip. Whew, almost broke the bank! Dr. Park is such a sweetheart. After learning that we are taking school supplies for the kids of the Twing Memorial School and seeing their photo, he whipped out some cash, "Will this help? he asked. Here he is with Randy at the

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Before we get too far into this blog we need to introduce you to Pastor Musa Mitekaro. He's the individual who set everything up and invited us to see his beautiful country. Musa is one of Mama's kids. He was 14 when he came to her home. She saw great promise in him . . . by the time he was 16 years old he was preaching the gospel and winning souls for Jesus. We're going to ask him how many . . .

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Yesterday Adilio and Ingrid Herrera came over to help us get ready . . . Ingrid sprayed all our clothing with Permanone so we won't get bit by mosquitos. Here's hoping it works. Team members Carol and Curt told us a group from Keene, Texas just returned from Nairobi, Kenya -- three of them got Malaria. We're going to do everything we can to avoid the big M. I've warched over the years as Mama

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Years ago Dr. James A. Twing and his wife, Ethel, left their comfortable home in the United States "For Tanzania" East Africa. There a few short years, the doctor gave his life to save an African man. The new widow returned to the United States to obtain her nursing degree, with the idea she would return to Africa where she lost her dear husband. Return she did! At over 50 years of age, Ethel

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