Can you teach two old dogs new tricks? Apparently. We've threatened to come here for thirty years, and we finally decided to silence the skeptics.
For those of you who don't know us, I'll give you the quick run down. Darrel and I met at the Colorado Springs Christian School in the early '70's and were married in December of '74. I had grown up in the mountains of Colorado and gone to school at Colorado State in Fort Collins. Darrel, on the other hand, was a Kansas Farm Boy who had gone to K-State, gotten an Engineering degree, worked a couple of years as an engineer, gotten involved with the Navigators, did his 2-year stint in the army, and then decided to become a teacher. When he began teaching at the Christian school, he would take a group of kids to Immanuel Mission during spring break. Darrel was an elder at the Westside Christians Assembly.
We had five children, and eventually, we took them to live on the farm where Darrel grew up in Kansas. Darrel worked at Central Christian School in Hutchinson, and I stayed home and nurtured children. We had many years of happy fellowship with the folks at the Hutchinson Gospel Chapel and saw our kids grow enthusiastic about the Lord at Kansas Bible Camp.
But now our birds are all out of the nest, and we are looking for adventure. Darrel, at age 72 has been retired from teaching for about six years, but missing it. So he agreed to try his hand at the junior and senior high science classes. I, who am not quite sixty, feel I've got a few good years left. I have taught off and on at various and sundry levels and subjects over the years, and so I have been assigned (or should I say, I have volunteered) to teach high school English and geography, high school art, and take care of the library.
We are adjusting well. It is so nice to walk to school and to church; the walk for exercise is like "being in a calendar" (as Miss Becky would say), the neighbors are very friendly, and the kids are a lot of fun once you get to know them. The store, however, is a goodly piece. We thought that might help on the budget, but since we go less, we just spend more when we do go--unfortunately.
The hardest part was leaving our kids and grandkids behind. Grace, our five year old, cried herself to sleep after we left. Oh my goodness! I guess that's about the only suffering we've done as missionaries. There are many delightful people praying for us, working for us, sending us stuff. It's almost too much! Thanks to you all.
Love Darrel and Barbara Valdois