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Date: September 22, 2017 03:29PM
Many of us, especially those who served pre-internet (when communication was not 'easy'), probably have a list in our heads regarding "Wonder what happened Elder _______?"
My very first companion, Elder Melvin Bowler (with whom I shared a double bed for six night in the old SLC mission home) was killed over Spring break, 1968, within six months of returning home. It's a coin flip on whether he'd have become exmo; very smart, way, WAY disciplined!
My first senior, Elder Shepard, seemed to be GA material. He quit the church within months home. Spent his work life teaching college, in the mid-west. Not active as an exmo.
My last senior, name redacted, was exmo material. But his loyalty to the church was probably via his wife. He's went as high as bishop. He contacted me in 1990, asking me to host his oldest child, who wanted to leave home. She came from Oklahoma to SoCal. She was completely rebellious, regarding the church, having suffered through a childhood of being junior mom for her extremely mormon-crazed mother, who cranked out I don't know how
many kids. He's now retired to Springville.
Elder Garibay: My last junior. I totally corrupted him, but it only required knocking down a thin, leggo block wall. We were together for three months and never tracted. As in never. He had rich relatives in DF, and I got to go to lots of interesting places,including a maguey farm, where the foreman showed us how to hunt and eat "gusanos de maguey", caterpillars that lived in the maguey (from whence pulque and tequila flow). The eating required them to be fried and served with rice and beans. YUM! (not really. I did not partake.)
Elder Bear. I can still see his face, at the rear of a bus in Leon, GTO, looking back at me as I'm squared up, fist-fighting with a young buck. Poor guy... But he got off at the next stop and came hoofing it back, by which time the fight (light sparring session) was over. I took him tracting just once, where I was grateful to hear that the people of Lagos de Moreno had been coached by their priest to be nice to the deluded young men preaching a false religion, because we didn't know any better. Whew!!!
Elder Smith. First time I ever saw a skateboard was when we met up with some elders from another district and he had a skateboard with him. This was late 1965. He entranced us and the Mexican passengers of a trolley car by skating to the rear of the car when it accelerated and skating to the front, when it braked. He and I slept in a single bed in Leon, head to foot, for a couple of nights. In retrospect, he had to be gay. That's a guess, but it's an educated guess.
Elder Price. My very first greenie, in Cuautla, Morelos. He may still retain an impression that I was valiant in the faith. But it was just that I was trying to impress (get in the pants of) an LM (Lady Missionary) who'd gone home and with whom I could now communicate via letters. I was feigning, real hard, being a good mormon. I even gave up masturbation and had a couple of wet dreams, thanks to a merciful Jesus. He has posted on an RM board, so I know he's still firm in the faith.
Elder ?. I seriously don't recall his name. We were both senior companions, but he had more time in. We were sent to open Silao, GTO. The APs dropped us off with a truck load of chairs and a couple of tables, at the home they'd rented for us to use as both living quarters and a chapel. We never tracted. We explored the surrounding countryside, including the big Cristo Rey de la Montaña. I have a photo of the room where all the people healed by their pilgrimage to this 'holy' site drop off
their canes, crutches, casts and wheelchairs. The most notable memory of my time with him, about a month, was that we politely took turns showering in this huge, gorgeous tiled bathroom! And by showering, I mean masturbating. (the LM had dumped me.)
Back to the topic: I don't recall my last night. I did not have a final interview with the MP, Jasper McClellan. I do not recall a single formal interview with him. I never wrote to him, never had an occasion to seek him out. I'm sure I probably exchanged pleasantries (I'm just that kind of guy) with him, but I don't recall it or them. I have a photo of my mother and Sis. McClellan. My mom came down to Mexico both summer of '66, when I was in Guadalajara, and '67, when I was DF, which is where the mission home was. She drove down the second time, and left me her '67 T-Bird for two weeks. Luckily Garibay and I took good care of it. I tend to doubt that Jasper met my mother, but Sis. McClellan was a sweet as could be.
All I remember about the last day in Mexico was that the APs, one of whom was Elder Bowler, picked me up at 'home', drove me to the airport, I got on the plane, got off in SLC, got in a van sent up from BYU, rode down to BYU, signed up for mid-semester entry to BYU, went to a dance in the evening with my last senior, where I pompously told anyone who would listen that I couldn't dance because I hadn't been released, and then got on a BYU van, rode back to SLC, got on a plane to Las Vegas, where my parents met me, with big signs and a mariachi band (that's a lie, no signs, no band, just mom and dad) went home to catch a few house sleep and then got up the next morning and lied my ass off to my SP, who released me.
I always try to have fun!
(The thing with the Y, that was all their doing, to keep me from being drafted. No way am I that organized or that motivated.)
ETA: My release was 50 years ago this month!!
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 09/22/2017 06:38PM by elderolddog.