Airplanes and Mormons in one afternoon
Saturday, July 27, 2013 at 8:02PM 
It was a static airshow. The only times the planes flew were when they came in to land and when they took off and departed. We were only there for the take off and departure. As they watched the planes fly away, I wondered if my grandsons felt the same awe and magic I always did - and still do.
When we got back to the house, they had their grandmother get these toy planes out for them and then they made a runway and started to play. I had my answer. Then some Mormon missionaries showed up. As unreligious and, from their outlook, fallen, as I have become, I never turn them away. I used to be one, that's why. I know the trials they face.
I have been dabbling at a book made up of the pictures of Mormon missionaries I take wherever I happen to come across them, coupled with stories from my own mission. I already know which story I will match up with this picture. As they always do, they asked if there was anything they could do for us. They had already done it. They had placed themselves in my picture.
So there you have it, two facets of my complex and tortured heritage and history encountered and photographed in one single day – aviation and Mormons.
Reader Comments (1)
I hope you will write that book. I am not religious, but your statement about not turning them away because you know the trials they face is quite beautiful, maybe even a bit spiritual :)