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February 22, 1967

Dear Mom and Dad, …Two priests from America came out this week to visit one of the other missionaries. We took them up to Ngorongoro Crater to see the animals yesterday. It is about 125 miles from here to the crater and over roads that they had never seen the like of before. I think […]

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January 23, 1967

Dear Mom and Dad, …It seems that the small rains are not going to come this year. They are well over a month late. On the mountain, the people still have water but the plains below are in real trouble. The Maasai boma to which I go once a week to teach is typical. It’s […]

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January 15, 1967

Dear Mom and Dad, …There is one boy who did not come back this year to standard seven because of lack of school fees. I’ve checked it out and it seems his father cannot pay. Besides lack of school fees, he needs glasses. He is a very fine boy and has been expressing interest in […]

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January 8, 1967

Dear Mom and Dad, Fr. Simon was changed to another mission and the new man coming in wasn’t familiar at all with area. I’ve been kept pretty busy trying to handle all the problems of our seven schools. Ending the school term and beginning the new one were especially difficult because I still have a […]

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August 19, 1966

Dear Mom and Dad, …I’ve been trying something a little different the last couple of weeks. Instead of going to an area and living with a teacher or in my own room and then getting around to as many bomas as possible in the time I have, I’ve decided to try another tack. I think […]

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June 15, 1966

Dear Mom and Dad, …At the present time Bourka operates five schools, which means, besides the regular expenses of books, slates, ink, etc., we are paying twelve teachers, some of whom are getting as much as $50 a month. Next week we are opening a new school. We were lucky to get an old dispensary […]

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May 20, 1996

Dear Mom and Dad, …The day before yesterday, I went to Moshi to pick up the bike. It is 250cc and blue in color . . . the country we passed on the way to Moshi was very beautiful. We traveled through what are called the Sanya plains, located between Mount Meru and Mount Moshi […]

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May 15, 1966

Dear Mom and Dad, …I used about $60 and bought a bed with springs and also a mattress, blankets, a pillow and sheets. It’s a welcome change from the camp cot I’ve been using. I also bought two four-gallon jerry cans for water (its two miles from here to the pipe). Love, Ned

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April 12, 1966

Dear Mom, …I am stationed about 5 miles outside of Arusha among the Wa-Arusha people.  In physical appearance, language, dress and folkways, they are Massai.  But Massai who have settled down to farm small plots of land, growing corn and beans and raising small herds of cattle, sheep and goats.  Temperment wise, most are open and quite friendly.  Father Simon, […]

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