The day started out slow; for missionary work that is. It seemed like we were at home as much as we were out. We went looking for somewhere first off. Oh yea, we had an appointment on Am Sommerbad. Of course they weren’t there. We left a note on the other appointment we made. Hopefully they will show up. Then we came back home and wrote letters to President B. We then went to the post office to mail that, and Elder C’s package to the phone company. I got a few things there; envelopes so I can mail Elders F and F their pictures. I also got some envelopes so I can put the “Know Girls, Know Pain. No Girls, No Pain” shirt and maybe a tape in it. I also got a book to take notes in and some 100 pfennig stamps; which was dumb, because what am I going to take notes of* and because I need 300 pfennig stamps to send things home. I can still use the 100p. ones though. I also bought some letter writing paper, which I’ll need.

Well, after that we came home and had lunch and then went to Am Kloster Straße. On the way there we met a guy who talked with us for a while. He offered us beer. We went to do door-to-door on Am Kloster Str. but there were no houses or anything there to speak of. Also, on the way there we saw Brother P. On the way back to home we got an appointment and also saw Brown Mantel Man. We still had an hour or so by the time we got home, before we had to be to Sister Büssing’s, so we did some more street contacting until it was time to go. Birgit picked us up and stayed with us over there. Boy, it was just like the first visit, wild and crazy. When we finally started on the discussion, Schwester B would get up to yell at her kids or something every two or three minutes. We finally did it though.

After that we were all hungry, so we all got a Dönner, and came back to our place to eat them. Something I didn’t agree with at all, but what can I do, was that just the three of us went into the basement to eat them. We were there for quite a while, until 10:30PM. I had Birgit read us a bed time story before we left. I hope we don’t do anything like that again. It was fun and all, and nothing happened or ever will. But it’s better to stay on the safe side, and never even be in those kinds of places where things could happen.

* This is funny in retrospect. I ended up taking notes of scripture study, and other meetings. I ended up filling a couple of these little notebooks, and still use them for taking notes and journal writing, 14 years later!