The Littlest Missionaries

Same snowy day, same red jacket, not as good photographically, but cute. Displays also some interesting facets of the Home. Rick has his back to the rue de Lota; he’s on a little balcony area outside the President’s residential suite. The lattice-work at right conceals the neighboring Soviet quarters. Not the embassy itself, but some office and residential property. Sometimes saw little kids in their courtyard, too, but they kept it pretty well isolated by its walls and fences. Stop by my office, if such still exists, and I’ll show you the Home and this balcony on my big Vol d'Oiseau semi-photographic map of Paris: you can see the stone planter as a dot on the image.

The staff began each day at 6:00 a.m. with family prayer in the President’s office. We were all on our knees in the crowded room, when Elder Ricky sang out, “But where’s Elder Brasher?” He wasn’t usually late—none of us would dare—but we took notice that he was indeed missing. As the prayer was getting under way, he came in softly through the laundry room, hoping to arrive unnoticed. At which he might have succeeded, if his friend Rick hadn’t called joyfully, “There he is! There’s Elder Brasher!” Despite such contretemps, the Elder and the Younger did give every indication of the highest mutual regard.

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