Sunday, November 30, 2014

It's CHRISTMAS TIME!!!

I love Christmas (whereas Elder Jones is more "eh" about it - but he likes that I like it.)

So, we are decorating our little abode with the Christmas cards we get from friends and family....that's it.  What says love more than those?  Forget the Walmart sparkles....  If we get a hankerin' for flashier decorations, we just meander over to the Visitors Center 1 block away and get wowed by their 19 decorated trees.



So, just in case you were wondering, Christmas at the Polynesian Cultural Center means:

1.  CRAZY HOURS - we thought life was busy before.  It's gonna be insane now.  We have our regular work, the luau and now we're adding on Christmas Lagoon (see below).  Also, there are all of the parties, the dinners, and the special concerts at the temple, at the Stake Center and at the university.  Baby, my dance card is FULL!

2.  Christmas Lagoon

This is a big event. Unfortunately, this is also the last year for this amazing show.  The drain on resources (man hours, electricity, etc., etc.) is proving to be too much. So here is our one and only chance.....to participate in something really special.

This is the 'official' write-up:

Christmas Lagoon- Starts December 13th

We invite locals and visitors to join us at the Polynesian Cultural Center for our Christmas Lagoon festivities and make this unique and entertaining event part of their holiday celebration. Our Christmas Lagoon canoes whisk guests away to a Pacific winter wonderland accentuated by actors, animals and props on a journey through PCC’s tranquil freshwater lagoon past carolers, festival lighting displays and more. The festival extends beyond the traditional canoe experience with holiday fare, arts and crafts; live entertainment, choirs and bands; and keiki holiday train rides.
Adding to the joy of PCC’s multi-cultural celebration will be special displays presented in tribute to the people and holiday traditions of China, France, Spain, Norway, and Russia.

#3 - lots of Christmas programs
We went to see a the Shaka Steel (14+ steel drummers and percussionists) and Ka Pa Kani Ko'ele O Laie (a Tahitian drum troupe with Tahitian youth dancers) drum performers this last week.  
3.  Strange going ons on my department's Facebook page - 
So, if you're following us on Facebook (shop.polynesia), you may have seen that the Mele and Josepa picture stories have begun (remember - my little coconut head dolls?)   They now have their own little on-line adventure leading up to their first Christmas together).  It's been fun AND terrifying. There way no telling what the public's response would be, much less the administration's reaction would be.  
So, the public response has been - pretty fair.  Not viral by any means, and I'm sure that there are plenty of people saying "what the Holy Moley is this?" But it has been one of our leading posts (off and on) AND we have not gotten ANY negative comments.  So, we consider it an accomplishment. Here is the quick backstory and the first three 'episodes' (my apologies to those who have already had to suffer thru these - we're half-way thru - the end is near!!!!):

Mele and Iosepa's First Christmas: Introductions 

Christmas is a special time on the islands. We not only celebrate the joy and magic of the season, we know how to have fun! As a special holiday gift, we have prepared our own Christmas tale.  



Iosepa 
Iosepa is our brave, Fijiian warrior. He is mighty, he is strong, he is a risk taker!  Iosepa tends to think of himself as quite the handyman. Mele begs to differ.


           
Mele and Iosepa met on a beautiful moonlit night, right after he performed a traditional Fire Walk.  Somehow the combination of burnt up heels and that snaggle toothed grin won her heart, and they were happily married soon after.

Join Mele and Iosepa, (pronounced "MEL-ay" and "eYO-sep-ah") from the Islands of Fiji as they prepare for their first Christmas season together in their own, unique way. 


Each week leading up to Christrmas we will present another adventure, portrayed in snapshot format, showcasing the (mis)adventures of our crazy yet endearing newlyweds.



     
         
Mele

Mele is Iosepa's loving wife.  She is resourceful and wise, though she tends to panic easily. But then again, she's married to Iosepa, so it comes naturally.

Okay - here is the 1st, 2nd and 3rd episodes:
Episode #1:
"I Want THAT One!"
I want that one - Mele and Iosepa go Christmas Tree Shopping 
Mele and Iosepa go Christmas Tree shopping


Episode #2
"Iosepa Gets All Tangled Up"
  It appears that Iosepa has hung up more 
than just his Christmas lights.


Episode #3
"Iosepa Wraps Up More 
Than Just the Presents"
 
Mele stumbles upon her hubby’s first attempt 
at wrapping Christmas presents.


Anyway...............
Elder Jones just took a test "scuba dive" in a big pool over on the Army base.  We are now going to sign him up for lessons - check another 'to-do' off of his bucket list!  I hope to have pics soon.
Our GPS was being really clunky crazy here on the islands so we decided it was time for a new one. Once we decided to place it on our shopping list Elder Jones said "too bad these things don't come with voice command".  Voila'....they DO! 
You may not think we would need such a thing here on a little island in the middle of the sea. WRONG!  The roads around here are extremely convoluted and the people like to give directions using the terms "mauka, makai, leeward and windward."  ACK!  The only thing I wish this new machine had was a knowledge of the Hawaiian language.  You should hear how she (because it is a women's voice, after all) pronounces "Kamehameha", "Laie"  and "Hau-ula""It's pretty funny - but then again, my pronunciations are hysterical too.
a few more pics from this week...

Me NOT enjoying the beggar ducks
Took the girls to a special fireside presentation

Why it would be special to preteens - yep, that's David Archuleta
Ron in the ancient banyan tree being a little boy again -
Recognize this place?  You would if you were a fan
of Lost and/or Pirates of the Caribbean
Me on the ground, exactly where I belong
Thanksgiving Day at Tita's Grill - a wonderful
family that looks upon missionaries and the
homeless with equal love and compassion.
The band that came to entertain.  They were fun...though, I
must say, "Margaritaville seemed a strange choice for a
room full of missionaries and people who may have a little
problem in the drink department - but hey, they did a fine job!

Missionary Thoughts
So, I just got back from Church.  I was so frustrated!  I shouldn't be.  I should be patient and humble. Oh how I wish I was!  Elder Jones and I are teaching the Marriage and Family Relations class for Sunday School.  We work pretty hard on it.

It's a small, intimate group of couples and we're glad it is...except today only one person came AND our normal classroom had some other people meeting in there ..... so we had to find another place to go.  To top it off, there were a few other couples from our class in the hallway, but they were talking to other people and after 10 minutes of just standing there waiting, I personally decided that this just wasn't going to happen and went over to attend the regular Sunday School lesson.  I'm okay with that....even though I found myself with stupid tears in my eyes - I think because I started worrying about the significance of the class and whether it was simply not interesting.  Really, it was just circumstances.  And before anyone starts talking about how rude the attendees were - it really is a different culture around here.  I can get all up in arms about it, but it will only frustrate me.  I need to understand and work from within rather than want to get all boo hoo'ey about things.

So I was thinking while I was all sniffly about a talk given just today in Sacrament. There was a touching story I could never summarize sufficiently, so I am going to share the actual words taken from a talk given by one of our Church leaders, Elder Bednar:

Early one summer morning I was showering. My wife called to me in the middle of my shower and indicated that I was needed immediately on the telephone. (This was before the day of cell and cordless phones). I quickly put on my robe and hurried to the phone. I next heard the voice of a dear sister and friend informing me of a tragic automobile accident that had just occurred in a remote area involving three teenage young women from our stake. Our friend indicated one of the young women had already been pronounced dead at the scene of the accident and that the two other young women were badly injured and presently were being transported to the regional medical center in Fayetteville. She further reported that the identity of the deceased young woman was not yet known. There was urgency in her voice, but there was no panic or excessive alarm. She then asked if I could go to the hospital, meet the ambulance when it arrived, and assist in identifying the young women. I answered that I would leave immediately.

During the course of our telephone conversation and as I listened to both the information being conveyed and the voice of our friend, I gradually became aware of two important things. First, this friend's daughter was one of the young women involved in the accident. Our friend lived approximately 35 miles from the hospital and therefore needed the assistance of someone who lived closer to the city. Second, I detected that the mother simultaneously was using two telephone handsets--with one in each hand pressed to each of her ears. I became aware that as she was talking with me, she was also talking with a nurse at a small rural hospital who had initially attended to the three accident victims. Our friend was receiving updated information about the condition of the young women in the very moment she was informing me about the accident and requesting my help. I then heard one of the most remarkable things I have ever heard in my life.

I faintly heard the nurse telling this faithful mother and friend that the young woman pronounced dead at the scene of the accident had been positively identified as her daughter. I could not believe what I was hearing. I was listening to this good woman in the very moment that she learned of the death of her precious daughter. Without hesitation, and with a calm and most deliberate voice, our friend next said, "President Bednar, we must get in contact with the two other mothers. We must let them know as much as we can about the condition of their daughters and that they will soon be in the hospital in Fayetteville." There was no self-pity; there was no self-absorption; there was no turning inward. The Christlike character of this devoted woman was manifested in her immediate and almost instinctive turning outward to attend to the needs of other suffering mothers. It was a moment and a lesson that I have never forgotten. In a moment of ultimate grief, this dear friend reached outward when I likely would have turned inward.

I then drove to the hospital with a concern in my heart for the well-being of the two other beautiful young women who had been involved in the accident. Little did I realize that the lessons I would learn about Christlike character--lessons taught by seemingly ordinary disciples--were just beginning.

I arrived at the hospital and proceeded to the emergency room. After properly establishing who I was and my relationship to the victims, I was invited into two different treatment areas to identify the injured young women. It was obvious that their respective wounds were serious and life threatening. And the lovely countenances and physical features of these young women had been badly marred. Within a relatively short period of time, the two remaining young women died. All three of these virtuous, lovely, and engaging young women--who seemed to have so much of life in front of them--suddenly had gone home to their Eternal Father. My attention and the attention of the respective families now shifted to funeral arrangements and logistics.

A day or so later, in the midst of program planning and detail arranging for the three funerals, I received a phone call from the Relief Society president of my home ward. Her daughter had been one of the victims in the accident, and she and I had talked several times about her desires for the funeral program. This faithful woman was a single mother rearing her only child--her teenage daughter. I was especially close to this woman and her daughter having served as both their bishop and stake president. After reviewing and finalizing several details for the funeral of her daughter, this good sister said to me, "President, I am sure it was difficult for you to see my daughter in the emergency room the other day. She was severely injured and disfigured. As you know, we will have a closed casket at the funeral. I have just returned from the funeral home, and they have helped my daughter to look so lovely again. I was just wondering . . . why don't we arrange a time when we can meet at the mortuary and you can have one last look at her before she is buried. Then your final memories of my daughter will not be the images you saw in the emergency room the other day." I listened and marveled at the compassion and thoughtfulness this sister had for me. Her only daughter had just been tragically killed, but she was concerned about the potentially troublesome memories I might have given my experience in the emergency room. In this good woman I detected no self-pity and no turning inward. Sorrow, certainly. Sadness, absolutely. Nevertheless, she reached outward when many or perhaps most of us would have turned inward with sorrow and grief.

Let me describe one final episode related to these three tragic deaths. On the day of her daughter's funeral, this Relief Society president from my home ward received a phone call from an irritated sister in our ward. The complaining sister had a cold and did not feel well, and she basically chewed out the Relief Society president for not being thoughtful or compassionate enough to arrange for meals to be delivered to her home. Just hours before the funeral of her only child, this remarkable Relief Society president prepared and delivered a meal to the murmuring sister.

We appropriately and rightly speak with reverence and awe of young men who sacrificed their lives to rescue stranded handcart pioneers and of other mighty men and women who repeatedly gave their all to establish the Church in the early days of the Restoration. I speak with equal reverence and awe of these two women--women of faith and character and conversion--who taught me so much and instinctively reached outward when most of us would have turned inward. Oh how I appreciate their quiet and powerful examples.

Let me suggest that you and I must be praying and yearning and striving and working to cultivate a Christlike character if we hope to receive the spiritual gift of charity--the pure love of Christ. Charity is not a trait or characteristic we acquire exclusively through our own purposive persistence and determination. Indeed we must honor our covenants and live worthily and do all that we can do to qualify for the gift; but ultimately the gift of charity possesses us--we do not posses it (see Moroni 7:47). The Lord determines if and when we receive all spiritual gifts, but we must do all in our power to desire and yearn and invite and qualify for such gifts. As we increasingly act in a manner congruent with the character of Christ, then perhaps we are indicating to heaven in a most powerful manner our desire for the supernal spiritual gift of charity. And clearly we are being blessed with this marvelous gift as we increasingly reach outward when the natural man or woman in us would typically turn inward.

Wow.  The person I am now would not have acted like that Relief Society president.  The person I am now would have taken all of my pent up anger, hurt and grief and hurled it at her like a canon! And that isn't' who I want to be, because I really do see that it takes all that perseverance, love, charity and humility to become the best I can be.  As the Primary song goes:

I'm trying to be like Jesus;
I'm following in his ways.
  I'm trying to love as he did, in all that I do and  say.
  At times I am tempted to make a wrong choice,
  But I try to listen as the still small voice whispers,

Chorus
"Love one another as Jesus loves you.
Try to show kindness in all that you do.
Be gentle and loving in deed and in thought,
For these are the things Jesus taught.

I'm trying to love my neighbor;
I'm learning to serve my friends.
  I watch for the day of gladness when Jesus will      come again.
  I try to remember the lessons he taught.
  Then the Holy Spirit enters into my thoughts,  saying:

Chorus
"Love one another as Jesus loves you.
Try to show kindness in all that you do.
Be gentle and loving in deed and in thought,
For these are the things Jesus taught.

If I'm only like Jesus when it's easy, I'm not living up to my full potential and I'm not being of any good on this mission or beyond.  I really am trying to be like Jesus - so I really do want to conquer selfishness and pride.  The little things in life that cause annoyance come mostly from an inability to see the big picture.  What if that surprise meeting in the classroom was to help a family with a problem?  What if people didn't show up (and this really is the truth) because one couple just had their baby last night earlier than expected, one husband was teaching another Sunday School class, one wife had to cover for someone who was sick and one couple had a toddler who was absolutely inconsolable and they didn't want to disrupt the class?  What do my little sniffly feelings matter when I didn't even take the time to consider the needs of others?  Just seems like a whole lot of unnecessary hoorah to me, and I jumped right into it.  So I'm going to work on doing better.

Thanks for letting me talk this out.  I feel better now!

LOVE and BLESSINGS to you all this great holiday season!!!!







    Sunday, November 16, 2014

    November in Paradise!

    Elder Jones and I have been putting in loooooooooooonnnnnnnnggggg hours - and will continue to do so through the holidays.  I'm feeling a little brain-fried.  How bout I just let our pictures tell our story?

    We've greatly enjoy our lunches at the PCC.  We've gone thru all of the shows and most of the demonstrations now.  This is some of the canoe pageant that they have everyday at 2:30
    First, a beautiful lady scatters flowers upon the water
    Then the royal court is presented

    Then each represented Polynesian culture comes by with their
    own canoe.  This canoe is for the island of Tonga.

    Aoeteora (New Zealand Maori)

    Samoa - they really get it rocking and always gets one of the guys tossed into the water. They have so much fun (well, maybe not the guy in the  water.....)

    All in all, there are 6 countries represented - along with the royal court and the flowers.  It makes for a very entertaining 'parade' on water.

    We also took the time to see the demonstration in Fiji
    on how to extract oil from a coconut.  Anyone
    who knows me, knows I LOVE that coconut oil!

    So here's a funny experience from this week.  I was taking tickets with some of the sister missionaries at Hale Aloha Luau.  Along the main path comes a little red-haired boy....all by himself.  He could not have been older than 5 or 6.

    "Hello little fella," I said brightly.  "Where's your momma and your pappa?"

    He shrugs his shoulders.

    "You look a little young to be walking down this path all by yourself.  Are you lost?" I asked.  The other missionary ladies started gathering round.

    Just as pretty as can be, and in this adorable little voice he says:  "I'm a keeeeeeeiki."  I'm not kidding - just like that.

    I lean down and said "I'm sorry, little guy.  I didn't hear you,"

    "I'm a keeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeiki.", he repeated.  Ah, how cute, I thought.  He learned how to say child in Hawaiian (keiki = child)

    "Little fella, where is your mummy," asks one of the Sisters?

    She's at work.

    "Does she work here."

    He shakes his head yes.

    "Here we go then," I said, taking his hand.  "I'll help you find her."

    "But," he repeated with more urgency, "I'm a keeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeiki".

    Oh......crud......he's a keiki.  As in one of the little children who performs at the Hawaiian luau.  You see, the red hair threw me.  And here I was, about to march him down to Lost and Found and to send out an all points bulletin for his mommy.

    The stage entrance was just around the corner.  I gave him a little pat on the back with a "well then, young man, you'd best run along."

    I'm telling ya.  I'm getting more and more dense as the days go along.

    Not him, but you get the idea.  Honest, if
    he didn't have red-hair, I would have gotten it
    right away


    Some other news:


    We bought a Mac Pro.  It is awesome.  We are happy.


    I am developing many of the graphics on the homepage of shop.polynesia.com
    This is where I started skills wise (actually, much worse than this even, but
    I'd be embarrassed to show you...)
    I'm getting better!  I guess I can say I'm a graphics designer now (thanks to much help from some of the real experts at PCC and my wonderful and talented daughter, Audra.  She, Mike and Roni are always pulling my fat out of the fire!)



    "I Want This One!"
    Mele and Iosepa Go Christmas Tree Shopping
    This is the firs of our PhotoStories for the Christmas Season.  I am going to bet that most of you have seen this by now since I've been plastering it EVERYWHERE!  There is quite the backstory on how these came about, but let me just introduce you to Mele and  Iosepa and invite you to read more here:  http://shop.polynesia.com/blog/mele_and_iosepa
    I'll post the other photostories (6 in all) each blog.

    So - this is life right now.  My department is really gearing up for Christmas.  It's actually quite insane and if I'm driving any of you crazy with the Facebook posts re: our products, websites or or darling Mele and Iosepa - I truly apologize....and hope that you are patient with me.

    Conversely, Elder Jones is very busy with some energy management tasks.  We know this is not the typical mission and that it may seem confusing to many - but we really are just concentrating on helping a wonderful institution to keep supporting the Polynesian students and their culture.  This next week we are looking at becoming mentors to one or two of the on-campus student organizations. We also try to be really involved in our ward and stake.

    We feel so blessed and so honored.  Somethings may be frustrating, while other things are so exciting!  Mostly, we just love the Lord and know that this mission is a learning environment for us to improve and to support.  Thanks so much for your interest and involvement.  You keep us going!



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    Spiritual reflection:

    From the talk "Lord Is It I"?, October 2014 General Conference (click here to read the talk - it's a good one, you'll love it!)

    How lucky am I that my husband is assigned to speak at different Sacrament meetings every month. I help him get his talks together.  Therefore, I get to reread some wonderful talks.  This subject really lifted both Elder Jones and I - making us want to try harder to reflect and improve.

    Elder Jones and I are such opposites.  He is confident, I am critical.  He is relaxed.  I am tightly wound.  He is self reliant.  I am extremely social. He is stubborn, and I am......stubborn too!

    We both recognize that we have weaknesses and strengths.  Ron spoke today about weaknesses simply being one side to a coin.  When Heavenly Father talks about turning our weaknesses into strengths, he's not talking about taking a magic wand and making those weaknesses disappear.  He's telling us that he will help us to take who we are and make something 'beautiful'!

    But the first step is to recognize those things we need to improve.  To stop making excuses for them (rather like Adam saying "Eve - that gal you gave me - MADE me do it!" or Eve saying "The serpent TRICKED me) and instead to utilize who we are and how we think to ours - and everyone elses' advantage.

    So let's say your weakness was that you can be extremely critical of people and situations around you.  This is truly a negative.  However, looking at things critically can also be a positive - for instance, your nature may help you to analyze situations and needs because you look at both sides of a situation.

    You can develop your ability to analyze, always checking to see that you are striving to be honest with yourself about how you view things.  You would then make the resolve to recognize that hurting people's feelings, or tearing down sincere efforts is not a useful goal.

    President Uchtdorf shared the following in his talk:  
                      ..... being able to see ourselves clearly is essential to our spiritual growth and well-being. If our weaknesses and shortcomings remain obscured in the shadows, then the redeeming power of the Savior cannot heal them and make them strengths. Ironically, our blindness toward our human weaknesses will also make us blind to the divine potential that our Father yearns to nurture within each of us.
    To be truly honest with yourself, you will need to admit that it is, in deed, YOUR weakness (not mommy's, daddy's, spouses, or even God's fault). You develop the attitude that "I am in control of my own thoughts and actions. If I learned it as a child, I can unlearn it as an adult."

    You come up with an action plan:  "I will reflect each night on things I may have been too critical about during the day.  I will pray for forgiveness and insight.  Tomorrow I will come up with positive statements to my spouse, my children and co-workers to show that I do support and care about them."



    Then, to utilize the trait in a positive manner, you decide to research and practice steps to 'critical thinking' that concentrates on solutions rather than voicing negativity.  You explain this plan to a trusted family member or friend and ask for help in recognizing both errors and progress.

    Well, that's my deep thoughts - for now.......  God bless you all.  We love you!

    Sunday, November 2, 2014

    Latest happenings and news - Holiday Time!

    The last two weeks have contained the normal ups and downs of missionary life.  Still on the run, adjusting schedules, and now that winter is here - darting in-between rainstorms (but HEY, it's not blistering hot anymore - so yeah for that!)

    First off - and this is hard to explain - I have been developing a 'serial photo story' for our Christmas e-mails.  I spoke of it in an earlier post.  It will be all about our little coconuthead couple - Mele and Iosepa and their preparations for Christmas.  Big news, the storyline debuts this Thursday!  I'm a nervous wreck about it.  I would not have made it if it weren't for my wonderful Audra - who has saved me through her knowledge of Photoshop.  We have two of the shots completely finalized. Only four more to go (OYE!).  Pray for me.....

    Anyhoot - I mention this because our hopes are that people actually enjoy this series and end up sharing it thru social media.  We will be posting the series on the shop.polynesia Facebook page AND Pinterest.  I am going to ask your indulgence by letting you know that I will also share them thru this blog.  If you find them worthwhile (and you know how), please consider sharing.  The purpose (besides sharing some Christmas fun) is to raise our presence on the Internet.  It's all quite the masterplan....keep your fingers crossed - and look for a quick post each week on the subject.  

    By the way - have I mentioned that our lovely Audra has announced the fact that grandbaby #15 is on it's way?  We are so very excited for them.

    Now, back to what we've been up to:

    The water was actually beautiful and clear - can't explain
    why it doesn't appear that way in the pic
    We finally made it into Waikiki.  Yeah - it's pretty touristy there.  I'm happy here is little ol' La'ie, thanks.  

    We visited the Byoda-In Buddist Temple.  So beautiful and serene.

    We also made it over to the west shore of the island.  Ron had many memories from back in his Coast Guard days.  He went snorkeling in the wide open ocean and was thrilled to see BIG fish.

    Ron checking out the conditions.  He actually decided
    to go to a different spot - as he saw that the waves
    in this area would pop him out of the water and
    onto the rocks like a cork.....not good.


    This is actually a shot of Ron IN the water - or rather, under it....  Beautiful coastline

    I'm so glad that we are able to have a few hours of complete down time for him.  He goes into work at 7 in the morning and works on some very hard and complicated problems throughout the day.   He certainly isn't retired, let me tell ya!  To his great joy, he is still climbing on big buildings and exploring nooks and crannies throughout the Center so that he can identify and tag all of the equipment.  Here are some shots from high atop the Pacific Theater, where he actually discovered - tiny little fish - in the holding tank for the night show's waterfall.  How, he keeps asking himself, did they get up there?

    Ron's work building from atop the Pacific Theater


    Looking straight down from the roof of the theater

    Looking towards the east and the Pacific Ocean and the
    new Hukilau Marketplace from the Pacific Theater


    Halloween in La'ie is KA-RAZY!!!  It's like the biggest block party evah!  I'll just share some pics here to prove it:



    These happen to be the sister missionaries - lol







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    Missionary Thoughts - more or less - but this is what's on my mind this week:

    The Polynesian Cultural Center is such a unique place to be a missionary---certainly unlike any other mission in the world.  These last two weeks really emphasized that to me.  There are so many blessings in my life.

    For instance, the people I work with in the Administration Building. These are some of the greatest people I have ever met.  The director I work under is Jeff Dunn, who comes from the company "Harry and David". He is bright.  He is hard working.  His laugh is absolutely infectious.  He is kind and dedicated to the purpose and goals of PCC.  

    My direct supervisor is Susan Kunz - I just love working with her.  She has wrapped her arm around my shoulders and has really pulled me in to the team. It's so great to share thoughts and feel useful.  She has been with PCC since she was a student.  She is a vast store of amazing information and is a great source on the culture of Hawaii, Samoa (where she lived as a child) and the people of PCC.

    I also work with John Muiana, who is a strong and yet very kind.  He loves the PCC so much, it can bring him to tears.  I treasure Logo Apelu, Eric Workman and Bobby Akoi - who work so hard to lead their departments by example and faith. 

    There is the marketing team, the employee training team, the support staff.....and, of course, the missionaries.  I LOVE the missionaries in this office.  We have such fun together - and when someone needs - well - anything from a paperclip to a hug, they will make sure it happens.




    And then there is our own great living treasure - Tausilinuu David Hannemann who was the first paid employee of PCC.  Oh how I love this dear, elderly man who works so very hard to document and preserve the PCC history.  His smile can light up the entire day and his words of encouragement and love are a direct reflection of how the light of the Savior can shine thru his loving servants on the earth.  If I'm having a bad day - I just need to go find him and within minutes...I'm having a good day.



    And finally, there is President Alfred Grace. Originally from New Zealand, he attended BYU-Hawaii and started working at PCC as a student. He has come up thru the ranks to be a leader with some very difficult challenges.  He is the first one to arrive in the morning (when he's not traveling far and wide to promote and represent) and is on the run even thru the weekend - including the fact that he serves as Stake President to the BHU-Hawaii Married Stake (insane!)  I admire him so much.  He is a man of deep faith and he shares his faith openly.  He knows the the PCC is lead by God and strives to honor that every day.  He knows everyone, and I mean EVERYONE by name.  He takes time to visit the PCC campus as much as possible and to reach out to employees on all levels (as well as grab some of his beloved New Zealand treats from the Aotearoa Village.)  He's got a ready smile, yet he is also strict in his duties and will let people know when they need to step up.  Most of all, he loves the Polynesian culture....starting, of course, with his own Maori background - but certainly extending to all of the islands that PCC represents.  

    What makes this all the more amazing is that I attend morning devotionals with these giants.  Can you imagine?  Every one there takes a turn during the month in three ways:  1) Highlight one of the cultural beliefs/goals for the PCC by giving an example of how it is exemplified by others; 2) give a spiritual thought; and 3) say a prayer.  In these few minutes together I have learned not only who these people are, but what is in their hearts.  It's an amazing start to a morning.  This is a precious time for me.

    It is a difficult job running the Polynesian Cultural Center - for so many reasons - not the least of which is the fact that times are hard everywhere - and PCC must make major changes to keep up with the economy and changes in how tourists want to spend their time.  Along with the blessings of working with these administrators and managers, I also see that there is so much pressure and expectations on them.  We are about to open up the Hukilau Marketplace - an expansive market area with new shops and restaurants that anyone can come to (it's placed BEFORE the entrance).  The purpose of the marketplace is to expand services, reach out to the community and bring something new into the Center.  Most 'amusement' parks such as Disney and Universal have shown that this is what people are looking for - and have been very successful at it.  The PCC has been opened for 50 years - and the traditions are truly wonderful - but without change, we will be perceived as just an old, tired tourist spot.  We have so much to offer - including tradition - but we must make sure that we keep modern in order to bring people in.  It's all so complicated and means trial, error and making difficult decisions.  

    I pray for the PCC everyday and ask that you also keep it in your prayers.  Imagine a facility whose purpose is to support students from all around Polynesia (and beyond!) and in preserving the culture of those islands?  It is a miracle and a joy and it is quite humbling that Heavenly Father decided that Elder Jones and I had enough 'stuff' to actually be able to contribute to it.

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    Much love to you all.  We know you are there and we are greatly strengthened by your love, prayers and support.  Please write!  Keeping up with what is going on with you really brightens our day and helps us to feel connected to those so very far away.