Jordans in Siberia (and Michigan)

Keeping up with daily life of the Jordans

Family Moments


This afternoon (January 15) I wrote these paragraphs for “another glimpse”.  But then it seemed too personal for a glimpse, so I decided to put it here.

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I have always loved sledding.  As a child, it was often a family activity.  The most unusual rides were always mine.  Whether sliding down a snowfield in the Rockies or joining a sledding party at the old gravel pit, I was the one who ended up zipping down the slope backwards, shrieking at the top of my lungs, while my family stood watching, knowing I was perfectly safe and laughing till they had to sit down.

This last Sunday afternoon I had a new sledding experience.  Knowing that the boys needed to use energy, I told them we were going for a family walk.  At 4pm we set out.  The sun was already dipping toward the horizon but the sky was blue and the temperature had risen to -25 C (-13 F).

We had to place our feet carefully to avoid slipping on the well-trodden snow outside.  Every step crunched or squeaked underfoot.  Eager to return home to a promised family movie evening, the boys had decided not even to bring sleds.  We walked about 10 or 15 minutes to some sand hills on the edge of Ulan-Ude.  Instantly, Ryan forgot about going back home in the joy of propelling himself off the hillside and falling down into the snow and sand.  Alan had pulled a runner sled along and he began enjoying the well packed car trail.  While Eric played with Ryan, I followed Darin up to the highest hill.  Then with a skip in his step, Darin led the way down the snowy slope, kicking up sand as he slid along.

I didn’t want to go tumbling down the hillside behind Darin, so I sat down and began to scootch along.  The sliding wasn’t too bad, but my knee-length down coat was not very slippery.  I let the coat bunch up and tried moving along on the seat of my wind proof pants.  That was much faster.  Very much faster.  Somewhere toward the bottom of the hill, I felt something very hard in the middle of my trail.  Getting to my feet and looking back, I saw pieces of broken beer bottle that I had uncovered.  Reaching under my coat to brush off any extra snow, I discovered that I had shredded the seat of my pants….and my sweat pants under them…and my long underwear…

We headed home.  A small breeze stung our faces as we walked and I felt the bite in the updraft under my coat as well.  Thus the family tradition of my laughable sledding experiences is now shared not only by my parents and sisters, but Alan and our boys as well.

That evening I mended the rents in my several layers of clothing.  The wind proof pants are neatly folded and waiting for me to go visit my friend who is a professional seamstress.  I want that mending job to look good–or maybe even invisible.  I am glad to go spend some time with my friend and encourage her, too.  Maybe I can even share some laughter with her when she asks how I managed to tear my pants like that.
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This T-shirt was given to Eric for his thirteenth birthday last fall.  His best Russian friend wrote this poem for him.

This T-shirt was given to Eric for his thirteenth birthday last fall. His best Russian friend wrote this poem for him.

Here’s a closer look at the poem if you want to try to read it!




2 thoughts on “Family Moments

  1. Wow! Gathering you did not get hurt! Tim & Cari just went sledding now with some friends! I’ll have to send them that post! Did you have a special time with your friend? Are the mends invisible?
    Thinking of you as I’m putting together my missions project about you all! Much fun at this end!

  2. What a cool poem! How sweet!

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