Thursday was a holiday in Germany. Elder and Sister Rueckert asked us if we
would like to join them in going to the LDS temple in Switzerland. We had much
to do and Russell initially declined. However we both decided that this was an
opportunity we couldn’t pass up and we were willing to work late before and after the trip to make up for lost time.
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Elders and Sisters Rueckert and Healy |
The Rueckerts are here as missionaries responsible for the
Perpetual Education and Self-Reliance programs in the Europe Area. We enjoyed
their company immensely and found we have a lot in common. They have 11 adopted children (we have 3), and both Russell
and Elder Rueckert worked for the same accounting firm many years
ago.
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Central Square in Strasbourg complete with statue and carousel |
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Russell and Eileen in Strasbourg |
The ride to Switzerland was beautiful.
We could see castles built into the
sides of the hills. Wildflowers bloomed alongside the road. We stopped in Strasbourg, France to stretch our legs. We visited the famous Catholic Cathedral of our Lady and saw boats
with tourists traveling along the river for a tour of the city. The baguette sandwiches we had for lunch brought
back many memories of living in Belgium.
Switzerland is lush and green. We stayed in a place called
Moosegg that was more than a little tricky to find. Thank goodness for a GPS
system. We booked the least expensive
hotel we could find in the vicinity of the temple. Our hotel was on the top of a mountain overlooking
a beautiful valley dotted with chalets, cows grazing (complete with their
cowbells ringing) and birds chirping. It seemed almost surreal.
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On the way |
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LDS Swiss Temple |
Friday we
went to the LDS Swiss temple and spent the day there. We consider a temple to literally be the house of the Lord, a holy
sanctuary in which sacred ceremonies and ordinances are performed
by and for the living and also in behalf of the dead. It is the most holy of
any place of worship on the earth. The Swiss temple was dedicated for
use on the same day that Russell was born.
It is the oldest LDS temple in Europe. We spent the day doing ordinances conducted in German, Italian, French, and English and overheard a few individuals
speaking Spanish. The ordinances we performed were for ancestors of Elder
Rueckert. It was truly a blessing to be
with the Rueckerts and with other members of our church from so many different
countries.
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Max Cannon (my father) is the curly haired boy on the front row |
Saturday
was my (Eileen) father’s 92nd birthday. My father was diagnosed with some health
issues when he was in his early 30s and his doctors predicted that he wouldn’t
live past about 40 years of age. We have
had a close relationship with him over the years, and it has been a miracle
that he has lived as long as he has.
Wednesday I called to wish him a happy birthday and told him that I
wouldn’t be able to call him on Saturday due to the fact that we would be in
Switzerland. He told me that if we happened to go past Basel, Switzerland
perhaps we could look up his childhood home. When my father was just one year old his parents moved with their young family to Basel so that
my grandfather could preside over the Swiss German mission from 1925-1928.
We had
heard through a couple of different people in Switzerland that the original
mission home had been torn down and a new building constructed. We drove to Liemenstrasse 49 and there was a
building that appeared to be only 20-30 years old. However there were many
buildings that not only appeared to be old but were dated back to the time when
my father would have lived there. It was very sentimental for me to walk the
same streets where my father had spent three years of his early childhood.
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Trying to get to Moosegg |
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View from our hotel |
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This is the city where Elder Rueckert's ancestors came from |
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On top of the clouds in Moosegg |
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It seemed that every home had a large woodpile |
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Across the street from Liemenstrasse 49-Did my father see this as a child? |
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These old buildings were one block away from my father's childhood home |
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This building would have been brand new when my father lived here |
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German Consulate from 1880 |
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A man that lived on this street said his home was built in the 1870s |
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