Friday, May 22, 1970

This morning we worked a normal schedule. In the afternoon we worked on a jogral, a sort of choral reading, for tomorrow night’s talent show. We have two numbers, a serious one being a poem by S. Dilworth Young entitled “Samuel H. Smith, the Missionary” and a not so serious one called “The Great Apostasy,” dealing with girls who write dear johns. We also spent time packing and further preparing to catch our four o'clock bus.

The trip between Maceió and Recife is rather beautiful, especially at dusk. The sunset was enchanting and reminiscent of Idaho sunsets.

Elders Bradshaw and Camargo are half expectant that one of them will be transferred at this conference. They both have served in Maceió nearly six months. Elder Bradshaw has been here in the North just three days short of a year.

We arrived in Recife at about 8:30 this evening, hoping to have beaten the elders from Campina Grande. They arrived at 4:00. Therefore, we headed for a hotel and met Elder Brinton and Dabbling, who offered one rêde [hammock] and their floor for the rest of us. Since the price was right, we took them up on it.