Mom is always a missionary. Monday is normally a day we use to prepare for the rest of the week and sometimes do some sight-seeing. On Monday, March 1, 2010 we were in Skoder a town in north-western Albania. We spoke in Church the Sunday before and then spent the night in order to spend some time with the missionaries there. This is photograph of Mom with Elder Fahey. Look closely and you can see his missionary tag. He's from Manchester, England; he and Mom are speaking with some young people we met while touring Rozafa Castle. The wonderful thing about this chance meeting is the girl directly to Mom's left brought her family to the Shoker Branch the next Sunday.
Photograph looking east from Rozafa Castle. This castle stands above the confluence of 3 rivers and is a great place for a castle. It was twice besieged by the Ottomans and finally fell in 1479. There is a strange Albania story that everyone knows about this castle. Rozafa Castle was built by 3 brothers. They would build the walls in the day, but in the night the walls were being destroyed. One day an old man happened by and being aware of their problem told them what they should do after swearing them to secrecy. He said that the next day when whichever of their wives brought them their lunch, they should take her and wall her up alive in the wall of the castle. The two older brothers, against their oaths of secrecy, warned their respective wives not to come the next day, but the younger brother kept his word and it was his wife who brought the lunches. She was taken and walled up in the foundation of the castle and true to the old man's word the walls stayed up, but the stones at the base of Rozafa Castle are damp and mossy because of the young wife's tears.
You don't have to go far to be reminded that Albania is really a third world country. His fellow is taking a cement mixer home on his cart.
We had heard that it was in Skoder that the wonderful Venetian masks are made. We asked around and sure enough we found this factory off an old dirt road. This is photograph of Edward the owner with some of the masks in the background.
One of the amazing hand-made masks.
Mom is always a missionary. Monday is normally a day we use to prepare for the rest of the week and sometimes do some sight-seeing. On Monday, March 1, 2010 we were in Skoder a town in north-western Albania. We spoke in Church the Sunday before and then spent the night in order to spend some time with the missionaries there. This is photograph of Mom with Elder Fahey. Look closely and you can see his missionary tag. He's from Manchester, England; he and Mom are speaking with some young people we met while touring Rozafa Castle. The wonderful thing about this chance meeting is the girl directly to Mom's left brought her family to the Shoker Branch the next Sunday.
Photograph looking east from Rozafa Castle. This castle stands above the confluence of 3 rivers and is a great place for a castle. It was twice besieged by the Ottomans and finally fell in 1479. There is a strange Albania story that everyone knows about this castle. Rozafa Castle was built by 3 brothers. They would build the walls in the day, but in the night the walls were being destroyed. One day an old man happened by and being aware of their problem told them what they should do after swearing them to secrecy. He said that the next day when whichever of their wives brought them their lunch, they should take her and wall her up alive in the wall of the castle. The two older brothers, against their oaths of secrecy, warned their respective wives not to come the next day, but the younger brother kept his word and it was his wife who brought the lunches. She was taken and walled up in the foundation of the castle and true to the old man's word the walls stayed up, but the stones at the base of Rozafa Castle are damp and mossy because of the young wife's tears.
You don't have to go far to be reminded that Albania is really a third world country. His fellow is taking a cement mixer home on his cart.
We had heard that it was in Skoder that the wonderful Venetian masks are made. We asked around and sure enough we found this factory off an old dirt road. This is photograph of Edward the owner with some of the masks in the background.
One of the amazing hand-made masks.
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