|In the 1920's my father went on his mission to the Eastern States, with B.H. Roberts as his Mission President. Here I stand in front of the mission home.|
Kurt and I were the only white people in the neighborhood. As we walked by some policemen, they said "you can tell they don't belong here." Yet, there we were, in a place where my father once walked also.
360 Gates Avenue, Brooklyn, New York.
|I am sure this mission photo was taken at 360 Gates. My father is sitting by Sister Roberts on the front row. Such a sober group of missionaries!|