Since the Mormon church and my family decided that we had nothing in common we have seen only one member of the church on any sort of regular basis. He was well aware of where I was coming from. My daughter's account of what happened is
here. HE came to see us just before Christmas bringing cake and a card, and an update on people who for us now are just names , but I must admit I am nosy. I evinced an interest in a young man who had been a very good home teacher but who had stopped contacting us the moment that he had been replaced ( sound familiar).
Anyway on boxing day who should knock on our door but this same man with his shiny new wife exported from Utah. carrying cookies and bringing good wishes. I invited them in. conversation was difficult, but I guess I am conditioned not to leave people standing on the doorstep.
The visit was difficult, but was really more gossip about names we knew.
The left after about an hour leaving the bag of cookies which I couldn't eat because of my diabetes. My daughter and son in law took them home. My son on law's comment - they weren't that nice. Like Mormon visits they leave a bad taste in the mouth.