The Agle Jrs. in London - Day 4

We awoke early (again) and took the train to Luton, where we were met my Nana & Grandpa, who kindly ferried us to Dunstable for church in their new chapel. Dunstable, where Suzanne was raised, is 20 minutes from Luton and until 2 years ago, never had a chapel of its own. It’s a smaller building, but very full. It was good to see some old friends, such as Robert Sterling, a quiet lad we knew from our old days at Watford who has since been on a mission, married Debbie Lloyd, and they now have 10 kids, all originals. We also met Bishop Jex, who married us, Keith Foster, who’s in the bishopric, Gwen Boughton, who taught Suzanne in Seminary and also taught us gospel doctrine, Graham McMullen, Glynnis Shacklock, John (Suzanne’s former bishop) and Janet Graham, Cherry (a British African American who confessed to having had a crush on Ken) (don’t know her last name), Heather Baker, and many others. They were all very friendly and welcoming.
After church, Nana and Grandpa ferried us to their home, where we had a lovely tea with Uncle Shep and Auntie Thelma, and old friends Chris Avis and her daughter Victoria, for whom Suzanne had been a nanny many years ago.
Then we made the windy road, roundabout-laden, 50-minute journey to Stevenage, where I presented a fireside to a very full chapel of very attentive and appreciate listeners. I have never felt so welcomed. It was fun to see a bunch more familiar faces, including Andrew and Linda Hill (again), Steve and Cathy Kilby, Helen and Theresa Piper, Steve Howell (a member of the stake presidency and married to Theresa Piper), Dave and Jenny Brown (Dave, ever the kidder, said “Hello, Dennis. I thought we were expecting your son, Dennis Jr.”), Cathy Scott (who had wonderful things to say about Ken), her daughters Kay and Jo Rodwell (maiden names), Ian and Cynthia Waller. It was an especially enjoyable evening.
Afterwards, the folks drove us to the Stevenage station, and we got back to our hotel around 10 p.m. A good day in England.