<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936180853241435818</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:35:42.592-08:00</updated><category term='Nothin&apos; Like the First Blog'/><title type='text'>The Barton Bunch</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebartonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936180853241435818/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebartonbunch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>amy barton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104757032581254255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936180853241435818.post-3170386676934260720</id><published>2010-12-21T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T09:37:12.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 21, 2010-1st Brasilian Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1pmXTf6nP9w/TRDdvv2MHqI/AAAAAAAAADk/nxoN0UDpQ0E/s1600/bedroom.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553182152915164834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1pmXTf6nP9w/TRDdvv2MHqI/AAAAAAAAADk/nxoN0UDpQ0E/s320/bedroom.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elder Barton's bedroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1pmXTf6nP9w/TRDdin-yNxI/AAAAAAAAADc/gKfE2tGW-kY/s1600/missionary%2Bcards.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553181927465432850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1pmXTf6nP9w/TRDdin-yNxI/AAAAAAAAADc/gKfE2tGW-kY/s320/missionary%2Bcards.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1pmXTf6nP9w/TRDdiLONnvI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yh1un0lmRLk/s1600/planted%2Bfield.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553181919745515250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1pmXTf6nP9w/TRDdiLONnvI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yh1un0lmRLk/s320/planted%2Bfield.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Field they planted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1pmXTf6nP9w/TRDc_B4v4VI/AAAAAAAAADM/n1De_sTNqJM/s1600/Josh%2B%2526%2BGama%2BStadium.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553181315944145234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1pmXTf6nP9w/TRDc_B4v4VI/AAAAAAAAADM/n1De_sTNqJM/s320/Josh%2B%2526%2BGama%2BStadium.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elder Barton in Gama Stadium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1pmXTf6nP9w/TRDc-auGoOI/AAAAAAAAADE/ZGhBwy2d2X4/s1600/countryside.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553181305430515938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1pmXTf6nP9w/TRDc-auGoOI/AAAAAAAAADE/ZGhBwy2d2X4/s320/countryside.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1pmXTf6nP9w/TRDc97PdWsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ygKN_yF6zX0/s1600/bird.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553181296980482754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1pmXTf6nP9w/TRDc97PdWsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ygKN_yF6zX0/s320/bird.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1pmXTf6nP9w/TRDcUa9tXbI/AAAAAAAAACs/5mDHgdBa7vY/s1600/birds.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553180583941463474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1pmXTf6nP9w/TRDcUa9tXbI/AAAAAAAAACs/5mDHgdBa7vY/s320/birds.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dear Family and Friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Christmas is arriving and I am very excited to be able to talk with you.  The mission asked that we keep our calls to 30 minutes.  If there is any problem, have the email open, and I'll write after 5:10 and update.  I am excited to talk with you guys on Christmas.  If you want to prepare questions or something like that to use the time well, feel free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As far as I know, my package is still in Rio.  Good news, I received many cards and packages from many good friends.  Thanks to Elder Wendleboe, Camaris Meservy (can you believe she used to babysit me?), Sister Norma Hopkins from the ward, the Macfarlane family (which wrote a very, very nice card.  I love them so much, they have the most amazing missionary in Sao Paulo.  Love you Elder Macfarlane!), and my Star Wars buddies-the Mears!  I loved the story of Devin and the Subway lady.  I have fond memories of late night movies and joking with them when they were at BYU.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Love to all my family and friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday, we went out to a member's ranch/farm to help plant corn.  It was a welcome rest to work a little with the muscles and less with the mind.  I hoed, broke soil and put the fertilizer in the holes.  It was raining (it was a light rain, not the really hard, driving rain) and really, really muddy.  After almost losing the sandals, we all worked barefoot.  The mud caked to our feet to the point it was like shoes and we had to spend a good 15 minutes getting it off.  I had just finished reading about the parables of the Savior and how in many of them he talks about seeds and especially the parable of the sower.  It made working really fun and I enjoyed seeing the importance to prepare the ground, add the nutrients and the fertilizer AND then add the seed.  You have to prepare the ground and seed before you can expect a harvest.  There is still a lot of work in the months ahead, to protect the corn, weed and ensure that there is enough water in the dry months.  But there will be a greater harvest, because we prepared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thought about how in missionary work, we work to prepare for many things.  We study to prepare to teach.  We plan each night to prepare for the next day.  We teach about baptism to prepare the person to accept the baptismal invite, we teach about the Book of Mormon to prepare the people to read.  We do many things to prepare so that we can have a chance for a more favorable result.  There are exceptions, sometimes we teach someone we didn't plan to, but usually, you can see the results if you look at the preparation.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Preparation brings blessings, because it shows your desire to the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I enjoyed working as well, because the "Let's give the American a chance to work for the first time in his life" jokes quickly died.  I don't want to brag, but I hoed (is that a verb?) my rows faster and better than anyone else.  Thanks to Grandpa Dave, Dad, and the innumerable rocks in the backyard that prepared me for this American Victory.  It was like "Remember the Titans", "Facing the Giants", and "Miracle" all in one....with Red, White, and Blue trimming.  This one's for you Uncle Sam.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, I'll unswell my head now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This week a lot of investigators were not able to visit with us, so we didn't get the results we wanted.  But this week should be better, so we'll keep going.  We sing in front of a lot of houses.  Last night we asked in one house if we could sing and they said they already talked to us and shut the door.  So we went next door, sang, and as we were leaving, the house that had previously rejected heard us singing and asked us to enter and sing.  The man is the brother of a member and he apologized for his behavior and invited us to come back.  It is amazing to see the power of music.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love singing the Christmas hymns.  We don't sing well (off-key and nasally), but we sing with the heart.  As the angel said "Glory to God in the highest and on earth, Peace, Good will to men".  We have been reading "The Living Christ" in companion study to begin.  I love the last phrase.  I don't have it in English, but roughly translated "God be thanked, for the incomparable gift of His son".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Joy to the World!  And may all of us receive our King.  Because one day He will return.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Elder Barton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936180853241435818-3170386676934260720?l=thebartonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebartonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3170386676934260720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936180853241435818&amp;postID=3170386676934260720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936180853241435818/posts/default/3170386676934260720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936180853241435818/posts/default/3170386676934260720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebartonbunch.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-21-2010-1st-brasilian.html' title='December 21, 2010-1st Brasilian Christmas'/><author><name>amy barton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104757032581254255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1pmXTf6nP9w/TRDdvv2MHqI/AAAAAAAAADk/nxoN0UDpQ0E/s72-c/bedroom.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936180853241435818.post-8939238677751706792</id><published>2007-12-07T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:38:56.749-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothin&apos; Like the First Blog'/><title type='text'>Nothin' Like the First Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Our First Official Entry on the BlogSpot!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1pmXTf6nP9w/R1oDmblhzlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/N59RtfIW4-s/s1600-h/DSCN1316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141425883371916882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1pmXTf6nP9w/R1oDmblhzlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/N59RtfIW4-s/s320/DSCN1316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So, Nicki (my young and hip friend) has brought me into the next century by helping me create my very own blog.  What a great word is "blog!"  Kind of describes how I feel about doing this.  "Blog" is such an awkward word, and I feel a bit awkward about "bearing my soul" and then posting it online for all to see.  But she assures me I will love it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Can I do this without posting it on-line??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I do love that this is a spot where I can write the menial happenings, the memories afraid of being forgotten, the gratitudes of living.  I'll give it a shot--throw caution to the wind.  Launch our lives into the great oblivion for any to happen upon--and just pretend that it's all a part of my bedroom library journal collection that only I peruse.  Oh, wait, I don't have a journal collection yet, really!  Hmmmm, guess that's why I'm giving this a shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936180853241435818-8939238677751706792?l=thebartonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebartonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8939238677751706792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936180853241435818&amp;postID=8939238677751706792&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936180853241435818/posts/default/8939238677751706792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936180853241435818/posts/default/8939238677751706792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebartonbunch.blogspot.com/2007/12/nothin-like-first-blog.html' title='Nothin&apos; Like the First Blog!'/><author><name>amy barton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104757032581254255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1pmXTf6nP9w/R1oDmblhzlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/N59RtfIW4-s/s72-c/DSCN1316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
