ABSTRACT
My parents and sister are traveling to Farmington, Maine, with our church in early July 1995 to build houses in impoverished communities for an organization called Mission at the Eastward (MATE), similar to Habitat for Humanity. I decide, on a whim, to hop on board at the last minute. We travel in a caravan of minivans and RVs, a group
of approximately fifteen kids and fifteen adults, to this little rural community that does not even qualify for a dot on a state map.
