This is where I attend Church each Sunday. It's the only Church-owned meetinghouse in Riga. 
L-R is Sister Humphrey, Sister Gubler and Elder Gubler, entering the Church for a baptism.
The story of the pussy willow is this: Last Sunday "Grandma" Senkans (I had trouble with names when I first came. We had a Velma, a Velta and a Velga. So, the mother/grandmother in the Senkans family because "Grandma Senkans" to me, even though she's a few years younger than I am.) Anyway she came with a couple of branches of pussy willows and was "switching" the legs of each person (as we gathered outside waiting for someone to bring a key). We learned that on Easter morning (she was a week early), the first one awake in the home, takes a branch of pussy willows and goes throughout the house, "hitting" each person with the branch to awaken them. The first one so awakened, joins in as they go the 2nd one, and so on, until every one is awakened. That brings good health for the year. (There are a lot of superstititions here in the Baltics.) If you swing in a swing in the Spring, the mosquitoes won't bother you that year. I need to find a swing!
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