Sunday, December 16, 2018


Since the Foundation was retired in 2017 I went to work making THE FINAL REPORT, and I'll admit it hasn't been easy, yet stimulating reviewing 50+ years of history I now find incredible I had anything to do with.  
The first effort was made carefully to not "ruffle any feathers," but was far from complete so numerous times during the past two years I have added additional history, with many photographs, in an attempt to accurately report what was experienced and accomplished over more than 50 years of Foundation history, but actually 67 years of my life.  Gradually I began inserting more and more details about controversial aspects of a quite complicated history--which seems to have evolved into something  like a sporting event, those that I went to aid--helping the needy Lamanites,   perplexingly setting themselves up as a competing force who time after time criticized and opposed the help that was offered, and worse--even rejection of the unique successes,  the description eventually becoming: 
 "A spirit of competition & contention, rather than  one of cooperation and gratitude."

   From almost the beginning, I mentioned that one day "the rest of the story" would have to be told which gradually I have done with greater details, and in frank honesty--key aspects just added during July and August 2019. This has included very brief descriptions of my personal and family life that some could say will get me into all kinds of trouble, while others will congratulate me for being a man of integrity and faith--it seemingly developing into what some might call a CONUNDRUM or enigma, or more lightheartedly, a brain teaser.

   I have now completed in brief "the rest of the story" -- the full story would require a big book or two.  But, it is designed for, and hoped to be a blessing and aid in the prophecied "setting in order the house of God" for the last days.  But, it will require genuine love of the truth and justice, charity for all,  and honest humility and concern for those damaged and lost.   If they are lacking still, as has been the case over quite a few years, the effort will rather greatly be bothersome to some individuals and I will be even  be condemned for my honesty, and......we will have to be patient, yet always hopeful, for the final outcome to be a blessing for all, but my objective is...... tell  THE TRUTH to the best of my ability & for it to be a blessing for all.

There will be those who say I can't be trusted--as said by a Leader in the recently added portion of the rest of the story, but you'll also see in this report--history about me being "so trusted that it was almost scary," which time after time opened up the way to overcome obstacles and persist like they say "against all odds!"
So there is fulfillment of  a prediction, prior to leaving for Guatemala, of becoming....." known for good and/or evil!" 

  To guide me in gradually revealing all--I had a very profound dream, that two times was interrupted by waking for various reasons, but each time as I went back to bed, the dream continued without missing a beat, convincing me it was much more than a simple dream.  
A brief summary follows:

I saw myself invited to speak in LDS General Conference but told not to worry about what I would say as it would be on the teleprompter.  Nevertheless, I felt like I had to prepare in my mind a special message just in case.
   Through a lot of interesting and informative details in the actual dream, I finally got to the point of standing behind the pulpit looking out over the vast sea of 22,000 souls plus millions of TV viewers. 
 At that moment I recalled my experience as a 17-year-old--very timid soul--in the old Provo Tabernacle in a Stake Conference in 1953  when looking at what for me was "a vast sea of 3,000 souls,"  bowed my head thinking a brief  prayer and was then guided by the Lord to speak His words.
In the Conference Center, after a brief silent prayer, I looked at the teleprompter to know what to say. 
It had a message in bold letters from the Lord, saying:

That is what I'm doing my best to do in this FINAL REPORT that likely will now
 "ruffle a few feathers," but "we have all sinned and fallen short...." 
and all need to have an honest chance to 
"be contrite" 
and heal ourselves and others.

This is the 3rd piece in the "rest of the story,"  with the 4th, 5th, 6th, and now 7th pieces added to this FINAL REPORT just during July and early August 2019.  Sorry, it has to be so complicated, but it has been an interesting and long journey of human conflict & triumph.

The FIRST & SECOND pieces are actually told in my 
"Checkered--Faith & Works"....Autobiographical history 0-22 years old, 
that anyone who really wants to understand should read as it lays the foundation of everything.

This THIRD piece I was able to watch for NEW YEARS--2019--but seen first in 1956. 
 It was  "great"  movie that began to multiply my desire to dedicate my life to the Indigenous people in Central America-- a desire that began at 16 with an NDE--Near Death Experience, followed a year later with my conversion to Christ through coming to believe that the BOOK OF MORMON was the "original sacred book of the Central 
American indigenous people,"  and, along with that--have deep respect for
Ammon and his dedicated life-long mission to the Lamanites.
NOTE:  For those who aren't believers in "the Book,"   you should think for a moment--how wonderful  and more just and logical it would be for Jesus Christ to not just be the Savior of those from the "Old World--with their Sacred book--THE BIBLE," but that he also  be the Savior of those from the "New World" who he was likely talking about in John 10:16calling them his "other sheep" -- and actually "visiting" them  and making possible them also having their "Sacred Book"--which of course--being true,  would have to be in harmony with the BIBLE--each witnesses of the other. Not only would this be "wonderful," but I actually came to believe that such actually was the case.  You will notice, in reports like in item #17 from Chulac & the Polochic area of Guatemala, such was embraced with joy by the Indians from that area, as well as at Valparaiso, causing a quite amazing spiritual revolution.
I saw the movie for  the first time as an LDS missionary in Heredia, Costa Rica, when recently made a senior companion 6 months into my mission in late 1956.  The Mission rule was that we could go to a movie once a month--if we could find one that would inspire us in our missionary calling.  
This movie was the perfect motivator to do exactly that.  It was the story of John Clum who had wanted to be a Christian minister, but didn't quite qualify and so volunteered to be a government agent on the Apache Reservation in Arizona.  He went to work, against all odds, changing the treatment of Indians to one of respect and love as though brothers--in fact he became blood brothers with a key Indian.  All kinds of wonderful things were done, including providing education, giving them work with fair pay, and in other ways treated them justly, even organizing their own police force and along with them capturing the rebel Geronimo, and more.

NOTE:  Little did I know that what I had seen would become a metaphor 
for my future life among the Mayan peoples of Guatemala -
but for reasons I didn't then understand I was deeply impressed.

 I left the theater mesmerized, but didn't really completely understand  until early 1958 when I was transferred to isolated Coban, Guatemala known among the missionaries as 
"the Siberia of Central America."  

Here I am in 1958 at the grass landing strip in Coban with basically the only LDS active in the area. Then it was the only practical way to get there--on a World War II surplus airplane, part of Aviateca's fleet..

  For the first time, I found myself in the land of the Kekchi Indians, and rather was instantly convinced that it was Shangri-La, Witnessing firsthand the suffering of the Indians, and noting them being treated unfairly helped me put into sharp perspective the movie that took on  powerful meaning. 

 During a short stay of only 3 months I had revealed to me the Good Life approach to helping Indians, and I left there having had spiritual experiences that had me know I had to prepare to return and dedicate my life among those people, and later  before my mission ended, added Patzicia to my future, along with other areas among the Mayas.

 The powerful impact of the movie remained with me and influenced me forcefully 9 years later as I began my lifelong work as a permanent resident in the Coban area of  Guatemala, and today as I review my years of dedication among the Mayans, recognize that many of the things I did to help them were patterned after what I observed in the historical movie.

John Clum was played in the movie by short-statured, Audie Murphy, who in spite of being sort of  "pint-sized," came out of World War II as the most decorated soldier of that world-changing war.  He thereafter became an actor, and for me fulfilled another divine mission playing the lead role in....  


Murphy's own story was later told in the movie, To Hell and Back.  

E-mail comment by friend Paul Edmund
"I actually saw the place where Audie Murphy made his claim to fame at the battle of Colmer Pocket while on a cruise on the River Rhine.  It is right next to the German border and used to be in Germany.  He single-handed held off an entire company of German soldiers in protecting his squadron.  He was the highest decorated soldier in history.  He stared in over 45 movies including the one that told of his war efforts, "To Hell and Back."  He died in a plane crash while looking over some real estate he was interested in at age 47." 
Thanks, Paul  for sharing


NOTE:  The GUATEMALAN FOUNDATION was quietly retired, with no fanfare, or thanks from anyone,   after 50 years of service, on August 19, 2017--50 years after the Andersen Family crossed the border into Guatemala to begin on their own what was called  for 3 years the 
Andersen Family Private Peace Corp.

Report by Cordell M. Andersen, "life-long Field Director,"  & at the end, Executive Director

I feel overwhelmingly blessed for having been the servant of my Guatemalan brothers and sisters for 50 YEARS--actually for 61 years since the beginning of my LDS mission in Central America in 1956.  My partner during some of those years was Dr. Carl Jacob who told me of being greatly stimulated in his interest on hearing  LDS Apostle Melvin J. Ballard  telling a group of Spanish speaking missionaries, 
"A call to a Lamanite mission is a life-long call." 

By the end of my mission in 1958, I felt that even though I didn't learn about the statement until I was already back in Guatemala living and working among the rural Mayans in remote  Guatemala. Daily I reflect gratefully on the Lord blessing me as He did, and never cease to pray He will bless me to somehow be worthy of such an incredible blessing and be deserving of my greatest beloved friends being the thousands of brothers and sisters I was able to serve to the best of my ability.  The love was and is profound.  Thanks.

The following FINAL REPORT is: 
 A  historical distilling of 50 years of twists, turns, and complexities-
--sometimes humorous, often inspiring-- 
At times  tragic and controversial when perplexing decisions 
& judgments were made based on "erroneous reports"  and 
"widespread misunderstanding."  
--Yet, in the end, all fascinating stories of human  conflict & triumph --

NOTE:  I have struggled to make a summarized report that accurately portrays the most important aspects of this  50+ yearlong effort. Brief mention has been included of some of the controversial history--but not all, although in La Historia Fotografica de Valparaiso other details are told but in Spanish.  What follows will have to remain for the present.

One day maybe the "the rest of the story" will be told, and needs to be told, as the Bonneville Corporation, even early on at the 10-year point, thought it worth producing their first feature-length dramatic movie as mentioned in item #29. The next 40 years made it much more compelling and historically important--full of human conflict and triumph.  But it could only be understood and honestly retold by rare individuals with "open minds and understanding hearts" capable of comprehending fairly and telling the story with integrity.  I will have to patiently wait for that day to come as I wind my way through my 84th year--June 2019. 
The theme of the QUIXOTIC/AMMON-like ADVENTURE always was:
 "No man is a true believer unless he desires for his brother that which he desires for himself"
See Jacob 2:13- 19, D&C 38:25, & the Parable of Rich Young Ruler, New Testament, Matthew 19:16-22, etc.  -- expanded on towards the end of item #29 

Let me just say that what follows is a testament to the many who encouraged and gave generous support to all that transpired over more than 50 years. 

Likely not much of what I describe here would have happened as it did WITHOUT KEY EARTHLY INDIVIDUALS--THE TWELVE that follow, & CONTINUAL HELP FROM THE LORD. 
Especially was the above critical for one who in one way or another was really a "novice," or as some began calling a"RODEO CLOWN," --How that began is explained for the first time in a Blue Note in item #10. 

So, the attempt was called "CRAZY,"  the LDS Mission President in 1967, David Clark, mystified, saying, 

"I wouldn't ever attempt what you say you came here to do!"   

Yet,  someone once said:  

So, "at the outset,"  honest judgment of the objectives should be put on hold, giving it time to see if it ended up being a "GREAT FOLLEY," or a "GREAT WORK"
plus supporting actors without whom....who knows?
FIRST and foremost, my father, ARIEL A. ANDERSEN & his wife--my mom,  both of whom blessed my life in so many ways, and actually got me started right on our second attempt to leave for Guatemala, when dad humbly accepted my request for a Father's Blessing and was faithful to his blessing, they unitedly giving their all to help until their passing  years later in 1983 and 1986--14 of those years, an--AMMON LIKE MISSION--dad organizing & managing as a non-paid volunteer what today is THE GUATEMALAN FOUNDATION.
Others in the family likewise were generous "supporting actors,"  like ALL OF MY CHILDREN, and my older brother, Marlo, one of the major contributors in the first years, who even persisted right up past the Golden Anniversary, with an extra donation.  
I can't mention everyone as the list is long, but other crucial "supporting actors" were those in the first years, like:  The very first contribution from  WESTON KILLPACK,  and his Highland High School LDS Seminary, a onetime thing but critical to helping us get started. 
All of this, as mentioned in item #6, adding up over the years to having:  
"Saved thousands and helped many tens of thousands receive an education."

SECOND, my friend since the first day of my mission in May 1956.....TOBY PINGREE, who was a big-time helper from even before the Foundation was organized with a $5,000 business loan--turned into a contribution once the Foundation was organized.  Then continuing over more than 50 years right up to the end,  and who in the '80s brought on board others from his family, especially his brother, Dr. GEORGE PINGREE, joined at the hip with Toby, sharing this "Second" spot on the  critical list of THE STRONG;  

After my parent's passing, others from the family took up the baton:  Uncles, cousins,, and of special note--
THIRD, also right up past the end, my 2nd cousin JOSEPH JENSEN who was contacted about our work back before the new century when the Foundation was kind of desperate and I did a Family Promotion using my mom's old address book from 1986. My cousin Nelda, on my father's side of the family,  received that promotion and passed it on to her son, Joseph, that led to him making contact and it evolved into him becoming the greatest contributor in the Foundation's history, without whom the last 17-18 years would have been vastly different, likely only with just small, but still important--Educational & Emergency Aid projects.  NOTE:  He was gratefully another of those who made two other large donations after we had completed our 50 years of serving the Mayan people in August 2017.  One of them recently in March 2018 after the special SCHOOL SUPPLIES promotion.  THANKS, JOE.

FOURTH, a couple who I called "The Most Persistent,"  DOUG CAMPBELL and his wife Rinez, whom since reading about us in the July 1971 ENSIGN have contributed every month, with sometimes large extra donations--Breathtakingly for 46 years--even an extra donation after the GOLDEN ANNIVERSARY in August!   NOTE:  Now in 2018 we can say they've done it for 47 years, as they are among the 5 who have donated in March as a result of the extra promotion among a few to help Federico and me with the 2018 SCHOOL SUPPLIES PROJECT in which we provided 1,560 of the neediest with supplies to get them started right.  THANKS, DOUG &  RINEZ.  

FIFTH, he we call "The Most Incredible,"  HAL POULSEN & wife, NEVA,  whom, at the time of the Great Earthquake of 1976, gave 6 months of their lives with us, leaving their vehicle, trailer and tools, then continued as  contributors, and in the end when Hal was able to retire, after beginning to receive Social Security, worked one extra year as a part-time school bus driver,  and  had all of his salary direct deposited into the Foundation's bank account! 
NOTE:  We have to add a SPECIAL THANKS TO HAL & NEVA, as they also donated again in March 2018 to help us with the SCHOOL SUPPLIES PROJECT.  Gratefully they are those who don't "GIVE UP.....EASILY!"    
Along with them my special daughter MAHANA--who works full-time to support herself and son, Ryan-- also going to school full-time to become a Registered Nurse, after making a large donation in August, also donated again to help her people, becoming the FOURTH DONOR of the five for 2018.  THANKS,  MAHANA, you are one of the great "supporting actors." 

Best give credit also to the FIFTH  DONOR from the special promotion.  It was long-time donor, Alberto Bernard, Maria's older brother.  Thanks, Albert

There are so many more, for whom I'm most grateful as all helped in a great cause.  My cause became your  cause too, and  you deserve almost all the credit;

Others were key "supporting actors"  in crucial ways, like my old fishing buddy, BOB ALLEN & WIFE, LUCETTE, helping right up to the end.

Then, dear ex-missionary companion and life-long friend,.......
SIXTH, C. JESS GROESBECK,  who stuck with us since missionary days in 1957, when we called ourselves "Nicaraguan Elders," seen to the right--who inspired me as in my mind he was "the hardest working LDS missionary of all time."   He continued as a friend for decades, with many years as Chairman of the Board of the Foundation, including when there evolved a lot of controversies. 
Towards the end of his life, he softened on many of the injustices that occurred too many times over many years, advising me, 
"Let bygones be bygones!"  
But he then agreed with me that the revelations on the subject were not so lenient, like, when men attempt to "exercise control or dominion or compulsion upon the souls of the children of men, in any degree of unrighteousness, behold, the heavens withdraw themselves;  the Spirit of the Lord is grieved;  and when it is withdrawn, Amen to the priesthood or the authority of that man." D&C 121:37  
Too many times over all the years  we both agreed that seemingly, "Something is wrong!"  
We especially thought such instances were serious matters when uninspired decisions led to children suffering and dying, and when good men were driven to lose their faith because of being treated cruelly and unjustly by leaders.  This brought to mind the word of the Lord when He said:  
"For it shall come to pass that the inhabitants of Zion shall judge all things pertaining to Zion. -- And liars and hypocrites shall be proved by them, and they who are not apostles and prophets shall be known."  D&C 64:38, 39

Jess and I agreed with those words of the Lord in mind, it might not only be difficult but even dishonest and "unrighteous" to say, "LET BYGONES BE BYGONES!"  However to actually try and do something about it wouldn't be popular, as most choose the more comfortable path of keeping quiet, not getting involved and even hiding injustices--which we agreed wouldn't help in the cause of truth and justice.  

I feel moved to  add here a person  I consider an important "supporting actor" whose statement was unexpected and extremely motivating  by well known, STEVE COVEY, who in 1977, when one of the Vice-Presidents of BYU,  attended a special fireside up Hobblecreek Canyon, and at the end said something like: 
 "I came here expecting to find an Albert Schweitzer, but found someone who just didn't talk theory, principles, and dreams--like the rest of us do, but more like a modern Brigham Young, who actually is doing what he says he believes." 

With that kind of astounding statement it was perplexing that he never became a monetary contributor to an effort he considered unique and something all should be doing!  Yet, the way he characterized the effort all serious people of faith should have readily supported in every way.

who had also been Secretary of Agriculture in the Cabinet of President Dwight Eisenhower, who impressed me, prior to us going to Guatemala at a BYU Devotional,  when he said, "If I were  young again, I'd go south!"  Then once in Guatemala in 1968 when I was working on one of my purposes of going to Guatemala, which was,   Get out on the front lines combating  the threat of communism that was coming close to turning Guatemala into another Cuba,  which effort, among other things, involved me showing a USIS documentary, "Revolution Betrayed," about Cuba, and  created fear in Mission leaders that the Mormon chapel in Coban might be bombed, and I was ordered to desist.  I rather wrote two LDS  General Authorities in Utah, that resulted in two interesting replies:
One, from the highest level,  told me to just read the Church's statement about communism and then shut up!  The other reply was fascinating, from Apostle Ezra Taft Benson, congratulating me for my efforts and basically telling me, "GIVE THEM MORE HELL"--which I continued to do for the next 49 years!
NOTE:  As President of the Church in 1988-89 he failed to recognize what might be called "a big whopper" that all leaders believed and a bad decision made--some calling it "a revelation"--with tragic results in the Santa Cruz Verapaz/Valparaiso area.    
President Benson, and all the General Authorities--including 4 future Presidents, apparently had no way of knowing that what was reported to them was not true and they voted unanimously agreeing to the "big whopper"   and it's consequences. The details have now become a part of this FINAL REPORT. 
Nonetheless, from early on President Benson was still a giant motivator and supporter, especially in the anti-communist aspects of our work in Guatemala.

EIGHTH,   SPENCER W. KIMBALL, who has to be mentioned in this  PREFACE, who--when criticism was mounting from people from our own religious community--with "a spirit of competition & contention, rather than of cooperation,  and gratitude,"  in a 1971 private interview encouraged us to persist and said 
"Don't pay any attention to criticism as such had also happened anciently to Ammon and his companions who were 'laughed to scorn' by their own people."
I know he was referring to criticism from what was called low level "friendly fire,"  but perhaps he also perceived it would come from his companions in Church leadership.  I was prepared for almost anything,  but not that.
One year later he was supportive of a unique effort by the Valparaiso LDS Group and helped win its authorization by the Church Financial Department.  It became a key part of stopping rampant death in the area for 3 years and demonstrated a strategy that in a sense was revolutionary on a worldwide scale--as explained in item #11, that now includes CRUCIAL EVENTS THAT CHANGED THE COURSE OF HISTORY.   But Elder Kimball's encouragement was of key importance in the 50+ years of history reported in this FINAL REPORT that developed into"
 "Saving thousands and helping many tens of thousands receive an education."  
For more details, see item #11(Harold Brown),  #11(8), plus items #14, #15, #16, #17 & #18, etc.

NINTH,  Regional Representative,  HAROLD BROWNfor the LDS Church, who was a true friend and came to us in "the moment of greatest need"  in 1973 and again in 1986. He understood completely some negative things that were happening from a high level, and not only repeated the advice given by Kimball, but was the first to begin calling our effort "Ammon-like."   He encouraged us to persist and gave us encouraging news--about a World-Wide humanitarian organization our efforts were inspiring.  See item #11.
He promised his support, and gave it faithfully, while others who should have known better failed.  
Later when my life became even more controversial--some details of which another leader advised me "to not tell anyone as no one will understand,"  Brown engaged with me in a long and frank conversation and not only was he the rare exception--understanding but promised and actually gave his continual support--including volunteering to be a Trustee for the Foundation and persisted until age-related conditions ended his effective life.  But, for many years he was a lifesaver whose support and encouragement helped make possible achieving our GOLDEN ANNIVERSARY serving the needy in Guatemala!  See items #11, #16 & #29. 

TENTH,  ENRIQUE RITTSCHER, also a one-time  LDS Regional Representative,  the first key Guatemalan of crucial influence and help, and one of the great men of my experience who was a genuinely honest man and a true friend--who helped and encouraged us in many ways.  He understood clearly why in the eyes of some I became controversial--him explaining, "Cordell is a pioneer helping the Mayan peoples, and an outsider free from the control of the  establishment and thereby a threat to some  insecure leaders and bureaucrats  who felt they had to oppose Cordell no matter how right and effective his methods were!"  
Brother Rittscher persisted as a sincere friend, eventually volunteering to co-sign for credit purchases for crucial expansion, becoming my partner in almost introducing KFC into Guatemala--and I can add that when he perceived injustice in any form would boldly speak up and refuse to be silenced.  This eventually made him controversial too--that evolved into what surprised some in the religious community, but not a shock to me as he had confided to me some details of what he was experiencing with superiors in Church leadership. 
Some in our religious community are bothered by the controversy Enrique and I became embroiled in, and automatically conclude something was wrong with him, and/or me, refusing to consider other sources for blame.    Brother Harold Brown, described above, is another of the rare leaders who, on investigating controversies, considered honestly all options and thankfully persisted in giving me and our work support throughout his effective life.    
Brother Rittscher and I both fit into what I believe was said by Aristotle, something like "If you don't want to be criticized, say nothing, do nothing, and be nothing."  Both of us rather focused on DOING, REFUSING TO BE SILENCEDand doing our best TO BE  what we were supposed to be in defending what we believed deeply the Lord felt was right, true and just.

ELEVENTH,  FEDERICO VELIZ PACAY, a dedicated and devout Catholic who became early on my partner in helping his people-- persisting for 42 years & counting.  He is 
 explained with much more detail in item #14, but worthy of mention right here.  SPECIAL NOTE:  After the Foundation was retired at the end of 2017, he persisted on his own responding to the pleas of 5 of the neediest rural schools in his area, took all of the Emergency Fund of $1,103 the Foundation had given him in parting, plus he borrowed  $414 from a sister, and provided 1,560 students with supplies to begin the 2018 School Year.  Since his monthly retirement pay is only $468, he did ask me if he couldn't get  some help--to at least be able to pay off the loan, so I took the balance of $700 in my Emergency Fund, provided by the Foundation as its final expenditure, and sent it to him to "help a little,"  making his personal donation for the project, $817.   
Afterward, the FIVE mentioned above gratefully responded to a special promotion to help us with $1,295 of the $1,517 spent on the supplies. The generosity of the FIVE has now made possible building back up most of Federico's Emergency Fund, as well as mine.  So in the final accounting, we also donated about $100 each. Federico is profoundly grateful for this help, as am I--since my retirement income is only a little more than Federico's.  But, it is clear that Federico's personal dedication to his people is breathtaking!

TWELFTH to complete my list of real heroes, one  who represents the Mayans, MIGUEL MAX, one of my first vocational students, but who didn't last long  as I
needed help quick, and so he also became my "first supervisor,"  my leading companion pursuing cattle rustlers in the mountains, the one who came dashing in from patrol duty interrupting  our evening Family Hour announcing "the guerrillas are here,"  as well as my companion in fighting off invaders and helping put a  bunch in jail.  He also was  the first Maya/Poqomchi to be called as a local missionary for the LDS Church, first from Valparaiso to become the manager of Valparaiso, then elected President of the Valparaiso Cooperative in an effort to help the Indians become owners, and then my counselor in the new Alta/Baja Verapaz LDS District.  At the same time, he was key in the Chulac adventure, and my companion in THE GREAT MACHAQUILA RIVER ADVENTURE in dugout, motorized canoes--another adventure not even told yet, but mentioned in the Note at the end of item #17.  Miguel is seen above with me when meeting him in 2016 after years of separation.  No other words but to say, I'm grateful for him, love him and have him in my prayers always. 

Last, let me mention a key "supporting actor," crucial also in the first years, my friend & brother MIGUEL ANGEL ORTIZ, who came to me in my time of need as an 18-year-old, actually  my first vocational student--at least my first graduate as in one a year he learned from me how to work with poultry, cattle, hogs, how to drive,  do accounting and business management, and at 19 became the Manager during a critical year of development, then returned later to help make a success out of the Victorias Dairy.....
.......and become the first Guatemalan to become the Valparaiso Branch President--only to sadly be damaged in his faith due to terribly mistaken and tragic leadership decisions.   He is still my beloved brother, one of the many Success Stories, now owning his own cattle ranch north of Coban--seen to the right with his wife, Miriam, and son, Oliverio, reported on in 2016 in Foundation reports. 
INTRODUCTION:  The original list  with 23 items, without photographs,  has been added to many times--now at 32  with  more than 200 photographs, along with many tweaks  and additions--and just this week of July 14-20, & also the first week of August, 2019  wrote what could be called   ""The rest of the Story."  
Three of the new items deal with successful efforts to support ourselves--as we were volunteers with no living allowance of any kind--not even a "modest one," from the Foundation or from the LDS Church for doing religiously motivated leadership and altruistic activities. Without these key business ventures, the effort would have only lasted the predicted "six months," rather than 50 years and counting. 
The first two business ventures described are also what the "experts," called our first "failures," which has me still smiling.  It was coming from those who presented us with our greatest challenge over the  50 years., which was:
"A spirit of competition & contention rather than 
            one of cooperation, and gratitude."   
I'm not complaining--as actually opposition & criticism was tremendously motivating.   I'm rather adding a couple of interesting points without which the history is not complete.   I'll let you be the judge of these items.  
Admittedly we were novices--as you've heard me even joke about being called a "Rodeo Clown," as I was not a farmer, much less a cattle or dairyman, nor had a Ph.D. in anything.  
Additionally, in 1966 I made a presentation in an Ex-Missionary Reunion in Salt Lake City proposing something needed to be done to solve the "life & death problems" of those we all claimed to love,  but then told, 
"I didn't have the necessary capital.....nor qualified with sufficient education."  
 So I have admitted openly  it was an "impossible dream....against all odds,"  and so, as I worked relentlessly along with my family, I  began having fun characterizing myself as  a crazy Don Quijote de la Mancha, and later really liked the "rodeo" thing,  as well as  proudly following the example of Ammon of ancient America, "laughed to scorn" by those of his own religious community.
I was not so naive as to imagine that me and family alone would be able to save all the needy Mayans, or as Mormons call them, "LAMANITES."  In my historical writings I state that my original purpose was  to go to work on a small scale as a family, do as much as we could, learn from the experience, then do more, and more--and:
 "Hopefully be a catalyst for action on a big scale by qualified individuals and well-funded institutions."   
We were to experiment with the strategy I felt was revealed divinely to me as an LDS missionary in Coban, known as THE PHILOSOPHY & PRINCIPLES OF THE GOOD LIFE, help as many as we could and by our example lead the way, hoping to awaken others with a movement--that would likely  have us forgotten and never given any credit--yet evolve into large scale, significant efforts, and then we would just fade away quietly, but with a grateful smile watching what we knew our efforts  helped stimulate and hope and pray it could be done effectively (see item #11).
It was good and critical for me to recognize the deficiencies and weaknesses, just as I had done as a very small-statured child and youth--bullied by almost everyone, yet determined to do something about it, so strengthened myself to not take any guff from anyone.  You'll notice by reading on that this, as respectfully as possible, included biting my lip with important leaders who perplexingly became part of the "friendly fire" with whom I soon learned wouldn't accept the opinion of this lowly servant, no matter how successful my methods had been, and so I then persisted in following the inspiration received within the jurisdiction of my responsibility.  
But from 1966 on, in this case, I believe those of my religious community failed to understand the power of being spiritually born of God and transformed with a quite well understood divine  mission and absolute confidence—with, metaphorically :
“The back  capable of being strengthened to carry whatever load was required."
So, in the learning process we struggled, stumbled at times and had our failures--but not the ones being gossiped about.  But,  with everything we learned--recognizing our weaknesses, and with the help of the Lord--plowed forward doing our best--as our survival, and that of many Indians depended on us being quick learners--So I lit  the candles (or Coleman lantern) at night and studied  to keep one page ahead of my vocational students, and employees, then literally, put on my boots and worked with them, often taking the lead with disgusting and even dangerous tasks....then they would follow.

Actually working and dirtying my hands had me breaking the Ladino tradition, and that of well=heeled, and finely dressed gringos,  and earned the scorn of many--except for a few honest people in my business dealings who came to trust me so totally that it was almost scary, and because of it, the way continually opened up for even more amazing developments.  So, I will add two new sections relating briefly the acquisition of the Valparaiso Plantation, and then the case when we got involved with the dairy business and last of all, towards the end of this report, important details about my personal and family life.   Now: 
We'll begin with the item  being gossiped about as our

Chicaman, San Miguel Uspantan, Cunen, Sacapulas, Aguacatan and Nebaj, showing educational and good quality commercial movies to 50,000 people, with my camper also being  A MOBIL MEDICAL CLINIC & LIBRARY, as there were no effective medical services in most of an area of 200,000 people, and not one library until 1983 when we cooperated with AYUDA to construct and inaugurate one in Cunen.  This experience began adding to my Army training as a Medical Specialist and preparing me to perform for many years thousands of medical treatments every year.  This literally was a PRIVATE PEACE CORP  of great success.

On the right, you see me in Chicaman unloading the frame for our 9' x 12' movie screen and getting ready our theater--which was an old abandoned Catholic Church.

Above is a  picture of Cine Chapinlandia--in Sacapulas, with a view of the spectators in the outdoor patio of the Catholic Convent which was our theater and where we spent the night with the priests and nuns.  A most memorable experience was had with a surprisingly  young and beautiful "Mother Superior," who one night surprised me in my camper  reading the BIBLE
  which stimulated a great conversation. 
NOTE:  The Traveling Movie--Cine Chapinlandia.  Yes, it finally had to end as the initial .10 and .15 cents charge was too much for most of the poor villages, so we reduced it to .05 and .10, concerned more for getting a large audience and serving the people, than profit.  However,  the need of supplying every town with benches--made during the off-week, and the rough roads that always required pickup repairs, and also in between it all, a quick trip to Guatemala City  (and back then it was an 8-10 hour journey,--one way,  fording quite a few streams, etc.) to get from the USIS, Canadian, Japanese, & Israeli Embassies more educational movies, and another commercial one--all of which  caused economically a loss. 
But, it was so enlightening for so many people, and provided me with invaluable experience in so many ways--that I became convinced that if I was ever like, say--a mission president, or supervising the Peace Corp, I would have teams of missionaries, or volunteers, doing precisely that in isolated areas with the goal of bringing enlightenment to every town in my area, all in harmony with my "agricultural approach to helping a needy people" --  cultivating friends all over the country, helping people in whatever way they  needed and were ready for,  and preparing entire areas for even greater things.  
But,  our initial capital of $4,273 was disappearing--but the traveling movie $500 loss over  6 months was covered by the first donation from Salt Lake City's Highland High School LDS Seminary, directed by my old friend, Weston Killpack.  But, to support the family, I needed quickly to find a piece of land, have a vegetable/fruit garden, and get a business started that would support us.

OF GREAT IMPORTANCE:  The spirit of Cine Chapinlandia lived on for all our years in Guatemala, showing many movies, in many places, to instruct, entertain, and eventually we produced our own educational videos  to  awaken, inspire  and enhance the lives of all, as explained in item #25 describing the showing of the movie, THE COMMANDMENTS to 10,000 people all around the country. This was done in schools, chapels of many churches, hospitals, jails, groups of Alcoholics Anonymous, etc. In the beginning, this included movies educating the public about the menace of communism--which was one of my purposes, as mentioned in the Preface referring to Ezra Taft Benson as one of THE TWELVE STRONG.

"2nd FAILURE." 
 Note: Somewhere in the History Summaries I talk about and quote a friend who visited us and told us about all the "failure" gossip. 

My search for some land for a garden and an agro-business to support us, abruptly ended on December 5th when just such an opportunity presented itself by a "Captain Penny"  from Florida who had just  bought a 50 acre farm in San Juan Chamelco, 30 minutes south of Coban,  and had a few laying hens ready to produce, but then due to an emergency had to return to the U.S.  His hobby was orchids  that he determined its worldwide capital being  Alta Verapaz and had purchased a property in his  Shangrila.

We took over, and quickly learned about poultry,  doubling the production, only to learn no one in Coban wanted our white eggs--famous then for very pale yolks.  I made an emergency trip to the city and with poultry suppliers, I had already come to know, found a solution--mixing an additive to the feed and producing dark orange yolks and tasty eggs.  After breaking our eggs open in front of potential customers, contracts were made for all our eggs. 

A bonus from the family business in Provo, Utah, Andersen Sampler's & Consulting Service, due to work I had done prior to leaving for Guatemala, made possible more than doubling again the production with 1,000 chicks, and creating what was called the "First Poultry Farm in Northern Guatemala,"

Other circumstances had us being the only producer of eggs in the area, with people lining up in front of our house in Coban waiting for me to come with the eggs, and in 30 minutes we were sold out every day.  
Note:  As a "Rodeo Clown"  and also a sort of nutty Don Quijote kind of guy, I was soon known--humorously to me as--the "poultry expert" in a vast area of Guatemala, with my only previous experience being--here comes a confession,  when moving to Utah in 1952,   with my new teenage  buddies from the Oakhills II Ward, stole a chicken one dark night, took it to my girl friend's house  (Janet Beck) where she cooked it for us--it was awful!   NOTE: By the way, after becoming a convert I repented of having done that!
But, by then we had the good fortune of acquiring the Valparaiso Plantation and I became too divided.  Everything we were doing at the farm we could do at Valparaiso even more efficiently, so sold the poultry farm for the same amount spent on it, with the profit being:  
1.)  Effectively supporting us for 10 months;  
2)  Giving us an incredible education in all aspects of agriculture in Guatemala; 
3). Becoming acquainted intimately with the people of Coban and the quirks of marketing in rural Guatemala; as well as  
4)  knowing the important suppliers in Guatemala City; 
5.) Financing our beginning at Valparaiso; 
6.) Plus 9 pregnant cows and a bull we drove overland following mountain trails to Valparaiso, which soon were 19 head, and less than a year later, with a loan from my long-time friend and brother, Toby Pingree, the herd grew to 69 and soon to 100,  and then, as a cattleman,  I failed as a "Rodeo Clown," not being able to save several employees put in the hospital by our mean Jersey  bull--which we soon sold  for slaughter, replacing him, with Toby's help, with a much better, and gentler Brown Swiss bull. 
NOTE FOR LDS PEOPLE:  Out of the supposed "failure" with the poultry farm, was also harvested, so to speak, a dedicated alcoholic, Manuel Ajanel--seen below with his wife Julia in their home,  who continued with us to Valparaiso where he was nearly killed in a tragic propane gas explosion, badly burned and disfigured. 
Years later, Manuel, after a time as LDS District President, became the Patriarch of the Coban LDS Stake as seen below.

Wow, with all kinds of guidance and blessings from the Lord, what an incredible "failure!"
But, forgive me, you can make the decision for yourself.

THE POULTRY PROJECT, moved to Valparaiso, and soon we noticed boxes of laying breed chicks coming into the area on buses--people following our lead, so by the time the market was flooded with eggs, we had switched our main emphasis to raising  broiler chickens, which project employed for many years, young men, as well as women, who did the dressing and preparing for sale at our store in Coban in bags we designed you see below.

of helping needy Indians, all based on the 
Philosophy & Principles of the Good Life.
This method was said by many--years later,  such as  Mormon missionaries, as the most effective way to help the needy.  It worked at Valparaiso, at Chulac, Senahu Sacsuha and the Polochic area, and other places around the country as explained further along. Many explanations of the details are found in this report, and in  Historical Documents,  Photo/EssaysYouTube videos, etc.  Below is shown the evolution of our efforts to teach the Philosophy & Principles to help Indians. 

But first we had to find the right place  for all  of this to develop and that place happened to be a place where the Indians were recognized  among the most backward, with problems of alcoholism, laziness, and dishonesty--a people who were the biggest challenge--so that if it worked there, honest people would recognize the miraculous potential of the strategy almost anywhere.  That place was the VALPARAISO PLANTATION,  in Santa Cruz Verapaz, A.V. miraculously acquired on February 2, 1968!
We had spent every penny of the $4,273 we had saved to make the move to Guatemala, along with a similar amount given me as a bonus for extra work done in Andersen Samplers  prior to leaving Provo, Utah--in the acquisition of the poultry farm and doubling and quadrupling egg production.  Then in late December 1967 or early January 1968 I was visited by a couple of Garcia sisters from Santa Cruz.
They, along with their mother, were the owners of the Valparaiso Plantation and wanted to sell me their property.  They had been asking $85,000, but by the time they got to me had come down to $35,000.
I visited the plantation, had visions of how I could develop it--along the lines of a dream I had as a missionary in 1958 seeing myself establishing a rural community that was creating a blossoming among the people.
The only production was from sugar cane fields and a crude sugar refinery.......

..........the crusher moved by a 16 foot in diameter water wheel, but I envisioned the plantation's great potential, with its 39 resident Indian families with  240  Poqomchi Indians--recognized as the most backward in the country--just what I wanted to test my ideas. 
I offered them $20,000 and they came down to $30,000. I persisted with $20,000 and they lowered the price to $25,000. I didn't budge and they finally accepted $20,000, when I reminded them it wouldn't be a cash purchase, rather $5,000 down, 2 years running with no payment, then $200/month until paid off--all with no interest on the unpaid balances.  They accepted! It seemed as though they were obsessed with us becoming the owners for whatever reasons.
The purchase would be made on February 2, 1968.  My father was prospering in the Sampler business selling the two year supply of samplers I feverishly produced working an average of 19 hours/day six days a week for four months before leaving for Guatemala, and Dad promised to send me another bonus of $6,000. 
In the meantime, I was struggling for our permanent residency to be accepted as there were complications to be dealt with, one being I had to show I had more than $10,000 in a Guatemalan Bank--and we only had sales from eggs, a big chunk of which was spent to cover expenses each month.  So the purchase of Valparaiso had to produce a title clear of any mortgage, which would be taken care of in a separate document, implicating double lawyer fees. So we held off paying January expenses, accumulating sales from eggs, and waited for the bonus to arrive.   After it arrived,  before making the purchase, I got a letter from the Bank showing I had $7,000+ in my account, and then immediately spent it all paying my expenses for January, then made the purchase leaving nearly nothing in the account, and with a copy of Valparaiso’s deed showing a worth of $20,000, plus that of Granja La Cabana worth $5,000, I sort of showed I owned properties worth $25,000, plus $7,000 cash in the bank, and Migration couldn’t turn us down.
For the first time in my life I was in debt, but it was for the most just of causes, and we went to work—from February to September racing back and forth between the poultry farm which supported us, 30 minutes south of Coban on a dirt road near San Juan Chamelco—and Valparaiso 60 minutes southwest in Santa Cruz Verapaz on another rough road, with Coban in the middle with our simple egg store, and the struggle was on with a literal infinity of problems and things to learn—FAST! 

 Below, each picture worth at least 10,000 words of history,  we see the evolution of the critical educational process to teach 
The Philosophy & Principles of the Good Life
The above photos end with two in 1980 showing our participation in the annual DEPARTMENTAL PARADE in Coban.  The children from our elementary school led--not marching in unison which we never were able to teach effectively--so they just walked together as a group singing songs as they went, followed by our soccer team--THE LAMANITE YOUTH that one month later won the Regional Championship winning all 9 games scoring 38 goals to 3 (see item #21);  Then came our float, followed by a large group of adult women from the literacy class.
The country's President Lucas awarded us FIRST PLACE--a shocker from those who had been considered the most backward in the country!  Something good was happening!

To the right is seen an aerial photograph of the central portion of the Valparaiso Plantation a few years after acquiring it--by which time we had created a lake, cleared and mowed an area to the west of the Central House--which revealed a hillside covered with mounds of an ancient city.  

Eventually, it was determined that Valparaiso had been  an 

Ancient Fortified City.  
Later, as the Central House was reconstructed 
The MUSEUM of the HOLY MAN was established as seen in item #30.

Twenty-six years were spent at Valparaiso--and if it hadn't have been for unjust opposition, we'd likely still be there-- as it became the heart and soul of our work in Guatemala, supporting us all those years,  and becoming The Center for Indian Development, as seen in item #7, from which projects would reach out all over the country, all based on the Philosophy & Principles of the GOOD LIFE, as explained below:

CRUCIAL NOTE:  This "Method" crucial in all of our work for the Foundation's 50 year history is outline simply below
 THE PHILOSOPHY: The present Indians are descendants of a progressive  and great people, some called "The Greeks of the New World,"   but who fell into a period of darkness,  yet have a prophetic destiny in the last days of,  "coming out of darkness into the light & blossoming."   But to do so they have to come to understand and apply 
THE PRINCIPLES:  Which are simply: 
7. SHARE WITH OTHERS the GOOD LIFE being achieved. 

For those Indians receptive religiously, the philosophy also included what their sacred book, THE POPUL VUH, states as having anciently had the original Sacred Book that was lost, but for complete application of the Method, they needed it (the BOOK OF MORMON) to be restored to guide them, which included 

In the first nearly year and a half of being owners of the 600 acre Valparaiso Plantation, with 239 resident Poqomchi speaking Indians living in 39 families,  I was killing myself with intense activity trying to help what seemed like a people who were perfectly happy with half of their children dying, as well as adults dying of tuberculosis and other terrible diseases--which was all normal for them. 
A huge part of the intensive activity to gain their confidence, helping them where they needed and wanted it, is shown below, which was accepting their teenage boys as Vocational students--in classes half of each day, and paying them half wages along with giving each useful items they needed, like:  A machete, hoe, rubber boots, a pocket knife, pants, shirt, etc. We called this "LEARNING WITH A SHOVEL...or a chain saw, a garden cultivator, tractor, chickens, hogs, cattle,  the carpentry shop, a fishnet, the office & business accounting/management, and more,"  as shown below:  Each getting half a day of experience in each project  for a month on a rotation basis--and ending knowledgeable at the end of a year  in each. 
In addition on weekends, I was introducing all to the modern world showing a Sunday evening movie (for many their 1st). And, hiking the slippery trails visiting homes to find and treat the sick, but frustrated because most of them would hide their sick and dying babies from me.  In spite of incredible efforts, they didn't trust me as their centuries of experience with what they called "ladinos" (tricky, shrewd European types)  had always exploited them in one way or another. 
Then, in July 1969 I acquired several gallons of internal parasite medicine and invited all to come one Sunday afternoon.  160 came (about half of the residents) and we were busy giving the medication when Chavela arrived with her two little girls, Marta and Macaria--who somehow we came to call Elvira.  Elvira was a baby in Chavela's arms and we gave her a tiny dose, but all of a sudden she reacted violently, vomiting.  We got her normalized, so we thought.

After the treatment, we invited those interested to see a movie--the first religious movie shown which was "Man's Search For Happiness," with about 60 who filed into the warehouse to see it.  Alfredo Rodas, my manager, translated it into Poqomchi and it seemed like the message was understood and well received. 

After the movie, I rewound the film and then noticed a group of women surrounding Chavela who had Elvira on her lap but completely covered with her shawl.  All were crying as Elvira had died.

I quickly kneeled before Chavela, uncovered Elvira and sought for a sign of life.  Her tiny body was cold, with no pulse, or signs of breathing.  I picked her up and stood telling all we were going to pray. Generally, my prayers are simple and short, but this time in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ it went on and on as though it was a Patriarchal blessing, promising her life, and good things for her future. Then I finished, opened my eyes to look at Elvira who was softly snoring and there was warmth in her body.

There was a hushed silence of reverence among all.  Chavela, without saying a word, gathered her baby in her arms and they drifted off into the night. Not a word was said as all exited the warehouse and headed to their homes.  I was so weak I couldn't walk to the Central House without help.  Apparently, strength was drained from my body and transferred to Elvira giving her life.  

The next day the news spread like wildfire all over the Valley, and to the neighboring villages:  
"In Valparaiso, there is a new Medicine Man with strange powers.  Something is happening that should be trusted!" 

That was a new beginning.  The Indians stopped hiding their sick babies and children from me, even asking for treatments, the right  is seen the well-used photo of Julie helping me try and save Alfonso and Lic's mother.  From those beginning years we went on to perform thousands of medical treatments every year of every type imaginable.
NOW, BACK TO VALPARAISO IN THE EARLY YEARS:  Soon classes started teaching them how to avoid sickness and death, and after we discovered effective methods of teaching CLEANLINESS & NUTRITION, explained next--along with an additional handful of events, and initiatives--of most importance organizing the Indian vocational students to save their own people by a weekly  visit to every home and then advise me of those needing treatment before they became lost causes, and:    
NOTE: This was basically a program of ministering--commanded by the Lord in 1830 to "watch over the Church,"  but in our case "watch over all our brothers & sisters--none of whom were LDS," with a weekly visit to every home--initially by our youthful Vocational Students--most of who became spiritual converts,  and who then took doubly seriously the  charge to "watch over" the families assigned, and then report situations of need so that adequate measures could be taken to save lives. In the LDS Church for years, it was called "Home Teaching," or "Home Visiting," which usually was never managed properly and not taken seriously--except for a few cases, like at Valparaiso--where we took seriously what we felt the Lord had commanded over 180 years ago.  See: Doctrines & Covenants 20:42, 51-53

EPILOGUE:  Interestingly in recent years the LDS Church has claimed a "new revelation" concerning the same activity, but calling it "ministering,"  which is what it always was from the initial revelation, but apparently not taken seriously by most believers. However we did, and it was a cornerstone of the effort that produced 3 years with no death at Valparaiso.
An important part of what developed was at the old "haunted" Central House we Andersen's moved into, along with a few key helpers.  Soon urgent life and death crisis had it filling up with what was called the "Central House Family," -- but by negative visitors called, "The mob," made up of needy and abandoned mothers and their children, orphaned and needy children with alcoholic Andersen's treating all of them literally as our family. 

 Above we see the first portrait of the Central House Family.

 This, along with the miracle of Elvira, had the Indians all over the area begin to trust us for the first time, yet strangely motivating gringos, living in Guatemala City and in the U.S., to begin criticizing our efforts. 

Rumors soon were being passed around that we didn't love our children because of exposing them to "exotic tropical, incurable diseases" because of eating, playing and sleeping with Indians.
 My explanation of it rather being an effort of Christ-like love  fell on deaf ears.

Soon vocational students and volunteers made necessary enlarging the dining room and eating in at least two shifts.
At times sick and dying, needing intensive care, swelled the Family to 50 and at times, more.  

Below, more than 50 years later we are back visiting the Valparaiso Community.
Here we are 48 years after the Miracle of Elvira having lunch in Elvira's home in the Valparaiso Community--she is seen to the right, her daughter serving us while several grandchildren are to our left playing.  If I recall correctly she also had a son at that time on an LDS mission.  In the picture to the left is my partner & traveling companion, archaeologist, Garth Norman, then Federico Veliz, and my daughter, Aura.

The critical need of CLEANLINESS, a lack of which, like--not one outhouse among the 39 original families at Valparaiso--contributing to homes and homesites being "incubators of disease and death,"  with 40% of the children born to the 39 families dead already for an average of 8 children dying a year.  We found more sick and dying in every home.

NOTE:  The "haunted" Central House did have a 6 holer -- all together like a "community-friendly outhouse" with the stuff dropping down into an underground canal from the sugar refinery that washed it  into the creek that went behind the house, and meandered  its way all  through the valley--where some families got their water, and then into the Cahabon River continuing on to Coban and eventually to the Polochic Valley--So, for years VALPARAISO DID SHARE WITH THOUSANDS!   The first thing I did was to close it down--that perplexed many as it was known as quite a unique system--except for all those downstream!    We dug a hole below the Central House for the first outhouse in the valley.  The "2nd" I dug myself for Miguelito and his family when I tried to care for them on their own home-site--story told later.

But, teaching the Indians they needed an outhouse on each homesite didn't make sense to them, as that would put an end to the lush, green corn and other plantings around their homes abundantly fertilized by human waste!  

As I started to treat the sick, I became frustrated as they would often relapse--with no end in sight--THEIR ENVIRONMENT & HABITS HAD TO CHANGE.  I began the attempt to teach preventive medicine beginning with the invisible world of microbes that brought laughter from the Indians. They needed to learn that sickness came from the invisible microbial contamination from their own waste--microbes they refused to believe in because they couldn't see them.   We had to show them the invisible monsters, so began using Petri dishes to grow microbes from dirty hands, contaminated water, dust, a cough, a captured fly walking on the nutrient agar, etc. Then show them the colonies that grew that had a foul odor, then let them see them using a microscope--conclusion being that said "invisible monsters" created nasty odors, rot,  sickness, and death.  The outcome was nothing short of miraculous.   

The Petri dishes showing colonies of microbes are along the front of the table.
Obviously, my father, a bacteriologist, helped us design this method 
and sent/or brought to us the equipment we needed.

NOTE:  We began a program of constructing floors & box/seats for any who would dig their own hole.  Soon after showing them the "invisible world of microbes"  I was advised of the first hole dug--by Felipe Laj, which tiny news for me WAS GIGANTIC! 
 By the end of 1970 100% of the 39 families had outhouses, and death stopped for the next 3 years.  
Eight years later, Felipe Laj, one of the original "colonos,"  seen to the right with his wife, son Esteban & a granddaughter,  was named by me as Supervisor of the Victorious Dairy--that had him shocked,  he reminding me he didn't even hardly know how to read and write.  But he had my trust and I assured him I would teach him all he had to know, and all he had to do was--continue to be special and do as taught, which he faithfully did in that key position until the END.

Teaching NUTRITION,  and that "we are what we eat,"  we did nutrition experiments with broiler chicks, using 4 pairs, each fed different diets: 
One, WHITE GROUND  CORN--that nutritionists say "is not capable of sustaining and supporting human life" (representing the typical Indian diet);  
Two, YELLOW GROUND CORN  (that is high in Vitamin A); 
Three, COMMERCIAL BROILER FEED--representing a balanced diet; 

Four, A PAIR TAKEN HOME BY A FAMILY  and turned loose with their poultry.
WHITE CORN CHICKENS small, little weight gain--4 oz,  sickly, anemic in appearance-- sometimes dead,  and an economic loss.  
YELLOW CORN CHICKENS, twice the weight gain--8 oz. of white corn chickens, small still but healthy in appearance, an economic small profit.  
BALANCED DIEThuge--4 lbs. 8 oz. of weight gain, healthy, huge profit.  
HOME CHICKENS, weight loss or dead. 
It was easy to translate the results to the need of humans eating a balanced diet.  We then taught them inexpensive ways of doing that which, along with greater cleanliness,  contributed to no death for 3 years Death only began happening again due to bureaucratic interference in our group working together to solve the life and death problems.
These methods were used in many schools, repeated every year or so, reaching thousands of people and influencing many to apply these principles in their family lives, the end result being saving literally thousands.

6.  Evolving from our family efforts my father and a handful of friends organized in 1970 the Foundation for Indian Development, now the GUATEMALAN FOUNDATION, to help us in the altruistic aspects of our life in Guatemala.  That had not been part of my original plan which was to just as a family work to support ourselves, employing and training as many Indians as we could, and out of our profits and in our spare time apply the saving principles of the Good Life.  
The Foundation and all its many donors over the years have made possible much more than I and family could have likely done on our own--although to this point, everything described so far was done by us as a family, and then with the help of my Indian students.  But, the Foundation was crucial, to say the least, and we are deeply grateful to all our partners who donated over the years to help make possible this effort.  It is the greatest blessing of my life to have been the volunteer non-paid Field Director, and trustee for all these years, working to support myself and family, rather than receiving some kind of living allowance or wage as is common today in most churches and non-profit organizations.  

 My father, Dr. Ariel A. Andersen, founder of the Foundation, earned authorization by the IRS as a non-profit organization in mid-1970.  For most of our history, he was the main contributor, having sold the family business, ANDERSEN SAMPLERS & CONSULTING SERVICE, and then spent the last 14 years of his life as a non-paid volunteer managing the Foundation.  
He is the most virtuous  & generous person I have ever known, who helped make the Foundation's history a great success,  having.....
  "Saved thousands and helped many tens of thousands receive an education." 

7. Coming out of the application of the GOOD LIFE METHOD, the Valparaiso Plantation came to be known as: 
 which was suggested in 1972 as the best way to help the Indians by the most outstanding student & first full-time Indian missionary for the LDS Church, DANIEL CHOC from Patzicia. By 1979 government sociologists who studied the Valparaiso community  in an INDE (Institute for National Electrification Institute) report, called it: 

Indians were effectively working as volunteers saving their own people.
Above is seen our sign at the junction of the highway from Guatemala City to Coban, that became known--and is still known as, "The Crossroad of the CID"  -- "El Cruce del CID" 
NOTE:  If you look carefully to the left through the uprights of the thatched hut, you can see one of the many mounds and ruins of what archaeologists have determined  Valparaiso as being an  Ancient Fortified City  mentioned in the Indians original Sacred Book

8. CID VOCATIONAL STUDENTS became the first full-time Indian LDS missionaries for three important Indian language groups:  From the Cakchiqueles in 1971  the first  local missionaries, Daniel Choc & Gonzalo Cujcuj, then the first full-time missionary--Daniel Choc, in late 1975; From the Poqomchies  the first local missionaries in 1971, Miguel Max & Carlos Valdez, then the first--short term/full-time in 1977, Pablo Cal Caal & Cristanto Chiquin;  The first full time  Q'eqchi'   missionary in 1978, Felix Rosales,  and from Chulac, the first  district missionaries, Rafael Maas & Jorge Choc, and first full-time missionary, Arturo Coc . Chulac is explained further along as the fastest growing Indian  LDS unit in history.
          Daniel Choc   Crisanto Chiquin & Pablo Cal   Felix Rosales        Arturo Coc
1st full-time Cakchiquel  1st full-time short term Poqomchi  1st full-time Q'eqchi'   1st from Chulac
 Q'eqchi', Poqomchi,  & Cakchiquel,  

The actual first missionary from Coban and the Q'eqchi'  language was Sister Carlota de Yalibat, who you'll notice from my "Checkered" autobiography was a key influence in my life from my time as a missionary in 1958.  On being transferred elsewhere, I told her that she would one day become a missionary, and introduced her to Elvira and family who she should teach first.  
That did happen when she was called a few years later as a "local missionary" and did the first preaching in  Q'eqchi'.  On doing so her lesson was surprisingly well-received, and Sister Yalibat asked what Elvira thought about it.  She replied,
"The time Elder Andersen and his companion prayed for me when I was sick, the Lord appeared to me and told me that the time would come when I would be taught  what he was preaching and that I should believe because it is true."

Mentioned above, are the first native "local missionaries" called in Alta Verapaz from the Poqomchi language group, at Valparaiso in 1971, when Miguel Max was called, along with Carlos  Yat Valdez, and became companions to two Cakchiquel vocational students from Patzicia, Gonzalo Cujcuj, and Daniel Choc.  We see them below, Miguel on the left, in the middle-- Gonzalo & Daniel, then Carlos on the right.    
Especially successful as missionaries were Carlos and Daniel, I recall with 26 baptisms.  Miguel went on to become the first resident of Valparaiso to become a Supervisor, then Manager, soon after the  President of the Valparaiso Cooperative, and in 1976 became my counselor in the District Presidency--and I must add that Miguel Max is remembered by me as one of the four most outstanding Guatemalans of my 61 years experience in the country as well as one of THE TWELVE--with more details in the PREFACE.   Carlos, in 1976 when the Valparaiso Branch was organized (for the 3rd time!) became the President, and from 1981 until Valparaiso was sold in late 1993, was the Manager of the plantation. 

As mentioned above, Daniel Choc went on to become the first full-time Lamanite LDS missionary in Guatemala.  
To help make that possible we aided the Choc family in Patzicia establish a broiler chicken business, seen to the right, supervised by Daniel's brother, Serapio, who we also had at Valparaiso, along with his wife, Victoria,  as a Vocational student--training him to be able to manage that project.  However,  in 1976 Daniel lost his life in the aftermath of the Great Earthquake.  

Gonzalo, the other Vocational student from Patzicia, called in 1971 as a local missionary,  would eventually become for a time a full-time employee, and married Florencia Rivas, Supervisor for many years of the Central House.  They live today in Patzicia.

Carl, with Juan Carlos on his shoulders teaching the growing of strawberries with the cooperative we helped established in the Las Mercedes hamlet of the Saquiya Village, Patzun.  See mid-#15
Later on one of our first vacations in the U.S. after 7 years of arduous work, I mentioned in a presentation I made in the auditorium of the LDS Church Office Building, that Carl was "one of the most Christ-like men I had ever known!"   He also became a key "supporting actor" in the drama, who is mentioned further along in item #20, The Adoption Scandal.  

10.   THE "LAS VICTORIAS DAIRY"  THE LARGEST IN NORTHERN GUATEMALA--but had gone bankrupt--We acquired it in another sweetheart deal on February 2, 1972, confident that we could turn it around:
Let me quote the pertinent portion of the email notice mentioning it sent on January 6, 2018
You might have noticed in the first draft of the  list of Accomplishments & Experiences, none of my personal, agro-business activities that laughably a couple of supposed "experts"  said were "failures," but which were really some of the greatest adventures of my life that supported us and made possible serving as a volunteer the Mayan Indians, with your generous help and encouragement. 
Let me just end...PLEASE FORGIVE bragging about just one--that sort of represents what  all of my Lamanite vocational student/graduates, & children, converted into incredible workers, managers, supervisors & working companions all accomplished, represented below with two pictures resulting from us taking over a bankrupt dairy with 3.5 liters/cow/day production--a disaster, which 21 years later was 16.5 liters/cow/day production!  One cow, Suzana, producing a record 12 gallons (48 quarts or liters) of milk in one day..........

This is SUSANA, the champion producer of 12 gallons of milk in one day--in 3 milkings. 
She was a huge cow,  Holstein/Brown swiss, that for me --to check her for pregnancy or inseminate, I had to stand on a high stool!  
Her milk wasn't the same quality as that of Jersey cows--our joke being that with Holstein milk you could throw a quarter in a bucket of it and see the quarter on the bottom, while with Jersey milk the quarter could be seen too,  but floating on the surface of the rich creamy milk.  From our Jersey milk, we could take off half the cream and sell it for our profit, with our milk still being the richest in the area. 

Two of our cows, and a heifer all defeated in a Livestock Show the Central American Grand Champion of the Jersey breed.  Here they are with three of my incredible children: Julie with MAJA, the new Grand Champion;  Dave with MILADY; and Rich with WALESKA--a heifer. They all defeated the Central American champion.

I got into the cattle business with a bull and 9 cows part of the poultry farm.  On selling the farm we drove them overland following the mountain trails to Valparaiso.  Soon they were 9 cows and 9 calves and I was learning a whole new aspect of life in Guatemala.  I was quickly learning that sugar cane and producing crude sugar wasn't a good business capable of paying workers fairly, while recognizing that most of Valparaiso's potential was in creating pastures and building our herd.  A $5,000 loan from my friend and brother, Toby Pingree, had us soon with 49 new cows, and a better Brown Swiss bull.  A year later we had 100 head and I was learning a lot about the cattle business.  As we phased out the sugar cane, we created pastures with improved grasses--interestingly of African origin. For several years I was able to continue employing the 39 original resident Indians called "colonos,"  by clearing land and paying the bill selling firewood. 
My workers would load my Ford pickup/camper with firewood, and I would go alone to Coban plying the streets and selling usually to well-off residents called in Guatemala "Ladinos."  
As I alone would begin unloading and carrying the wood into the homes, the Ladino customers would be shocked, saying "we don't do that kind of work. Let me have my Indian boy do that while you come in and  have a cup of coffee with me."  I thanked them for the offer, but explained I needed the exercise and became infamous among the Ladinos, but secretly there was one or two noticing who admired me.  Then I would go to get 100 lb. bags of feed or fertilizer, and also insisted on working with the Indian boys loading my pickup.  The secret admirers took notice, and were amazed at how I treated the Indian boys as equals and friends. I guess I'll have to confess being "a simple man" as I always felt more comfortable with simple, humble people.  
As we cleared land at Valparaiso, we would burn off the debris, and then plant corn--whole mountains of it, and soon planted the improved African grasses between the rows, so that after the harvest, the whole mountain was green with grass for our growing herd.
At that time a fellow by the name of Ellsworth from Arizona, who had been a cattleman, came by with his wife to visit having learned about us in LDS Church publications.  They were on their way to Honduras to go into the cattle business. Ten days after they left, he was back as they were scared out of Honduras with what looked like a civil war. He had sent his wife home on an airplane.   He hung around for 10 days and kept hinting he could be my partner, saying, within a year you'll have too much grass and will need more cattle.  There were reasons I ignored him and soon he left.
That same day the area veterinarian dropped by saying the large Las Victorias Dairy,  that for 30 years had dominated the market in Coban, was going bankrupt and the owner had to unload it fast.  Valparaiso was the only plantation in the area capable of absorbing quickly a dairy.  I went to Coban and met Oliverio Guerrero, who for years had managed the dairy, but two years before had become the owner, but with a large bank debt.  He had failed to make payments the year before--not even the interest.  In two months he would lose it, plus another property that had been his collateral.  He wanted $55,000. I made it clear with his low production--only 3.5 liters per cow daily, the value was far below what he was asking
For two months I was at the dairy every day observing and helping in every aspect of the business, and in that process not only learned how to do as they were doing, but was making a list of what was wrong, his mistakes and the problems which I studied carefully to see if they were solvable.  
His first mistake was having all his 11 children in private schools and paying that bill first, with nothing left over to pay the bank.  Second, his low production in part was because of having many cows in continual production for 2-3 years and more, persistently failing to get them pregnant again and have a renewed and  increased  year of production--so he had a fertility problem, including a herd of 70 dry cows he said were pregnant, but I personally checked them--having learned how with our growing herd,  and they weren't with calf in spite of continual artificial inseminations, then services by the bull. 
Additionally among the production cows--around 50, he continually had in treatment for acute mastitis 4-5 and I suspected that almost all of the herd had what I had read about, but which don Oliverio didn't even know about--sub-clinical mastitis.  So they were all semi-sick, and with a stabling system they used there was continual cross-contamination. 
He also had a problem with distribution which was all door-to-door delivery early every morning, using handcarts full of glass bottled milk, the delivery boy knocking on each door at 4:00 to 6:00 AM, the maid coming with a pot into which a quart or two of milk would be poured.  Each delivery boy would jot down in a notebook the deliveries of said credit sales.  The supervisor of deliveries also had the task of collecting in the first days of every month, with a problem that had Don Oliverio with a fist-full of unpaid accounts amounting to around $8,000 (today in 2019 it would be more than $80,000!). The delivery boys then had to wash and disinfect the bottles, always breaking a few--another problem.
I knew enough by then to be confident that the problems could be solved, and so made him an offer.  He needed $5,000 to pay indemnization to all his workers. I would owe him $8,000, and the bank $35,000.  The key was the bank accepting me in place of him, but I had no acceptable collateral as the bank wouldn't accept a 2nd mortgage on Valparaiso, and besides, I didn't have a co-signer of acceptable stature. NOTE:  My friendship with Enrique Rittscher hadn't developed that far yet, but soon would as multiple times afterwards he co-signed with me when needing new refrigeration equipment for the dairy and the store, including soon a new milking system as the one the dairy had wasn't powerful enough contributing to the mastitis problem by taking too long to milk each cow and creating excessive irritation--producing the mastitis problem.  As our broiler business developed I was given an opportunity to acquire the Kentucky Fried Chicken franchise for the country with  KFC promising financing to expand our production and building a modern dressing facility. They asked me to choose a CEO for the franchise--Enrique Rittscher becoming my choice.  However, all of a sudden the U.S. Ambassador to Guatemala was assassinated, and I quickly got a letter from KFC advising me they were re-evaluating their international operations.  We never heard from them again.,
Back to the Dairy, to make the deal, Oliverio convinced his co-signer, Antonio Prado, to be my co-signer along with Oliverio. Prado had been the previous owner and was one of the Bank Directors.  He accepted because Oliverio offered to also be a co-signer and use as collateral on my loan a plantation he owned on the outskirts of Coban where he kept the dry herd.  So, with a co-signer, I never met, and with a large property as collateral that wasn't mine, all I had to do to become the owner was pay Oliverio’s interest for the past year--around $3,500.  I raised that money and the $5,000 for Oliverio by beginning to sell the cows in my herd of over 100 that didn't have dairy potential.  The deal was made with the bank, I owing $35,000, and became the owner of Las Victorias Dairy, interestingly on February 2, 1972, on the exact day I became the owner of Valparaiso--4 years earlier.
I owed Oliverio $8,000 and I asked him when we could meet with his lawyer to make a contract. He just smiled, extended his large strong hand to shake mine, and said there would be no need as he trusted me.   
I had to ask him why he would trust me that much in a land where no one trusted anyone?
He then revealed that he had been one of my secret admirers observing how I worked with my hands unloading firewood, rather than let an Indian boy do the work, and how I worked as a brother with the Indian workers at the feed store loading my pickup, he concluding that I was an honest man he could trust 100%. 
We went to work for a year renting the property in Coban at $100/month.  Today it is Las Victorias National Park.  During that year we prepared Valparaiso to receive a dairy--selling more cows that didn't have dairy potential, as well as the old, unproductive ones at the dairy,  to pay for  building a modern milking parlor, dairy processing and cold storage rooms, bringing in from a mile away electric transmission lines, installing a diesel generator to be prepared for all emergencies--like the 1976 earthquake when for several months this generator saved us.....
......creating a separate potable water system and storage tank up a nearby canyon, building 5 new healthy homes with electricity and potable water for dairy workers.....
.....and dividing and improving continually our pastures so that the cows would not ever be in stables, but 24 hours a day on a rotating system of pastures, with no need of producing hay, or silage--both critical in the U.S. dairy/cattle industry.  
But in Coban the first change was to make available in the pastures, and in special feeders in the corral while waiting for milking, a ground-up mineral mix--with unlimited free access,  to replace the totally ineffective blocks of mineral salts used previously.  The fertility problems, as well as others, were due to mineral deficiencies.  In the first week, they were eating so much, Alberto, my manager, was shocked and wanted to limit them, but I told him that once their deficiencies were satisfied, they would voluntarily settle back to reasonable consumption which happened.

  Within 30 days we had so many cows come into heat every day that it was more than  Alberto  and I could do to inseminate, and daily the bull had to also do his part.  I had quickly acquired semen from some of the best bulls in the world, to begin to upgrade the herd.
Exactly one year after purchasing the dairy, again on February 2, 1973, as the cows came out of milking they were loaded into 5 trucks and hauled to Valparaiso to go onto pastures the quality of which they had never known before. 
Above we observe the milking herd and it is obvious there were many of mixed breeds, including those of our previous herd with milk-producing potential.  With a Jersey bull and semen from the best Jersey bulls in the world, we gradually moved towards purifying the herd, reflected in the 3 that defeated the Central American Champion of the Jersey breed.

After the last cow left the milking parlor, we moved in with our wrenches and tools, and dismantled the milking, cooling and bottling systems, loaded them onto trucks and raced for Valparaiso.  There we worked feverishly to install everything into our new construction--AND EVERYTHING FIT PERFECTLY.......
.....and we held our breath THROWING THE SWITCHES and shouted joyfully as everything purred into action.  The afternoon milking was 1 hour late--4:00, but everything worked like a charm and we were on our way.
Many things were done to turn the dairy around, for example receiving key help from  Dan Noorlander, seen in item #11 (4). Key in increasing production was solving the non-clinical mastitis problem in 80% of the herd, and solving the rampant infertility problem caused by a critical mineral deficiency in the otherwise healthy looking pasture grasses--but lacking important minerals due to constant rains in the area.    Note:  At one point in our history we were visited by a Professor of Animal Husbandry/Agronomy from BYU.  His first sort of mocking question was, "Where are your alfalfa fields?" -- Alfalfa being crucial to dairying in the U.S.  I pointed to our lush African grasses with 23% protein--as high as alfalfa.  He just shook his head....and started the rumors about me being a "Rodeo Clown."  

Commercially, before moving everything to Valparaiso,  we eliminated glass bottles,  door to door deliveries and credit sales with everybody having to buy their milk at our store. Credit sales were not only eliminated but from that point on if customers wanted guaranteed milk every day, they had to pay a month in advance--and their milk would be reserved at our store and they didn't have to get in line at 6:00 AM.   Our disposable plastic bags made that possible, seen below--another first in the country, designed with the lovable Jersey cow inviting all to use our milk, which almost all of Coban did for many years.

Maria del Carmen, who joined our family as a teenager early on, eventually took charge
of our store in Coban and managed it to the end--acquiring her was another 
of our most important accomplishments.

The quick email response from our friend & supporter was:
What you did in the dairy industry was amazing.  I used to be in the dairy business while living in Cache Valley  Utah  & what you achieved in such a short time is truly a miracle.  I’m sure you had heavenly help to make this happen.  This is no small thing.  May the Lord continue to bless you for all you have done.  We love you. 
 Douglas &  Rinez  Campbell


                             CONFUSION and DEATH 
 BACKGROUND--In 1956 Coban Branch had been part of the Guatemala City District, but close as the travel time was only 30 minutes on an Aviateca Airlines flight in World War II DC-3 two-engine airplanes.   Then at some point, it became part of the Zacapa District some 200 kms. to the southeast through rough mountains isolating the branch from District leadership--that never visited Coban.   So, in 1967 when we arrived, the Coban Branch that had existed since 1956  only had 7 active adults--one man, and 6 women, plus a few youth and children, seen below.

No missionaries had been in the area for about 8 years.  I was called then by President Clark as a local missionary, authorized to interview, baptize,  ordain, and organize, like would be the case of a District President. I also became a counselor to the Coban Branch president, Alfredo Rodas, and an effort was started to revive the branch with attendance that soon blossomed.  
At Valparaiso, there was first in  1968  an un-official SEMINARY CLASS--studying the Book of Mormon, and MUTUAL, seen below

Then by 1969 due to Alfredo Rodas becoming deathly ill, I became President of the Coban Branch with attendance up to about 55.  But a scandal erupted involving the ex-branch president, Alfredo Rodas, and attendance plummeted to just 2 or 3 adults, and in 1970 intensive efforts to revive the branch failed. 
By then we had organized at Valparaiso SUNDAY SCHOOL & RELIEF SOCIETY, and attendance grew rapidly and I was kept busy on Sunday keeping Coban and Valparaiso going.  During that period travel time from Valparaiso to Coban was about 1 hour each way.
At that point the first Branch Conference in many years was scheduled with Mission Counselor Carl Jacob and his team from the Mission presiding over two sessions: 

At Valparaiso, the session was held in a feed warehouse with 70 in attendance, then in Coban with 7.   The next day  Mission President Clark closed the Coban branch which he transferred to Valparaiso, including all the benches, piano, etc. with only a feed warehouse as the chapel.   It becoming the VALPARAISO BRANCH.

However, a week later the new Mission President Harvey Glade misunderstood what had happened and accused me of having made that change without authorization and even threatened me with serious sanctions from the Church--I recall this  being the first  threat  (of around 4) of "excommunication," -- an accusation I was able to prove untrue, but  from 1970 to 1973 the Valparaiso Branch was reduced to being a GROUP--but with an attendance of 140% and  said to be....
"the only Lamanite Church unit in the world that wasn't a parasite to the Church,"  and "pays more tithing to the Church than any of the Wards in the Guatemala City Stake!"   Both of those statements were made by President Glade in a fleeting moment of honesty. 

Yet, being a Group rather than a Branch, the Mission refused to help the Group except to offer $50/month for renting something as a chapel. I requested a year-long payment of $600 with which we built onto the Central House something to rent for meetings--what we called the cultural hall, seen below.   Classrooms were the school classrooms--we had converted from storage rooms.  The suggestion the Group be made a branch was rejected, explained next.

In Salt Lake City a negative perception of our effort was creeping in among bureaucrats and leaders who admittedly would have been unwilling to do what we were doing, so seemingly they had to give it all a negative interpretation.  As far as we could tell, it came from a visiting bureaucrat, employed by the Church in SLC--who is named in historical writings published on the Foundation's website between 2015-2017.  He injected a quite false interpretation of what we were doing--believing the Foundation all a scam for me to get rich.   At that time President Glade's attitude changed drastically towards our efforts. 

Previously, after the initial misunderstanding,  when President Glade made the two very complimentary statements about the Group, I received an invitation to make an all morning presentation at the Mission Home to missionaries working in Indian areas. I was asked to describe more effective and simple methods for success among the Indians. 

After I was finished,  President Glade admitted, for incomprehensible reasons,  that they couldn't do as I was suggesting, and said to me, 
"You be our Indian Mission.  Find a way to make it work!"    

With the guidance of the Lord, we did exactly that.
Nonetheless, at that time a letter from Apostle Thomas Monson to the mission indicated the negativity had spread to some General Authorities, as he instructed the Mission to not make Valparaiso a branch until there were 50 active adult members with a proper balance between women and Priesthood bearers--which requirement no branch in the entire country could have met, as well as even some Wards!   Additionally, Elder Monson, instructed the mission to not organize a branch until they could find someone besides me to be branch president.

From the beginning, altruistic projects--treating the sick, elementary & adult education, caring for orphans & needy mothers, home improvement, home visiting, missionary work, etc.--all started before the Foundation for Indian Development even existed.  All had been done by my family, but we knew the people themselves had to be awakened to doing these things for their own people--giving of their time and donating as much as they could, eventually with help from the Foundation to make up the difference. My youthful vocational students became interested in helping, soon to be multiplied by their spiritual conversion.  

By 1972 all of such efforts--treating the sick, elementary & adult education, caring for orphans & needy mothers, home improvement, home visiting, missionary work, etc.-- came under the umbrella of the thriving Valparaiso GROUP.  We very carefully followed the Priesthood Manual, with a Group run program reporting all those activities in the monthly financial report to the Mission, including a donation from the Foundation to cover the balance the group's donations weren't quite enough to cover.  
After a couple of months, President Glade noticed what was being done, and immediately ordered me to stop, saying, "Those things are just not done in the Church!"  I told him that if what he was saying "really was the position of the Church, such an admission condemned the Church, and something was seriously wrong."  I mentioned our struggle to save dying Indians, literally having some die in my arms, and then repeated him saying such "wasn't done in the Church," while, as then recently reported in the CHURCH NEWS, "they were taking the tithing of our humble Indians and using it to build a Stake Center in Phoenix!"  I went on explaining,  "helping as we were doing as a group of brothers and sisters  was actually commanded in the revelations and not prohibited in the Instruction Manual, and since producing such miraculous results you should request special authorization  to continue with careful supervision from the Church."   
He was stunned by the truth in my bluntness but he did make it vcry clear that our Group couldn't receive a donation from the Foundation,  and he agreed to write the General Authorities.  
But,  I perceived he had no intention of doing so-- therefore, I wrote a letter to Elder Spencer W. Kimball describing in detail what we were doing and requested his help.  

Elder Kimball passed the letter on to the Financial Department and a reply came to the Mission that begrudgingly advised us--two months later, that we had received authorization to continue, including accepting a donation to help from the Foundation.

In granting us authorization the letter paraphrased, said,  "The projects the Group will be operating are unlike those had by any other Church unit in the world. Also unique in all the world was a donation from the Foundation, but we can see nothing wrong with so doing as long as money received and expenditures are all done in accordance with authorized financial guidelines." 

The youthful members were overjoyed with the blessing of the Church and there was a several-month spurt in activity and conversions by our 4 youthful local missionaries--Carlos Valdez, Miguel Max, Daniel Choc and Gonzalo Cujcuj,  who were determined to convert "the whole world," -- at least their world made up of many villages scattered across the mountains that surrounded Valparaiso.

The Group donated all it could and did all the work. The Foundation--with donations from those from the U.S. interested in helping the needy, made up the difference.  That was all part of a 3 year period with no death at Valparaiso, plus a leading baptizer in the Mission.

Yet, all was opposed and misinterpreted by the Mission--assuming our effort, with cooperation from the Foundation, couldn't be legit and was all a scam for us to get rich by using the Church.  Erroneous information was forwarded to Salt Lake that was believed at the highest level of Church leadership, and, "due to widespread misunderstanding," the effort was stopped by the First Presidency discouraging the members and basically ending the wonderful period of progress.  We thought, "What a terrible reason for ending a good thing!" 
When the announcement was given that we couldn't continue to work as a group of LDS brothers and sisters to help their own people, Daniel Choc, a vocational student from Patzicia and one of our 4 local missionaries spoke up and suggested, "If the Church leaders have been given misleading information about what we are doing, we have to write and tell them the truth."  All of them got together and helped each other--as most of them had just barely learned to read and write, and had never written a letter before.  Twenty-six letters were sent by them to the First Presidency but no reply ever came.

I wrote to the First Presidency what Dr. Bob Blair, the Executive Director of the Foundation, called an "inspired letter," but it was rejected--the Leaders also included making it clear they didn't appreciate  me stimulating "the writing of all those letters."  

While persisting in trying to achieve correct understanding--which assured my label as a rebel, with never any more replies from President Lee or the First Presidency, rather just a line of acknowledgment of letters received from the Secretary.  
At the same time, we attempted to continue everything separate from the Church, but the member's disappointment was so acute,  it was never the same.  I perceived it would get real nasty and the faith of many more would-be hurt, so I took our 5 vocational students from Patzicia and Patzun, back to their homes.
In that difficult 1973 period, the beginning of the destruction of my family also began.  My wife, Maria,  decided to leave me the children, divorce me and return to Utah to "live a normal life," choosing to "follow the prophet" even though she knew he was wrong having believed erroneous information and made tragic decisions.  Daily I had to talk her out of it, but our relationship was never the same.   As explained further along in 1981 she did insist on me taking her and children back to Provo, Utah, her saying her 14 years in Guatemala "had been like hell" because of the attitude of Church leaders towards us!  

We persisted finally meeting the Monson requirements, and the Mission had to organize the VALPARAISO BRANCH  again, but with secret instructions from a Mission Counselor Perez to the Branch President--to "not ask for advice from Andersen, nor support him  and his projects!"  He interpreted that to mean that he was supposed to oppose said projects.  
That ripped the brotherhood apart at Valparaiso and destroyed all the good, soon with babies dying again and many good members in their discouragement going inactive, along with the branch president, Miguel Angel Ortiz, never to return to the Church.  He rather became a bitter enemy of the Church, and disappeared for several years, leaving the branch without a president.

I was determined to not accept injustice and actually wrote a letter of accusation against the Mission Presidency--even though the guilt was higher up-- for "destroying our Priesthood  brotherhood!"  That serious accusation was designed to wake some people up and salvage the 6-year effort.  Counselor Perez from the Mission who had organized the branch--and done as ordered giving the "secret instructions," then hearing the Branch President had disappeared, came and interviewed me and reported to the Mission: "something is wrong at Valparaiso,"   interpreted to mean "something is wrong with Andersen." 
Word got to the Church's Regional Representative, Harold  Brown, in Mexico through Mission counselor, John O'Donnal, reporting "something is wrong at Valparaiso!"  Brown,  unbeknownst to us what was going on,  rather than using the bureaucratic way of blaming problems on the lowly servants,  looked honestly at everything including Church leadership. Later he explained that he had carefully kept track of our efforts, sometimes getting very negative reports, and other times very POSITIVE REVIEWS--and figured out what was going on.

So, one Sunday in November 1973, with no warning, visionary LDS Regional Representative, Harold Brown--doubting the rumors passed on to him about us,  made a surprise visit coming all the way from Mexico. He was accompanied by Counselor Perez from the Mission. 
Brown didn't explain why he had come, just asked for something no other LDS Church representative had ever requested:  A TOUR OF VALPARAISO, WHAT WE WERE DOING, WHY, AND THE RESULTS. 
During the 90 minute tour of the CID Mission Counselor Perez was silent, but Brother Brown enthusiastically made comments, asked questions and once in a while gave a word of congratulations. 
Then he became the only speaker in a Sacrament Service, surprising all by giving details of the three rumored accusations against us by those from our own religious community, which briefly were: 1.) Andersen is crazy to be living among and dedicating his life to the Indians;  2.) The Andersen's  hadn't made a return trip to the U.S. because Andersen had done something terrible and was afraid to return and face the consequences;  & 3.) Brother Andersen was giving the appearance of living a charitable life, but it was a scam to get rich.   
He went on denouncing all of them as untrue--Mission Counselor Perez showing SHOCK and PUZZLMENT.   Brother Brown then related in detail the Ammon story from the Book of Mormon, and characterized our efforts as "AMMON-LIKE," with the same motivations of faith in the Lord and sincere love for the Lamanites.  The packed chapel was all in tears--except for a stunned Perez.

Later in a private interview, learning the details of the "war of criticism against us from a very high level,"  Brother Brown broke down into tears, admitting that President Lee in doing what he thought was right often treated others cruelly, and then begged me to be patient as he felt the President was softening.  He said he would try and help the General Authorities know better who I was, and promised his support.  He then  encouraged us to persist, with the astounding statement:
 "Your work in Guatemala has influenced the leaders of the Church in establishing world-wide welfare services. The crucial experiment," as he called it, "has to continue." 
This seemed to be the fulfillment of my original purpose to "hopefully be a catalyst for action on a big scale by qualified individuals and well-funded institutions."   Brown encouraged us to continue what he called "the experiment," and promised to do his best to help the General Authorities understand what was really happening and who I really was--even though later sadly admitting he failed with them, but did have some success with the new Mission President,  Bob Arnold .
Years later my life became even more controversial, which Brother Brown and I discussed in great detail, and, rather than turning against me as many did--even close relatives and friends, he volunteered to be a trustee on the Foundation's Board, which he continued to do until age-related issues caught up with him.

Harold Brown told us that crucial developments had been evolving for several years with a number of key and important connected ones that he told us were the first such in the Church, all beginning in Guatemala and in one way or another, connected to our work. Other developments in 1974 and 1975 would follow his 1973 visit as outlined below.
NOTE: It is believed by many in the LDS Church that everything that is done comes through divine revelation to the President and Prophet.  They have a hard time accepting that sometimes the lowly servants can receive divine guidance that can even evolve into a Worldwide Church program, but there are examples in Church history to demonstrate this from the bottom-up idea.  
One of the examples is the Sunday School initiated in 1849 by Richard Ballantyne for the children in his neighborhood--50 of whom attended the first gathering.  He did have the blessing of his Bishop but persisted on his own for 18 years.  In 1867 LDS leaders recognized it was a good and even an inspired idea, and it was made a Church-wide program, persisting until the present.  
According to Brother Harold Brown, our work had influenced the Church in expanding Welfare Services to become a Worldwide program.  It actually began in the 1966 Ex-Missionary Reunion, already mentioned, and then continued early on in our Guatemalan experience when the famous Lamanite branch in Patzicia--was at times highlighted by us in newsletters reporting many sick and dying LDS babies and children.   Reportedly, due to those reports, I became disliked by some for giving the Church a black-eye--as will be the case with many because of my frank reporting in this FINAL REPORT.  Many from Salt Lake wanted such things to be kept secret, similar to wanting other injustices and conflicts to be kept quiet.  But, I needed help to do something about it these life and death tragedies, thus the publicity that eventually resulted in the organization of the Foundation after which I poured on reporting the truth of the desperate condition of the Indians. 

For many years--since my missionary days from 1956-1958, we were told to not even mention the word WELFARE and WELFARE PROGRAM  that had developed in the U.S. since the period of the Great Depression.  
The leaders seemed to be afraid that if the high percentage of needy in countries like Guatemala were to hear about it, there might be an avalanche of needy converting to the Church expecting to receive help.  
To the contrary, I believed if the program was to function properly--training people to work productively and helping them to actually work for what they received, the windows of heaven would literally open both for the properly motivated needy, as well as for the properly motivated givers from the U.S.--who would be true believers desiring for their needy brothers and sisters that which they desired for themselves, such as we were doing in Guatemala with as many as we could--called by Brother Brown, "the experiment."   
Nevertheless, the system we developed--that was working to eliminate death for 3 years at Valparaiso, was tragically misunderstood and stopped as explained in previous paragraphs.   
Yet--according to Brother Harold Brown we were  influential in decisions made and in what gradually evolved--explained in a very logical evolving sequence in the next nine items--even though only Brother Brown gave us credit for this.

(1) In mid-1970 a couple, Leland Watts and his wife, Selma, were called and sent to Patzicia.
There was no such thing yet as "Welfare Service Missionaries,"  but that is what they basically were as they were not proselyting missionaries.  However, they were unaware of what they were getting into. 
On their first Sunday, I was there just by chance and described the situation which they couldn't believe. I assured them if we uncovered babies in the arms of mothers at the end of the meeting we would find at least 2-3 sick and malnourished babies that would likely die if something wasn't done.  
That literally happened and they got involved trying to learn what to do, yet frustrated because of rules that limited what they could do.  Eventually, they requested finishing the last six months of their missions at Valparaiso where they felt they could do more good--with fewer rules and regulations.  To do so they had to accept being released early,--which they did and spent productive months with us.  They were even with us the first time the guerrillas appeared, Leland, an ex-Marine, saying to me, "Cordell, let's go check those guys out!"  The next day I got through a friend a .38 revolver for him--so we were one fearsome pair!  They headed home on  December 22, 1971, on their motorcycles.
Here the Watts are on their first visit with us, coming all the way from Patzicia.  
You can see in the background the construction of the Cultural Hall built 
where previously there was a flower garden seen in item #4.

(2) In July 1971, the new Church 

THE ENSIGN published an article representing the work with Lamanites in Latin America, entitled, "AWAKENING GUATEMALA"

It strangely refrained from ever mentioning the Foundation for Indian Development--as was the case perplexingly in all Church publications.  But, it dealt with the work we were doing in Valparaiso and Patzicia, Guatemala, and seemed logical to be another step in the increased focus on what we called "TOTAL DEVELOPMENT,"  the spiritual & temporal, soon to be followed by contact with Dr. James O. Mason, explained next. 

(3) Dr. James O. Mason, Director of LDS Church Health mid-1971,  became part of the drama.....
....... contacting me requesting I take him and President Glade on a tour of Valparaiso and AYUDA's projects in Cunen.  

 So in June 1971 I picked them up in Guatemala City, drove to Valparaiso and Dr. Mason and President Glade were introduced to Valparaiso, and stayed the night sleeping on narrow bunk beds made by our Vocational Students. President Glade was a bit husky, and on the top bunk, and during the night the bed collapsed, him falling on top of Dr. Mason.  Dr. Mason thought it was terribly funny, but President Glade I don't think ever forgave me.  We then visited the AYUDA projects in Cunen.  Dr. Mason seemed to be very positive about what we were doing.

(4) Next,  in 1972,  the first "Agriculture Missionary"--Dan Noorlander, was called and sent to Patzicia,

Dan Noorlander, a world-renowned dairy expert, wasn't permitted by Mission leaders to help the only dairy run by mostly members of the LDS Church at Valparaiso--which frustrated him and us--as both of us  believed  that  such was why he was called to Guatemala--but,  as a dairy expert,  he was pretty determined and came anyway in the  beginning when we were still managing the dairy in Coban,  and in one quick visit helped the Lecheria Las Victorias begin to solve one key problem--mastitis.
Then, a year later, after we moved the entire dairy to Valparaiso, he came again as seen above and gave further guidance which helped us solve another critical problem contributing to the dairy eventually becoming successful beyond anyone's fondest dreams.  
Him not being permitted officially to help us was perplexing to us, however, we rather turned around and helped him in his projects in Patzicia--donating machinery, poultry, a couple of prize heifers and more.

(5) Also two nurses--"Medical Missionaries,"  were called and sent to Patzicia
However, I'll confide that they were totally frustrated as they were told they couldn't treat, just teach. One of them, reportedly, came near to having a nervous breakdown because of it.

(6) Then in 1974 on our first trip back to Utah in 7 years, Dr. Mason invited me to show a Foundation slide program in the  LDS Church Office Building to the WELFARE COMMITTEE:  Presiding Bishopric and the Relief Society Presidency.

President Barbara Smith was the first and only person in my experience to object to me showing pictures of malnourished, sick and dying babies. I told her simply, "That's the way it is and something has to be done!"   Dr. Mason was our cheerleader and defended the program, then Bishop Featherstone stood and in a booming voice said, "If that's the way it is, that's the way we should show it!"

(7) I was then  invited to spend time  with personnel from Health Services
 As I understand it, these services eventually became part of World Wide Welfare Services.  They wanted me to give them a "no holds barred"  critique, which I did--in a 4-hour intensive session, frankly describing serious flaws, then giving them suggestions how to improve the program, most of which ideas, including the Principles of the Good Life,--disguised with different wording, were then  blended into the program. 

*NOTE:  It was at this same time that my friend and ex-Bishop (Dr. Arch Bowden) was shocked hearing that  ex-Mission President Harvey Glade,  then with an important job with the Church--as Manager of the Church's Deseret Trust, was circulating the story that I had "stolen tithing money," and told me that serious action had to be taken against him quickly.  That and another serious matter led to the attempt to meet with President Kimball, but shifted frustratingly to President Romney, as described in the TWELVE STRONG section at the beginning of this report.  But, before that was known, the following event transpired.

(8) Dr. Mason then organized a presentation of the same slide program presented to the Welfare Committee, but in the Auditorium of the Church Office Building, inviting all the General Authorities, but who only sent their Secretaries.  Afterward a group of interested attendees (Director of the Translation Department, President of the Idaho Falls Temple, Dr. Bob Blair, BYU linguist, and others) decided another presentation had to be organized and an effort made to get all General Authorities to attend, but in doing so they ran into an obstacle--The Welfare Department had a negative report about me. I had never been visited by people who could have produced the report,  and so the group wanted me given a chance to read it and make any clarifications. This effort evolved into the following incredible chapter in the history:
CRUCIAL HISTORY:  At this time Apostle Spencer W. Kimball had become President of the Church, vicious gossip circulated from an ex-Mission President that I had stolen tithing money, in addition to a negative report--mentioned above about us that supporters felt I had the right to see and make any clarifications, and efforts were made to seek justice  with President Kimball from  BYU Religion professors, another significant group of Church employees, and one of President Kimball's close relatives.  A personal interview was arranged by the relative, but it failed as he was shielded from me by the Secretary with whom I had experience during the previous presidency.  Afterward, President Kimball's relative described it as me having been "stonewalled."  President Kimball, for whatever reasons,  was unaware of what was happening. 
At the last minute, I was shifted by the Secretary to Counselor, Marion G Romney, who refused to help  with the two crucial matters that needed to  be corrected, he suggesting: "If someone hurts me I go see my lawyer!"  
The injustices I brought up were precisely what I wanted to keep out of the public eye and resolve in a quiet, truthful, and just way—that wouldn’t hurt the Church.  Rather he made a baseless counter-accusation, and his unwillingness to hear my side of that issue clearly demonstrated his bias as a carryover from the 1973 traumatic conflict with the First Presidency described in item #11.
I actually felt sorry for President Romney who seemed determined to defend the institution rather than what was right, and it was soon clear there was no point in continuing and I  bit my lip and ended the visit satisfied I had done my best to seek justice, yet frustrated that my best wasn't good enough. 
To that point, it was among the gloomiest days of my life, and very hard to understand.  But I thought as I walked towards the parking lot:
"I did my best to do as many wanted me to do and have corrected all  the misconceptions and injustices that many times had me thinking, ‘Something is wrong!'  As I dejectedly walked to the parking lot I just wanted leave the matter of justice in the hands of the Lord and  get back to my comfortable place in the remote mountains of Guatemala and continue working and serving the Lord and His  'Little ones.' in my own simple way."  
At the parking lot, I was met by President Groberg of the Idaho Falls Temple and told the group--that had tried to organize the 2nd presentation in the Church auditorium, was anxiously waiting for me to hear my report about what had happened with President Kimball.  Back in the Office Building, I began to describe what had happened and Brother Nydegger of the Translation Department, hearing how I had been stopped from meeting with President Kimball by his Secretary,  immediately mentioned being "stonewalled,"   when one of them, Dean Larsen,  who was a Secretary to a General Authority, and expected to become a Leader himself--which did happen,  hearing something negative was being described, refused to hear any of it and left.  I finished my report to a stunned group of friends who seemed helpless to do anything further.  
Many were deeply saddened because of the way it worked out.  Even a frank discussion of it all with thick-skinned President Ernest L. Wilkenson, had him recognizing the justness of my cause, but deciding the uphill battle was more controversial than he wanted to deal with and so he bailed leaving me on my own--a very discouraging and lonely moment to say the least. 
Consequently, the Foundation was removed from the short-list of recipients of his millions and the course of history was changed. 
So,  perplexingly our efforts were misinterpreted and I was considered too controversial to be taken seriously. However, I wasn't about to give up, rather--with Elder Kimball's initial encouragement and the ancient example of Ammon, I was prodded on to not be bullied unfairly, rather do more and  persisted for another 46 years--the next 5 years outlined with the next 3 items:
>In 1973, previous to the Romney event, of unimaginable far-reaching influence--Harold Brown informing us our work had inspired "worldwide humanitarian efforts,"  see item #11.
>Of special historical impact:  In  Coban and especially in the Polochic areas, there would be the most amazing developments in history--see especially item #17.
>Being invited to help, in 1976-77, the Ecuador Mission that in one year moved from missionaries being "spit on, stoned and jailed," to become the leading Lamanite mission for the LDS Church in America. See item #18.
Then the following 41 years with the religious image removed from our work--which LDS leaders desired,  partnering with wonderful Catholic friends and opening up for our work an infinitely larger group of needy Guatemalans, and doing the best we could as described in this report--including:
>The amazing developments in Cunen--keeping it alive for 10 years after abandoned by AYUDA, item #24.
>The Valparaiso & the Santa Cruz Verapaz area--where over the next 40 years we would build schools, community centers, medical clinics and more in all of the 33 villages with many projects every year, in addition to for many years sponsoring the Indian Folklore Festrival.  The unending list of projects were supervised by "The Volunteer of All Volunteers,"  Federico Veliz,  one of THE TWELVE, see item #14.   
> Plus establishing and supporting for 32 years a historic school in Patzicia, as well as during that period having many projects in rural areas of the Central Highlands, item #26.
>Constructing and supporting for 30 years the  Ariel & Ines Andersen Chuluc School, item #27.
  All multiplying greatly what was said early on about "Saving thousands and helping many tens of thousands receive an education." 
(9) During that period Dan Noorlander was  convinced Welfare Services needed a full-time supervisor in the mission
  He suggested to the General Authorities my name--as the only one who understood the difficult circumstances of the Indians, knowing first-hand  the medical, economic and educational needs, including agriculture in Guatemala, familiarity   with suppliers, marketing, etc. which--as reported to me was discussed in their Thursday meeting in the Temple, but tabled as I was just too being as some experts were calling something like a "rodeo clown" and much worse.  Apparently, some of the terrible gossip and completely false criticism against me was being believed by otherwise very good men--but human, who had no way of knowing what was reported to them might be questionable, or worse.
NOTE:  World Wide Welfare Services, which Brown insisted we--meaning the Foundation & all of us donors,  inspired, today in 2017 is called LDS HUMANITARIAN SERVICES.
12. BYU'S LAMANITE GENERATION's  MIRACULOUS PRESENTATION AT VALPARAISO:  On that first trip back to Utah in 1974, I was invited to meetings with Janie Thompson,  director of BYU's Program Bureau,  and helped the Lamanite Generation organize a tour of Latin America.  Part of it was an open-air presentation at Valparaiso in a natural amphitheater and another in the Olympic Gymnasium in Coban.  As described in our Historical Documents the July 2, 1975 presentation is described as "miraculous" as time after time walls of water were converging on the presentation and the 1,200 spectators, but after many heads bowed in prayer, we opened our eyes to find the walls of rain had dissipated and a window of blue sky persisted above us.  They went on to have a great success in Coban, where Carl Jacob was in charge, 3,000 in attendance.

Sadly, in a cleanup effort by volunteers two days afterward,  our 2-year-old daughter, Michelle, lost her life in an accident.  
The funeral service for Michelle "Pepita, " was held in the Coban Branch chapel, presided over by Carl Jacob.  Both he and I spoke to what to that time was the largest religious service ever held in an LDS chapel in Coban--mostly non-member friends and customers.  She was buried  at Valparaiso--her marble plaque provided by Dan Noorlander

Later the group returned from South America to give a concert in her honor in the largest theater in Guatemala City at which presentation I was awarded a symbolic necklace and made an honorary member of the Navajo Tribe.

13.  SEEMINGLY MICHELLE BECAME MY GUARDIAN ANGEL.  Her multiple interventions  to literally  save me  happened  the first time one day when very early I had to make a trip alone to Guatemala City, when about an hour from Valparaiso as the day was dawning, I dozed off and was angling off the highway into a ravine when, all of a sudden I was slapped and awakened, actually hearing the slap and feeling stinging on my face, and in time saved myself from disaster.  I have believed since that it was Michelle, as my guardian angel, who saved me impressively that day the first, but not the last time.  One day it will be fun to see what really goes on in such situations.

14.  THE EXTENSION OF OUR WORK HAS PRODUCED MANY PROJECTS IN ALL 33 VILLAGES OF SANTA CRUZ VERAPAZ--IN MANY OF THEM MULTIPLE TIMES, from life saving medical treatments, construction of medical clinics, construction of schools burned down by the guerrillas & others, adding on classrooms, kitchens and sanitary facilities  for many schools, building of homes in special cases of need, sponsorship of the Indian Folklore Festival for 14 consecutive years, providing for many years  educational materials for students in all the rural schools--for example, for 5,300 children last year (2017),  and for 1,560 students in 2018 paid for by me, Federico and 5 special donors.  
After the first 8 years, my companion in all of this, and eventually our volunteer-Regional Director, was my friend and brother, Federico Veliz (Pacay) who worked with me for 42 years (and we are still doing it together--now without the Foundation) as the most dedicated man to his people I have ever known, or heard of.  Thus, I have called him:  
 I'll insert below a photo of Federico, who is with one of the Indian Queens we aided in her reign.
The sum total of all of this dedication was completely free of any direct LDS involvement, as Federico was, and is a devout Catholic.

NOTE:  I should add that eventually, the LDS image of our work began creating resistance to our efforts from many of these village areas, and even offensive actions, such as invasions of Valparaiso--while we were in Sunday evening Firesides, that had us turning off the projector, me and my young companions grabbing clubs and racing off to fight the invaders and putting many in jail.  As I report somewhere, for years I had as a sort of trophy,  a white blood-stained shirt with ripped pocket, from one of those encounters.  With this anti-Mormon attitude, contrary to their attitude towards me in the first years,  they began letting their sick die, rather than ask for my help.

 So we began removing the LDS image from our work, working through our dedicated Catholic friend, Federico, which opened up the way for literally hundreds of development projects in the 33 villages of Santa Cruz, that..... make this: 
This category alone could easily fill a book, including incredible adventures, confronted with death threats by Ladino landowners who didn't like us helping the Indians, an attempt to force Federico and me to join the guerrillas or die--which eventually was lifted as a friend became leader of the guerrillas in our area and instructed his troops to leave us alone as I treated fairly my workers-as though they were family, and we were effectively helping the people in the villages.
Then the  unbelievable heroic efforts by our Indian companions doing things probably none of us gringos could equal, led by Miguel Max, one of "The TWELVE."  

For example:  When invited by the teacher, Federico Veliz,  at the very remote Pambach Village to help them finish building their school, a team of 3 volunteers, led by Miguel took off one Sunday afternoon after Church, hauling a 150 lb. generator, a 16mm. movie projector, and movies.  Two would carry the generator up the steep trail into the mountains south of Valparaiso,  the third carrying the projector, movies and gas can, who would rotate once in a while carrying the generator.  The normal hike of 3 hours, took them more--I don't recall the total, up and over a high pass switch-backing down into see in the picture with Miguel Max and Federico shaking hands to agree to help.  They then showed movies--the first ever in Pambach, and afterward, in the dark headed back to Valparaiso, arriving in time for their work the next morning.  INCREDIBLE!  How I love and admire these people. and was privileged to be part of their team.

 For photographs of the hundreds of projects, see at the top right of this website:  SUCCESS STORIES, plus the many YouTube videos, photo/essays, reports, and newsletters.   

15.  THE GREAT EARTHQUAKE OF FEBRUARY 4, 1976 THAT KILLED 25,000 -It was an incredibly hard blow for the county at 3:00 AM that morning, which  for a few hours had us only being able to tune in to radio stations from Honduras saying, "There is no radio or telephone contact with Guatemala, as if Guatemala is dead!"

But, Valparaiso was alive as well as  Alta Verapaz with only 14 dead, but our urgent need was to find a way to survive isolated from the rest of the country for who knew how much time. Therefore on the first day, imagining that we would not be receiving anything trucked from the capital for a long time, I sent our vehicles to  Táctic, San Cristóbal, Cobán, and San Pedro Carcha to buy all the cattle and poultry feed we could get our hands on.  Then, since the electricity was lost in the first 5 seconds of the quake we would need diesel fuel to run our emergency generators and gasoline for our delivery vehicles. Fuel was already being rationed, so I went to the governor of Alta Verapaz, who quickly recognized the critical need of all of Coban for our milk and poultry products, so he authorized me to fill all of our 55-gallon oil drums, plus whatever additional ones we could find.  So, by the end of the first day, we were ready to survive on our own for at least a month or more--even if the rest of Guatemala was dead!
The north end of the barn, walls made of adobe, had collapsed.  The interior walls of the Central House were all damaged so no one was willing to sleep there.  Dr. Buz Sandburg, seen to the left, from Salt Lake was visiting and didn't know that in a quake you get outside quick.  So he just rolled over, pulling the blanket over his head and ended up covered with plaster, but OK.  

Jim Penrod and some of his kids were also visiting, sleeping in their van and slept right through the disaster until being awakened by all the people who had fled from the house with their blankets and were screaming and carrying on. 

Jim Penrod, seen in the middle with a couple of his kids--they slept through the quake in their van!
Luckily it was the dry season, so we set up a sort of refugee camp--seen above at our soccer field where everyone camped out until we replaced the interior walls with wood. 

A few days afterward we filled our Plymouth van with blankets, clothes, food and medicine, all donated by the people of Valparaiso, to help their Cakchiquel cousins, and I headed for the Central Highlands accompanied by Gonzalo Cujcuj who was from Patzicia. 

A few weeks before I was prompted to begin making a weekly trip to Patzicia for some reason.  I had arrived on a cold, dark Mutual night with only 15 in attendance. I asked one of the Mitch boys, who was in charge if he wanted my help to wake up the members, and he excitedly agreed.  I promised to come the next week and asked him to promote my coming with a special program that would be a blessing to all of them in fulfilling their promised "blossoming." 
A week later, to a  very large group seen above,  I began slide and movie presentations of the Good Life, in which they could see that they were in many ways still living with many of the elements of the curse, outlined in 2 Nephi chapter 1, and needed some help to, as the book says, "come out of the darkness into the light" and begin to "blossom."  They all agreed that for a "new life" to begin, the elements of "the curse"  outlined in the mentioned prophecy, would have to end.  The night of the earthquake I had promised to be there to show them how to begin blossoming with a new life.

But, Buz and Jim arrived, and so I sent a telegram saying I'd be there a couple of days later.  If I had of been there that night, I would have likely been sleeping where I usually did, with my foam pad on the stage where sometimes missionaries also slept.  
One, an Elder Ellsworth, was sleeping there and when the heavy cement roof beams collapsed he was pinned under one for hours and badly injured. 
Back to Gonzalo and me making our first trip to the main area hit by the quake:  The Atlantic Highway was destroyed, and so from the junction of the Atlantic Highway with the Coban highway, we had to head for Zacapa and swing way around by El Salvador and then back to Guatemala City, and from there it was a wild drive up into the Highlands with landslides everywhere.  In Patzicia we immediately began visiting all the members we knew and found dozens of injured and sick. Daniel Choc's mother and young sister tragically were killed when their house collapsed on top of them.   No aid had got to any of them, and I immediately began treatments, making a list I would leave with the doctors and nurses I understood the Church had sent. 
As we neared the chapel we found a large group of people coming our way, and it seemed they were angry. They told us they had gone to the Mormon chapel to get help,  but were turned down since they weren't members.  I tried to smooth over the situation telling them there must have been a misunderstanding and opened up the van to distribute among them almost everything we had brought from Valparaiso. 
At the chapel compound, they had tents set up.  We told the doctors and nurses of dozens of members in need we had begun treating.  They told us they had been instructed to not leave the chapel compound, but just treat those who came to them. I gave them my detailed list and tried to make it clear that people would die if they didn't get out of the compound and continue the treatments. 
Thus began our efforts to help, which basically were not  well received by the foreign helpers and leaders--once again it seemed I was looked on as "competition," rather someone willing to help-- which was very disappointing to me as quite frankly my being moved to begin visiting and preparing the Mormon people to build a new life, had me quite convinced I should have had something to do with the reconstruction, but…what the heck, never give up was my motto.   

So, we began looking for a more remote area where help hadn't got to yet, and where the people had not been contaminated with the idea of receiving everything for nothing and not really doing anything to help themselves and their own people.
We found such a place in the Hamlet of Las Mercedes in the Saquiya Village of Patzun,  where we developed an aid program that kept going for several years with a united and humble group of Indians that worked with us to build right in the middle of the hamlet a Cultural Center of typical construction with polls and wood the Indians got from the surrounding forests. The roof was thatch, the floor was dirt, but it was large enough for all the area Indians to fit in for meetings, classes, and which became my "home away from home" where I would spend every other week. We called it the Centro Indígena de Desarrollo--EL CID No.2. 

From the beginning, we had meetings to understand the needs and get organized, but just usually with the men in someone's home.  With the Cultural Center, we really got moving with Good Life classes, educational and good quality commercial movies, illiteracy classes, especially for the women, and we organized a Credit Cooperative that had a Cooperative Store--seen to the right, and of course there were many medical treatments, saving many, and improving the health of the whole community.

 But right from the beginning, we worked with the community leaders, with cooperation from the Canadian Embassy,  to build temporary school for the whole Saquiya Village--seen below,  which became the first place in the entire earthquake area in the Central Highlands to start classes again for the children.

During my week in the Central Highlands, I spread out from my "home away from home"  at Las Mercedes and got a project started in rural Patzicia among very needy LDS families, and in Comalapa began working with another friend, Rigoberto Miza--seen with his family to the right  to organize a Cooperative where I began giving Good Life lessons.  NOTE:  We met Rigoberto when he brought us two youth from Comalapa to be Vocational Students at THE CID.  He had heard about us through Mormons from Patzicia.
NOTE:  Tragically the Government went to extremes in its desperation to defeat the guerrilla movement supported by Cuba--especially difficult as President Jimmy Carter stopped giving military aid to the government.  It never became publicly known, but for a time the main Guerrilla group in the country was led by a Mormon University student--the guerrillas supplied by said leader's brother with stuff from Cuba brought in through Mexico. Eventually, both of them were killed by government forces.  
Clandestine extreme right-wing groups evolved called "La Mano Blanca," that were basically death squads. They interpreted cooperatives as being communistic, and sadly 9 of the 10 directors of the Comalapa cooperative were murdered, along with their entire families.  Only Rigoberto Miza escaped, hiding in the Peten area for several years until the danger had passed
Another Tragic Note:  My vocational student/tractor supervisor/local missionary, Daniel Choc, had become a full-time LDS missionary at the time of the earthquake, working in Sumpango.  Missionaries formed teams to help in the reconstruction, and he was with a group in Patzun knocking down damaged buildings, and sadly killed when a wall fell on him.  That was the end of a plan Daniel and I had for after his mission to establish in Patzicia another CENTER for INDIAN DEVELOPMENT with Daniel as director. 
Daniel's real mission was performed at Valparaiso where,  as a  teenage "local missionary,"  he was credited with 26 convert baptisms, using the Good Life method,  as well as being of key influence in many ways, such as the "total development program" becoming THE CID--a Center for Indian Development.  Sadly this was never mentioned in his Funeral Service, nor in writings about his life. 
He is for me one of the most outstanding Guatemalans of my experience, joining the ranks of ENRIQUE RITTSCHER, MIGUEL MAX & FEDERICO  VELIZ  (PACAY).

16. THE ORGANIZATION OF THE LDS DISTRICT OF ALTA & BAJA VERAPAZ --Once recovering a little from the earthquake, we began hearing rumors that President Arnold of the LDS Mission was coming for some reason. 
The Background:  Since 1974, while us Andersen were on our first trip to the U.S. in 7 years, the LDS Branch was abruptly taken away from the Valparaiso members, and transferred to Coban as the Mission President wanted to send full-time missionaries to the area for the first time  in 15 years, and wanted there to be a branch  to help the missionary work.  The relatively poor members from Valparaiso were abruptly abandoned, or rather, required to travel to Coban if they wanted to be active--which due to their work running a dairy, poultry, hogs, and travel expenditures, made it impossible for families.
My dear friend Carl Jacob had joined us and was there in case our first native manager, my young vocational student graduate, Miguel Max--seen with Carl on the right,  needed help. To try and save the members he began using my two work vehicles to transport everyone to Coban for meetings, paying bribes--coming and going,  to the police as the vehicles weren't authorized to carry hordes of people.  It was pure hell for the poor members to meet their work commitments and also be active.  
I was shocked on my return, in November 1974,  and tried to keep the system going, now also with a Plymouth van, the Foundation had got for us to be able to return.  But all of a sudden the members couldn't take it any longer, and one day only two showed up to go to Church--Miguel Max and Santiago Caal Max.  On return, we found the Priesthood, led by the Branch President, Miguel Ajpop (of Coban branch) destroying on the soccer field the team from Tactic.  It was over! ...... so it seemed.  
NOTE:  Miguel Ajpop  had been a Vocational Student from Patzun (near Patzicia), then in 1973  returned with his new wife and was accepted as an employee, and in the 1973 Church debacle--reviewed below,  was called to be the Valparaiso Branch president, but with the problem that he wasn't well liked at Valparaiso,  but then the branch was transferred to Coban--with him as the Branch President, presiding over basically what in Guatemala were "Ladinos," or non-Indians.  Miguel was faced with an impossible challenge as he was from the Cakchiquel area of Guatemala where Ladinos & Indians had hated each other for centuries--so he had to preside over Indians who didn't like him, and Ladinos who he believed didn't respect him.  It was doomed to failure.  Got it?  Soon serious problems erupted with Miguel and he was removed.  Carl Jacob soon after moved to Coban and was called as the Branch President.
Then I tried to save our people by not going to Coban anymore, but having a FAMILY HOUR, and invited all to attend. Soon everybody was active again--in our Family Hour, and with the missionaries not having any success in Coban, they began visiting Valparaiso and all of a sudden many  baptisms were reported by the Coban missionaries, who, in a January 1976  Missionary meeting in the Mission Home, were congratulated by President Arnold for "many Coban baptisms."  A missionary raised his hand and informed a surprised Mission President the baptisms were all from Valparaiso.  Thus a rumor soon got to us that he was coming, likely to organize our Family Hour into a Branch--again, for the 3rd time!
I wrote objecting, telling him he wasn't welcome unless he was willing to talk frankly about all the confusion and injustice that had been going on for years. 

President Arnold promised to have an open mind and to discuss frankly all the confusion,  including my suggestion to a Mission counselor in 1975, who tried to call me to be the Zacapa District President, countered by my suggestion of rather organizing a more logical Alta Verapaz District.  So President Arnold arrived in April of 1976 and we had a long visit, both doing our best to be humble, recognizing some terrible errors, lack of inspiration and damage done in the past by bad, uninspired decisions--and both determined to do better in the future.  He then said he believed the Lord wanted the ALTA VERAPAZ DISTRICT  to be organized with me as District President.  The new organization was actually for a year the ALTA /BAJA VERAPAZ District including Salama and area.
He then said: 
 "Valparaíso is the only place in the Mission where positive accomplishments and progress are being made, so I feel inspired to establish in Valparaiso a TRAINING CENTER FOR WELFARE SERVICE MISSIONARIES,  where missionary couples will spend two months at the beginning of their missions helping you with your projects and thus be prepared to be productive where ever they are assigned.  Do you accept? "

I accepted and we immediately began construction, with Foundation help, building three A-frame homes where the couples would live.  

President Arnold didn't want to wait for the homes so the first couple, the Barnetts, were sent soon after.  We fixed up a simple room for them in the Central House.  Hal and Neva Poulsen were with us then, and I turned the Barnetts over to Hal to orient them, but soon I noticed they were in a heated conversation.  Brother  Barnett insisted that the only "work of the Lord" was that instigated by the President and Prophet of the Church. I calmed the conversation down and suggested they read some printed items about what we were doing.  After reading one, they would come and get another.   Within a week or so they became convinced that what we were doing was "the unofficial work of the Lord."

However,  a new Mission President, John O'Donnal, immediately canceled the "inspired" program established by President Arnold, leaving me holding the bag with the 3 homes under construction, and an entire training program I had written up to be able to meet the inspired hopes of the previous mission president.  We never heard from the Barnetts again. 
Where President Arnold had recognized Valparaiso as "…the only place in the Mission where positive accomplishments and progress are being made."   the new Mission President saw nothing of value and recommended I "end the Foundation, sell Valparaiso and go to the South Coast, buy a plantation and make some money!"    
Apparently our modest life, and living with and helping Indians, wasn't very impressive for O'Donnal and others who thought our efforts were of no consequence. 
There followed several years of conflict, but I nevertheless did my best to direct the work in my area of responsibility,  following the Priesthood Manual, doing things I could do without having to consult with the Mission President, like:   Calling District Missionaries, and  for the first time in Guatemala calling:  Full time/short term native missionaries,   as well as  District Welfare Service Missionaries, all of whom I could call and supervise as District President without having to consult with the Mission Presidency. In all those years I was never instructed what teaching method was to be used, rather told to seek the inspiration of the Lord, so we based our work on the Good Life Method as explained in item #3. 
My calling was actually facilitated as the Mission was divided with   Alta Verapaz--my area--strangely surrounded by the other mission and isolated from the Mission Office of the new Quetzaltenango Mission by an 8-hour drive--down through Guatemala City, and then way up into the Central Highlands, leaving us luckily pretty much on our own with no possibility of attending Mission Leadership Meetings.  The 14 full-time missionaries in the District became in many ways dependent on me, and so we helped each other, with monthly meetings to coordinate our efforts, and all went smoothly with great success--at least for a while.    With miraculous guidance from the Lord, great progress was made by these humble people, along with sowing the seeds of great progress for the future. But, eventually Presdent O'Donnal stopped those monthly meetings with the missionaries, and with the help from the new Regional Representative--a General Authority, they took measures to turn the missionaries against their District President as mentioned further along.
Backing up to when I was called as District President,  once again Valparaiso was organized by me as a BRANCH--for the 3rd time,  even though years later--in 1989,  it was abandoned again (which I have to explain further along as it is crucial in the history),  but kept alive again with our FAMILY HOUR   from 1989 to Oct. 1993 when I sold Valparaiso so the Church would hopefully return and help the members, after which it was finally organized again as a BRANCH, for the 4th time--part of the COBAN-GUATEMALAN MISSION,  and then on January 22, 2017 organized as a WARD  in the COBAN LDS STAKE

In addition, work during my District Presidency began in several new areas, such as Tanchi, Fray Bartolome de las Casas,  and of great importance, the Polochic using the Good Life Method described in item #17.  
Two years after the District was organized, and one year after beginning missionary work in the Tanchi Village, and in the Chulac/Senahu/Polochic area, a "humble" District Conference was planned, presided over by General Authority, Elder William Bradford.

It was planned by the District Presidency to be  held open air in the "Lamanite Generation Amphitheater"  with a small sugar cane thatch roof giving shade to the leaders, with sawdust covering the ground--all similar to early LDS conferences held in what the pioneers called  "boweries."  To that point, it was the largest Church meeting in history for the area with 456 present.

To help members in isolated areas attend the Conference, Carlos Valdez, President of the Valparaiso Branch, in the Foundation pickup drove to the village of Tanchi, bringing 13 members.  To the right we see the pickup on the tough Tanchi road.

For the much more isolated Chulac area members--which adventurous history is told next in item#17, my counselor in the District Presidency, Miguel Max, made the 10+ hour round trip in the Cooperative's truck, bringing 55 members, and then, after the Conference, drove another 10+ hours to take them home, as seen below.

In spite of the difficult trip, you see Miguel below well groomed and dressed properly, seemingly checking his watch and calculating at what time he would arrive back at Chulac, and then at what time in the early morning he might get back to Valparaiso after an ultra-marathon driving of a diesel truck 20+ hours on what then was one of the toughest roads in the country--INCREDIBLY two round trips were made by Miguel in a 24 hour period that sounds TOTALLY IMPOSSIBLE--but not for Miguel Max!  That, among other reasons, is why he is more than worthy of being one of the TWELVE!

Above the leaders in said Conference are seen.  Right to left:  My counselors, Miguel Max, Jorge de Leon, me, William Bradford, John O'Donnal, Maria, and Carmen O'Donnal. 
A conflict arose as all of a sudden Elder Bradford made a statement that had Elder Bringhurst--translating into Q'eqchi',  turn and say to me, "President Andersen, I can't translate that as it will just confuse the Indians!"  I agreed with him....and he smoothed it over in the dialect unbeknownst to the leaders, saving in a sense the success of the Conference at least for the Maya/Q'eqchi' --but among others there was confusion as what he was saying reflected what I have repeated in this report as our most difficult challenge.    In spite of a lot of misunderstanding with leaders, I had to find a way to serve the good people of my area of responsibility as best I could.  
Important Note:  It is worth noting that several times over the years in interviews with Leaders,  I was accused of "doing things my way" rather than obeying the Leadership.  On those occasions, I asked for an example or two--which they never were able to give me.
One interesting item of my background was that as a full-time missionary between 1956-58 we were told in a missionary meeting by Apostle Henry D. Moyle, (who several months later became a member of the First Presidency) that, "Manuals are crutches for incompetence. Seek and follow the inspiration of the Lord!"  So, that was my mindset, however, what I did as Group Leader, Branch President and then as District President, was to carefully follow the guidelines in the Priesthood Manual, and did do some things previously not done, yet outlined in the manual. Things like:  Calling fulltime/short term missionaries, and District Welfare Service Missionaries;  2nd -- since being called in 1967 as a "local missionary" continuing  for 12 years up to  1979, including 3 years as District President, I was never told what teaching methods to use but was free to "follow the inspiration of the Lord." I was never given teaching outlines or manuals for doing missionary work, nor invited to a "missionary meeting,"  except the one mentioned next-- OF GREAT HISTORICAL IMPORTANCE--already mentioned in item #11, but repeated here for good understanding:  
At the beginning of President Glade's mission--1970 to 1973, he invited me to the Mission Home to make an all morning presentation to the missionaries working with Indians, explaining how they could be more effective.  After I was finished,  President Glade admitted, for incomprehensible reasons,  that they couldn't do as I was suggesting, and said to me, 
"You be our Indian Mission.  Find a way to make it work!"    
With the guidance of the Lord, we did exactly that.

ADDITIONAL NOTE:  It was all very simple and basic, similar to what I  suggested to the Ecuador Mission, explained in #18, which they did apply helping them in just one year move from being "spit on, stoned and thrown in jail,"  to become the leading Lamanite mission in the Church

17.  THE EXTENSION OF OUR WORK TO THE POLOCHIC--  It is a lush  tropical valley southwest of Coban, accessible by a dirt road that very quickly switchbacks down 4,500 ft. from the mountainous Valparaiso/Coban area to this near sea level valley that touches very large Lake Izabal that leads to the Caribbean-where the Good Life Method  was tested among strangers with whom I had no influence, and it worked like a charm  beginning important work in the remote Chulac Cooperative Plantation, including the eventual emergency building of a temporary chapel. 
The trip from Valparaiso to Chulac took 5 hours in 4 x 4 vehicles, and from there two hours to also   work in the Municipality of Senahu, plus an 18 month development program at the Church of the Prince of  Peace in Sacsuha and Santa Maria Actela,  which culminated in 260 copies of the Indian's original Sacred Book being requested by the Indian congregations, and distributed, all paid for by the Indians. 
In mid-1977 I called for the first time in Guatemala Full-time/short term native missionaries. The first two were Pablo "Pedrito" Cal, and Crisanto Chiquin, seen to the right,  both my Vocational Students. They were to serve for 3 months with my support.  They were sent to nearby San Cristobal Verapaz to team up with the two full-time missionaries, doubling the missionary force there, and having with each pair a Poqomchi/Maya native speaker.

Pedrito became a companion to Elder Oscar Delgado, living at Pension owned by my friend, Neri Ruiz, who was Manager of the Chulac Cooperative Plantation, 5 hours distant on rough roads in the Polochic area.  One day the 5 native Kekchi/Mayan Directors of the Cooperative made the long trip to visit Mr. Ruiz.  He introduced them to the two missionaries and they went into the missionary's room to talk. 
In Elder Delgado's words, "We talked to them as President Andersen does," using the Good Life Method.  Pedrito, who was converted through this method to the restored gospel and the BOOK OF MORMON, as the Indian's original Sacred Book, did most of the presentation.  The five directors of the cooperative returned to Chulac each carrying a copy of the book.
Interestingly the 5 directors were also the Catechists that led the Mass in the Catholic Church each Sunday, and the next Sunday, after giving the Mass, they introduced to the congregation the BOOK OF MORMON as their "original sacred book that had been lost anciently, but now found!"  and preached from it, beginning a religious revolution among the 2,000 native residents of the plantation that would eventually spread to the entire Polochic Area of the country.
A few days later I was visited by Mr. Ruiz who told me what was going on at Chulac and suggested I make a quick trip to the isolated area.  
On a Friday the first trip was made, taking with me one of my Kekchi Vocational Students, Miguel Chub, as my translator, and two missionaries--Elders Delgado and Bringhurst and we met with a large group of Indians in a warehouse where we used a slide projector to present to them the initial Good Life lesson.  The reaction was total acceptance and we agreed to return two weeks later.
I began calling for the first time in Guatemala District Welfare Service missionaries as my team, who were:  My vocational student from the Tanchi Village,  Miguel Chub, as translator,  and 72 year old Gustavo Ramirez, seen below as an "itinerant  dentist," working with me as a team, my job doing the medical treatments among the many sick.  
On our 3rd trip to Chulac--this time on a Sunday, the 5 catechists wanted us to take charge of the meeting.  I suggested they do the Mass, then turn the meeting over to us.  Elder Bringhurst who was proficient in Q'eqchi',   asked for my suggestion what he should say.  I suggested he do "as Ammon did anciently,"" which he did and at the end of his sermon he asked how many accepted their newly found Sacred Book and would be baptized. Four hundred hands were raised high.  We ended the meeting with our group singing in the dialect and in Spanish, I AM A CHILD OF GOD.  Our group: Gustavo, Miguel Chub, Miguel Max, Dean Black, Dr. Bob Blair, several of his kids, and Bringhurst and companion.  
Gustavo is seen above, and above him the group coming out of the Catholic chapel after our successful meeting with them;  then a group on the patio near the central house  watching the movie, TEN COMMANDMENTS, 

Later I called Judith Ovalle, and my daughter, Cristina Andersen, as District Welfare Service missionaries, and they became part of our team for the weekends of intense activity at Chulac, at Senahu, and then at the Sacsuha Church of the Prince of Peace down in the Polochic Valley, pictured below.       Another "first" was following the dictates of the Spirit and creating  a simplified combined meeting schedule  (when such didn't exist yet in the Church)  to make possible my team helping in Chulac, beginning with Sunday School, then dividing for the classes, which were:  Priesthood looking forward with me and translators;  Relief Society, looking backward with Judith; and Primary, in the shade of trees with Cristina; Then back to the chapel, seen two pictures below,  for Sacrament Meeting. 

Above we see the temporary chapel built quickly at Chulac with a team of volunteers from the Valparaiso Cooperative led by it's President, Miguel Max, who used the cooperatives truck to haul materials from Guatemala City and led his team that worked with the people from Chulac to build the chapel and keep the work going.

We also see the Foundation's Dodge Power Wagon.

From Chulac we then traveled 2 hours to Senahu, to repeat the process.  After Senahu, we would go down out of the mountains to Sacsuha where I was invited to preach in evening meetings every two weeks for 18 months with an average of 600 in attendance--as seen below.
At the Church of the Prince of Peace I had introduced myself as the Director of the Foundation for Indian Development and their brother,  resulting in me being invited to preach and working there for 18 months in many activities.  
A Guatemalan Mission counselor, and the General Authority over our area, hearing what was going on ordered me to announce myself as an LDS Church representative and to tell them to stop using the guitar and bass fiddle for their singing, and stop clapping in unison with the singing, but that would have ended the effort, so I insisted on making that visit as their "brother & representative of the Foundation"--using very carefully the Good Life Method  and when they were all asking for their original Sacred Book, 200 copies were distributed among them.  
They then took us to another chapel up in the mountains at Santa Maria Actela, where our friends from Sacsuha had already prepared the way and in a meeting with 160 in attendance, 60 more books were distributed, and I was asked to then give blessings to babies, children and some old folks.  It continued for around an hour,  one after another in a great spiritual banquet of love and faith.  
Note:   Gustavo was also teaching me Q'eqchi'  and it was to begin that meeting in Santa Maria Actela that I gave my first prayer in the dialect. 
Out of that great two-year adventure-- in the remote Polochic area,  I was reprimanded by Elder Bradford for getting the Church work going in such a remote area as  I was told, it would be a great financial burden for the Church to continue with it.  
Interpretations and misinformation from people who couldn't understand why someone like me would be living and working in such remote areas, made life continually interesting.  For them, something just didn't seem right since it wasn't something they would have done.
Backing up for a moment to the beginning, after getting the work going there for a couple of months, I was invited to make a trip to Ecuador with Dr. Blair to continue advising them in their work with Indians, explained in item #18.  Then it was time for the family's yearly Fall months in the U.S.  I explained to the missionaries  how to continue the Good Life Method, leaving them a generator, proyector, film strips, etc. on their sporadic visits to the area,  but during that period the work almost died.  

On my return, I went to work, and a missionary commented how my visits seemed to have the investigors come alive again, and soon--in December we had the first baptism reported in the 
Church magazine.  The effort was given increased impetus with native District Missionaries, the first two--Jorge Choc, and Rafael Maas--seen on the right,  who in their confirmation, were also ordained to the Priesthood and set apart as the first two District Missionaries and continued with increased enthusiasm what they had already been doing using the GOOD LIFE METHOD. 

The only slowdown was about a year after beginning when full-time missionaries were sent to live and work there, which had the members at Chulac backing off a bit wondering, "Aren't the leaders pleased with our efforts to convert our own people?"  It wasn't easy to get them back in gear, but finally all went forward.  One missionary who helped baptize many from there commented how he had "baptized a whole bunch of people, but not taught any of them."  They had been taught by native district missionaries using the Good Life Method.

Eventually, 18 months after beginning,  I organized in April 1979 a branch there with 160 members, and another at Senahu. See further along what came out of the effort.

Back to 1977-78

 Here we see in 1977  the family of Rafael Maas, one of the two first District Missionaries pictured previously. His oldest son Juan Carlos is seen here with his mother and siblings. 

Below he is seen again--in a minute you'll see why I focus on him.

Oh, and I should add that 11 years later I was visited by friends from  Chulac requesting that we help them build a school. For all those years no education was available and for some reason, the Church couldn't help.  Many adults still didn't know how to read and write, and the one school was so far away that their children weren't getting an education.  During my 18 months of working at Chulac we had helped them build many family outhouses (there had been none when we started)--but no one had helped them build anymore--a witness against those who should have helped them blossom.

So from 1990-93 a whole bunch of trips were made again building a school in the Seococ Village of Chulac, you see to the right, and then employing a teacher until the Ministry of Education took charge. Juan Carlos Maas, pictured above was a student at this school.

During that period, we learned of another school on the other side of the mountain in the Sajonte  Village where Santiago Ical was heroically struggling to teach the children but with no wage, he was at his extremities.  

We began paying him a wage, helped remodel the school, build furniture, and in the end left with Santiago a generator, TV, VCR and educational videos.  Finally, the Ministry of Education also accepted our request to take charge of the school and pay Santiago.   The school is seen in the picture to the right. 
Santiago, by the way,  was so outstanding he became my representative at the huge Chulac Cooperative Plantation, with 2,000 native residents. 

Chulac had been developed many years before by Germans as a coffee plantation when they had to take to the area machinery, piece by piece on mules following the mountain trails, carving out of the wilderness a touch of civilization, but at the time of World War II, Germans became suspect with plantations being confiscated by the government, Germans either sent back to Germany, or to concentration camps in the U.S.  Eventually the government-run plantation was turned into a cooperative with a government-appointed manager.

In 2005 I made my last trip to Chulac to give to the members the only true history of all the beginning years described previously.  This history I kept from the beginning has all the early details of what I call the  
I'll insert a picture of it below.

Here we see those in Church attendance that day holding their HISTORY. It apparently later disappeared as did the original I sent to the LDS Church History Department--of course, I have my copy, and a few years ago another attempt was made to get it to the History Department.

On that visit in 2005 I visited the Sacsuha Church of the Prince of Peace, seen below....quite a contrast in attendance.....

My final act as District President had been to organize the branches at Chulac and in Senahu, then was taken by my brothers from Sacsuha to their other chapel at Santa Maria Actela.

A year or so later, 30 men from Sacsuha, each with a blue covered BOOK OF MORMON in hand, walked into the nearby town at La Tinta, and knocked on the door of the Mormon chapel there. The missionaries opened the door and were flabbergasted to see 30 Indian men each with a blue covered book in hand.  They asked the missionaries to help them understand their book.  Out of that 2nd chapter in their history, evolved the Sacsuha LDS branch, that for a time had the largest chapel in the Polochic area, seen below.  
 It is now the headquarters of the LDS SACSUHA DISTRICT  that includes 6 branches of the LDS Church. Recently I heard a projection that the next stake organized in the Coban Mission will be at Sacshu--40 years after having culminated my effort preparing the Church of the Prince of Peace with the Good Life Method and distributing among them 200 copies 
of the Book of Mormon.

During the 3 year period as District President, more than 400 copies of the BOOK of MORMON were distributed just in the Chulac-Senahu-Church of the Prince of Peace--Sacsuha area, with many more in the other areas of the LDS District.  Today for the LDS Church in the Polochic Area there are two Districts:  One the SACSUJA District with 6 branches, and the other, the El Estor District,  but also two Stakes and many thousands of LDS members as explained below.

In the entire Alta Verapaz District area--kept alive for a number of years by the persecuted and misunderstood LDS Group at Valparaiso--there are today, May 5, 2019:  6 Districts, 4 Stakes, and one Mission. 
Seen below:

The Senahu Stake Choir
  May 5, 2019
   I'll insert a few pictures from the event.

FASCINATING NOTE:  The Chulac Plantation is part of the rural, very mountainous area where is found the Municipality of Senahu, with trails through the rough mountains connecting the two.  On the roads, from Chulac we had to drive down into the Polochic Valley, then east to La Tinta, and from there climb back up into the mountains to Senahu--a 2 hour trip on rough roads.  
Interestingly this single remote municipality now has TWO STAKES that all began with a young vocational student at the Valparaiso CID called as the 1st Guatemalan full-time, short term missionary using the teaching method called The Good Life, based on the Philosophy & Principles of the Good Life-- to introduce to Indian leaders their anciently lost Sacred Book. See item #3.

At the time  of my last trip in 2005, I took a picture, seen below,  of Rafael Maas, his wife, and his oldest son, Juan Carlos, who had recently returned from an LDS mission.  

He was soon called as the President of the Chulac District that included 6 branches in the Chulac area.

 Juan Carlos Maas is now, 14 years later,
 STAKE PRESIDENT JUAN CARLOS MAAS. In 1993, as a child, he was a student in the Seococ School we built.

The two counselors are, Carlos Anibal Maquin Xo, and 
Oswaldo Ico Maquin who  were  students in the Sajonte school the Foundation aided back in those early days, an area that we always described as
This begs the question:  What might have developed with these 3--now men, if in their childhood the Foundation had not helped them get an education?
It goes without saying that without the cooperation of the Foundation and its donors that provided 4x4 vehicles, generators, projection equipment, medicines, construction of a temporary chapel, and of schools and paying teacher's wages until the Ministry of Education took over, etc.  the history would be vastly different, so you all have my profound gratitude for making the "best missionary experience of my life" possible, followed years later with an even longer period helping them with education.
However, it saddens me to say that it was deeply disheartening for my father--who gave his all,  to never have the Foundation recognized or thanked by the Church for its key cooperation in making such things possible.   He could never understand that, as well as it being very confusing for my entire family and many others.  It all seemed to be related to what I have described in several places in this FINAL REPORT as the greatest challenge we faced over more than 50 years:
"A spirit of competition and contention, 
rather than one of cooperation & gratitude." 
NOTE:  More about 76-year-old Gustavo Ramirez: At the beginning of the Chulac adventure, he wasn't even a member of the Church--yet receptive, but as my translator & teacher,  he soon came to be a real believer and a convert along with his very young wife, 27-year-old Rose Mary.  

During that period we also had some of the greatest adventures guided by him into the jungles to the north in motorized dugout canoes going down the River of Passion (Rio de la Pasion), and up the Machaquila River where he had a property. We were accompanied by my boys David and Richard, along with Carl Jacob and Miguel Max--who was the first to introduce to the Q'eqchi'  of that area their original Sacred Book. The pictures are of my son Richard "Dito" with one of the fish we caught.  On one of those risky trips my 9.5 HP Evinrude outboard motor was ruined, that literally "left us up the creek with no paddle!"   

Once we struggled back to civilization, I had no choice but to replace it, but with a 15 HP Evinrude, more capable of helping us escape the country down the Chixoy River ....if needed--mentioned at the end of  #32, just before CONCLUSIONS.

In 1976 the missionary son, Elder Blair,  of the Foundation's then Executive Director, Dr. Robert Blair, linguist professor at BYU, wrote me detailing their struggle to begin missionary work among the Indians--getting spit on, stoned, and even put in jail.  He asked for an explanation of our successful methods, which I described to him in a long letter. 

 Elder Blair seen above was involved in applying some of my suggestions, one being to call native missionaries & relaxing the dress restrictions being quite obvious in the picture below.

 A year later Bob Blair excitedly showed me an Ecuadoran Mission newsletter describing how the Mission had become in just one year the leading Lamanite mission for the Church in all of the Americas and had highlighted throughout, with a red pencil,  what he believed was our influence.  Consequently, the Mission President requested we make a visit and share our experiences to see if they couldn't glean a few ideas on how to proceed.
That resulted in Dr. Blair and me in late August 1977  making a visit to Ecuador, putting on firesides in Otovalo for the missionaries there, in the home of the leading Indian leader, and then in the Mission Home for all the missionaries in the Quito area.  

Seen above is what we called "the handshake of the revolution" -- a spiritual and peaceful one --the meaning:  Fingers pointing at each other:  
"You and I are brothers & sisters, and together  [thumbs joined pointing upward] -- we will rise up and blossom."
The Mission President was profuse in thanking us as he took us to the airport. This is important as you will see a very strange reversal, explained next.
There is an epilogue to this happy ending. I didn't learn about it until 6 years later in 1983, after my father's passing, when I found a tragic letter in the Foundation's files that he and Dr. Blair, the Executive Director at that time, didn't want to let me know about.  
In the Fall of that year, after the trip to Ecuador, Dr. Blair printed a simple report of the successful trip in the Foundation's newsletter--Fall 1977.  Then erupted the ADOPTION SCANDAL explained in Item #20, for which I was blamed.  That, and Dr. Blair mentioning our effort to help in Ecuador prompted a Leader from Salt Lake  to instruct the Ecuadoran LDS Mission President to write the Foundation and deny he had invited us, and make clear that we had nothing to do with the success they had experienced.   Both Dr. Blair and my father were so happy with our work making important contributions, but then they both were devastated by the letter insisting nothing had been contributed, and they were silent with me.   
19.  AT THE Brigham Young University 1977 HOMECOMING  BANQUET I WAS  PRESENTED THE BYU DISTINGUISHED SERVICE AWARD, for which the Foundation and its donors deserve most of the credit, as it was out of the cooperation and generosity of all that achievements had been accomplished.   It was jokingly said afterward that I was: 
 "the youngest, least educated, and poorest to ever receive the award, as well as the most likely to never repeat!" 

Prior to the Alumni Banquet in 1977 I was invited to participate  at:
BYU's Education Week  
They wanted me to talk about our experience of to that point 10 years  in Guatemala, which event is worth including as this part of our history.

It was in one of those amphitheater-like lecture rooms-- quite well attended, when a physician expressed serious concerns about me and my 10-year-old daughter, Julie, doing all kinds of medical treatments--in the U.S. reserved only for doctors.  
I carefully explained that there were no medical services available and if we didn't do what we could, many would have died.  Then added, "I even did an emergency hernia surgery!"  The Dr. really starting to  get fidgety,  but I went on, 
"I had no choice but to do my best.  I got the supplies I needed-- as all of that was available then at the pharmacies.  We strapped the patient down, and I went to work putting the patient to sleep, and using local anesthesia started cutting, and exploring what seemed like the best way to solve the problem.  Then sewed up the incision, and administered antibiotics to prevent infection.  I then had to make a quick trip somewhere, and on thinking about what I did, realized I had done it wrong, so on my return--repeated the surgery, and felt good about the correction.  But a day or so later, thinking about it, I understood better the physiology and concluded I had still done it wrong.  So repeated the surgery the 3rd time!"  You could have heard a pin drop as I described the ordeal, the Dr., of course, red with rage wanted to explode--but I went on.  "I finally had done it right, and over a 30 day recovery period, all seemed good--then on the 31st day, the hernia ballooned out again!  So, with heartfelt pity for my patient, I pulled  out my .45 pistol and shot the patient and ate the pig!"  
It took a few seconds for the stunned group to realize what had happened, and they then burst into laughter--except for the physician!

20.  THE INTERNATIONAL BABY SMUGGLING SCANDAL --In early 1977 LDS Mission President John O'Donnal and his wife, Carmen, invited us to make a trip to Guatemala City and meet with them at the Mission Home.  There they asked us to take over an adoption project  they had been doing for several years in partnership with Carmen's sister, and Children's House International from Salt Lake.  I explained I was too busy, but Maria volunteered to do it.  I became her taxi driver--which is important to remember, as you will see Maria helping their project. 

The O'Donnals explained the procedure, using Carmen's cousin who was a lawyer.  We assumed everything was legal--how could it have been anything else coming from Leaders?  So Maria went to work with the help of Hortensia de Ovalle from Coban who would locate needy babies.  Several were processed and in one case a representative of CHI, ex-mission president, Harvey Glade, came to take the baby back to the U.S.

Soon a glitch occurred when a mother left her baby with Maria and then disappeared before legal papers could be signed.  The O'Donnals suggested to Maria a maneuver they had used, finding a woman and paying her to say she was the mother--of course which was illegal.  We respectfully listened to their advice, and thanked them, but refused to do it. THIS IS IMPORTANT TO REMEMBER AS YOU WILL NOTE ON SEEING HOW THE WHOLE "WORTHY PROJECT"  ENDED. 
Right after the Ecuador trip explained in item #18, while we were on vacation in the U.S.,  with Carl Jacob filling in for Maria, he and Sister Ovalle were arrested by the police and thrown in jail, and eventually transferred to the Federal Prison--El Pavon.  We were headline news in Guatemala for at least 5-6 days:  
FIRST DAY:  Jacob and Ovalle, in jail for "International Baby Smuggling."   
SECOND DAY: after raiding Jacob's house and finding Foundation literature, headlines were, "Cordell Andersen, Director of the Foundation for Indian Development, the Ringleader, Just Escaped the Country & Sought by the FBI in the U.S.!"  
I was called and warned by an acquaintance and newspaper reporter to not return to the country as there was a warrant for my arrest at the borders and at the airport. 
Hearing that supposedly the FBI was after me, I called the Salt Lake City office of the FBI told them they were supposed to be looking for me--which they knew nothing about.  So a meeting was arranged and I had a session with several agents telling them what was being reported as headline news in Guatemala and what the truth of the matter was.  They thought it was all pretty funny, and commented that such ridiculous "scandals"  were common in Latin America.  They contacted the U.S. Embassy in Guatemala to give them their report and that they knew where to find me if there was any need.  
THIRD DAY:  "Valparaiso raided by Judicial Police: Manager,  Miguel Max, and Supervisor of the Central House, Florencia Rivas, captured and in Jail."  
FOURTH DAY:  now in El Pavon--the Federal Penitentiary,  Ovalle panicked and said the Mormon Mission President had started the effort, so headlines became, "LDS Church a partner with the Foundation in Baby Smuggling Ring!"  The O'Donnals had been told to go into hiding and say nothing.  The lawyer was in Europe and was advised not to return.  Sister Jacob contacted the O'Donnals and begged them to come forward, tell the truth and get innocent people out of jail, but they refused.
Catholic nuns and priests, hearing the LDS Church was involved, circulated rumors in the rural villages that ballooned out of control indicating "LDS missionaries seeking babies sent to the U.S. by the Foundation to be turned into soap!"  Missionaries were consequently run out of rural areas at machete point.
FIFTH DAY:  Enrique Rittscher, LDS Regional Representative, was ordered to pay for a page in the newspaper, deny the Church had anything to do with it, and blame it all on me.  He resisted-- yes saying the Church wasn't involved, but about me--advised people to wait until the matter was investigated before judging me and the Foundation.  He knew me, was an honest man and a true friend.
In the meantime, through the newspaperman, I employed a lawyer, and, in addition to paying him a hefty fee, sent him $5,000 which he distributed among the right people and after two weeks Jacob and Ovalle were released and the warrant for my arrest lifted.

The O'Donnals and Children House International had apparently never complied with the laws to acquire authorization for such work in the country and Maria & team--including the taxi driver--me, walked into an ambush and have suffered since in many ways.  Neither the O'Donnals, nor Children's House International, ever accepted responsibility, nor helped with the thousands of dollars spent.  Such a giant scandal was never even mentioned in O'Donnals published autobiography, along with many other matters of crucial historical importance.
In January of 1978 I had a visit with the Mission President and  asked him why he hadn't come forward to tell the truth  so innocent people wouldn't suffer, he replied, "I couldn't risk being put in jail!"  I immediately remembered the story of Les Miserables and Jon Val John--most will get that point as it deals with a truly honest man.  
By the end of the conversation O'Donnal was denying he and wife ever had anything to do with adoptions, much less had asked us to do it for them. Strange...something seriously wrong--soon to be repeated, but even worse.  
NOTE:  This occurred just after a period at years end (1977) when it was reported to me later that President O'Donnal had experienced in December 1977 a nervous breakdown and the supervising General Authority had to take over the Mission for a couple of weeks.  The health problem stemmed seemingly from O'Donnal early in the year  at a Mission President's Seminar in Mexico City,  predicting, in his words, "I was inspired to say we would have 5,000 baptisms for the year."  
But as the year progressed it wasn't happening, and more and more pressure was put on the missionaries--which seemed to make it worse.   In September the only baptisms in the mission were from Valparaiso. By year's end, the Mission total was only 667, about half of them from the Alta Verapaz District area using the Good Life Method, which O'Donnal had opposed. 
He apparently had a hard time coping with his failed "inspired" prediction.  Additionally, for whatever reasons, he had to make sure the leaders blamed the adoption scandal all on us.   All of that had to also create in his mind some serious mental health problems.  Yet.....things got worse rather than better as.....                                            
.......A couple of months later at the time of the open-air Conference seen to the right--again (item #16), in a private visit with O'Donnal present, I was threatened by  General Authority Bradford with excommunication "because of your illegal adoption work that destroyed missionary work in many areas!"   I told the truth, with O'Donnal, refusing to look me in the eye, but when he was asked--he nodded his head agreeing that my recounting was correct.  That was followed by another threat of excommunication and accusation of having "built a chapel at Chulac without authorization," followed by me telling the truth again, and O'Donnal, staring at the floor, admitted the story he had promoted among the Leaders was false.  How could a General Authority accept being told such lies and the teller not suffer Church sanctions?  

Nevertheless, the next night--even though I didn't learn about it until a week later when several missionaries (and also people from Chulac) shared with me the shocking news--- that those same false stories  were  repeated by the same Leaders in a Missionary Meeting for Alta Verapaz full-time missionaries. Additionally, they were told, "the Good Life Method has been presented  to the General Authorities 3 times and rejected."   
This was very confusing for the missionaries who were experiencing a lot of success with the method--BOOK of MORMONS through the method  being accepted seemingly everywhere by the Indians as their lost Sacred Book, anciently lost but now found,  for example at Chulac, Senahu, Sacsuha and elsewhere--and several of them a week later confiding in me what had happened with mistruths told among the missionaries, and even repeated to the members at Chulac.  Knowing the truth, how could they go ahead and propagate total lies among the missionaries concerning their District President?  Again I couldn't avoid thinking, "Something is seriously wrong!" 
Note:  Two days after the missionary meeting--when I knew nothing about said  meeting--  in a long all day visit--while making a 10 hour round trip to Chulac, the General Authority learned from me what the Good Life Method was.  He was very silent, I believe, as he realized he hadn't even known what the Good Life Method was, much less had it been presented to and rejected by Church Leaders.  Shouldn't a just religious leader take steps to rectify such serious "false testimony?"  How would the heavens react to such leaders?   
Apparently, the false stories were also disseminated widely in the U.S. and were believed--as 18 months later I was accused of the same by a Leader in Salt Lake City--the same Leader who had ordered the Ecuadorian Mission President to deny he had invited us, and that we had been of influence in the mission's success with the Indians.   Likely it is still believed by some to this day.

In complete contrast to those of my religious community who were sadly quick to judge and condemn me for the adoption scandal, prominent people from the Tactic-Coban area, like the previous owner of the dairy, an important dairyman from Tactic, and a newspaperman from Coban, all from the beginning of the scandal made it clear they didn't believe what was in the national news media about me, all calling it "yellow journalism," and defended me at every turn as an "honest man who would never have been involved in illegal adoptions!"      
The quick condemnation from "my brothers,"  who should have defended me, I'm just not capable of understanding but had me often thinking, "They are not guided by the Lord. Something is wrong!"  Apparently, the Leaders, with giant responsibilities, had to depend on what they were told which they believed and harmful decisions were made and are still being made.  
The whole series of unjust actions was depressing, to say the least, and a friend from the U.S. visiting, who knew about the confusion and war of criticism against us wondered why I continued in my Church calling.
I explained to him that my faith in the Gospel of Jesus Christ was heavenly based, and a multitude of people depended on me.  I couldn't let all of  that injustice  hurt them, so  rather than whining about it, I accepted these confusing developments as the fulfillment of "last days prophecies" that there would even be some injustice and deception "among the elect" and then I left in the hands of the Lord the prophecied "setting in order of the House of God,"  (Doctrine & Covenants 85:7), and I hit the reset button,  focused on serving the Lord and His "little ones," and doubled my efforts as  District President serving for another 14 months the people of my district as reported in items #16 and #17. 

 My final act as District President was to organize  branches in Chulac and Senahu, then as the Foundation's director, and as a "brother,"  was taken by my brothers from Sacsuha to visit the Church of the Prince of Peace in   Santa Maria Actela--way up in the mountains.  
It was a meeting similar to the above picture
That was the meeting with 160 in attendance where I gave my first and the last prayer in the dialect to open the meeting and then gave them the Good Life lessons, using a special set of slides.  Their acceptance was overwhelming resulting in them asking for their now found Sacred Book, and us distributing 60 copies of the BOOK OF MORMON--which they insisted on paying for, and  then giving requested blessings for over an hour to babies, children and some old folks--one after another  in a great spiritual banquet.  It was a wonderful way to complete my 3 years as District President, and 12 years as a "local missionary."  
Then to avoid further conflicts between Leaders, and missionaries--I  requested my release.  In a meeting with Brother Bradford and President O'Donnal, I was offered reimbursement from the Church for my travel expenditures for over 3 years.  I replied I wanted nothing, the expenditures, along with my time being my contribution to the work of the Lord.
But they insisted I tell them what my expenditures had been.  Not counting one 4x4 pickup I wore out or maintenance costs--just gasoline, I replied $5,600, to which I was blindsided with the accusation of trying to exploit the Church.  I reminded them I was asking for nothing, but if they insisted on giving me something they could decide how much, but that I would donate it to the Foundation.  They decided to give me $2,800, which check a day later I sent as a donation to the Foundation in Provo, Utah.  
I had already decided I just wasn't cut out to be a good politician, nor able to cope well with such very confusing   challenges described  throughout this report as:
"A spirit of competition  & contention rather than one of cooperation, and gratitude."
Now, let's get back to a more understandable and fun history.

21.  "THE GREATEST SOCCER TOURNAMENT OF MY LIFE" .......when in 1980 our team, called "The Lamanite Youth--La Juventud Lamanita," was invited to participate in a regional tournament, with the agreement they wouldn't be required to play on Sundays.  But,  as our youthful team was winning, and winning, the "Committee" decided they had to stop us and required them to play one Sunday.
Our team stuck to their principles and didn't show up, so the Committee had us forfeiting the game. The next day the team and many supporters showed up at the Municipality  to protest, so the Committee agreed to have them play that game the next Saturday at 9:00 AM, but we also had a game at 11:00 and we weren't permitted to rest in between--the committee was determined to have us lose at least the 2nd game, and be eliminated. 
Our youth won anyway--both games, and went on undefeated with the Championship game against Holanda--a team organized by,   "The Tico,"  their goalkeeper and a onetime professional soccer player from Costa Rica--his team made up of his mature truckers and assistants.  The game came on Sept. 15th--Independence Day in Guatemala.
Prior to that game the  Tico and his team were making fun of our youthful team, but our guys played with incredible passion and won
 2-0.  In the 9 game tournament, we scored a total of 38 goals to 3 for the opposition.  I've never seen anything that even comes close to equaling the Valparaiso team's performance. 

In the beginning at Valparaiso, there wasn't even a soccer field, but we carved one out of the "Colony'" area, and later established one of  official size in the very center of Valparaiso, which was  the "last line of defense"  in the Ancient City of Valparaisosurrounded by fortification trenches.  
Gradually our kids learned and became champions in more ways than one.
I have that trophy in Utah, and before it's all over, I've got to return it to Valparaiso to remind them always of that AMAZING EVENT.

My son, David, was there for the summer and until he had to return to continue his education in Provo, Utah,  was tied with Anibal Gonzalez in goals.  Also, for the championship game, my son,  Richard "Dito,"  who had just turned 14,  was also on the team.  

Both Dave and "Dito" went on together to become All-State soccer players in Utah. 

I'm obviously very proud of them, and our entire team at Valparaiso.

22. 1980:  ESTABLISHMENT OF THE VALPARAISO COMMUNITY aiding each of the 39 original families to own their own land and live in their own homes, as well as doing the same for the families of all of my full-time workers who originally were my vocational students. This included building homes for three widows, and later for two more.

Later the LDS Church purchased properties I had donated to 5 Indian families and constructed a beautiful chapel complex that dominates the Valparaiso Community.   

Initially, I ran a water line to the community, but it wasn't adequate for so many families, so  I helped them create a potable water system with a water line coming from 2 miles up in the mountains.  After selling the plantation I  was often invited to put on firesides in the homes of my brothers and sisters, and medical help was also given.
Below, we are seeing the community from the east above the highway.

Below we are seeing the community from the west, zooming in from 
what was the Central House

In these pictures, it is obvious that all the homes have electricity which was mostly achieved by the community organizing and working together, but at one point they had to take their meters for calibration all the way to Zacapa--200 kms. to the southeast.  They borrowed my diesel GMC work vehicle.  The driver was Jose Caal, who for several years I continued to employ as my carpenter.  On that trip along the Atlantic highway, there was an awful accident, Jose ending up in the hospital. The other six, including Mauricio, we see on the right below were injured, but alive.  The truck was obviously in bad shape and cost me $5,500 (Q.40,000) to repair, but it was never the same.  So, I obviously made a good-sized contribution to them getting electricity installed in the entire community, including in the Mormon chapel, constructed a few years later, which you see high on the hill dominating the community.

The 160 lives saved through thousands of medical treatments, and teaching of preventive medicine, in the first years, included from every family someone:  grandparents,  a mother, a  father, or both and children, all saved from death--without which the Valparaiso Community wouldn't exist today.
In the early days of the new century, the youth contacted me and wanted me to help them understand their history.  So I went to work and created a 43-page photographic history with 275 photos, and sent them a few copies.  Below is seen the cover page of the booklet.

Below, is one group gathered in the Mormon chapel, the missionaries providing a digital projector with which they were shown their history.

In February 2017 Garth Norman and I visited the Valparaiso Community and had a meeting with the people and talked to them about the Ancient City of Izapa, and it's connection to the Ancient Fortified City of Valparaiso. Up on the wall, they had a display,  a picture of which I'll insert below, showing still a good relationship with the people as brothers and sisters to whom I dedicated a good portion of my life.

23.  IN 1981-82 REPRESENTING AYUDA INC. I RE-ORGANIZED A CREDIT CO-OP IN PATZICIA, among LDS men, and established strict accounting procedures........Daniel Noorlander had financed the organization, if I recall, with $5,000 seed money.

....then I began teaching the Philosophy & Principles of the Good Life.......continuing from where  my previous effort had been interrupted by the Great Earthquake of 1976.....

..........and as I was teaching, learned that most of the children of the Cooperative (and branch)  were not attending school, so developed an educational program helping 34 Indian children, seen below,  to begin studying--providing each with $10/month for education expenses.
But, for some strange reason, some of the remaining people in the AYUDA organization in the U.S. objected to me teaching the PHILOSOPHY & PRINCIPLES OF THE GOOD LIFE, saying only "the LDS Church had a right to teach such,"  and the relationship eventually cooled.
That led to an invitation by one of the members to visit the JOHN PAUL II SCHOOL. It was a school started by Indian parents after the 1976 Earthquake when government schools were all closed and their children weren't getting an education.  They had the help of a Catholic Priest, who was able to get financial help from WORLD VISION, a Protestant organization.  The private school fascinated me as it had a Catholic name, spearheaded by a Catholic Priest, supported financially by a Protestant organization, but directed by a Parent's Committee made up of Mormons.  
But World Vision required them to have a BIBLE Class each Friday given by a Pastor.  The Catholic and Mormon parents didn't like that, and World Vision didn't either as in 5 years they hadn't converted anyone!  So World Vision was beginning to cancel out its support and me and the Foundation for Indian Development took over and saved the school--reported in item #26. 

... in Guerrilla territory,  and when AYUDA disappeared due to the guerrilla war threat, we kept alive the projects in Cunen, one of my traveling movie towns,  for 10 years--involving 10  neighborhood pre-schools, the finishing of the library construction, and operating a Dental Clinic., all projects initially started by Jim Penrod, wife Aurora and their children who spent 18 months there getting it started, under the supervision of Drs. Melvin Lyman, Harris Done and others.   Aurora was Maria's cousin, with whom she had been raised in Tierra Blanca, Veracruz, Mexico.

25.  FOR A WEEK OR SO--BACK TO  THE SPIRIT OF  CINE CHAPINLANDIA--We were the first in the country to rent a 16mm. version of THE TEN COMMANDMENTS  and in one week or so of non-stop travel all over the country showed it to  10,000 people, from the Chulac & Valparaiso Plantations, the Saxsuja Church of the Prince of Peace in the Polochic Valley, Alcoholics Anonymous in San Cristobal Verapaz, Mother Teresa's Project and the LDS Guatemala City Stake in Guatemala City, the Patzicia LDS branch in Patzicia in the Central Highlands, and last, the Federal Penitentiary--EL PAVON, where all of a sudden I was showing a movie about escaping captivity to more than a thousand inmates, seen in the two pictures  lower right.  
We're missing Patzicia, & Alcoholics Anonymous--but it was a frantic 8-10 days, 
yet extremely satisfying
The end of Cine Chapinlandia, didn't mean the end of using educational and commercial movies--which eventually became also making our own educational videos,  to teach, entertain, and cultivate friends in all kinds of places, like:  Chapels of the LDS Church,  and other churches, like, the Prince of Peace in Saxsuja, and plantations as seen above, plus at jailshospitals, many schools, Cooperatives, many groups in homes & communal halls in village areas, in the Army Base in Coban, in public parks,  even using the white wall of the Catholic Church in San Cristobal where over 1,000 would gather. 

26.  FOR 32 YEARS OPERATED IN PATZICIA A PRIVATE SCHOOL BASED ON THE PHILOSOPHY & PRINCIPLES OF THE GOOD LIFE, with approximately 1,600 graduates, many who went on to become doctors, lawyers, accountants, teachers, veterinarians,  one mayor, 5 Catholic Priests, one who became a Special Envoy at the Vatican, and Mormon missionaries, and a bishop or two.   The beginning of the school is explained at the end of item #23.   

After the Foundation began supporting the school, we joined with the parents in an effort to build their own school.  A property was acquired by me meeting a promise I had made to come up with the money--which the Foundation didn't have, so I sold 5 old cows for slaughter and the property was purchased.  
At the time of the "groundbreaking" I had promised them the Foundation would have the money to begin the construction, but again the Foundation came up short, but a Q'eqchi'  Indian, Maria del Carmen who had lived with us for years, then in charge of our Store in Coban--had just inherited a little money, and loaned her Cakchiquel cousins $5,000 to get the construction going. Eventually, Toby and George Pingree stepped in to help, and for around 9 years George supported the school.
When the new school was inaugurated, the parents and teachers unveiled the new name of the school--The Andersen School.   

My good friend and brother, Humberto Xicay was Director all those years.


Helping to keep the school going for the last 15 years was a volunteer, MARIO de la CRUZ, who came to help, and we, in turn, helped him get his education. Then, three years ago Mario became our Regional Director, and 
teacher at the Chuluc School described next. 

We, in turn, have helped Mario with a scholarship to pursue his degree as a Lawyer.  He is seen to the left with his family in 2016, and to the right in 2017  their newest addition,  Kenny Julio. 

Both Humberto and Mario have been crucial "supporting actors" in the Foundation's 50-year drama.

27.  IN 1986-87 CONSTRUCTED THE ARIEL & INES ANDERSEN CHULUC VILLAGE SCHOOL,  honoring my parents on their passing--building the school with donations by mom & dad's friends, and admirers as founders.  Then aided it paying one teacher's wage for 30 years, plus many other aid projects, like, building the school kitchen, constructing a potable water system--with a hand dug well 55 meters deep, sanitary facilities with flush toilets and septic tank, installation of electricity in the entire village, school maintenance, etc. --helping it to become a "MODEL RURAL SCHOOL."   
Below is seen at the School, Humberto Xicay, our Director in Patzicia for 30 years, along with Toby Pingree, donor to this work even from before there was a Foundation, and since, along with his brother, Dr. George Pingree,  who made a large donation that supported the Patzicia School shown in item #25  for 10 years.
To the right are seen brick structures protected by cute little thatch roofs.  On top of the structures are marble plaques, very common in such projects, giving credit to those who made possible the project.  One to my parents--seen above,  in whose names the school was built and is known.  The other gives thanks to the many who helped:  The Foundation, the Patzicia Mayor & government, Humberto, and the people of the village.  
Note:  You might have heard there were some people from the U.S. who began the rumors imagining these structures were  altars  where I had taught the Indians "to worship me and parents," even "lighting  candles and burning  incense!"  A handful of key individuals in Utah actually believed the gossip resulting in seriously harming people in Guatemala.   When the Indians heard this they all had a good laugh--except for the ones hurt!

28.  THE CORN IMPROVEMENT PROJECT SHOWING INDIANS HOW TO TAKE THEIR NATIVE VARIETIES & INCREASE THE QUALITY AND YIELDS.  The case in point being native summer corn called VERANERO, with which over 6 years we increased yields from 50 to 650 lbs. per 1/9th acre, with three crops yearly, while doubling its nutritive quality--all with no use of chemicals, rather only natural organic fertilizers & methods available to the Indians.  

The Indians in said  1/9th of an acre had an average of only one plant with two ears.  We began with seed from that plant, crossed it with seed from a superior ear that had the right coloration  and patiently developed seed that produced plants with multiple ears--as seen above on the left, even a growing percentage with 3 and even 4 ears of good size and quality.  Then worked on improving the color and vitamin content from the normal red, to a rich golden yellow, which we proved was a vast improvement in vitamin A content.  Then we worked on improving it so a high percentage of plants would mature in 3-1/2 months rather than the typical 4 months, making possible 3 harvests per year.  Not bad for a "RODEO CLOWN!" 
29.  MY BIGGEST MISTAKE--Just a personal thing --BUT A GREAT SUCCESS -- THE FARM OF THE HOLY MAN--LA FINCA DE NAHUAL GWINAK: Towards the end of 1993 the Valparaiso Plantation was sold, due to a number of critical factors--a primary one explained further along in this section.  In the previous years, we had organized the Valparaiso Community, as described in item #21 so the people would be alright. 
For the first time in my then  26 years of residency in Guatemala, I was in a position to use my 60% share from the sale building my own.....sort of "dream home," using a lot of natural wood to give it a rustic flavor.   First, we bought an 18-acre property near Santa Cruz Verapaz that was 95% planted in coffee.  I wasn't interested in producing coffee but believed I had to maintain the production to continue employing the Indians who had worked there for years.  
In the picture on the right, you can see in the background some of the nearly 18 acres of coffee trees.
If you are shocked that a Mormon would be producing coffee, so was the case with one quite orthodox Mormon visitor.  I was quick to note his concern and told him, "But we grow the decaffeinated variety."   He seemed greatly relieved, not getting my joke.  If this still bothers anybody, maybe you can realize intentions are critical, and mine was that the processors would use my coffee to produce Decaf!   If they didn't, it was their problem.  (still sort of joking)
When I say "we" I'm referring to me, and my five children, from a second marriage,  I would spend the next 20 years raising alone as a Mr. Mom. I had lost their mother, Maria Elena, my 2nd wife, due to complications in her life. 

IMPORTANT HISTORICAL NOTE: Follows is perhaps the last of "The rest of the story"  --  Maria had bailed from our marriage years before--in 1987, never quite finding happiness in the pioneering adventure in Guatemala, and understandably found living celestial marriage difficult (referred to in the previous paragraph), which she initially had accepted. As mentioned above, my relationship with Maria Elena, my 2nd wife, ended due to complications in her life and I ended up with the children.  
Both of these wives had been part of a sincere effort to live what was once called an essential part of "the restoration of the fullness of the gospel."  In 1965 the Lord, in a visionary experience, made it clear to me that I was to live the higher law involving, besides Maria--my wife, another young woman, but I left the matter in the hands of the Lord and soon launched our Guatemalan adventure until many years later when the opportunity to live the law  evolved--the details of which a General Authority briefly seemed to understand, but advised me "Don't tell anyone as they won't understand."  He soon demonstrated his statement true, as he went ahead repeating the confidential story to a number of other leaders, but with a very contorted, distorted and untrue slant with none of them understanding the truth of a very sacred history. 
One exception was necessary with my people at Valparaiso as they had to understand the spiritual basis of what they were witnessing.  So, in a setting not connected to the Church,  they were taught about the higher law and the history in the days of Joseph Smith and the pioneers in Utah when my great grandparents on both sides of the family each were married happily to 3 wives each--which were not lies as they had been told by leaders. Of key importance, they were very carefully taught the conditions and requirements which none of them were in a position to meet. 
I have recently (2018) been told that some leaders in Guatemala are saying I had taught the people at Valparaiso to do likewise--the opposite being the truth. The two we knew about with multiple partners, after my meetings, admitted that what they were doing was not "celestial marriage."  My teaching had one of them repent and go on to achieve important leadership positions in the Church.  Others thanked me for teaching the truth as it saved their faith.
As explained previously, Harold Brown was the rare exception who learned the details and supported me in the brief attempt to do as the Lord had commanded. He was a rare leader who had dealt with the principle on a massive scale in Mexico but perceived my case was different and of divine origin. 
Initially, in our conversation, he had accepted my testimony of a literal revelation, but suggested it had been an "Abrahamic test,"  his belief being I was to show my faithfulness by preparing to comply but in the end not actually doing it--as Abraham had, in the end, not sacrifice his son, but then Brown listened carefully to my explanation.  

I had faithfully gone forward making all the preparations to obey, including having Maria's support and participation but unlike the Abraham experience, the Lord did not intervene to stop me, rather in a divine outpouring of the Spirit, the Lord rather supported me in obeying.  Harold Brown then gave me his support and even volunteered to be a trustee for the Foundation, and persisted with his encouragement until his physical and mental capacities failed him.  

At the time of entering the covenant, I was advised by Maria and a close friend, to keep it quiet, but to be truthful I couldn't do that and soon rumors had me voluntarily going to a High Council trial, in which no evidence was presented against me but I happily  told them the  truth and to not have the Church blamed for what I was doing in my personal life, I requested my name be removed as a member.   But, I persisted being a friend of the Church, similar to the case of Apostle John W. Taylor--excommunicated in 1905 for polygamy.  He continued with his 3 wives, resisted having anything to do with Fundamentalists and died of stomach cancer in 1916.   Forty years later he was reinstated as a member with no need of vicarious baptism, likely as President McKay recognized there had been no transgression as he was simply obeying the Lord in spite of it being against Church policy. 

In my case--in 2010 I was inspired to "attempt to return to Church membership"  which process was initiated at that time and in a letter to the First Presidency I likened my case to that of John W. Taylor, and explained how over all these years I had carefully maintained my faith in Christ and the restored Gospel on my own, even renewing weekly my covenants with the Lord.  I was told it would be a long process, and have carefully kept the faith  doing my best to learn what "the attempt"  was supposed to teach me.    
Sadly, the involvement with plural marriage resulted in being judged, condemned and cruelly shunned--no matter the righteousness of what we tried our best to do.  I'm grateful for the few open-minded friends who persisted over the years, like Ted Packard, Jim Penrod, Hal Poulsen, Toby Pingree, C. Jess Groesbeck, Enrique Rittscher, and especially Harold Brown, and many donors to the Foundation who helped make possible persisting for 50 years. 
Along the way, in 2011, I was contacted by a Church Welfare Service missionary, Irval Mortensen, assigned to do what he could to put together the history of the Church in Central America, and recorded with me 8 hours of conversation, plus photocopying many documents, such as the true History of Chulac/Senahu/Sacsuha, and more.  He organized a Reunion of ex-missionaries from Central America up to 1970, and among others interestingly asked Toby Pingree and me to speak. 
I knew I was standing in front of a group from 300 to 400 that filled a chapel in Bountiful, including many ex-companions and people from Central America who I had brought into the Church and who apparently all knew I was out of the Church, judged me without knowing any of the details and frowned upon me being a speaker, and afterward, Mortensen told me he was, given hell for having invited me. 
I was tempted to mention that an effort had begun to return to the Church, but then thought it best to keep quiet to see if in some positive way I was accepted and embraced as a brother.  I reminded them of my presentation to them in 1966 when many of them were supportive of what I was going to attempt, them saying at that time, "If it works, we'll follow!"  
I told them simply it had worked and they were invited to help, as Toby had done for 42 years. I asked those interested in helping to talk to me afterward.

Toby spoke and also promoted the Foundation's work and encouraged those interested to talk to me afterward.   
The cloud of negativity was palpable, and after it was over I just sat on the front row to see if anyone would come and shake my hand, be a friend and offer to help.  Only two who were sitting next to me and couldn't hardly avoid me--at least shook my hand.  
Soon I was alone in the chapel and I sneaked out to my car--with no fanfare, nor thanks for coming. I drove to a nearby parking lot, prayed and rested before driving alone back to Springville.  As a child and youth I never handled rejection very well, and that night I didn't either, and couldn't help but feel that I wasn't welcome in my Church as genuine brotherly love and concern for--let's say "a lost sheep," was sadly absent in all those who had been my brothers and sisters.  If I had of been an investigator I wouldn't have been impressed, nor encouraged to continue listening to the missionaries.  It was another of those sad, gloomy moments like in 1973 with President Lee, and in 1974 with President Romney.

NOTE:  Today in August 2019 I just saw the movie THE FIGHTING PREACHER, the story of one-time World Middleweight Boxing Champion, Willard Bean, and his wife Rebecca, sent on a mission in 1906 to Palmyra, New York where they for years were rejected, doors slammed in their faces, and judged mercilessly, yet they persisted for 25 years--apparently a record in the LDS Church, until finally having success.  I couldn't help but think about that night in Bountiful when the "door was slammed in my face,"  but by my own brothers and sisters, even though I and family had persisted to that point for 44 years in our Lord appointed and self-supported mission among the Lamanites, and as stated in this report, been blessed by the Lord with humbling success, SAVING THOUSANDS, AND HELPING MANY TENS OF THOUSANDS GET AN EDUCATION--AND LAYING THE GROUNDWORK FOR EVENTUAL HISTORIC SUCCESS--EVEN WORLD-WIDE,  but it was not credited to my brothers and sisters that night whose prejudice, ignorance and absence of Christ-like love had them slamming the door in my face.   

But, as previously, I had to stop feeling sorry for myself and go to work, putting in 5 more successful years managing the Foundation before retiring it with no fanfare or thanks on ouGolden Anniversary, and then pushing myself to write THE FINAL REPORT--which I'm finally finishing 2 years later.  I also finished  my High Uintas book--published on my 83rd  birthday, April  19, 2019, both done now...... "before it was too late!"
BUT, IN THE INTEREST OF FULL DISCLOSURE, one more segment has to now  be included.

In 1987 in our attempt to live the higher law of marriage, I took Maria back to Guatemala to do our best to actually live Celestial Marriage with her and Maria Elena together. I had prepared the people at Valparaiso to hopefully understand, and was rebuilding  portions of the Central House with two apartments, but in the end, I couldn’t get them on the same page, and Maria decided to end what I guess we’ll have to call another “experiment.”  But before she returned to the U.S. I was all of a sudden visited by President Gordon Romney of the Mission, along with Seventy General Authority over our area—Gardner Russell.

President Romney had made what I considered a wise effort to cultivate my friendship and I thought we had become friends, but apparently, the Leaders were not pleased with his effort.  He sat in silence as Brother Russell accused me of a  whole list of things like:  “You are attempting to establish a polygamous community, teaching the people to follow your example, etc.”  He continued that he had “a friend writing a book, the 1st chapter about The Strangites, the 2nd, about the Lebaronites, the 3rd about Cordell Andersen, and  I will support him in so doing and it will destroy you!”

I asked him if he would like to know the truth, and he said he would.  But I required that he, in turn, tell me who my accuser was.  He agreed, but added, “I’m told you can never trust a polygamist!”  I replied saying, “Over quite a few years, President Romney has been the only Leader who seemed to sincerely be a friend I could trust!”
I then took several hours to tell them my story, breaking the rule William Bradford had suggested to me, “DON'T TELL ANYONE AS THEY WON’T UNDERSTAND!”  I then asked, “So, who is my accuser?”  He refused to tell me and insisted he had not promised to do so. It didn’t really matter as I already knew who, except perhaps to gain a little my trust--which he failed in doing--so it seemed clear who could be trusted--and again I learned that such men were not capable of understanding a very sacred history.

Brother Russell then said, “Tonight we are having a meeting of all the members and I would like you to speak.”
The chapel, built by the Church on a property they purchased from me, was full with about 150 in attendance.  We got there a bit late, and as we were entering Brother Russell had just asked, “Raise your hands if you think Brother Andersen is perfect!”
ALL HANDS WERE RAISED HIGH!  As I witnessed this, I had to smile and thought, if he had of followed that by asking, “Does he ever make mistakes?  Is he sick at times? etc.” and of course he would have found they meant that I was their friend, and a good man, but obviously far from perfect.
I learned later that they had visited the Cordell Andersen School in Patzicia, and then the Ariel & Ines Andersen Chuluc School.  They erroneously assumed that I had put my name on the school that previously had been the John Paul II School, and splashed around the Andersen name too at Chuluc. 
There they had seen two little brick structures with marble plaques--very common to give credit for a project,  each with a tiny thatch roof but they imagined them to be altars where the Indians would worship me and my parents.  At Valparaiso, seeing that all believed I was PERFECT, they put two and two together, coming out with a perfect TEN.
Shortly thereafter I heard from Toby Pingree that it was being rumored that I had taught the Indians to worship me and that there were even altars where the Indians had been taught to light candles, burn incense worshiping me.
At Valparaiso, all the Priesthood holders were interviewed and would be excommunicated if they found any who believed polygamy was a divine principle. Maria Elena was excommunicated.  After an interview nothing was done to Maria who was still there, and would shortly thereafter leave for the U.S. and eventually, after I made more trips trying unsuccessfully to restore our relationship, there was a divorce.
In January of 1989, we were having breakfast at 7:00 AM when people came screaming into the Central House, “Bulldozers are destroying the chapel!”
During the night vehicles with the Beehive Symbol on their doors moved two bulldozers onto the Church property.  They removed bathroom fixtures, the piano I had donated to the Church==the Church promising it would never be removed from Valparaiso, along with other furniture and began destroying the chapel. The other bulldozer was digging a deep hole where the debris would be buried to leave the site as though nothing had ever been there.
Stunned members gathered.  I quickly got just a little video, but then the battery went dead.  President Romney said  they were destroying the chapel because my influence had resulted in "low attendance," and “not paying fast offerings.” 

Suspecting something like that during 1988 I made a study--comparing Valparaiso to Coban, to Patzicia, etc. showing that both in attendance  and in paying of tithing, Valparaiso—while down from what it had once been, still was better than the other branches.  I had sent those studies to the General Authorities presiding the area,  but it didn’t matter.
Representatives of the Church were sent to areas where I had friends, like at Chulac, and Patzicia, and warned not to be my friends, giving the impression I would destroy their chapels as I had done at Valparaiso......told in such a way that the members understood that I literally had destroyed the chapel with my bulldozer. 
Members at Valparaiso were stunned making comments like:  “We were told to fear the guerrillas, but the real danger is from the leaders of the Church who would likely run over our children if they could, etc. “  They began calling it--and some still do, "THE MASSACRE!"
Missionaries in the area and members from other areas were saying, “The Prophet received a revelation ordering them to destroy the chapel at Valparaiso." 
Some of the best people in the Santa Cruz area have since refused to have anything to do with the Church or the LDS missionaries.
I wrote letters to leaders asking for a logical explanation of why they had destroyed their own chapel but never received a reply.
25% of the members at Valparaiso returned to their previous life with drinking and bad moral behavior.  25% returned to their previous Churches, several actually becoming Pastors in their Churches. 
50% of them didn’t want to abandon the Restoration of the Gospel through the Prophet Joseph Smith, nor their firm belief in the Book of Mormon, but couldn’t trust the Leaders of the Church, and asked me to help them understand how the Church could have destroyed their own chapel and abandoned them. 
So, as I had done several times in the past, they were all invited to our FAMILY HOUR, and we went through a 4 year period of helping them to maintain their faith while also understanding the various options of how the leaders could have destroyed their own chapel.
One year later a friend and archaeologist from Utah made his annual visit to the area. For several days I helped him in his work as I had done since 1979. Neither of us said anything about the chapel destruction, but then his rental car broke down and I volunteered to take him to the city.  Along the way, he mentioned the chapel destruction and I asked him how he knew about it.
He explained that he was in contact with two General Authorities who felt that he was their last contact with me and asked him to always report to them on making a trip.  They had told him about the chapel destruction.  I asked him if they explained why they had done so.  The reply was that in the Thursday weekly meeting of the General Authorities in the temple, a report had been read describing:  1. That I had gone crazy like a Jim Jones and was influencing the members;  2.  That each Sunday I would take over the meetings in the chapel and teach false doctrines;  and 3. I had taught the Indians to worship me as though I were God.  The report was believed and all agreed that the chapel had to be destroyed.  
I explained to the friend the ridiculousness of each point and that 100% of the General Authorities had been wrong and that their decision couldn't have been a revelation from the Lord, much less the mind and will of the Lord.  He seemed to understand, yet was very uncomfortable with my perhaps mocking tone.
One year later I had personal contact with a General Authority who had been in that meeting and asked him what had happened.  His explanation was in perfect harmony with what the archaeologist had reported to me. The President of the Church then was Ezra Taft Benson, mentioned in the TWELVE STRONG section as having believed "a big-whopper," along with all the General Authorities, including 4 who would become Presidents up to and including 2019. They were at the mercy of others reporting to them and had no way of knowing what some afterwards called "a mistake." 
In spite of all of that, by 1993 with attendance in our Family Hour that averaged around 60 each Sunday, I recognized that the members needed the support of the Church institution—in spite of the imperfections in the organization, but as long as I was there the Church refused to do anything to help the members.  That and other complicating factors finally had me decide that for the good of the people, it would be best for me to get out of the picture by selling  Valparaiso--that I sincerely believed was sacred ground,  which I did in October 1993.  I recommended to all that it was best for them and their children to be active in the Church.  
I don’t recall how things developed from then on, except that the Valparaiso Community requested my help to have electricity installed in the entire community to which I donated around $5,500 as explained in item #22, and once in awhile families asked my help for medical needs--as some have continued to do via cell phone calls right up to 2019, and invited me to put on firesides in their homes.  The missionaries began visiting again, and the Church returned, eventually purchasing properties from 5 families, I had given land to and building a large and impressive chapel that overlooks the community as reported and seen below. 
NOW BACK TO THE CHILDREN--who I ended up with alone which is a clear indication our giant, but brief effort to live the law failed after four years of struggle--but we had done our best.  So, from then until now in 2019 I became a celibate polygamist, who should be accepted just as today celibate gays are accepted by the Church--right?

The children were--with ages at that time in 1994:  Aura Marina, 11; Cordell Ammon "Lito," 9;  Jesse Benjamin, 7, Nephi, 3; and Mahana, 2-1/2.   I'll insert a picture below of me with them in the new house, a  year or so later.  You'll notice in the picture that we Mormons really do have horns!

Aura had been brought to me dying by her mother and saved twice. After the second time, at 15 months, she was left permanently with me.   She is still in Guatemala, just having finished with our help her Master's Degree in Social Work.  Soon we hope to reunite her with the family in the U.S.

Mahana's mother died giving birth to her in the Valparaiso Community, and the father, who had 3 small children to take care of by himself, asked me to save and raise the baby. By 1998 the legalities were met and they became my adopted daughters. 
.....and here's Mahana's story from birth, when I got her, to graduation from Springville High School -- She went on to graduate from Stevens Henagar College and is one of those "angels" that go around making house visits and taking care of the needy.  

At our farm, they all had to be protected, night & day.
In the middle of the rolling hills of the farm, we built our home where we were hidden from public view. Logs I had cut at Valparaiso with my chain saw, were hauled to the farm, actually
called there a "plantation," albeit a small one.  The boys chose the name derived from the wonderful Poqomchi legend of a white creator/God who had visited the Indians anciently, so, the name became PLANTATION OF THE HOLY MAN --LA FINCA de NAHAUL GWINAK.  In the entrance I created the Museum of the Holy Man, you'll see in item #30.   
Below is the "dream home."
Theoretically, capital left over--after the construction, was to be invested for our support.    I already missed the lake we created at Valparaiso where I would swim/bath daily, so a small swimming pool was constructed.  All my years of being out of contact with the world--except for my Zenith shortwave radio, was remedied with a quite large dish antenna that gave us everything we could have ever wanted and more.
All of our neighbors around were attacked and robbed at gunpoint, and my kids would often see suspicious-looking men lurking around seemingly checking out the house from the concealment of the trees.   So, a year later when we were making a good profit, we used the excess to build a security fence all around the house compound to protect us with two guard dogs standing guard duty.  As the boys grew up, they were trained, each with their small handgun (Walther .22--with deadly Israeli Terminator bullets, Beretta .25, and Seacamps .32)  to help me defend ourselves in event that the bandits decided to take us on as a challenge.
The home came to be the place where the Indian queen candidates and visiting queens from other areas, would gather with us every year and I would show and explain the Museum, the Legend of the Holy Man, and introduce to them the  Philosophy & Principles of the Good Life.  The Mayan Priestess, Dona Ana--seen below, would orient and guide them in Poqomchi,  preparing them for their  Folklore Festival participation.  

Just outside,  at the entrance,  I placed a Mayan altar brought from Valparaiso--seen to the left with me and our guard dog, Goku, praying for our production and safety. 
A real serious problem arose as the house ended up costing twice what the architect had estimated and our capital for investment disappeared.  This left us with no income. So, I had no choice but to put on my learning cap and become a relative expert in the coffee business. A technician from the government's ANACAFE was contacted and Zoel Sierra came to help me with the basics and we became good friends.  With what he taught me, along with my basic understanding of agriculture in Guatemala surviving and thriving with it for then--26 years,  I  began working overtime plowing forward to turn 18 acres into a profit-producing business to support us. This was unheard of in a country where coffee plantations were like national parks covering mountains and valleys, each with many hundreds and thousands of acres planted.

By 1996 the Guerrilla War was over with--a Peace Accord brokered by the United Nations, but there was a serious problem.  Young men, who for years had been fighting the war, knew only how to use a gun, so many of them turned into thieves, highway robbers, and formed marauding, well organized  gangs, specializing in robbing others at gunpoint, killing with no mercy or concern whether their victims were helping the poor or not,  with  kidnapping  a specialty, and soon drugs increased the problem as Guatemala was a bridge between Columbia, Mexico, and the U.S. 
All my children were enrolled in schools in Coban, and to protect them--early every day I would take them, then return to work.  At noon I'd drive again the 30-mile round trip to pick them up.  I couldn't let them out of my sight.  There was too much danger of kidnapping, especially for the children of a "gringo" everyone assumed was a millionaire. 
I didn't sleep well at night and was always alert for danger, often laying down dressed in black clothing with my running shoes on.  At times I would have to slip out the back door carefully to see what the dogs were going nuts over, or to see why they all of a sudden had gone silent--perhaps poisoned, opening up the way for an attack.  

One night at about 10:30 the excited barking of the dogs had me on alert when just outside of my window on the other side of the security fence, the dogs barking was all of a sudden answered by a loud guttural roar that startled me--something I had never heard before.  In the next couple of days, I first learned that a neighbor had heard the same and his goat had disappeared. Then I heard from Mormon missionaries, coming back to Santa Cruz from Coban one night,  were totally shocked seeing a black panther cross the road.  In my Chulac experience, I recalled Rafael Maas telling me having actually seen in a remote part of the plantation a fight between a jaguar and a rare black panther.  Apparently one had for some reason wandered up into the high country visiting our area briefly.  Quite a unique experience.  

 Sometimes the kids would all join me in my huge king-sized bed like you see them doing below.  
If you look carefully, you'll notice Lito's small .25 caliber Beretta near him on the cabinet. 
 Note:  "Lito" comes from Cordelito, the diminutive in Spanish.  Both he and Jesseyears later would become Marines and serve 3 tours in the Middle East. 
But, I also had to do the improbable during the day applying my strategy to do better than anyone thought possible growing coffee, and by our first harvest had doubled the production of what was already a  fairly productive farm for its size.  So, once again we had profits to support us.
We all worked, especially at harvest time,  as it didn't seem right to me for all my employees to be harvesting on cold, rainy days--very common in that area, with us in our warm, cozy house.  So, we'd put on our rain gear and join them, trying our best to be as productive as them.  I doggedly tried every day to equal our best picker--Teodora, who was only 14 years old, but nobody ever equaled her, much less beat her.
This--working with them as equals, and in other ways, like inviting them to our home for movies, and for Christmas, created a personal relationship with our workers,  and so we became endeared to each other.  
Then, on a supervisory trip to Guatemala  in 2016, I was invited for a special lunch and presentation at the Chicoyoj II School  where  my then grown-up champion picker surprised me, representing all my pickers from 14 years before,  with a nicely wrapped present--which was a simple,  typical bag as an  expression of gratitude for the way we worked  and helped each other from 1994 to 2002.. It's hanging in front of me now and always, more precious and important to me than any trophies, plaques, or diplomas.   Above you see me with her and her children when giving me the gift...which is seen on the right.

I also have to mention that a similar gift given me, of also equal sentimental value, is the SHIRT I'M WEARING above, given me in 2016 by the PEOPLE OF VALPARAISO, where we also were endeared to each other as family for  over 26 years where I gave my all to be a blessing in their lives, as mentioned in item #21.  The presentation was  made by Mauricio, the same pictured as one of the injured in the terrible accident 

NOW BACK TO  The FARM OF THE HOLY MAN.  We eventually tripled production and  Zoel told me it was the best yield per acre in the country.  We had plenty of profit to support us, and continue working with Federico in Foundation projects--with money left over.  So I went for what Zoel said just wasn't possible--QUADRUPLING THE YIELD  by investing in all the ways I knew would work.
All was going well, but.....then Vietnam entered the world coffee market with cheap coffee that brought the price down to half of what it had been.  Many coffee producers in Guatemala panicked and were trying to sell their plantations--dirt cheap.

With that problem, plus a few others mentioned below, we decided to pack it in and return to the U.S.--for me, finally after 35 years of continuous residency in Guatemala.  But, it was a bad time to sell a property, so we kept working and continued to make a profit by just not investing any more in our trees.  Production continued high with profits enough to support us for two years on the back of what I had invested to have healthy, productive trees.  But the 3rd year would be different with hardly any harvest at all.  
Everything was more dangerous with the bad economy, and then I was attacked in Guatemala City, mentioned in the CONCLUSION  paragraphs........

.......followed three days later by my woodworking shop being broken into by thugs who took over $7,000 worth of tools.  I reported it to the police who told me what I had to do:  "Get a couple of shotguns, hire some guys, and when the thieves come again, kill them, dump their bodies somewhere and tell no one!"
Every day I was confronted with just that, and daily I would fine-tune my shooting ability, but also do it so that anyone within ear range would hear that  I was well-armed.  Especially that effect worked with a 9 mm. a fully automatic submachine gun that would shoot a frightening 30 bullets in less than 2 seconds.   I was told that the bad guys already knew I was ex-military which had them hesitating some.  NOTE:  Someone might scream, "Machine guns are illegal!"  No, the average citizens don't have such--but it is possible in the U.S. and in Guatemala to get a license.  But,  to get it from the Departments of the Army & Justice in Guatemala, it took me about 6 months, requiring me to justify the need for such--which explanations were accepted, and after a quite thorough investigation I was awarded  "Special automatic weapon license No.5"--sort of indicating that such is rare--except for elected politicians  who don't need a license, and of course the sophisticated criminals who have them illegally, but apparently those having hit our neighbors  were simple thieves not having such......yet.      
IF THEY CAME I HAD A PLAN--A SORT OF QUIXOTIC PLAN:  When the thugs decided to take me on as a challenge, I had it all figured out how to win--the AMBUSHER (me) always having a huge advantage,  and--as I was  picking them off one by one, my boys would wake up, get their little guns,  and help me finish them off.  Then while my boys were helping me load the bodies in the pickup to go dump them somewhere, Aura and Mahana would be mopping up all the blood.  Of course, the Guatemalan way, as I already explained--repeated to me over the years by the Army and Police,  was to then  " tell no one."   

That I didn't ever want to happen, even though I knew it would eventually if we continued, so when the chips were down, a buyer appeared and we sold, and by 2002 returned to the U.S.
But, it wasn't quite that simple, as the buyer still owed me the last payment of around $29,000, and soon, to my dismay,  I learned he was the No. 2 drug lord in the area to whom I unwittingly had also sold most of my weapons!  I had to be careful as I was told he always found devious ways of not paying his debts, but with the help of a good lawyer, he finally finished paying me 2 years later on one of my supervisory trips.  At that time he sold the property to one of his partners in crime.
 A few years later, I was given the news that the Army had raided the farm, and in my "dream home"    found huge quantities of drugs and automatic weapons and the government took over the property that the drug lord had cleared of coffee planting pasture grass for his horses.  I understand the last owner is still in prison.

At the beginning of this section the heading says:  
First, to build and live in what, for the area,  was a large, luxurious home--was totally out of harmony with the people I had come to help, and in conflict with my philosophy to live simply and use all I had to help the Indians--in the spirit of the New Testament parable of the "Rich Young Ruler."  The basic philosophy comes from Jacob 2:13, 17  of the Indians Sacred Book--the BOOK OF MORMON, which says:    
"And the hand of providence hath smiled upon you most pleasingly,
that you have obtained many riches;  and because some of you have obtained more abundantly than that of your brethren ye are lifted up in the pride of your hearts and wear stiff necks and high heads because of the costliness of your apparel... suppose that ye are better than they.
"Think of your brethren like unto yourselves, and be familiar [friendly] with all and free [generous] with your substance, that they may be rich like unto you."   

You might have noticed that for most of the years in Guatemala we lived on the Indian's home ground, and kept things simple--so that we were just a little above our people but  not out of reach,  showing them  a quality of life  they themselves could achieve if they were willing to apply the Principles of the Good Life and work hard for it.  
That earned for us criticism by almost all of our gringo brethren that lived and worked in Guatemala and/or those in leadership that visited the country but it helped us win the friendship and trust of the Indians.
NOTE:  If you have read my "Checkered" autobiography, you should recall what started all of this. First, when 16, I had an NDE--Near Death Experience--in the family car I was permitted to touch--a 1939 Plymouth, an event in which by any logic I should have been dead.  That was followed that night by one of those dreams you never forget, which answered my question why I was so miraculously saved--which had me feeling that my life didn't belong to me.   I saw myself relatively quite well off financially, but living in a very simple wood frame home, dressing very simply, and using all my time, talents and assets to help some needy people....somewhere......SO THIS IS A PERSONAL MATTER THAT MIGHT OR MIGHT NOT APPLY TO  THE  READER.

I'll insert below pictures of the now simple home I live in--the modern equivalent of what I saw in my dream.  I have now lived in it for  5 years and from it have managed the Guatemalan Foundation.
I've built into it everything I need, including, after the above pictures,  some efficiency modifications expanding the bed to accommodate two people, with increased storage space.  It's a simple life of independence where I'm no burden to anyone, and free to pursue now my High Uinta Mountains project, and at the same time have reduced living expenses to continue my cooperation with Federico & others helping the Lamanites.

Apparently among us "believers," there are different levels of interpretation for whatever reasons--as we are all free to choose how we apply our faith.  One extreme interpretation--at the other extreme of the spectrum, was offered me by the Leader mentioned several times in this report,   who said, 
"Don't try so hard to help these people.  They are getting in their earthly life what they deserve, as they were inferior spirits in the pre-mortal existence.  On the other hand, those of us experiencing prosperity have every right to live it to its fullest!"   
I wanted to scream my objection, and quote a scripture or two, like Jacob 2--and had run through my mind the words, "No man is a true believer unless he desires for his brother that which he desires for himself,"   but I did my best to be respectful of his position. I rather tried to change the subject and by so doing fascinatingly jumped out of the frying pan into the fire! 
My journal dedicates  14 typed pages to the report from said 8-10 hour chat with said leader, referred to in item #17 concerning what he called my "mistake" in initiating the Chulac history and also in item #20 about the adoption scandal--which long report will one day become part of the complete history.  But,  I was attempting to finally win the favor of the same leader who had threatened me with excommunication by first ignorantly--but then knowingly,   accused me before the missionaries of my district of  "destroying the LDS missionary work in many  village areas due to  illegal adoption work,"  and, "Of having built a chapel at Chulac without authorization."  I should have known better than to go overboard trying to win his acceptance. 

But, I thought I had the trump card to impress him, and so told him about the 7 hours of intensive interviews in the Church Office Building in Salt Lake City--NOTE: I didn't tell the General Authority that the interviewers explained they knew my life was controversial, but explained, "If we don't tell the history in a nice way, it will eventually be told in a way that will hurt the Church!"  I was advised to not sign--by my father and F. Lamond Tullis--an ex-missionary from my mission and at that time an Associate Academic  Vice President of BYU,  who both felt it was an effort to stop me from being able to tell my complete history, but I trusted the Church, and..... I signed the contract and was paid $1,000 for a one year option with the LDS Church-owned Bonneville Corporation to make their first feature-length dramatic movie.  It was to be about my life and experience in Guatemala--including of course some of the miracles, and with the General Authority, I was relating this to even joked about Robert Redford maybe playing me in it.

But then I noticed he wasn't laughing at my Redford joke, rather he  exploded about "those people from Salt Lake doing things behind my back!"    The writer the Bonneville Corp. had promised was to arrive any day to be with us a couple of months to write a script never showed up. Said leader immediately put an end to  that contract, which  project could have provided us a quite a large sum of  money with which we could have done much better with our family mission among the Lamanites--and undoubtedly been one of the items in this Report--although maybe not as the contract wouldn't have permitted me to publish my history as in this report.  However,  the breaking of the contract left me free to one day tell the true story of my life......which I'm gradually doing.

But, back to the point--obviously I have a different level of personal  interpretation of the scriptures than he had, and I should have stuck to my convictions, rented a small home sufficient for our needs,  and  rather invested the capital to produce enough for us to live on, with a lot left over--enough every month to finance ourselves projects to help the needy. 

           Through the  eyes of Oskar Shindler or Jacob 2:13-17
With that, which  I have considered my "biggest mistake,"   I could  add other selfish actions that have had me feeling a lot like Oskar Shindler,  when near the end of his effort to save many Jews, he broke down and shed bitter tears mentioning ways he could have done more saving others,  if he had of just been less selfish.  
Well, we "have all sinned and fallen short of the glory of God," and so more often than not we exaggerate or rationalize a lot needed relaxationrecreation, culture, and luxury--more than what is necessary, or justified.  Especially this might  be a problem for those of us who know that by being just a little more  caring,  wiser, a bit more modest in dress, living, our home,  maybe  in eating--especially eating out,  and more sincere in our faith--we  could easily be  saving a little here, and  undoubtedly a lot there, and could often literally save a baby's life, or make possible many children getting an education, etc.  We literally can help others move closer to us in living a life of dignity as we learn from Jacob 2  we should be doing in living our faith. 

IMPORTANT NOTE-May 10, 2019:
On this subject of likely tending to "exaggerate or rationalize a lot needed relaxation, recreation, culture, and luxury" I just heard on KSL Radio from Salt Lake City that "the average Utah family spends $18,000/year on non-essentials!"  I Googled it, and got to a website called THE MOTLEY FOOL, where it is explained that the average American spends $697/month on non-essentials listing the following:  Vacations, Restaurant meals, Coffee, Electronics, Entertainment, Gym memberships, Streaming services, Spa services, Expensive clothing & accessories,  
As mentioned in the Introduction, Steve Covey, indicated we should be ".......more like a modern Brigham Young...... actually .....doing what we say we believe. " 
At least that's what I learn from all of this….and I'll be the first to confess I fail a lot--"I have  sinned..."  but at least I have decided that to spend an extra $15,  $50, or  more on non-essentials, I have to also be willing to donate/spend that same amount  helping the needy--over and above what might be   paid in  offerings and tithes.
With the new 2019 information inserted above, it might mean for you "$697/month,"  or for your family,"$18,000 yearly," spent on non-essentials, at least a part of which could be spent saving babies, and/or educating children, etc.  
If any portion of that, over and above amount, ends up seeming like too much to also spend helping the poor, we might best back off a bit, re-evaluate our priorities,  and begin exercising more sincerely our faith--cutting back some and helping more.  To what extent would depend on our faith and spiritual commitment in following the Lord.
EITHER THAT or IGNORE THE SCRIPTURES & RATIONALIZE AS THE LEADER DID, believing about the poor and the needy--as he advised.  I won't repeat it here and give such a questionable concept any more screen time.  
Second:  Now, back to perhaps my 
The challenge of  learning  a new aspect of agriculture and actually being very successful at it was for me very invigorating, and therefore I was  able to support successfully for another 8 years my 5 children--making sure they got a good education laying the foundation for their future success-- while at the same time employing many wonderful humble people I was able to help--and we came to love each other, all of which made it.........

All of this culminated in 2016 with the gift presented to me by my employees from the Farm-- 14 years before, which loving gift on their part was the greatest  worldly honor I have ever experienced--along with the appreciated gifts given me lovingly by the people of Valparaiso--including them placing my picture at the head of  "the faithful"  display in their Communal Hall,  during that same trip.  I'll confess my weakness by saying it's nice to be appreciated in that way by people I quite literally gave my life to help. 

30.  THE MUSEUM OF THE HOLY MAN --established first at the Valparaiso Center for Indian Development,  and then at my last Farm of the Holy Man (La Finca Nahual Gwinak), the name referring to the Poqomchi legend of a white, bearded creator/God who  had visited them anciently, teaching them to love and help each another, and promised to return in the last days, all coupled with the discovery that Valparaiso had been an ancient fortified city of great importance mentioned prominently in the Indians original Sacred Book.
 This was the Museum at Valparaiso in the Central House

"The tiniest, but  perhaps the most important museum in the world."

The top part is believed to actually be half of the exterior portion of a mold to make pieces similar to the one underneath. 

When we sold the farm and packed up to leave, all the artifacts were carefully wrapped and packed into very tough vinyl containers, and along with the altar, were left with Federico Veliz.

Hearing that we were leaving, the Mayan Priest from Santa Cruz asked if he couldn't have the large depiction of Christ appearing anciently in the Americas. He explained that for him it was a perfect representation of their Legend of the Holy Man -- La Leyenda de Nahual Gwinak.  I was pleased to give it to him and happy to hear that it took a place of honor in his ritual room.

And last of all ….. which also in a sense was the first:

31.  COOPERATING WITH ARCHAEOLOGIST GARTH NORMAN IN HIS IZAPA ANCIENT CITY -- TREE OF LIFE MONUMENT PROJECT:  It started in 1963 when I met him on my first return trip to Guatemala after my mission,  exploring how on earth I could return to Guatemala with my family to do what I knew quite clearly I had to do.  Then in 1966 I became his volunteer "freelance photographer" and driver taking him on an expedition in my Ford pickup with camper converted into my darkroom, and using night photography with a professional 4"x 5" camera, I got the pictures used since, mainly of the Tree of Life Monument--one of my photos seen below, along with my first fight with malaria that started when having dinner in Guatemala City with my dear friend and brother, Berkley Spencer and wife, Carolyn, they providing me with medicine--and then having to drive home alone while treating myself--only able to drink soda pop resulting in me since loving to tell the story of how to get through Mexico,  I spent more money on soda pop than on gasoline!  
Garth went on to publish scientific books on the subject and become the world-famous expert on that area, while I was having my adventure in Guatemala and making my own archaeological discoveries, all part of what started as THE ANDERSEN FAMILY PEACE CORP.

Then almost 50 years later we accidentally ran into each other at the Fresh Market parking lot in American Fork and have partnered up again to finish what we started half a century ago in 1966.  Several reports about the work are on the Foundation's website, but we expect great results from helping each other.

32.  1/2 MILLION MILES OF TRAVEL & ADVENTURE:  Guatemala thru MEXICO to Utah, then back and forth every two months for many years--to keep alive the family, & THE IMPOSSIBLE DREAM! 
This category alone could fill a book, beginning with our first failed attempt to get through Mexico with our pickup 2,000 lbs. overloaded with generators, four 16 mm. projectors, a P.A. system, two 9' x 12' professional movie screens, aluminum boat and outboard motor, etc. Note:  I had installed overload springs & bought Michelin tires--both working to get us to Coban, but then noted that all of the 4 rims were cracked!--but we did make it! -- We found a customs broker who requested authorization to pass through Mexico, and then a week-long wait was spent at San Carlos Bay on the Sea of Cortez, and the first miracle when David and Julie were saved after having been set adrift alone  on the open sea in our aluminum boat when the anchor rope was cut by a surging sea;  and,  the 2nd miracle recovering the anchor from the depths--which we see to the right today painted gold, which   became a symbol  of our "faith"  for our entire 50+ years in Guatemala, which was our Savior.
Then, with no authorization to travel with our load through Mexico, we had no choice but to return to Provo and go back to work for Andersen Samplers & Consulting Service, while waiting for the news of authorization from the Customs Broker.  
This meant, returning to Provo--after my parent's neighbor, Sister Cannon, had predicted we would only last  "6 months,"  but rather returning "with our tail between our legs"   in ONLY TWO WEEKS!   When she came out to welcome us home, she wasn't able to contain her laughter and for a moment I thought her heart would fail.  She, eventually would pass on and become one of our "guardian angels,"  with eyes wide opened--easily seeing thru all the gossip mentioned below that evolved soon,  and I believe she became an avid supporter over all these years!

Two weeks later a telegram came and we packed up for the 2nd time and headed for Mexico.  It still took time at the border to do all the red tape, pay off the Broker, etc. but I stuck to my covenant to not give in to "the bribe system" south of the border--and was suffering the consequences for my principles, but persisted as we finally headed south towards Guatemala. NOTE:  To the right, Maria is playing with Dave and Julie on the Veracruz beach where began my "CANTINFLAS...comedian ordeal" 11 years later, described below.
At the Mexican side of the border with Guatemala, I parked on the railroad bridge we had to drive across and the customs officials came out and I showed them the detailed list they had to check to make sure something hadn't remained in Mexico--so we could get our bond back from the broker (which he never sent anyway--said money was what I had earned during the extra two weeks of work in Provo).    They said we'd have to unload everything, and I said that would be fine as we had all the time in the world.  But when I opened the camper door and they saw it loaded right up to the ceiling--which would take all day to unload and then load, and a train was behind us and had to get across--so then occurred the 3rd miracle--they just read each item on the list and asked if it was in our pickup, and with my,  "sí  señor,"  they took my word, checked each item and in 10 minutes--with no bribes, we crossed the bridge into Guatemala on Saturday, August 19, 1967.
At Guatemala's Customs, I set before the official my folder of invoices, and list of everything we had, saying "I know it will likely take some time, and we'll have to pay import duties on some items, but we have lots of time--so let's get to work!"  
It was Saturday afternoon, and apparently they didn't want to work too hard, and besides, they were blown away by my frank honesty.  The official went down the list, and with each item asked if it was new or used.  With the "new" items, like a couple of generators and 2 16mm. movie projectors, I said they were "new."  But the official seemed to be irritated by my honesty, and came back saying, "But didn't you at least turn them on, or start them up to see if they worked?"  I agreed I had done that, so--he concluded, "Then,  they are used!"  

Within 45 minutes of having left Mexico, we were on our way towards Guatemala City without having to unload anything, no payment of duties on anything--only paying a $4.50 fee to have crossed the bridge, and NO PAYMENT OF BRIBES.  The FOURTH MIRACLE had happened, and all the trouble caused by being honest was more than made up for.

Seven exciting, even breathtaking, adventurous years would go by before being able to make a trip north,  a friend visiting during those years--Kay Franz, characterizing them like us "living from crisis to crisis," but also by me as "miracle after miracle...after miracle--blessed, guided and protected by the Lord."  
We went 7 years working hard to get profitable agro-business projects functioning to support us, while at the same time applying the Philosophy & Principles of the Good Life to save our people, and awaken their interest in saving their own--for half of that time on our own as the Andersen Family Peace Corp, then the 2nd half with the help of the Foundation for Indian Development, which was never part of our plan, nor requested.  This is important regarding item #3 below.

In 1973 we learned from Harold Brown that it was being rumored that: 
 1.) I was crazy for what I was attempting (and I guess my wife, Maria, just stupid);
 2.) That so many years had gone by because I was afraid to return to the U.S. because I would have to face prosecution for something horrible I had done, and, 
3.) I was giving a charitable appearance to our life, but it was a scam as my real purpose, according to the gossipers, was to build myself a business empire and use the Foundation TO GET RICH.  
NOTE:  The "gossipers" would never have been willing to do as we were doing, so they naturally had to criticize the effort imagining the worst, and feel justified in their opposition.  They greatly underestimated the power of being spiritually born of God and motivated to literally live the gospel with no ulterior selfish motives. 

Until all of that reached an important climax in 1973, I was having such an incredible time realizing my dream, beyond anything I had imagined possible so quickly--my previous intense interests in BYU sports,  hunting, fishing, and the High Uintas had been pushed into the background of my life. However, the unfair ambush by people I had never dreamed would be our opposition, had me somewhat disappointed, and weakened, resulting in me all of a sudden wanting more contact with the world of Utah.  
So, first, I bought a roll of copper wire and installed it as a radio antenna from the Central House 150 yards up to the top of the tallest pine above us.....hoping even to pick up at night KSL radio from Salt Lake City.  Later, when the Utah Jazz moved from New Orleans to Utah, with games on KSL radio in the beginning, I found that I could pick up the last quarter of night games on my pickup radio by driving way up the mountain into guerrilla territory, on the edge of the Chixoy Canyon where I had a direct line on Salt Lake, and in the spooky darkness I'd listen to "Hotrod" Hundley announce excitedly the last quarter of games--and I became the 
Utah Jazz fan who risked his life most to support the team
Later, at the Farm of the Holy Man, our dish antennae made possible us watching those great games against the Chicago Bulls for the NBA Championship as seen in the picture on the right, with John Stockton on the TV in our living room.  

But, back to 1973-74 and the disappointment of amazing success being ambushed by "friendly fire," and the beginning of these renewed interests--we began thinking of making our first trip to the U.S. in 7 years, and take in BYU football games, do a little fishing and go deer hunting. 
 With Maria,  it became for all the rest of her years in Guatemala, wanting to go to Coban often with our delivery vehicle and associate with relatively educated, high-class Ladino women.  By 1981, when I moved her back to  Provo, Utah, she admitted that unjust criticism and lack of gratitude from Church Leaders, had her concluding that her years in Guatemala had "been hell,"  and eventually she never wanted to live there again.

In some ways, this change in reverting to previous interests maybe wasn't such a bad idea, as perhaps it helped us have a little more balance and variety in our lives--and did give us the experience we never imagined would be part of our lives dedicated to the Lamanites. 
By 1974 we had our business projects functioning successfully with our original Vocational Students, now employees--running the business.  We began thinking about making a Fall trip back to Utah.  But, we only had two work vehicles so had to consider flying--with the Foundation promising us a vehicle for a return trip if we could get to Utah on our own. 
So, we sold a bunch of old cows for slaughter, got on a Pan American 747 jumbo jet and made our first trip--and,  rather than be put in jail for whatever, we were treated like war heroes returning from the front lines.  From then on we usually made a trip each Fall, and sometimes in between, like I did in 1978 when needing to get a delivery van for our business-- a funny story told below.

On the 1974 trip, the  Foundation provided us with a Plymouth Van for our family transportation as well as for everything else we were doing.  We see it below on the left, after our return trip, which included driving all the way up to Seattle, putting a Fireside on arranged by my brother Marlo, and then down the coast, putting on several Firesides along the way and ending at my sister Gayle's home in San Diego for Thanksgiving.  Then entering Mexico and driving down Lower California and from La Paz took a ferry to Mazatlan and on to Guatemala--thus adding to our original trip and beginning to accumulate over the next 30 years many, many miles traveling through Mexico and having some very memorable, and scary experiences.....two of which I"ll relate next. 

In May of that year, I flew to the U.S. to purchase and drive back to Guatemala a Dodge delivery van for the business.    Back in those days I naively still would often park almost anywhere at night to sleep in the vehicle.  North of Veracruz, Mexico I had done that but early in the morning was awakened by flashing lights and the police asking me what the heck I was doing.  They told me it was too dangerous to sleep in isolated areas--rather park around gas stations where trucks would park at night.  Note:  I'm having trouble finding a picture of the van, but one below  shows it on the right--at the time of a Valparaiso Annual Race  among the youth  with Julio Ovalle in the dead center--he today, in 2017 is the Patriarch of the Coban LDS Stake, taking the place of Manuel Ajanel.

At their suggestion, I moved on and as the sun was coming up drove through Veracruz and on the south side pulled off on a beach area with the idea of taking a quick dip to wake myself up.  I parked parallel to the gentle waves with the sliding side door looking onto the beach. 

I was carrying a used roll of carpet, my simple luggage, and a suitcase for someone in Cunen at the request of a sister who lived in Provo. 
I got into my swimsuit, locked the car doors, leaving open just a tiny bit the windows in the front doors and took a very quick dip.
On my return, I noticed that my shirt, and pants left on the roll of carpet, were gone.  I frantically looked everywhere and sure enough, they were gone--including my passport, wallet, and money.  I could see where they had forced open the window and the driver's side door--that was not in view from the ocean side.  Fortunately, they had to act quickly and so didn't get my attaché case, extra pants and shirt in the back of the van and the suitcase of the friend.   I got dressed and determined that I had .07 cents.
I drove to the nearest police station to report the robbery, and ask them,  "What could I do?"
They replied I had to go to the U.S. Embassy or Consul and gave me an address, and they provided me with a document that permitted me to travel without a passport, Tourist visa, and driver's license. 
At that address, it wasn't the U.S. anything, but some kind of Maritime office where I was informed that the nearest U.S. Embassy was in Mexico City and that what I had to do was go to a bank and have funds transferred to me from the U.S. or from Guatemala. 
At the bank I was told that it was too late in the day to do a transfer, and--being Friday,  I would have to wait until Monday.  I begged them for a little borrowed money so that I could at least eat something to get me to Monday, and offered to leave my new-fangled calculator (very new at that time), plus checkbooks I had in my attaché case, but there was no way.
I had to survive until Monday, so had to park somewhere.  I drove to the north beach, parked and opened the sliding door for ventilation and continued reading a book by Og Mandino, that got me into an understanding and charitable mood……then dozed off.
When I awoke, I noticed a box of used donated clothing I was taking to Guatemala and had left by the open door…..WAS GONE!  I HAD BEEN ROBBED FOR THE SECOND TIME THAT DAY! 
I decided to drive into the middle of town and park on a busy street where perhaps I could sleep safely through the night but wanted to at least comb my hair and not look so much like a homeless guy.  I walked to the back and opened the doors to look into the suitcase I was taking for a friend and see if there wasn't something that could help me. There was nothing, and so I closed, locked those doors and walked back to the sliding doors when all of a sudden I was ambushed by three bare-chested youth in shorts.  One of them stuck a knife in my stomach and said, "DON'T DO ANYTHING STUPID OR I'LL KILL YOU!" 
The other two went upfront gathering my toiletries, cassettes, maps, and whatever, and very expertly removed the radio/cassette player and speakers.   The guy with the knife was demanding money, and I explained his buddies had already robbed me twice that day and there wasn't anything left.  He looked at the attaché case and asked what was in it.  I moved to use the combination lock and open it to show him there wasn't anything of value for them….but he stopped me, imagining I would pull out of it a weapon.  Then he saw my wedding band and started trying to pull it off.  I kept just enough tension on it so it wouldn't come off--as he was spitting on it, twisting and turning, and he said, "If it won't come off we'll cut off your finger!"  I relaxed the tension and lost my wedding band!
At that moment the two buddies had filled their bags and were running behind the van, the first one tripping, and the other falling over him, spilling my stuff all over.  The guy with the knife was distracted by that and I jumped in the van, slammed the door shut, locked it, slid upfront and started the van and put it in reverse hoping I would run over all three of them, but missed--except for my stuff scattered all over, and screeched  out of there.
I drove downtown and got through the night, sweating profusely as I was afraid to even open the windows a crack for ventilation.
In the morning I went through my attaché case and found a phone number for William Bradford, LDS General Authority in Mexico City.  As reported in item #16, and especially #20, and #29, I had some experiences with him and didn't want to have to rely on him, but my situation was desperate and I had nowhere to turn.  I went to a Telephone Office where you could make phone calls.  I explained to the young lady my predicament and gave her the name and number, emphasizing it had to be a "collect call" as I had no money.
I waited and waited, and then noticed she was talking to someone, then hung up and signaled for me to talk to her.  She said she had talked to him, but he had refused to accept the collect call!   Then said, "You owe me 37.50 pesos!"  I reminded her I had been robbed three times and had no money.  She insisted, and said, "If you don't pay me, I'm going to call the police!"
My mind raced, and for an instant, I thought, "Well.....maybe they'll at least feed me in jail!'  I was getting pretty hungry.
I painstakingly begged her to listen again to my situation and try and understand.  Apparently, my silent prayer--and begging,  worked as she said, "Here are some coins.  Go to that payphone and try calling your Bradford friend direct!  If you ever get some money you can pay me back." 
It finally worked and Bradford gave me the address of the Mission Home in Veracruz and said he would call the missionaries and instruct them to cash my U.S. Zions Bank check.
I finally found the address and parked.  As I was heading for the front door and crossing a mud-filled gutter, two gringo missionaries came out, noticing this "homeless gringo,"  I--at that instant in time was bending over reaching into the muddy gutter as I  saw a comb sticking out of the mud, and wanted to be able to at least comb my hair!  The Elders just shook their heads in disgust and went on their way.
I knocked on the door and was invited in by an Elder who was expecting me.  I wrote a $75 check and filled my pocket with its equivalent in pesos. I cleaned up in the Mission Home bathroom and washed my newly acquired comb.   Soon I was at a small supermarket buying a razor, and other toiletries, and some food, then back to the  Telephone Office, paying a surprised young lady what I owed her,  and soon I was on my way south, stopping  that night in Arriaga--choosing a motel that was surrounded by high walls with broken glass embedded in the top, and an armed guard with a sawed-off shotgun. 
The next day I was one humble and grateful traveler finally getting back to the paradise of Guatemala! I probably shouldn't have told that story, but--hopefully someone who reads this will learn some important lessons, and, as a "Rodeo clown"  I  have to be willing to laugh at myself--of course since it happened in Mexico, I have always rather thought that my ordeal more correctly had me looking like the famous Mexican comedian, CANTINFLAS. 

INTERESTING NOTE:  I dutifully delivered the suitcase to the Cunen friend.  Later, back in Provo after I moved the family back, as described in the next paragraphs, the sister in Provo called and accused me of having taken something of value out of the suitcase.  She was unwilling to accept my word and made threats.  Later, a neighbor in the Edgemont area of Provo, where we rented a home, came out one day to find all of his tires slashed, and on the front doorstep found a Guatemalan doll full of pins and needles--a common witchcraft action by some Guatemalans to take vengeance on an enemy.  Apparently, she had mistaken the neighbors home for ours.  I didn't have the heart to tell him or the police who came to investigate!

We quietly prepared and one morning when our employees came to work we said goodbye and left quickly.  Two weeks later, after establishing them in Provo, Utah, I was back in Guatemala disguised--growing a beard for the first time.  That began a 10 year period spending two months in Guatemala, and then travel to the U.S. and be with the family for two months.....back and forth 5 to 6 times a year, and in the process accumulated overall around  1/2 million miles of travel. I many times had close calls in that travel, but I had to keep the Foundation projects going, and especially the  business in Guatemala as it supported us-- and, in the U.S. had to spend time doing my best to keep my family together, and from 1983 when my father passed on, also had to run the Foundation.  

One of those trips was in 1988 in a red Mazda two-wheel-drive pickup that I had to use after the 1986 carjacking of the 4 x 4 Toyota pickup mentioned recently.  On one of my two months in the U.S. taking care of the family in Provo, and also managing the U.S. Foundation,  I took with me my 3-year-old son, Cordel Ammon I have always called Lito.
While in the U.S. there was a mechanical problem with the pickup and I was told that it eventually would need a motor overhaul, but if I was careful and kept the oil level up I could make it back to Guatemala where I had funds to be able to fix it.
But, as we headed south to Moab and into New Mexico, the problem worsened.  I tried some additives that helped some but had to add a quart of oil with every gasoline fill-up--every 300 miles.  Then as we approached San Antonio and headed south towards McAllen where we would cross the border, it got worse needing a quart every 100 miles.  To get through Mexico I would need a whole case of oil.  
We were hurrying along to get to McAllen and change enough money before the Change Offices closed, but all of a sudden we saw a car up ahead with the hood up and a young fellow trying to flag someone down to help him.  I was once helped when in desperate need and made a sacred promise to always help anyone who needed it.  I made a U-turn and went back--ending up taking the young man back to an uncles place.  
We then turned around and raced for the border, but didn't make it in time, and so slept in the parking lot of a big store--like Walmart.   During the night I went over the challenge we had of getting through Mexico, and by morning realized I had to get in the store more oil.  On doing so I noticed an additive that I hadn't seen before and reading the instructions saw that it was seemingly very specifically made to solve the problem my motor had and bought two cans.
I added a can to the crankcase and soon noticed that we only needed to add one quart of oil every 300 miles.  In reading the instructions I also came to understand that one thing that was happening was that oil leaking into the cylinders caused a build-up of carbon that impeded proper ignition, causing loss of power and acceleration,  and the thought came to mind that when I began losing power and speed, I had to put it in a lower gear and accelerate down the highway to the point of about blowing up the motor--but in so doing  burn  off the carbon deposits and restore power and speed, as well as  reducing the need of so much oil.  
But before I learned that, we came to the Change Office and I was prompted to change into pesos twice as much as I had figured necessary.  That bit of inspiration also ended up saving us. 
None of the developments mentioned in the last two paragraphs would have happened if I hadn't of got behind in our schedule by helping that young man, and my Mazda would likely have remained in some Mexican junkyard and who knows what would have happened to me and Lito!
With my speed up & burn technique, which I had to do once every 100 miles, we made it to Tampico, passed the cemetery and a couple of miles down the road took a short-cut, and soon were stopped by Federal Police.  I showed them my driver's license and they said I was in trouble as it had expired....but they would help me if I paid a little something to them, and their "jefe" in the back of their patrol car.  I showed them the license was new.  Then they began saying, "But, when you passed by the cemetery, you were speeding!"  I asked how they knew since that was several miles back up the highway.  They insisted they had ways of knowing, and I was guilty.
Obviously, for whatever, they were out to get me.  I offered them $5 in pesos, and they were offended.  Finally, they agreed to $25, but for each of them, plus their "jefe."  With that they would do me the favor of not having to stay the weekend and go to court on Monday.  So, all of a sudden half of the money I had exchanged at the border was gone--leaving us with exactly enough to get to Guatemala--which was like arriving in heaven, as there my options were many, with an agency of my Bank at the border, and telephones where I could call and have Carlos come and get us if needed.  But I'll admit having gone through several very scary days, always with a prayer in my heart and never being able to relax and enjoy MEXICO.

We made it to Valparaiso, and the pickup died.  But we were home and safe with our people.  If anywhere in Mexico the pickup would have died, I would have been in deep trouble, with 3-year-old Lito to care for, and a pickup loaded with urgent dairy replacement parts and equipment.  
We made it on constant faith and prayer, along with happenings and intuitions that got us safely home--for which WE WERE MOST GRATEFUL!  
Above you see me with Lito--on the left, and Jesse--on the right.  Lito and I had just got through some fun fishing at our lake at Valparaiso.

Last of all, the picture of us leaving Provo, Utah in 1967,  used a lot, showed our camper with our 12'  aluminum boat on top--seen to the right on the 1966 archaeology/exploration trip.  We also had an Evinrude 9.5 HP outboard motor. Sure, it was used to go fishing once in a while (and almost catch a record 27 lb. large-mouthed black bass), and entertainment at our own lake. 
But I'll confess here something for the first time:  I also envisioned....sort of joking, that eventually we might have to flee the country like the Trap family in THE SOUND OF MUSIC  movie had to do climbing up over the Alps to get to Switzerland, but with us it was to get in our boat and escape down the Chixoy River that downstream becomes the Usumacinta that forms the border with Mexico and empties into the Gulf of Mexico.  Remember, only a "Rodeo clown," or "modern Quijote" would think of such!
NOTE:  You see it to the right covered with volcanic ash due to the eruption of one of Guatemala's many volcanoes, on my return from the 1966 trip with Garth Norman, when I "spent more on soda pop than on gasoline" to get through Mexico, due to struggling with my first malaria attack. 

Well, to say the least this "RODEO CLOWN"  had the time of his life with adventure after adventure, and a bit of success--all of which, as I now look  back on the 50+ years of effort, has me almost incredulous that it could all have happened--while at the same time feeling profoundly grateful for the blessing it all was in my life. 
For example,   In doing thousands of medical treatments, especially in the first 15 years,  treated almost  every tropical and deadly sickness known to man,"-- tuberculosis, malaria, typhoid, tetanus, etc.--even did an emergency hernia surgery that I  had a lot of fun retelling at BYU's Education Week in item #19--and,  while saving others from those serious problems,  at times  found myself coming down with the same,  and then had  to save myself. 
Then, quite miraculously narrowly escaping from guerrillas a few times;  Surviving a shoot-out at Valparaiso between the Army and guerrillas--my Dodge van delivery vehicle, mentioned in item #32.  used to carry dead and wounded to Coban;  Previously me and   my Indian brothers, literally fighting off invaders and putting many in jail;  Then  dealing with a well organized "mafia," called "Los Colitas," of murderous bandits who assaulted us, catching me off-guard and threatening to take my wife into the mountains unless I gave them all our money and weapons-- and, because I reported it to the police and Army, they promised to kill my family and burn down the Central House!  
But,  I was determined to not let that happen--and night after night I was waiting in ambush, each night in a different position,  to eliminate them--armed with my father's Browning .22 rifle--but loaded with deadly "Israeli Terminator"  bullets (not available to the public), plus my Para Ordinance .45 pistol and  back-up,  and fully intending to become a "MODERN AMMON"--who killed 7 rustlers of the King's flocks.  NOTE:  The "Colitas" were saved from me by being arrested by government security forces!  I  participated in the trial and have the only video VHS tape of the  "Los Colitas" trial of those who were captured. 

Last of all, in 2000 winning a furious fight, with the help of my 13-1/2 year old son, Jesse,  with gangbangers on Guatemala City's 6th Avenue--the story, along with one other experience--when I had to fire a warning shot--which worked,  written about in  COMBAT HANDGUNS  magazine (Jan. 2001).

Yet out of the 50-year adventure,  the most difficult--without question,  was dealing with bureaucratic establishment individuals who had a:
 "spirit of competition & contention rather than one of cooperation, and gratitude."   

Nonetheless, I wouldn't trade any of it for any worldly treasures, and am so thankful to the Lord that He protected and guided me, stretching out my residency in Guatemala from the predicted "six months,"  to  35 years before I finally came: 
  "running home with my tail between my legs." 
If you want to see many more photographs of what is outlined of the 
MOST IMPORTANT EXPERIENCES & ACCOMPLISHMENTS--from 1967 to 1972  -- go to the four photo/essays listed below:
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Many more details & photos can be seen in the section on the right at the head of the website:  SUCCESS STORIES
And in the many YouTube videos, photo/essay reports, Historical Documents & newsletters, especially from Nov. 2015 thru 2016 where can be found HISTORY SUMMARIZED in the newsletters with a lot of detail up to 1980 & then in Newsletters up to the present.

NOW....on to also bringing to a conclusion....
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