The beauty of Honduras.


One of the best parts of our Honduran trip was becoming friends with many young people. Stephanie, shown reading from my book, Wind in the Pines, was one of our translators. We are working on a translation of my stories/devotions into Spanish.

This is the student body at the local school, Instituto Santa Anna. We were welcomed into every school and allowed to share openly about the gospel of Jesus Christ. We left copies of our books at the schools.



You never know what will occur during an Honduran church service. I preached over fifteen times and don't remember a service without a dog lazily trotting down the aisle.

We worked in four Honduran Baptist churches. These are the dedicated pastors of the churches. (L to R) Bro. Anebol, Bro. Elias, Bro. Elisio, and Bro. Juan. All hold secular jobs and receive no pay for pastoring.

A Zulu boy wearing my Dry Creek Camp cap. It's a long ways from home.

This orphan boy asked me as he rubbed my bald head, "Baba (Father) what happened to your other hair?"

Being called Baba by the orphans was one of the best parts of our South African trip.

This painting "Doten at The Old House" is my favorite one by my uncle Bill Iles. It is featured on the back cover of my second book, The Old House.

This is a special photograph because I'm pictured with two special women in my life. Standing beside me is my sweet mom, Mary Iles. She has been a lifelong encourager and wonderful mother.

I'm so thankful for the values and examples she and my dad lived out for my two sisters and me. I've always told folks, "My parents are the same at home as what you see in public-- kind, Godly, fun, and positive.

The painting behind us hangs in the living room of the house in Dry Creek where I grew up, built with my dad's own hands in 1960.

The painting is of my great grandmother, Theodosia "Doten" Iles. It was painted by her grandson, my uncle Bill Iles.

I (half) jokingly tell my mother I've written my name on the back of it and it is the only possession she has I want.

However the possession I already have is priceless. It's the heritage that both sides of my family have poured into my life. My Iles side, with their deep roots here in Beauregard Parish since shortly after this became Louisiana in 1812. My mother's side, the Plotts, with their rambling up and down the Kansas City Southern rail line. I'm part of both of those heritages and I'm proud of both.

Back cover of The Old House Click on cover to read text in larger view

To see a larger view of back cover and read text, click on cover.

To learn more about The Old House and the other six books authored by Curt Iles, visit www.creekbank.net