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FAMILY AFFAIR
Adele Mcparland
FAM I LY
AFFAIR
By
Adele McFarland
DEDICATION
To Harrold, whose vision, faith and persistence, God used to publish news of His laborers around the world. To our six children, who have matured so beautifully to the glory of God, and thus are a part of the solution to this world's problems, and not a part of the problem.
-Adele McFarland, 1976
PREFACE
vices from your point of view; how it began and grew and
how it affected the family. " I always rather airily said, "Someday I will. " This seemed to be the right year to do it. Mission Services is 30 years old this year of 1976. It seemed
appropriate to get the beginnings down in black and white
before memory became even more inaccurate and hazy. So, after a New Year's resolution, on January 2, I got out
my typewriter, set up a folding table and began. This is a very personal story. This is because Mission
Services was a very real part of our personal lives! It shaped our marriage and our personal growth. It shaped the lives of our children. It showed up our strengths and our weaknesses. Just as God used us to bring into being
the work and influence of Mission Services, He used Mis-
sion Services to enhance our lives and give meaning to our being alive and wanting to expend our energies within His
will.
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1946
It didn't seem like a particularly important day. It started out normally; except that there was a man in the house. After ten months of being apart, my husband,
Harrold McFarland, was finally discharged from the
I had
left him in Texas before our fourth baby was to be born because he was scheduled to go overseas. Now the war was over and he was home. The children no longer had
thought would follow the pattern of the years before he entered the chaplaincy: a located ministry. This day
would change that! I was in the kitchen ironing; Carol, our oldest was in
second grade in school, the baby was napping, the other two girls were outside playing. Harrold was upstairs in the partially finished attic unpacking his books, trying to bring some semblance of a study to the back end of the
attic. The front end of the attic already was closed off into a bedroom that Carol occupied.
I gathered up Carol's freshly ironed clothes to put away in her room, carefully manipulated the narrow attic stairway with arm's full, and paused alongside Harrold as he was bending over a box of books.
"How's it going?" I asked.
I laughed aloud! I don't remember what I said but I do remember I actually laughed in his face! I have never since laughed at anything he has said he would do. I have lived to be ashamed and appalled at that laugh over and over again.
After I had convinced him that I took him seriously, he
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The University of Minnesota, school of journalism, and creative writing; He had accepted an ad interim minis try with the University Church of Christ that met in the
sonage in southeast Minneapolis. He had decided on the imperative word. Preach, for the name of the magazine; and I had agreed that we use the money from our war bonds to launch the magazine, believing that by the time that money was gone, the magazine would be self-sup
porting.
This was the spring of 1946. At this time we had been married nine years. We had four children; three girls and one boy. Carol Marie, born in California while we were still in college in 1938; Ann Louise, born in Clinton,
Iowa in 1941; Judith Jo, born in Canton, Illinois when we
ministered in nearby Lewistown in 1943; and Jon Harrold, born in Ft. Snelllng Army Hospital outside St. Paul in
1945.
ing a family again. I was not the same person I had been
when Harrold went into the Army and I wovild not be again. That was something of a surprise to him and not easy to
went shopping by myself; had no money of my own; had never paid one bill. Now, for the last three years and especially the last ten months, I had made all the day-today decisions; paid all the bills and saved money, did all the shopping, and even kept the car running in Minnesota's
cold winter weather. I found that my judgement was
This changed the whole relationship of our marriage and I think the adjustment of this year was more difficult
and preparing for a new phase of his ministry which was still fairly hazy. As for my part, I had to remember that
I was not both father and.mother now, and that all the de cisions did not have to fall on me. After I got used to the
However, it is a good thing I learned that I could and that my husband had confidence that I could, or he never
would have been able to do what he found was necessary
to do in the years ahead as Mission Services developed. A clinging, dependent wife I could not be!
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1946
16 months and lived in the parsonage just one year, but as I look back on that time, it seems like a lot of things hap
pened. The first thing that happened that summer was a
frightening polio epidemic. The city government ordered that no children be taken into crowds, specifically not to
leave their yards for three weeks. This also included Sun day school and church. Some families with one or two
children had problems keeping their children occupied. We had no problems at all. Our yard was good size. Our
three girls would spread a blanket, each in one corner of
the yard and that would be their house. They had their dolls, dishes, chairs, etc. ; visited each other, played
house, school, and church for hours on end with no bore
A young couple lived next door and they had a little boy just over a year old. I used to hear the mother playing
with him on their screened-in front porch. She would read to him and frequently I would hear her say, "mother
loves you, " One day an ambulance rushed her to the hospital and grandparents came to take care of the little boy. Three days later we learned the mother had died of
bulbar polio,
moved out, and in with his parents so his mother could care for the little boy while he worked. We hurt for this
young family and the children prayed for the little boy in
their evening prayers. This incident was to come back and haunt me a few years later.
When the summer session began at the University of Minnesota, we took into our home a young couple and
small baby from Lincoln, Nebraska. He had come to
bill. Many young people were coming into Minneapolis for that purpose and apartments or rooms were just not
to be found. We took the young couple in with the idea, of course, that it was only until they found a place of their own. They were a real blessing to us. They were a de lightful couple and we thoroughly enjoyed them, I think
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into the back yard with our babies and sit in the shade, look at those lines of diapers plus the other clothes and say, "All for the love of a man! " Then we wo\ild hug our
babies to ourselves and voice how happy and thankful and
blessed we were.
try to stay in Minneapolis. He transferred to the Univer sity of Nebraska and they moved back to Lincoln. We hated
to see them go and missed them greatly. When Minnesota Bible College opened in the fall, E\anice
first baby the same year I had my fifth, so we remained very close. (At this writing, we still keep contact with
each other.)
Also with the opening of the fall semester, Harrold launched into the production of Preach Magazine. He
hired one of the students, Beth Jones {later Brooks), as
his secretary. He set up an advisory committee so that he would have input from wise, experienced men to add
to his zeal and technical know-how. They incorporated as Mission To Youth. The first publication was dated October, 1946. Preach Magazine included challenging articles, inspira tional articles, doctrinal articles, short, thought-provoking
articles, quotes, ideas, etc. As time went on, issues be gan to include missionary presentations and challenges, youth activities around the country, pictures; and a year
PREACH 1946
Bible
colleges across the country had input to challenge the yoiuig people, regardless of what state they lived in. The maga zine seemed to gain acceptance and subscriptions came
good for our children, even at that early age, to see that Christian young people have fun and enjoy themselves
without being a part of what the world outside of Christ
thinks is fun. We felt this wovild help shore them up for the time when they would be tempted to join in the world's
idea of fun.
California and could not afford to go home for the winter vacation, so she moved in with Eunice and became a part
of our family for the holidays. I remember one night when Eunice, Joan and I were sitting up very late around the dining room table, making shepherds' crooks for the Bible school Christmas play. We were very tired and getting Silly. Our efforts only produced wobbly crooks and we were in hysterics over how they looked. We gave up and went to bed. As I recall, the Christmas program
went very well even if the crooks were limp. Another
thing I remember about Joan; she had a birthday while with us. She turned 20 years old, and she wept because she no longer was a teenager! Joan was (and is) a very special
person and as the years marched forward, God has been
He was to come in the fall, so we began to make prepara tion to move out of the parsonage so the church could re model the kitchen and do the redecorating they wanted to do. We looked for a house to buy with some fear and
bath on second floor; large living room, dining room, kitchen, front hall, and what today would be called a family room, large with windows all around and adjoin
staircase that came down into the large front hall and
opened onto the living room. The living room even had a fireplace ! It was everything we could ask for. My mother looked at the house and said, "Oh, Adele,
all those windows!" Yes, there were lots of windows,
as possible. That house really kept Eunice and I hop ping. It took two days to clean each week, just ordinary weekly cleaning. Our days went like this: three days to wash, two days for ironing, two days for cleaning. A few of those days overlapped because we didn't work on
Sunday a'nd we beiked on Saturday. We moved into the house in late June 1947 after pub lic school was out. By that time we had two children in school. Of course, it took us all summer to get settled
we housed four single girls. The second year we had two married couples, plus Eunice. The third year we had just two single girls. Subsequent events will explain why
only two.
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India for their first term of missionary service. They, too, were both continuing to take college courses as they waited. Living with us saved putting money into the trap pings of temporary housekeeping, and being in the midst of a busy household helped ease the tension of waiting. I did all the cooking and washing for them. They kept their rooms cleaned and did their own ironing. It was a work
able arrangement for all of us.
We continued our policy of trying to have every student in our home sometime during the school year. But the student body was growing so it was getting a little harder to do each year. We kept up the Sunday dinners and also added large gatherings. We invited the students to have
some of their parties in our home and we instigated parties ourselves. Our home was also used for small weddings
and wedding receptions. The staircase made a beautiful
bridal approach. The downstairs was so arranged that we could direct people from the foyer to the living room to the
dining room, through one corner of the kitchen back to the
also, and their comings and goings and length of stays were
varied and covered all three years. In the fall of 1947 Harrold began teaching at Minnesota
Bible College as an assistant to Conley Silsby in the speech department; he also taught visual aids and did some pri
vate tutoring in remedial English to those students who
needed to bring their grammar skills up to college level. He began going out weekends with Gospel Teams of students
from the college. Vacations would bring longer trips with the students. One summer he took the "Six Shirleys" out to California on a tour of singing in the churches, presenting
Minnesota Bible College.
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quickly as we hoped for, but we were not discouraged be cause those who were receiving the magazine seemed so pleased with it and its contents. In the spring of 1949, Eunice married Joe Veach and, after a brief time in another apartment, moved into a basement apartment just around the corner from us. So we continued to have a close sister relationship. Also in June of that year, Harrold graduated from the University of Minnesota with a B. A. degree in journalism, with a minor in creative writing. He turned right around and registered for the summer session, intending to go on towards his Master's degree. He was not going to be teach ing at the college in the fall, so he began accepting ad inter im ministries within driving distance of Minneapolis. He accepted dates to speak at youth camps, at Life Work Re cruit Rallies, and as missionary speaker. For a time, he also went out speaking for the Minnesota Temperance As sociation. All of this helped make money to live on, but
it also meant the children and I were alone a lot of weekends
and much of vacation periods. We went with him on week ends as often as practical, but most often the children and I went to University church by ourselves.
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1949-1950
to help. I didn't know whether to sympathize and weep with him or to encourage and "buck him up. " I suppose I did a
little of both. One thing I did believe and tell him: while
the magazine was short-lived, the people who received and read it were blessed and it did the job it was designed to do.
Its short life did not keep it from being effective while it
did live. We were too naive to know how much money it actually took to launch and keep a specialized type of maga
zine like Preach going. During the years of publishing Preach, Harrold became
well acquainted with most of the missionaries as they cor responded about contributing articles. There was a grow ing idea about a general missionary magazine that would be
a vehicle for all the missionaries to become known in all
ule, usually as they had money. Few put out anything regu larly. All the missionaries had difficulty in becoming known beyond the few churches they could personally speak to on
their furloughs. On the churches side, those churches that
tried to be missionary minded had great difficulty in finding material for missionary studies and education except for
what was being printed in The Christian Standard at that
time. ~~
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ing the enthusiasm and zeal, and of inspiring the people in the pews to support this growing army of the Lord,
Although Harrold was afraid that confidence in him
was lessened because of the death of Preach, he went ahead and cautiously began mimeographing a newspaper
their supporting churches; preachers wanted it for their congregations. We increased the number of pages for
more news, but we continued to mimeograph it. We had an old hand-operated mimeograph in those
days. I can remember going to sleep at night hearing that thing cranking away, and waking up in the morning
to the same sound. The only way I knew Harrold had been to bed was the depression on the pillow next to mine.
He printed both sides of the paper so each one had to be slip-sheeted and time allowed for drying before the other
side was run. It was all done by hand and the older chil
dren helped with the slip-sheeting. All of us helped with the stapling and I got in on the addressing. And it grew
and grew ! !
setting and paste ups, preliminary to the actual making of the plates and printing. It also allowed us to brighten up the paper with pictures and different colored inks and dif
Other things were happening, too. Tom Rash, in Kulpahar, India, wrote asking what it would cost for us to print their paper Salute and mail it for them. They had been trying to prepare it, print it, and mail it all the way from India. It was taking so much of their time away from their missionary work and they had no idea how up-to-date their mailing list was. Yet they knew the value of attrac tive, interesting, regularly printed contact with their sup porting churches. Harrold did some figuring and told Tom
Shortly we received copy for printing and a while later, their mailing list. The first month we saved the Kulpahar mission quite a bit more than the $5 of added cost just by bringing their mailing list up-to-date. So many on their
list had moved or died or for some reason were not re
ceiving the paper. So much was being wasted. The U.S. postoffice does not send change of address or return un delivered mail to a foreign address. This was the begin ning of a service to missionaries that grew greatly over the succeeding years and is today the major portion of the service offered missionaries by Mission Services. We heard from another missionary during that time.
This time from Alaska. One of the missionaries wrote
that their old Ford had broken down. It was just a small part that was needed, but it kept the car from running and
was not to be found in Alaska. For three weeks he had not
been able to go out and visit the sick and housebound or do any evangelistic calling. Could we find the part for him? Harrold went looking and discovered the car was so
old that the company was no longer making the part. How ever, Harrold found a man who ran a junk yard, among other things, who wovild make the part. It cost us about
$1. 50 to have the part made, $8 to airmail it to Alaska. So, for around $10 cost, and 10 days from the time we received the request to the time they received the part, the car was back on the road being an instrument for God's
ministry. This began another service we could offer the mission
aries: the purchasing and mailing of things they coxild not get on their fields. We found we could purchase almost
anything asked for at wholesale or below cost and save the
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the years. Among them, such things as rat poison. Coleman Lantern slide and filmstrip projectors, a dozen metal
A personal thing happened that winter of 1949 that pre cipitated a reevaluation of our condition, although I think
what followed would have happened anyway. I became preg nant with our fifth child; much to my delight, a niggling
applied for and got a job of driving the school bus for the
local school, which was a consolidated school from kinder
Disappointed,
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As the summer wore on, and the details and red tape of the sale of one property and purchase of another drag ged on, I began to wonder if we would get moved before school started and the new baby arrived, due the first week in September. Everything worked out just in time, and we were pretty well settled in the little house in Willernie by the time the children had to be in school and Harrold had to begin driving that bus. We had to msike a few changes in how we used the house, though. A young man by the name of Ray Downen had joined us to help Harrold with the publication work. We gave him the downstairs bedroom we had meant for Carol, put up a partition between the dining room and living room and made the dining room into Carol's bedroom. We made the living room into the dining room and put the living room furni ture in one end of the porch. That squeezed the office equipment into the other end of the porch, which wasn't the most convenient arrangement. However, we got every thing in, storing some things in the garage and in the
basement.
Harrold and Ray immediately got down to the work of meeting publication deadlines, keeping up the mailing lists, answering requests, and recording gifts. While still in Minneapolis we had begun a missionary slide library. Missionaries sent us a set of slides with accompanying
We would
duplicate these and rent them out to the churches for mis sionary programs. We started with just two or three sets, but the library grew quickly. Churches eagerly used them and the missionaries soon realized the value of having their work become known in this way. Much support and interest came to missionaries by way of these sets that might never have been generated without them. Today Mission Services has the most extensive library of slides, filmstrips, tapes and scripts in the world. The library is still growing; churches are still gladly using them, and old sets are be ing compiled into historical sets.
The children started school and soon were adjusted and settled into a regular regime. I spent my time un-
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packing boxes and trying to get some order out of the usual
chaos of moving, plus trying to put a ten-room family into
a six-room house. I wanted to get everything in its place
and make the house a home before the time came for me
to go to the hospital. So at first I was grateful when due day came and went. Then time began to drag, and instead of being grateful for time to rest up from the rigors of mov ing, I became impatient and restless and terribly tired of having people meet me at the door of the church with, "Are
you still here? "
Finally, early on a Monday morning, September 18, Claudia Margaret made her appearance. She had kept her father in suspense most of the day before, but was con siderate enough to arrive in time to allow him to get a little sleep before getting up and driving the school bus on Monday morning. Claudia was a beautiful, doll-like baby.
She was fair, round and chubby, no hair, with big blue
church said when she first saw Claudia, "Now, that is the
to put a top on the basement and build the church building they had always wanted to build. With Harrold's encour agement and a little of his know-how, they discovered they could borrow money to build. As the winter weather
cleared, the work began. It was the with great joy and thankftilness that the people of the congregation watched
and dedicated in June of 1951, several in the congregation were heard to voice the opinion, "We should have built it bigger. " The community was paying attention to the evi-
the family. First Ann had a bout with pneumonia. She did not need hospitalization, but there were frequent trips to the doctors as well as a lot of nursing care by me. Then the baby became very ill and the doctor declared she had
an inner ear infection, tonsilitis, and bronchitis. She was
Before they were completely well, I became ill and was no good to anyone for three weeks. It started with a sore throat and general symptoms of flu, but I ran such
a very high fever and nothing seemed to bring it down. The doctor could not say definitely what was causing it. The illness was complicated by the fact the doctor had to
come to me and heavy snow falls at that time made that
difficult and time consuming. I fought to maintain my milk supply and nurse the baby, at the same time not wanting to reinfect her with whatever I had. Eventually we all got well, except that Ann, and then Jon, continued to have problems and that resiilted in both of them having their tonsils out in
April.
That was an interesting experience, although I don't think they would agree. The hospital was overcrowded and they were put in beds in the hallway, I sat between their beds after the surgery watching and caring first for one and then the other, Harrold came twice that day to
bring the baby and sit with the older children while I took
the baby down into the nurses lounge and nursed her. Then he took the baby home and I went back to Ann and Jon, Jon recovered quickly from the surgery, but Ann had
some painful congestion in her ears that took a while to clear up. Actually it was summer before I felt the whole
visit from Leah Moshier and Dolly Chitwood, They had with them the first child, Sosun, who had been given to them as they began their work of Kulpahar Kids Home in Kxilpahar,
India. Sosun was about three years, old at this time and it
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Their visit happened to coincide with Jon's fifth birth day, so Sosun was a part of his party with some of the neighborhood children. Sosun probably does not remember any of this visit, but Jon still has among his memoirs the birthday card given to him by Sosun, signed with her Hindu
name.
joyed in our home, of course, but it seemed to set the pat tern that continues still today of missionaries home on furlough visiting Mission Services. While we lived and began the work in Minneapolis, we had visits from the V. Alex Bill family, Frank Rempel,
Mr. and Mrs. Paul Nielsen, Mr. and Mrs. Owen Still,
Mrs. Letha B. Shepherd and Mrs. Selina Hulin, Evelyn Jones, and the Wm. Gates family. There were brief
visits from others, also.
In the summer of 1951 Edna Hunt spent a week with us and the next year during the late summer, Tom and Leota
Rash spent a few days going over their mailing list. They
also attended a missionary rally at Redwood Falls with us.
I remember others who visited us while we were in Willernie. I remember Dr. Zoena Rothermel scolding
with his trick glass and spoon at our table one evening.
The glass with holes so your drink dribbles down your chin,
and the spoon in the sugar that had no bottom so no one could spoon out sugar. We had Ray carlson and family in
one visit, and the Elston Knight family when they were pre
paring to go to the Philippines for the first time, in another visit. Again there were others that paid brief visits. In January, 1951, we launched a pocket size magazine
called Horizons which stated purpose was to "encourage
and stimulate missionary evangelism among free churches of Christ. ' While Among Ourselves was a newspaper of missionary news. Horizons was a feature magazine of
news and stories of missionary evangelism around the world. It also contained complete new youth programs for the chur
ches.
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Today I can admit that I was not enthusiastic about this new venture. I had little faith that it would be anymore
efforts to help the missionaries by purchasing and mailing for them. We soon were able to supply at a discount to the missionary anything he might need by way of teaching materials; books, Bible school material, flannelgraph, cards, etc. In time, we began to offer to the churches certain items such as religious greeting cards. By fall, we had a fairly good variety to offer. During the early months of 1951, we began to bring in Bible college students from Minnesota Bible College on Saturdays to help in addressing and mailing publica tions. We'd have the house full every Saturday. We also
started a Saturday Bible school for children in the Willernie Village Hall. We had an enrollment of 26 children
from the area and they were led by two women students
from Minnesota Bible College. In the back of our minds,
we thought it might mean the nucleus of a new congrega tion, but it never developed beyond a children's program. Perhaps it would have if we had stayed in Willernie and
persisted in the effort.
that direction.
Missouri.
he could do by himself.
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Ina Mae
would put the two of them together in the play-pen and they enjoyed one another while Ina Mae and I did our respective
jobs.
That spring two taings happened that brought me directly into the daily work of the mission office. Ina Mae's husband, Bob, graduated from Minnesota Bible College and they moved.
That left us with no secretarial help at all. With school out,
We
produce and mail, until the load had become so heavy that
Harrold did not have the time to stop three times a day to drive a school bus. This meant that we had to ask indivi duals and churches to support us in like manner as any
other missionary.
This was a very uncertain time for me. We had never had much money beyond our needs and now we had no sav
ings, nothing, to sustain us while we waited for response to our requests for support. I dreaded the approach of the
first of each month when the bills fell due. Our grocery
bill grew until we were told we could not charge any more. My parents agreed to make our house payments as their
contribution to our work. My father was a Christian busi ness man and as a good business man, he really didn't think
we were on a sound basis at all in our publishing work.
Wisely, he did not criticize but helped and encouraged where he could, and he supported and loved us and prayed for us daily. My parents had always helped by providing the chil
dren with the more expensive clothing, like winter coats,
and giving them as birthday or Christmas gifts. In our early married life, this largess from my parents was hard
for Harrold to accept, but gradually he believed that Dad
and Mother had faith in us and in our ministry for God and
that their giving to us was no reflection on him. Dad used to say he would rather give his money while he was alive
and could see the results of his giving, than wait until after
his death and not know what was done with his money. That is the way it worked out. When nny father died, there was money to sustain Mother, but that is all. So, I took over all the secretarial work, plus the main taining of the mailing lists, the typing of the address plates, the scheduling and mailing of the slide sets, recording of gifts and sending receipts. I did it to keep my mind off of
our financial situation and because there was no one else to
do it. Because of my main occupation as mother and homemaker, I would not get to the day's mail until sifter supper. I would begin after the children were put to bed and continue until I had finished all the operations that whatever was in the mail required, regardless of how late it was. When I began, I was usually through by midnight. As the months
until I was not getting to bed until three and four in the morn ing. Then 1 would sleep late and Harrold would get up, feed the children breakfast and get them off to school or whatever their activity was. Sunday was the only day that was dif ferent. Harrold was and is an early-to-bed, early-to-rise person. I became a late-to-bed, late-to-rise person, and although the years since have modified our behavior some, we are still essentially like that today. That schedule continued for the next year and a half. Gradually our financial situation got off the critical list and just became serious. Little by little we paid the gro cery bill so we could charge more. The dentist did the needed dental work on the children believing we would even tually get him paid. Once the doctor called the pharmacist and said she would stand good for the money, so we could
get medication for Carol when she had a severe ear infec
tion. Paying on our bills a little each month, somehow we kept people's faith in us and we kept going. Then suddenly it was December and Christmas was coming and not one cent available that did not have to be
applied to an existing bill. I remember watching the days get closer and closer toward December 25 and deliberately closing my mind to the thought I had not done anything to ward gifts, nor could I. Each day I would think, "there is
still time. " December 18, 19 came and went. Then on the
20th, as I was going through the stack of mail, I opened one addressed to us personally from Mrs. Ruth Morse, J. Rus sell's mother. I thought it might be news about J. Russell.
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He had been held prisoner in communist China since March of that year 1951. We had heard in August that he was
alive from a fellow prisoner who had been released. Since then, there had been no word. As I began to read Mother Morse's letter, I was praying for good news about J. Rus
sell. Instead I read of concern for us.
She wrote that she had been thinking about us all day
own personal Christmas with her love and blessings and God's blessings on the work we were trying to do for Him.
She made one request. She asked us please not to tell any
one she had done this until after she had gone on to Heaven.
Again this winter the children had a series of illnesses, although compared to the winter before, I felt we got along pretty well. In the fall Jon had a bout with pneumonia that kept him out of school almost a month. Toward spring he
and Judi both had the measles. Carol had ear infections
Then I had the flu again
tor and she did tests for rheumatic fever. be a freak after aifect of the flu virus.
So when spring weather melted the snow and the trees began to bud, my spirits lifted. In spite of the rather large
doctor bill, I felt life was good and every effort was worth
while.
gestions for each month, monthly missionary topic, and a complete list of home and foreign missionaries with their
correct addresses.
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Of course, preparation for this had to be done months ahead. Compiling the material, getting the pictures from the missionaries, checking and rechecking for accuracy
took lots of time and effort before the actual typesetting,
paste up, and printing. Then to keep the cost down, we agreed to do all the gathering of the pages into calendars ourselves, which would then go to the binders for the plas tic spiral bindings. We had continued to use the help of the Bible college students on Saturday as we did the year be fore. However, the pages came from the printer after
classes were out for Christmas vacation. If we were to
get the gathering done and to the binders in time to get the calendars mailed out by January, we had to work fast and needed lots of help. So we turned to people in the White Bear church. Three couples agreed to help us and we had a calendar gathering party. We set up the 12 pages plus front and back covers in stacks arotmd the dining room table. Then the eight adults, plus our older children until their bedtime, walked 'round and 'round the table gathering the separate pages into a complete calendar until it was all done. With brief breaks to rest and eat the refreshments prepared, it took us until one or two in the morning to complete. By this time we were all silly, dizzy and having a wonderful time. The next day, of course, they probably never wanted to see us again. This procedure was gone through again the next year when we were preparing the 1953 Missionary Prayer Calendar. The same people helped us so I guess they either had poor memories or were willing to sacrifice
themselves for the cause.
CHAPTER 6
1952
In June of 1952 Horizons and Among Ourselves were consolidated into one publication, keeping the features of
both and mailed to both sets of subscribers. In announ
cing it, Harrold wrote, "We find it necessary to withdraw and consolidate our forces so that we may continue. " It proved to be a good move. It was accepted by everyone and circulation grew.
Also in June of 1952 Christian Standard made an an
nouncement that was a big boost to the need for our work and kind of pointed the direction it would take in the next ten years. Burris Butler, then editor of Christian Stan
dard, announced that the Christian Standard would no
longer print missionary study materials. Bro. Butler asked Harrold to write a column of missionary news to be printed each week in the Christian Standard, and said that except for missionary stories of unusual news value, Harrold's column would be the limit of their missionary cover age. They had reached that decision, Bro. Butler said, because the growing missionary picture was more than they could handle news wise since they were primarily a vehicle for news of local congregations in this covintry and their activities. He graciously pointed the churches to us for missionary information, and suggested that Horizons
be the paper for promoting the independent mission story. This meant that we had to begin producing monthly missionary material that local churches used for their
women's study groups and youth groups, and we had to find some way to finance a larger Horizons to accommo date the-increase in missionary news and promotion. A strong appeal went out for more support and more consis tent regular monthly support. The decision was also made at this time to change the
name of the work from Mission to Youth to Mission Serv ices because the latter better described the direction and
goals of the effort as it was developing. This decision was made by the executive committee composed of Russell E. Boatman, G. H. Cachiaras, Conley Silsby, Corwin Geringer, and W. H. Sperry. They also set the guide lines for enlarging Horizons and the other services, plus
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the work of preparing the monthly lesson materials. Un der their agreement and direction, we received new impe
tus and enthusiasm for the job that seemed to loom really
huge before us.
with sleeping children all around us, Harrold intent on his driving, and thinking about all that was happening and pray ing, "Lord, is this what you want for us? Are we really to take on this job? Can we do it? " I had the same feeling I'd
had at the very beginning; of awe that people like us should
even think about doing something that could be so important
in God's work of getting the Gospel out into all the world. I was learning that God does use "people like us" for His momentous doings. He presents us with the work that needs to be done, puts it in our hands to do, then says, "I'll give
you the ability to do it. " About this time I began to feel I was losing my house;
that we were living in a publishing house rather than a pub lishing work being done in our house. The office equipment
had been creeping, piece by piece, into the living room. In every open place against a wall or under a window v/as a table with a typewriter on it, or a cabinet full of drawers of address plates or a table for sorting and packing, or a
bookcase stacked with an orderly array of missionary slide sets. Boxes, boxes everywhere, in every corner, full of
printing waiting to be addressed and mailed. Our largest printings would be brought in at the back door and dropped on my kitchen floor right at the back door. They were too big and heavy to be moved, so there they sat as we gradu
ally emptied them by addressing the copies and getting them into the proper mail bags, I rarely got that spot on
the kitchen floor scrubbed because by the time we got one
printing in the mail so the boxes could be moved, another printing had come in and was sitting on the very same spot. Cleaning the house got to be a contest of obstacle courses. The only thing that kept me even trying was my strict Noregian upbringing in cleanliness. All I could hope for was
that the boxes in the corners would move from one corner
Then I began to lose my furniture. Piece by piece, things that someone would consider in the way, perhaps
fallen over or we had to climb over, were taken out to the
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garage and covered with something that hopefully would protect them. In the course of the next year, the only things left in the living-dining area were the piano, daven port, dining table and chairs, sewing machine, buffet with dishes, and a birdcage complete with bird. Everything else was office equipment, and we still stepped or fell over things. That summer of 1952 there was still just Harrold and I trying to keep up with the work. With the college out, we no longer had the college students help on the weekends or the intermittent secretarial help that we still used from time to time, I just did not have time to keep house. So we worked out an agreement with the children to help. Carol was 14 that year and a very capable girl. She much preferred to be busy doing something than spend her vacations doing nothing. So she took over the washing, ironing and house cleaning. I did the cooking with her help and she did the cleaning up afterwards with the help of her
two younger sisters.
out a schedule with Ann and Judi to be responsible for Claudia, one in the morning and one after her nap in the
afternoon. The next day they would switch. After a couple of days of that routine, one morning Jon
came to me with a hurt look on his face and asked, "What
about me. Mother, don't you think I can take care of Clau
dia, too? "
I was really surprised. I said, "Of course, Jon, I trust you to look after her, but are you sure you want to? " Now he seemed surprised that I would ask. "Yes,
mother, I really want to take my turn with the girls. " So we made a new schedule and it worked very well. No one felt burdened at any time. Since they dearly loved Claudia, they even enjoyed having her with them and she
was the best cared for toddler around that summer.
During the past year, Harrold had begun to travel for the mission. He coxildn't be gone very long at one time because of the work load. He was still the only one doing the typesetting and paste-ups. However, I began to see the
pattern developing that would escalate in the years ahead.
He wotild attend missionary rallies that were beginning to spring up in various areas. He would go to Bible colleges
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and hold three or four day seminars in missions. Few of the Bible colleges at that time had mission departments
so they were graduating preachers who had very little knowledge or information about missionary endeavors or
missionaries. In the summer, Harrold was in camps, as
many as could fit into his work schedule. Guess who was left holding the fort? Yes, Me! Some
body had to; besides, how often does one tcdce four children to camp? It shouldn't have been too bad. We lived just a
short distance from White Bear Lake. My parents lived
right on the lake. But taking the children swimming meant leaving my work, so they didn't get to go as often as they
would have liked.
One day when Harrold had already been gone a week and was not going to be back for another week, and the
weather was hot and humid, I was tired and in revolt. I
But I was feeling stubborn. So we had our lazy day. I don't think Carol enjoyed it as much as I did. And she was
In September I got help. Dorothy Adams, a recent graduate of Minnesota Bible College, came on a perma- ^
nent basis to work with us. She moved in with Carol and
I look back on
that now and think what tremendous people those two were
graduate willing to live with a 14-year-old in order to be a part of a missionary endeavor as much in the infant stage
as Mission Services was. How patient and loving Dorothy was! Also imagine a 14-year-old girl willing to give up what little privacy she had to accept an older woman to live with so closely. How magnanimous Carol was. Oh, you
In a sense, per
haps that is true. But she sure could have made life miser-
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able for us all if she resented the situation and chose to take
it out on us. They seemed to get along very well, and Dorothy soon was into the routine of the household as well
as the office work. She took a lot of the work off me and
Harrold, both. We loved and appreciated her from the very beginning. Dorothy became familiar with things just in time for me
to be free to accompany Harrold to the Fifth National Mis sionary Convention in Dodge City, Kansas. Dodge City is
Harrold's home town; and although his parents no longer lived there, he still had many friends whom he enjoyed
seeing and talking with again. By this time in 1952 the
had increased, but we were not yet large enough to meet in convention halls or auditoriums. This year of 1952 the convention was held in the old square brick building of
First Christian Church. The church since has built a
larger, more modern building on another location. The convention attenders filled the old building to capacity and
we were big enough to let the town know we were there. The high point of the convention was when J. Russell
Morse spoke.
Although he
and to the power of prayer. He urged everyone to mem orize Scripture; the Bible as a book can be taken away
from us as it was taken from him, but no one can take the
Word of God hidden in our hearts.
The convention was a refreshing, uplifting experience for us, especially for me since I hadn't had much opportun
ity to attend the meetings and rallies Harrold had. We
veled to a convention or large meeting. We always stop ped along the way, going and coming, in local congrega tions, speaking and promoting missions every opportunity
we had. So, fellowship in the churches and in the homes
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The children
all rushed to greet us, and there was Jon with his head all
swathed in bandages looking like an Indian swami. Poor
any given moment. It seems they had been over to my par ents' for Sunday dinner, which is what we did rather regu larly. My brother and family were there, also. The cousins always had a good time playing together. Well, Jon
but Jon happened to be right where he fell back against the edge of the cement housing of the septic tank iron lid. The split in his head required seven stitches when they finally got him to the doctor. It was Sunday, so it took a while before they located our doctor and met her at her office
where she could take care of him. I was concerned about the blow to the head, but when I took him for a check on the
stitches, the doctor said since he had had no symptoms of concussion, we need not worry. She concluded by saying,
"The head is pretty hard. " Jon's accident seemed to start a sequence of accidents, or so it seemed to me at the time. Every time Harrold
Judi tried to see if she could ride down the cement front
steps (at least 12) of the house behind us on her bicycle and
ended up with stitches in her chin.
ing there was broken glass on the bottom. He cut his big
toe down to the bone and that required quite a lot of repair
doctors, so drove most of the way in second. Whatever was wrong with the car, or whatever I might be doing to the car driving it that way, made no difference to me. 1
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had to get that child to the doctor. Going home was even worse; the gears ground, but I got it into a gear where it
would move and so we crept home. When Harrold got home and took the car to a mechanic to see what the problem was,
snow pile, and again there was glass at the bottom where
she landed on her knee. This time I was without a car at
had stitches, but I cleaned it and pulled it together as best I could. She has a rather large scar which she will carry
the rest of her life.
bronchitis. It got so that whenever Harrold came home from a trip, after greeting me, his first words would be,
"Well, what happened this time!"
Oh, I know there were lots of times the children were
sick or had accidents when Harrold was home, but those
don't stick in my memory as much as those times when I had to handle things by myself.
CHAPTER 7
1952
Two weeks after we returned from Dodge City, we entered a period of anxiety such as we had never known before. Jon's seventh birthday was coming up on October
21, We were planning on an evening dinner party with several of his neighborhood friends as guests. This was to be on a Monday.
The Friday before, Jon came home from school and
said he was going to get into his pajamas so he could go to bed right after supper. I was immediately alert. This is what he had said the year before when he had come down with pneumonia. I followed him upstairs, helped him un dress, questioned him about how he felt and took his temp erature. He said he was just tired; he didn't hurt anywhere. His temperature was just a little over 100. I relaxed a little, willing to watch and wait. Saturday morning his temperature was 101. He still didn't hurt anywhere. He spent the day in bed; didn't eat much but drank a lot. In the evening his temperature was down to normal and he acted perkier. I dared to give him a bath in the hopes he could go to church in the morning. Sunday morning his temperature was still normal, and outside of looking a little pale, he seemed himself again. We all went to church and Bible school in the morning, and later went over to my parents for Sunday dinner with my brother and his family. The cousins played together and
all seemed as usual. I concluded that Jon had had the com
as planned.
Tuesday morning the temperature was back but no higher than 101. I kept him in bed, which was not hard because he didn't feel like being up. He slept a lot. I would go to the
foot of the stairs and listen to his fast, shallow breathing and think how he sounded so much like last year. The thing that fooled me was the relatively low temperature. Toward
I ques
I discover
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where one usually has aches and pains during the flu, but
that it hurt at the base of his skull in the spinal cord itself.
I began to get mental warning signals that flashed brightly. That past summer, the Twin City area had been suffer ing from another dreadful epidemic of polio such as we had
had in 1946. Daily throughout the summer, the radio re
ported the new confirmed cases and the deaths. There were many adults as well as children. Remembering our neigh
bor's death back in 1946, my heart hurt for all the parents
of the sick children and all the children of sick parents.
During the summer, I had taken the time to read every thing I could get my hands on about polio: what the symptoms
to look for were, warnings, words of Sister Kinney, even
Bear congregation had had a 24-hour fever and a week later began to limp with weakened leg muscles. It was diagnosed as polio and he was under treatment. I found out all I could
about what the doctors said about his case from his mother.
I tried to be as informed as I knew how to be.
the things I had read leaped into my mind. I decided not to panic and tell anyone my suspicions since no other symp
toms were present to confirm them. I took his temperature and it had not changed. So I decided to wait until morning
and see if anything more developed. To say I spent a restless night would be an understate ment. I prayed a lot, and I suppose, repetitiously: first of all, that my suspicions were completely wrong and that I would know that for sure the next day, or, if I were right, that I would recognize that, too, and we would get him to the doctor and hospital in time to save his life. I don't think I deviated from those two thoughts all night long.
1 waited no longer. I went downstairs and straight to the phone. I called our doctor at her home. I didn't even apologize for doing that but abruptly told her:
"Jon has symptoms of bulbar polio. His neck hurts and is stiff. His speech is slurred, he can't swallow soft toast and must sip slowly to drink milk. He has temperature of
101 and has been sick since yesterday morning. " (I would
tell her later about the weekend illness. ) "It certainly sounds like it, Adele, " she answered.
"But
first bring him to me so I can look him over myself before I send him on to the hospital. I hope you are wrong. " I turned from the phone to confront Harrold and Dorothy
staring at me. I can just imagine Dorothy thinking about what in the world she had gotten into, living with us. Harrold said, "It can't be! Surely you are wrong. "
I told him, "I hope so, but I can't take that chance. " I went upstairs, told Jon we were going to the doctor, and helped him into his robe and slippers. I carried him down the stairs because I wanted him as quiet as possible.
Harrold met me at the bottom of the stairs and asked,
"Do you want me to go with you? " I knew that both he and Dorothy were working long hours to meet a printing deadline and I couldn't say positively whether this would be a short trip or how long it would take.
So I said,
"No, that's not necessary. You have all that work to do and I have no idea how long this is going to take or whether
I will be back in an hour. "
So Harrold carried Jon out to the car for me, said goodby and we left. The doctor was waiting for us and exam ined Jon on her living room couch. I watched her carefully make the tests and check the symptoms. Before she turned and looked at me, I already knew the answer. She stepped to the telephone and called the Ramsey County Hospital, told them she was sending in a polio suspect case, who he was and about how long it would be before we arrived. Ramsey County Hospital was the receiving center for all polio patients in that area. She kissed Jon, (she was es pecially fond of him) with tears in her eyes said she-would pray for us, and helped me out to the car with him.
It was about 30 miles from White Bear Lake to the hos
pital. As we drove along, Jon and I talked. I explained where we were going and what he coxild expect in the way
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of tests and examinations when we got there. Then we chat ted about other things for a little and fell silent. I am sure
he was trying to understand things in his own mind, and I was praying that I would get him to the hospital before he
had any serious breathing problems. They were waiting for us at the hospital. As the nurse took him from my arms, she said, "I hoped we were all
through with this for this year. " She took him into the ex amining room and I was led away to the office to fill out the
forms that would admit him to the hospital.
After I was through, it was not long before they finished examining Jon and they rolled him out on a gurney into an empty examining room where he and I were to wait for the
results of the tests. The nurse and doctor were high in
their praise of Jon's cooperation and behavior during the necessary tests. The doctor said, "I wish all of our pati
ents were as good as he was. " I smiled at Jon and told him I was proud of him. He was interested in the different things he saw in the room we were in. I answered his questions as best I could.
Then he turned to me and asked, "Mother, ami going to
die? "
suddenly race when confronted with such a crucial question. I could not lie and I must not frighten. I know the Lord
gave me the answer. "No, Jon, I don't think so, " I answered, "remember little Bobbie Vandeventar? He's being treated for polio now and he didn't die. Not everyone who has polio dies,
you know.
He seemed to accept this and relaxed. Then he asked, "Do I have to stay here in the hospital ? I want to go home,
I don't want to stay here. "
Again, truthfully I could answer, "I want you to come home, too, Jon. I don't want to leave you here, but I don't
They do here.
They know exactly what to do to make you well and that is what is important now, that you get well so you can come
home. "
He nodded and agreed that that really was the important thing. The wait for the results seemed an awfully long time, so I was surprised when my watch pointed out that
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less than an hour had gone by since we had entered the hos
pital. When the doctor finally came in, he gave me a long searching look, then said, "As you probably already know,
the tests are positive. " I followed the gurney into the elevator, up and over to the wing that was strictly for polio patients, isolated from the rest of the hospital. They wheeled Jon into the room right next to the nurses station where he would remain during the next four or five days of the critical stage of
his illness. The nurse received Jon and while she was
into a private room where he wanted as complete a medical and emotional history of Jon that I could give him. In that year, they were still searching desperately for some clue to the cause of polio and how it was contagious. Some of the questions asked seemed totally irrelevant to me, but I knew they were groping for any little thing that might help, so I did my best to give as complete an answer as I could. After the doctor was satisfied with my answers, he
days and Jon had those ahead of him. Only time would tell whether the polio would spread to other parts of the body, but they would begin immediately to wrap him in hot towels because there was that real possibility.
He also asked that we not visit Jon while he was in the
hospital.
We
could call every day and check on how our child was; we
could send gifts and cards and letters, but they had so many children that if all the parents trooped in every day,
they would interfere with the constant care the children
needed. He promised that if Jon became critical, they would call us in time to arrive at the hospital before death,
if it came to that,
course, that sometimes circumstances would not always allow such a promise to be kept, I did understand that frantic parents could interfere with the care of the chil
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sitting beside him and she grinned and said, "The first thing he said to me was, 'I'm hungry!' He's doing pretty
well with the ice cream."
Jon grinned at me and I grinned back. I wasn't sur prised since it was now past three o'clock in the afternoon
and he hadn't had anything to eat since the glass of milk at home. The nurse gave me Jon's pajamas, robe and slippers
the hospital. He couldn't take them home with him later. I explained to Jon about not visiting him and why; promised
we'd call every day and send him things. Then with the
promise of his daddy coming that evening, an admonition to do everything the doctors and nurses said so he could get well and come home fast, I kissed him and left. As I got into the car to leave, I looked up at the floor of the hospital where I thought approximately Jon was and
then at the paper sack in my hand; my mind refused to con sider what might be ahead. I felt detached from myself; as if I were standing off watching myself do the automatic
things of starting the car and driving off toward home. This feeling came again and again in the days ahead. I stopped at the doctors office on my way home. She
had been in contact with the hospital and the doctor who would care for Jon there. She told me what the count had
been in his spinal fluid and interpreted it for me. She said Jon had a good hard case but not necessarily a fatal case. She mentioned a count nvimber that is usually fatal. She said she would go into the hospital and see Jon three or
four times a week, and I knew that would comfort and en
thought about what Harrold and Dorothy must have been thinking all this time without one word from me. I have to
admit I did not once think about calling them. All my thought
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By the time I
were subdued especially when I told them the doctor at the hospital said they should stay home from school for one week as a precaution and I was to take their temperature both morning and evening. The doctor had told me that at the slightest rise in temperature, I was immediately to bring that child to the hospital for examination because
the sooner the treatment was started, the more chance of recovery. Evidence up to that time showed that other
children in the same family often came down with the ill ness, too. Some families in the epidemic had lost more than one child. I did not want to frighten the children, but
So my atti
tude was all important in setting the mood of the home in My next task that day was to call my father and mother
home and facing the family. My mother and I talked some time during every day, so I knew she had called the house and sensed that something was not right. She had (and still
has) a sixth sense about when things are "not right. " The
news of Jon was a shock to both of them and I tried to re
assure them as much as I could. They were both strong Christians and I knew the Lord would sustain them just as
He was sustaining us.
Each day we would send him a small package of some little thing he could play with: puzzles, rubber bands,
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Also a lot of prayer and love came our way for Jon, for us, for the whole family. It came from near and far, from all over the country, and all over the world, as the news some
how spread to missionaries, friends and loved ones. We literally felt wrapped in it and it was one of two main things that brought us through the experience whole. I also think
it was one of the early experiences that made our children know that children of God are a part of a larger family where everyone cares about each other.
The girls
took turns praying at the table which was our custom, and they each always prayed for Jon, for the doctors and nurses
who cared for him. I saw other evidence of that also in their
Because
him, I fervently prayed that God would help make Jon well
At the same time, I wondered
prayed the same thing. So I just told the Lord all my feelings; asked Him to forgive me if I was praying wrongly,
told Him I was sure He understood and that I trusted Jon in
His hands, then I had to end "not my will but Thine be done. " I have no doubt but that I prayed the same way every night.
I prayed for the girls, too. I thought of each one of them individually and prayed, "Oh, no. Lord, please don't
let that terrible disease touch my beautiful girls, too. " For some reason I never once thought about Harrold or
I getting the disease. We did think of Dorothy. We sug gested she might want to move out for a while, but she
elected to stay figuring she was already exposed. Gradually the week passed. The girls' temperatures stayed normal. Not even a cold^or cough came along to scare us. Then came the morning when I made the call
to the hospital to see how Jon was, and a joyful voice said,
"He is out of intensive care and we have moved him into
the ward with the rest of the recuperating children. He is weak but he has the biggest grin of any child in the ward! " Then she told me Jon never did completely lose his abil
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any other area of his body as far as they could tell, but they were going to be alert to any weakness anywhere else. It was mainly now a matter of recuperation. What a day of rejoicing and thankfulness to God! Our relief was enormous; as much physical as emotional. We
had been going through the motions of daily life and work
a little like robots, with our emotions in suspension, but
and the neighbors stopped avoiding us. The week before Thanksgiving the hospital called on a
Friday and said we could come and get Jon after lunch that very day. I remember I was cleaning the house and was in
the downstairs bathroom when the call came. It was close
to 11 o'clock then.
bathtub weeping my heart out. It was all over, Jon was well enough to come home! I covild cry for the first time since it all began. Poor Harrold didn't know what to do with me so he left me alone to get it out of my system. As usual,
he was in the middle of meeting a deadline, but we both
dropped everything, changed our clothes and were on our way to the hospital by noon. I don't think we even stopped
to eat lunch.
We had brought clothes for Jon with us, so we had to wait a bit after we arrived at the hospital. In the hall sat
I gathered him in my arms and I never wanted to let him go. Oh, he was so pale and thin. But he was well, and he was coming home. We were given some instructions for
his care then we left. All the nurses and doctors came to
was quite a favorite. They had even taken pictures of him. Our first stop on the way home was at my mother's so
she could see for herself he was all right and could give
get Jon settled on the davenport before the girls came home.
His being home was a surprise to them, so there was lots of excitement and questions. Jon still had some difficulty
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for a long time. He had both good and bad to say. The most of what I got out of his story and what the nurses and
doctors told me, was that Jon's good attitude kept it from being a harmful experience for him and that he was a big help in getting other frightened children to adjust and ac cept treatment. I praise God for the witness of even a
seven-year-old.
For the first two weeks he was to be very quiet, spend his days on the couch. He was to take three 20-minute warm baths a day to keep his muscles relaxed. Polio leaves it's victims extremely nervous and we were to avoid upsetting Jon as much as possible. I discovered
that was not an easy thing to accomplish in our house hold. All the activity that went on in our crowded space was not the most restful, but when I suggested Jon go up to his room where it was more quiet, he objected. He had been gone from the family long enough. Claudia was a problem, too. At two-and-a-half, she was too young to understand why Jon was getting all that attention and all those presents. She didn't like it one bit. She did understand that Jon wasn't supposed to leave the couch, so she would run up and grab some toy of his and run away out of his reach, knowing he couldn't follow. Jon would yell and dissolve in tears and I would have to stop and try to soothe Jon and try to get Claudia to understand the situation. Even when I persuaded Jon to share with Claudia what she could play with without hurting it, when
my back was turned, she would take it out of Jon's reach
to tease. There were times when I was almost ready to put Jon back in the hospital so he could get the peace and
quiet which he needed.
In time, as all things do, the situation changed and Jon became more calm and Claudia less jealous, plus Jon was
able to be more active. He didn't return to school until
eifter the new year. It was a difficult time for him. By the time school was out in the spring, he had not regained what
he had lost in those two months out of school. In fact that
was the beginning of five years of struggle for him in school before he finally got caught up to where he was doing grade
level work.
When one child in the family is desperately ill, it has an eiffect on other children in the family in ways we sometimes don't always recognize. So much depends on the nature of each child. In the directness of a young child like Claudia,
it is easy to recognize jealousy and deal with it. But older children often hide or bury their feelings, and if it comes out at all, it comes out in unexpected ways.
Before Jon had become ill, Ann had developed scaly patches on her knees and down the shin bone of her legs. They were itchy and not pretty. I recognized them as a
possible allergy and took her to the doctor. The doctor gave us some salve to use which didn't help, so we went back again and she tried something else. Since Ann was old enough that I did not supervise her bath or dressing, apparently her problem went out of my mind during Jon's illness and all the other things I was coping with at the time. One day after things had calmed down after Jon's return home, I chanced to look at her legs and was appalled at what had developed. The affected areas were thick, heavy, elephant-like skin. I had never seen anything like it. I got her to the doctor as quickly as I could, and the doctor took one look and from her office made an appoint ment for us with a specialist in St. Paul. The specialist examined Ann and said he had never seen that kind of thing in one so young before. He said it would
He
talked to her privately and then turned her over to his assis
Ann had been going through any problems or upset at school or with the family. He said emotion and stress has a lot to do with allergies, I told him about Jon and what we all had been experiencing in recent weeks. I don't know what Ann had said to him or if she had said anything. This discern-
ing man very gently told me that Ann loved her brother very
much and was as concerned about him as any of us, but that she had felt our neglect of her problem during our concern
for Jon, Since her problem was not as great as Jon's, she felt guilty for feeling neglected. That was a big emotional burden for an 11-year-old. I remember sitting there thinking, "He's right! Ann did not call our attention to
what was happening to her legs; she waited until I noticed
it on my own. "
The doctor reassured Ann that he could cure her and
The next treatment Ann had was a week later. were at home. Then he made the observation,
doctor again took me into his office and asked how things
"You are
a lot more relaxed than you were before. You were ter ribly tense the last time you were here. " I had not been aware of being so tense or of being more relaxed later. However, I accepted his evaluation and it made me feel that we finally had turned the corner
and the road ahead was clearer than it had been before.
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1953
Sometime later he came to me privately and said, "I know why God is giving us another baby; so I can have a
brother!"
dresses changed, in Horizons. Now we printed A Directory of Missions. This later became the Missionary Prayer List to take away any "official" stamp to the list. Spring of 1953 was the first year we promoted Pente
cost Sunday by printing and sending out Pentecost stamps. Harrold asked Gladys Dudley to design the stamps and they
were sent out on Horizons mailing list. This promoted the birthday of the church and Mission Services. We continued
it for about 10 years.
quarters into something that would house the family, more workers, and give lots of room for the development of effici
ent ways to conduct the work. The situation was ridiculous !
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more from the college to help put out the big mailings. For the sake of the work and our sanity, we couldn't put off the
move any longer.
sale, deciding how they could be used, etc. But the more we thought about it and talked about it, the more we began
to feel that we needed to be more centrally located in the
Chicago. We didn't want in Chicago proper because of the high living costs, but we felt close by would be good.
So we sent the word out to friends and interested people
shown great interest in Mission Services and talked about the possibility of our moving to Joliet. Harrold had
a three-hour layover between trains. Bob Graham met him at the station and armed with suggestions from the oldest real estate agency in town, they went looking at
property. The first place they looked at was the last place they stopped. It was exactly what we had in mind,
in the right area, with plenty of land to expand, large
enough for all our needs, and at the right price. Before
he had to catch his train, Harrold had made arrangements
to buy the house in the name of the Mission. He was to arrive back from that trip, going directly to Minnesota Bible College from the train, where he was
to speak to the student body that evening. I was to meet him at the college and we'd go home together after the meeting. So, it was from the platform in front of the
student body that I first heard where my new home was
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Illinois was except it was probably near Chicago. After wards one of the students asked how I liked receiving such information in that way. All I could think of to say was, "Well, I guess it is as good a way as any. " The first thing Harrold did was call a meeting of the Mission board. They officially voted to purchase the pro
perty; $1, 000 was paid down and the remaining $14, 000
was to be paid by September 1. The board approved a plan for raising the money including additional funds for redec orating and some remodeling. The request was to be for
gifts and for loaned money at a nominal interest. The total
be bought in the name of the Mission. The family had some exciting conferences. Harrold drew floor plans of the ten-room plus house. We all sat around the dining room table deciding how the rooms would
otherwise prepare the house for our coming. We were thrilled and deeply gratefxil to these people who as yet did
not know us, but were willing to give time, effort, and
talent for our benefit because of the work for the Lord we
The children did not object to moving to an unfamiliar place. They seemed to be caught up in the excitement of
change, the feeling that it was for the growth of the work,
that anything would be better than the crowded conditions
that were present at the time. It was my parents who had feelings of regret and some doubt. This was natural. They hated to see us move so far away, after being close by for
eight years. Also, my father still had doubts of the finan
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child is Claudia
We added two more people to our permanent staff that spring. Bonnie Newman and Ira McDaniel were graduating from Minnesota Bible College that June, and had decided to join us permanently. Also, Jackie White agreed to
work with us just for the summer. We felt especially blessed at this time to have this additional help. The logistics of moving 500 miles was going to occupy a lot of
our thinking and time, but the printing schedule had to be adhered to regardless of anything else. My parents owned a cottage on White Bear lake that my brother's family and our family shared the use of
each summer. We would use it in July, and they in August or vice versa. This summer of 1953. we arranged
to use it in July. The family and the girls, Jackie White, Bonnie Newman, Dorothy Adams, moved into the cottage. All meals were prepared and eaten there. Ira McDaniel stayed at the house and all the work of the
Mission was done there, plus the washing and drying. Carol again did the washing and ironing and cleaning, with the help of Ann. I did the cooking and Judi and Jon took care of Claudia. I gradually turned over my mission responsibilities to Dorothy and Bonnie, and began to get into the business of packing. When August came and my brother took over the
cottage, Bonnie, Jackie and Ira moved to rooms in the
college dorms, going back and forth each day but eating
all meals with us. The rest of us existed in the chaos
of the house in Willernie. We had the house up for sale, but it was not in good showing condition. We hoped to get enough out of the house to pay back my parents for the money they had put in it and a little something to put into the property in Joliet. As it turned out, we had some money to apply on the new property in Joliet, but not to pay back my folks. They wrote their money off as a
contribution to the work.
In the meantime, the money to purchase the Joliet property was coming in regularly and building up. We were greatly encouraged and going ahead on faith with all preparations for the move. My feeling from the very beginning was that if this move would allow for the growth of the Mission that God was pointing us toward, the money would come in. My prayers were not so much for the money to come in, but that we would be adequate to the work in whatever way or place we were challenged.
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They were going into new experiences: new school, new friends,
new church, and I felt they would need me as a touch point for security. I knew Harrold woxild be so occupied in setting up the operation of the Mission that unless one of them were ill, he might not be aware of any emotional needs. But I kissed them good-by and put them into the hands of their
father and the Lord. I also knew Bonnie and Dorothy would look out for them as much as they could. For myself,
only as people had time. I hated to see the older children go without me.
I recuperated faster than I thought in the quiet of my parents' home and soon time began to drag. I did the sewing I had kept back to do during that time. I tied a quilt top that had been laying in a drawer for years. To add to my boredom, I became more and more uncomfortable in any position: sitting, standing, or lying. The month of September dragged on. Then, just when I thought there would be no baby in September, I had to wake my father at midnight to take me to the hospital, and Timothy Spencer was born at 5:30 a. m. on September 30. The first thing I said when the doctor said it was a boy, was "Good, now Jon won't have to run away. " Then,
of course, I had to explain to the surprised doctor and nurses what that was all about. They had never had a
reaction like that before.
I had sent my father home and back to bed after he had delivered me to the hospital, so 1 had been alone. Now, I asked the nurse if someone would call my parents and tell them the baby was here and all was well. The nurse said I was perfectly capable of calling myself, so she wheeled me to the telphone. My folks didn't answer their phone; I guess they were sleeping pretty soundly. So I called my sister-in-law. She was shocked to hear
my voice and what I had to tell her at 6:30 in the morning. As I was being wheeled out of the delivery suite, the obstetrical nurse offered me a cherry licorice. I happily accepted; so there I was being wheeled to my room chewing on a piece of candy with the doctor and nurse shaking their heads at me as I went, I was too excited to sleep. I felt inordinately proud of myself. For the first time I had had a baby in less than 12 hours and everything had gone without a hitch, and it was a boy! If I had had complete control over the whole thing, it couldn't have gone any better. About nine
o'clock the doctor came in with about four interns in tow.
I felt a little
given birth to both of them with none of the usual medication given to women in labor. I highly recommend it; that is,
if everything is normal.
I left the hospital in five days. My brother took me to my parents' home. Claudia was so eager to see her baby
brother and hold him. She hardly let him out of her sight. She was always checking to be sure that he was still in that
basket; that no one had taken him away from us. Tim had been an impatient baby with a loud cry in the hospital, but now at home he was good as gold, sleeping and eating with
very little crying except at bath time. Claudia couldn't understand why he didn't like his bath. She always enjoyed
h'jr bath very much.
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The plan was for Harrold to come for us in two weeks, and on the way home to stop at a missionary rally in La Crosse,
Wisconsin. So it was a matter of gaining strength and esta
blishing my breast milk for the baby during those two weeks. I thought I had an idea of what I might be facing when I
arrived in Joliet.
suggestion because "your aunt had said something about coming over. " The large group of women who came I had
learned to love very much. I had been president of their
group one year, and had worked closely with all of them during the three years we had been members at White Bear. Pheraba
Hoskins, who had been the minister when we came, had left after we had been there a year, and Lawrence and Eunice
Sunkler had been there since. The Sunklers were music
teachers at the college and were beloved people we had known for years, so our association with them had been most
precious.
It was a lovely evening I will never forget because they showed their love for me in a very simple, direct way. They presented with a thumb-indexed Bible with many teaching
helps.
much use; it has had to be replaced and now rests in my bookcase where I still occasionally go to use some of it's helps. Harrold came as planned, and within a day everything was packed into the car and we were on our way. It wasn't easy saying good-by to my parents. We owed them so much and were so grateful for their love and support. Without them there might have been an entirely different story. With a promise to be back for Christmas, we waved good-by and left. With the stop in Wisconsin and another in Illinois, it was three days before we pulled up into the driveway alongside the big house in Joliet. Jon was sitting on the doorstep waiting, but before I wo\ild get out of the car, everyone was out on the porch welcoming us. The girls wanted to get their hands on Tim and Claudia, but I had my arms full of Jon hugging me as hard as he could. It was such a wonderfully complete feeling to be back with everyone together again. Sitting around the supper table and looking at everyone, I was so grateful to God
for His many wonderous blessings, more than I ever could count. One of the elders' wives brought over a cake for
our dessert as a welcome gesture and that made it even more
The euphoria left, though, the next morning as I looked around the house. Unpacked boxes were stacked everywhere. There was not one curtain to any window. There was sys
tematic order of the offices and work rooms of the Mission,
In addition,
I don't
I had the feeling that I was expected to jump right in and do mean that anyone said that or even indicated that, but just
that 1 felt that. I am sure that if I had used a more rational approach, as opposed to emotional, I would have realized
whelmed me. Everyone else had been in Joliet long enough that they felt very much at home. They knew where they were
going all over town; they knew everyone at church; they were
familiar with the shops and prices. Carol made the remark
here all my life. " The others agreed to having the same
feelings.
Not me ! ! I felt all alone; I didn't know anyone or anything. I felt alien and out of step with everyone and everything. In a
house full of people, I felt all alone. Then, to add to that feeling, Harrold had a speaking engagement somewhere that
Now, of
sense was I facing meeting new people alone, but in the state of mind I was in, I felt alone. I look back on that time now
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Missionary Prayer Calendar for 1954. Unless a person has done something like this, it is next to impossible to under
stand how much work is involved in getting all the pictures
printing began. Even with carrying over the information of many of the missionaries from the previous two years, the
number of missionaries was growing so rapidly during those
years, and changing so much, that the task was formidable. Actually, we were only able to continue the calendars two more years. By 1956, the number of missionaries had
become so large that the idea of picturing all the missionaries and their families on their birthdays had become impractical and impossible. We tried to replace it with a Missionary Picture Book, but there wasn't enough response from the missionaries or in orders from people in the churches, so
that the idea had to be scrapped. The work was growing. More missionary papers were
coming in for us to print. Their mailing lists had to be put on address plates and cards made for the master list. More slide programs were being added to the film library. Scripts had to be duplicated as well as the slides. More and more
business was coming in for the bookstore.
an excuse to loaf.
helped Bonnie at times to number new slide sets and type scripts. I always helped in getting out the big mailings of Horizons and Salute, In fact, everyone was involved in that including most of the children. When the magazine came from the printers, we would set to work after the regular days' work was done, after supper. We would continue until it was
all done and in the mail sacks ready to be taken to the post office the next morning. Usually it was two or three o'clock in the morning by the time we had finished, and someone would go out to an all night place and bring in pizzas, and
we would finish the night off with pizza and cokes or milk. We were exhausted and acting silly by then but we had such a good feeling of family and oneness in those days. As there were more and more mailings like that to do, we couldn't continue that kind of schedule and keep our health. So, we began to use the volunteer help of some of the women of the church. On the days of the big mailings, a crew of eight to ten women would come in the morning. Two long tables were set down the length of the living room and one group worked there. Another group worked around the stretched-out dining room table. We had a hand-addressing machine in those days, and the women took turns operating it while the others counted and tied up and put the bundles into
the proper mail bags. The old-fashioned chandelier in the dining room made a good place to string the tying cord over to keep it from tangling, and floors and chairs were piled high with separated magazines. By the day's end, they usually
had the job done,
I started out feeding them lunch on those days. However, they soon decided that feeding them was too much for the Mission to do, so they began bringing pot-luck enough to feed the Mission family as well as themselves. Where could you get a better set-up than that? Women who would come and work all day for no pay and bring food to feed everyone in the bargain! Those women kept that up for many years, and frankly, without them we could not have met
any mailing dates at all.
reasonably normal home, and the Mission staff had a good atmosphfere in which to work efficiently, I did the cooking and
the laundry for everyone, Carol, Ann, and Judi helped me prepare meals and they cleaned up the dishes eifter supper. They took turns and I had a regular schedule set up and posted so there would be no arguments as to whose turn it was to do what. One girl would help me prepare supper, the other two
would do the dishes; and that changed every day.
one other dish out to the kitchen.
Everyone
would help clear the table by each taking his own dishes and On Saturdays, the place was a beehive of activity. Each
woman staff member and my three older girls and myself were responsible for cleaning our own rooms plus one other room in the house. Each girl was also responsible for her own
ironing. So on Saturdays everyone was cleaning, ironing, doing her own personal laundry, washing hair, etc. The men were responsible for the outside yardwork, etc. I did my cleaning and ironing on other days of the week so I would be
out of their way; also, so I could bake on Saturdays and run errands and take my girls to their piano lessons. They all understood their responsibilities and did their part. It worked very well, but someone who tried to do business with anyone in the house on Saturdays found it most difficult to do. The only problem I remember was one Bonnie had trying to keep people off the floor of the upstairs hallway long enough to let
the wax dry.
We all had a part in the work of the local church. Bonnie, Dorothy and Carol sang in the choir, and Ann Louise and Judi
also joined later as they became high school age. Some of us taught in the Bible School, and others worked with the youth. Shortly after the first of the year, Harrold and I were asked
to co-teach the Kum Dubl class, a rather large adult class
of couples around our own age. "With Harrold traveling for the Mission so much, I ended up teaching exclusively, and this
continued for all the years we lived in Joliet. spiritual growth. It was a
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The mission staff was trying to work in one large room with spillover into the rest of the house whenever necessary.
Plans had been to clean up and fix up thebasement for the
circulation department but nothing could be done during the winter. There was a lot of talk about doing something to the
attic also. I had been hanging clothes to dry in the attic all that winter; climbing the two flights of stairs with baskets of wet clothes from the kitchen where the washing machine was. With ten people to wash for, including a baby in diapers, I was
getting a lot of exercise.
third floor and built us two large rooms with closets and storage
places under the eaves.
tractor.
was out, one of the rooms became the bedroom for Carol
and Ann, each with her own closet, and the other became the
June of 1954 and came to Mission Services as a permanent addition to the staff. Margaret Edith Myers came to work
during the summer, and continued to write letters for Harrold using our dictating machines when she returned to Lincoln Bible Institute to finish her schooling. Ira McDaniels had left us during the winter to work with Warren Humphreys in
Rochester, New York.
In addition to building the rooms on the third floor, other men from the church changed the heating system from coal to oil, and rewired the house to accommodate the heavy load of electricity needed for the Mission's equipment. Work was begun on the basement to make it usable for work space. There was an old dry cistern under the kitchen, that, with many hours of hard work by Jim Maddux and Chuck Woodhouse, was finally broken down and outfitted to house the first printing press, and paper storage, and folding machine.
The first room, at the bottom of the basement stairs, was
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addressing stencils, and desks. Several years later, the old furnace room was paneled and held two printing presses and the folding machine. But that all took years to bring about and even then was only a stepping stone to larger quarters. That year of 1954 the Mission still farmed out it's printing and we were feeling our way as to equipment. The Christian service camp that served the churches of that area was Lake Region Christian Assembly, just over the state line at Cedar Lake, Indiana. That spring, the Mission was invited to have a Christian bookstore on the camp grounds for all the weeks of the whole summer camping program.
It seemed like a good idea to us, so it was decided that Carol,
our eldest, who was then going into her junior year in high school, would be the manager and would spend her whole summer at the camp. Arrangements were made for her to work in the dining room of the camp for her board and room, so the cost to the Mission was nothing. The decision was made to pay her a set salary a week rather than a percentage of the sales, because we had no idea how successful something like this would be since it was a first for both us and the camp. It was such a big success that the bookstore became a
Jon spent his summers managing the bookstore, but his work
for the camp was mowing the lawns and serving as lifeguard.
When it came Jon's turn to leave, Rachel McGilvrey took over the job, and the McGilvrey family carried on from there until the practice stopped. I thank God for this opportunity the children had. It was an excellent training ground for all of them. They had the chance to be a part of all the camp programs throughout the
summer. They learned to work for someone else besides
their father.
accurate records, answering for every penny passing through their hands. They had to learn to deal with people both older and younger than themselves courteously and with Christian sweetness. I could not have asked for a better way to help them in the maturing process. This also gave them their own money to save or spend as they chose, and we pretty well left
If they
made mistakes, we felt fhey would learn faster from them than
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if we told them how they should spend the money they had made themselves. I guess they learned well, because as
The
Harrold being gone a good deal of the time in camps, DVBS's, meetings, weekends, etc. Carol was gone all summer at
Cedar Lake, and I took the rest of the children, and visited
my parents in Minnesota during the month of July. When September came and school opened, we were all back
from our wanderings, and settling into a comfortable routine
and giggling up on the third floor in their new room, supposedly doing homework, and across the hall the electric typewriter was going furiously as Harrold was setting type for some
publication.
Such a feeling of peace and contentment like I had never felt before descended on me and filled my very being. All of my family (including the Mission family) were back again under one roof, safe and well, busy and happy. My world was complete. I covildn't ask for anything more. My heart swelled with thanksgiving and praise to God for being so good to me. I rocked Tim much longer than necessary just savoring the feeling, clinging to it and receiving from it as long as I could. Then I gently laid Tim in his crib and went to read to Claudia and Jon before tucking them in and making the rounds of goodnight to the others. I never again quite captured that same overwhelming feeling, though there were other similar times. I think that time was special and God-given.
CHAPTER 10
As the year drew to a close, although we were having financial problems, the decision was made to begin the weekly publication of Horizons. The reason was NEED! The Christian Standard was no longer printing any missionary news or promotion, including the column "World Wide Evangelism" that Harrold had been writing for them. There was no other vehicle for getting the news of missions before the people like Horizons. Plus the fact that there were more and more missionaries entering the ranks every year. We felt that if we met the need, the money would come. So 1955 began with printing and mailing a four-page Horizons two weeks of the month, and an eight-page issue, including missionary and youth lesson materials the other two weeks. The goal was to publish eight pages every week. We offered a special price for new subscriptions, and that brought a large encouraging response. We felt that the weekly publication was assured, although the eight-page goal
was still in the future.
In August 1955, Horizons announced that the youth lessons, The Christian Youth Hour, edited by Ralph McLean, would
become separate from Horizons by the end of the year. The youth lessons would be printed and distributed by Ralph in an entirely separate service to the churches. Ralph's work had grown enough to warrant this, and, of course, there would now be more space in Horizons for the growing news of missions. To make the change-over as smooth as possible for everyone
concerned, the lesson matei'ial would continue until the end
of the year, Ralph would continue to contribute to Horizons news about youth groups around the world.
The National Missionary Convention was to be held in
San Jose, California in 1955 and Harrold had been assigned a place on the program. Harrold's parents, Herbert and Blanche McFarland, lived just outside of San Jose in
Campbell, and it had been more than ten years since any of our family had seen or visited them. Harrold's brother, Donald also lived nearby with his family. We talked it over and decided
that we should take the time and money and make the trip.
We really had meant that the whole family would go, but as
we talked it over in family conference, the two ordfer girls
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decided that they could not be gone from school for the three to four weeks the trip would take driving. The time of the convention was September 20-23 so that meant those
in school would miss the first whole month of the new school
year. Carol was entering her senior year and Ann was starting her freshman year, and neither of them felt that they could afford to miss those first crucial weeks. We felt that the decision was their's to make and respected it. Judi was in junior high and didn't care what problems being gone might create; she wanted to go with us. Her teachers agreed that it would be good for her. I was dubious about Jon missing school, especially those first weeks, because he was still having real problems in keeping up with his work. However, his teacher felt that it would be wise for him to go with us, that traveling was educational, too, and that she would help him catch up when he got back. So, we made plans for the six of us to make the trip. We bought a new 14-foot travel trailer. It had a
double bed in one end and the table and seats at the other
end folded down into a three-quarter bed. Over the double bed, Harrold built a hammock sturdy enough to hold both Jon and Tim sleeping head to toe. The three-quarter bed slept Judi and Claudia head to toe. This way we could travel without suitcases, sleep without imposing on friends along the way or without paying moiiey out for motel space for six, and eat without the expense of restaurant food for six three times a day. Of course, we could not make a trip of that distance (or
My job was to get the family ready for the trip and stock the
trailer for any contingency. Most of that trip is pretty vague in my mind as to the places we visited or the people we met. I do remember visiting the Bob Lillies in Colorado, some of the glorious scenery in Utah, and the divine smell of the pine trees at
Lake Tahoe.
were on our way to Ely, Nevada. It was late afternoon when we passed the last place where we could get gas, and ahead
of us stretched a road of nothing to Ely. The car alone could have made it, but pulling the trailer we weren't sure we could make it on the one full tank of gas we had. We did not carry extra gas cans because it was dangerous, and anyway
we had no thought of ever having to need them. We had no choice but to go on, and hope that when we ran out, there
would be someone come along to help, although we were
afraid that it would be two or three o'clock in the morning.
I remember riding along, with the children asleep in the back seat, watching the gas gauge in the light of the dash board slowly sink toward empty. Then I would look out at the blackness of the night where no light but the stars shone
read empty! One of us (I don't remember which) tried to make a joke about "now we would know just how much gas was left in the tank after the gauge read empty. " I figured that it wouldn't be long before we knew the answer to that question. We started up a long rise to the top of a hill, height unknown in the blackness, and I began to pray that we could make it to the top, at least, knowing how much
grade, and the closer we got to the top, the slower the car pulled. All of a sudden I realized that I was holding my
breath and that I needed to breathe.
We pulled up over the top, and. Praise God! He had more than answered my prayer. Below us in the distance we could
see the lights of Ely! Just as we started down the grade, the last of the gas ran out, and we began to coast. With the added weight of the trailer pushing us, we coasted right down into that town, and right into the only station open in that part of
town. I couldn't believe it! Harrold and I laughed with relief, and the older children awoke to ask what waS gding
on.
our prayers?
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Arriving on the West Coast, we parked the trailer in the drive-way of the folk's home and moved into the house for the days of our visit. Harrold's parents had not yet seen Claudia or Tim, so they were delighted with the company of the grandchildren. Besides attending the convention, we
found time to visit other relatives and friends whom we
a great time of fellowship, listening, learning, promoting and returning each night exhausted. The evening Harrold spoke, his parents and the children attended so everyone
had a taste of what the convention was like. Harrold's
we ran out of gas with nothing to do but get as far off the road as we could and wait for help. It was around ten o'clock at night, about the time we hoped to get to Flagstaff, when Harrold did manage to
catch a ride into town for gas. I locked all the car doors and stayed with the children, car and trailer. The children
I huddled in my
sweater and tried to keep warm in the front seat. The car grew colder and colder as we sat waiting, and every time
a car would whiz past on the highway, our car would rock in
the wind of its wake. By the time Harrold returned with
gas, and drove into the city of Flagstaff, it was well past midnight. Wa didn't try to bother anyone, but located the
church building, pulled up next to it and found a door
unlocked. We used the rest rooms and electric connection
and bedded down in our trailer. The next morning we left a thank you note in the building and went on our way. Tim's birthday was September 30, and he was two years old. The other children would not let the day go by without some kind of celebration so we bought a pretty little birthday Ccike, put candles on it, and during the day stopped at a picnic park and celebrated Tim's second birthday! candles,
cake, presents, the whole bit.
but the rest of us do.
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Ws were a weary bunch when we arrived back in Joliet! We were so glad to be home, but at the same time, glad
that we had made the trip. Judi and Jon were soon settled back in school, neither one suffering much from being gone. It took me just a few days of washing clothes
The trailer was the beginning of a fleet of four trailers bought by Mission Services and offered to missionaries on furlough. There were two other small ones the size of the first one, and a larger 27-foot one that would accommodate a larger family for travel. They proved to be a help for easier, less expensive travel for missionaries with children as they crisscrossed the country presenting their work in
the churches, at conventions and rallies. Mission Services
maintained the trailers and kept them insured. missionaries rented them by the month.
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table and talked of their work: the accomplishments, the hopes and plans, the hardships and disappointments, the
than complete service to God in winning souls to Christ. The children learned by listening that missionary work is
not all glamour or excitement nor is it all sacrifice and
rough going. I think they received a very realistic picture of what is involved in leaving familiar, comfortable surroundings and going to strange lands and strange
customs and trying to adjust to different and difficult
situations.
In the late fall of 1954, Joan Getter stayed with us while she kept several speaking dates in our area. One day she
decided she was going to cook a real Indian meal for all
of us at Mission Services. We furnished her with the ingredients she needed and turned the kitchen over to her.
When it came close to the time to serve the meal, she had us clear the dining room and put newspapers on the floor to act as an eating area. It was to be large enough for all
of us to sit around on the floor.
Joan dressed Carol and Ann and herself in true saris for
the occasion.
all sat down on the floor to the best of our individual abilities.
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Not a utensil for our use was in sight. We each one dipped out of the bowls with our fingers, and ate with our fingers.
Joan had seen to it that we had all washed our hands
The younger children had a hilarious time, and all of us thought everyone else was as funny as we were, Tim, who was only about 14 months old, toddled around among us
and acted as if he thought we had all lost our minds. Most
of the time I ate with one hand, with the other one holding
fun experience for all of us, but it also made us more acutely
aware of the cultural shock one would face in going to India
as a missionary.
get medication to halt the onset of bronchial pnexmionia. It was during this time that we were expecting a several days'
visit from Frank and Marie Rempel, on furlough from
Kulpahar, India. I had thought I would be up and around by the time they arrived. I knew that the house was probably
a mess, I knew that the Mission staff had been able to do
only the minimum in keeping food on the table during the day. My girls cooked at night and did the washing after they came
home from school, cleaning. I knew no one had thought to do any
At the height of my fever, Frank and Marie arrived, I was feeling so miserable that I scarcely knew what was going on. My eyes hurt and burned so that I rarely attempted to open them. At that point, I really didn't care what was
going on downstairs.
After a time, through my feverish haze, I became aware that the vacuvun cleaner was running industriously, first in one room and then another. Then I began to smell good,
savory odors coming up from the kitchen. When one of my girls came up to replenish my liquid supply, I asked what
was going on. I was told, "Oh, Marie Rempel is busy
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of the southern states to report that a new family was coming to join Mission Services on a permanent basis. The man was William McGilvrey, minister of the High Point, North Carolina
Christian Church. Around Christmas time in 1954, he had
down.
the possibilities of another family added to our Mission family meant for the expansion of the work. No thought was given at all as to whether we would get along with this new family. There was no doubt that we would all get along working to gether to publish the Good News of the spread of the Gospel
around the world.
because Bill would have difficulty in getting around in said bad weather, we felt that the McGilvrey family should live in the building where the work was carried on. That meant that the McFarlands had to find another place to live, I remember thinking at the time that it was really too bad to have to have them get used to living amidst that confusion with the work and the workers. We were used to living in all that hubbub. I hated to have them inherit it, so to speak. But that seemed the best in the overall picture. We hadn't anymore than decided that the McFarlands were going to have to find a place in which to move, when Judi came
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home from school and reported from a girl friend of her's, who lived right behind us in a house facing the other street, that they were selling their house and moving to another part of town. It would be the perfect place for us. The back yards ran together and we would have access straight through
the block. Harrold immediately went over to talk to the owner, but he had already put it up for sale with a realtor. However,
the month out, and then sell the house to us directly, saving
us and himself some money. That gave us time to raise the down payment, but there was also always the chance that the
owner would get such a good offer that he would sell it anyway, in spite of his oral statement to us.
I was thrilled with the house. It had four rooms downstairs,
four bedrooms and bath on the second floor, and a fully-floored attic with windows where we could easily finish off a room for Jon. It also had a full basement, warm and dry with lots of possibilities for use by the Mission, I could see the house from the kitchen window over the sink in the big house. I used to stand at the sink washing dishes or preparing food, look at that house and pray that nothing would go wrong to prevent our getting it. It seemed so perfectly right. Yet, I tried not to think too much about it, to kind of keep my feelings in limbo, so that I would not be too badly disappointed if something did happen to spoil it. Nothing did! The month passed. The agreement with the owner was made. When the time came, we had the money for the down payment. The sale went through and by the end of
April, the house belonged to Mission Services,
We moved in the early part of May, Since the move was so short, we did it piece-meal with help from lots of our friends and a borrowed truck. When Carol graduated from high school the middle of June, I still hadn't gotten my good
dishes over to the new house, so when we tried to have a nice
reception after the graduation ceremony I had to go trotting through the ravine to bring the needed dishes to our house, I was somewhat surprised at the reactions of the children
the first few weeks we were in the new house, Carol and Ann
would come home from high school, look around the house, and say, "Oh, it's so nice to come home to a quiet, orderly house, " The little ones woxold ask, "Can we ask our friends over now,
mother?"
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I don't remember that they ever complained about the situation that they had grown accustomed to for ten years. I
was not aware that they felt like maybe they should not bring
their friends over very often, but now that it was just our
out Horizons, Now that the big house was fairly free of furniture, it was easier to spread out in the downstair's rooms. Moving around in the process of getting the
to be done to get the big house ready for the coming of the McGilvrey family. Because Bill's activities needed to be all
on one floor, some remodeling had to be done to the first
floor. The living room was already partially divided by oldfashioned sliding doors which we had left always open. We made that a permanent wall and built a closet all along that
side. The front room became the main front office of the Mission and the back room became the bedroom for Claudia
and BiU.
The pantry, which was good size, was torn out to the
bare walls and made into a first floor bathroom. There was
a disadvantage here because the pantry was between the kitchen and dining room, which meant that now anyone going from
kitchen to dining room, or vice versa, had to go through a
corner of the bathroom. Anyone using the bathroom,
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July were spent painting rooms, cleaning, waxing, doing everything we could to make the place as pleasant and inviting and livable as possible. We didn't want the McGilvreys to wish they could turn around and leave after they saw where they were going to live. The change and adjustment to a new
ministry was going to be difficult enough. Everyone worked at it. All the girls of the staff helped
after they had completed their day's work for the Mission.
Since I had the most time, I was able to do the biggest
majority of the painting. I got a great deal of satisfaction from seeing clean, fresh walls and ceilings emerge from under my paint roller and brush. I remember being mildly surprised that I was not more tired at the end of a day.
The McGilvreys planned to visit friends and relatives on their drive north, so their furniture would be arriving before
them.
day for all of us. We did no work in the office and everyone pitched in to get things in the right places. We only made
one mistake, as I remember it. We got the wrong sofa in the
We got
The upstairs living room didn't last very long. Before another year we got the basement room at the foot of the stairs fixed up enough that we could move the circulation department down there, so that left room for the McGilvreys to have a living room on the first floor. That was so much
better for them and for visitors and friends, and gave their life a little more normalcy to it. We also cotild more,
We had two summer workers that year; Joyce Madison and Myma Sue Dever. Joyce was a teacher at Mountain Mission School, Grundy, Virginia, and Sue was a student at
much that summer and were very thankful for the work which they accomplished. The day the McGilvrey family arrived, we were all there
to greet them.
the children.
their new stove had not been hooked up yet. Before long Bill was busy at his work and Claudia was getting her house in order.
Her biggest problem at first, she told me, was learning to cook
enough food for everyone. It took her a few days to adjust to
how much food all those people ate.
Carol had been at Cedar Lake again that summer running the bookstore, but in the middle of August Ann took over for
the rest of the camping season so that Carol could home and get ready for college. She was enrolled in Lincoln Bible Institute (now Lincoln Christian College) and orientation for
I remember very well my feelings that day when I drove Carol to Lincoln from Joliet, and helped move her into her dormitory room, finally kissed her good-by and left her.
Such mixed feelings that I would have over and over again in the years ahead as we watched each child progress from one step of development to another. We were so proud of each
one to see them handling the maturing process so well, yet
there was a sadness that they were growing up and away from
us so fast. Where had the years gone? As each one went off
to college, I would spend that night sleepless, going back over the years, remembering each little thing about that child from his birth, relishing each memory and praying to God for them
and their future.
I think are associated only with the first child leaving home.
They were feelings about myself. I thought, "How can I be
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happy thought. "I'm really not that old! Why, I have a child just starting first grade this year and one that won't go to kindergarten for two years yet! I won't be old for a long time, " Then I felt better. I went home, and in less
than two weeks put Claudia in first grade. Joliet didn't have a kindergarten at that time, but did when it came time
for Tim to go.
We
were only able to pay an increased "allowance" which amounted to only pin money for them. They all had worked through their
high school years and had money saved for the first semester's
tuition and room and board. They knew that they had to find work in order to continue in college, and they all did. They
knew they could count on lots of moral support from home but very little financial support. There were additional times of help, of course, but nothing they could depend on
for tuition or board and room.
In other ways the children prepared for college during their high school days. The girls all made their own clothing, and in that last year before college, would make or purchase clothes with an eye toward college ahead, so
their choices were not faddish or cheap. They were looking
for long wear. With their example, the boys did the same except that they purchased their clothes,
Harrold and I planned for the children to go to college even though we knew we couldn't finance it. Of course, each child had the choice of not going if he or she chose not to, but
we planned anyway. Through the high school years in our
gift-giving at birthdays or Christmas, we gave pieces of luggage to take with them so that when it came time for college each one had a complete set. For graduation from high school, each was given a portable typewriter for obvious
reasons. We had one exception, Tim received a scholarship at attend computer school after he graduated from high school. He lived at home during that time, so his expenses were only his clothes. Instead of a typewriter, Tim asked for a ten-speed bike so he would have transportation while he was
saving to buy a car.
The missionary convention that year of 1956 was to be held in Joplin, Missouri, I had been asked to speak on a panel of missionary wives. It was decided that this year the
We stopped in
Iowa to visit Bill's sister and leave Martha and Mary with
her. I had expected to keep Tim with me, even though it meant some problems at the convention. I didn't think
Bill's sister would want a third little one and I didn't think
been put into glasses (he was just three) and I thought that
adjustment was enough for him to cope with, I was wrong. Bill's sister and family lived on a farm. As soon as Tim saw the animals and the wide open spaces and how Martha and Mary were so happy to stay there, he wanted to stay, too.
In Joplin, the McGilvreys were housed in a private home, and I was one of several who stayed in the home of Don Earl Boatman, president of Ozark Bible College. Don
Earl and Gail were old frieiids from Minnesota days so I
thoroughly enjoyed spending time with them again. The convention was satisfying and filling. Meeting and
talking with old friends and meeting people,, who up to then had only been names, is the thrilling pax't of all conventions and this time in Joplin was no exception. The panel of missionary wives was well-received and I felt that we had
made a contribution to the success of the convention as a
whole.
Going home, we reached Bill's sister's home by the weekend, so we stayed over Sunday and visited Bill's home church for worship and Bible school. After dinner
we drove on home to Joliet, arriving late enough that I
carried a dead-weight Tim upstairs and dumped him into bed without undressing him. The next morning we were all
back to work in our accustomed places.
I was grateful for that trip with Bill and Claudia. It gave me a chance to really get acquainted with them, and to
achieve a close brother-and-sister feeling with them that I
might not have reached for a long time in the business of day-to-day living. Mission Services at that time, with all of us living so close together, was a family feeling. We belonged
to each other and to the Lord, and the work of publishing glad
tidings was the main goal of each one of us. We didn't ignore personal needs or make unreasonable demands, but we were
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all there for a reason and the main thrust of our energies
was the work of Mission Services.
We lost Bonnie Newman as a regular member of our staff that fall. She met and fell in love with a local boy, Archie Bloemker, and they were married on October 28. Harrold conducted the ceremony, Ann Oudas was one of the bridesmaids and Tim was the ring bearer. We hated to lose her at the Mission but were so pleased to see her so happy. She continued to work as one of the volunteer crew
that mailed Horizons each week.
I went back to work as a regular member of the staff in September. 1 took over Bonnie's work of managing the Slide Library and answering requests for other material for teaching missions in the local congregation. That work took on much larger proportions as we approached 1957. With the increasing number of missionaries and new work starting,
it had become more and more difficvdt to cover the news
of their work in what we felt was an adequate way in Horizons and also print monthly missionary study material. After a lot of discussion and planning, it was decided to tcike the missionary study and devotional material out of Horizons and put it into packet form. The plan was for each pnissionary to have his or her own packet giving information of their work, themselves, their plans and their needs. Each packet would also have a suggested meeting plan and a devotional. The missionary would furnish the material for the packets and it woiild be printed free to the missionary, but
magazine woiild be made for more current news of the mission aries and the people in the churches would be freer to plan their own programs. Also, the packets would be more versatile in missionary education of youth and children. To implement the plan, it was necessary to write to all the missionaries, explain the plan and ask for the material. We hoped that enough missionaries woxild answer quickly so that we could have a list of at least 10 packets to offer the users before the beginning of 1957. Lessons in Horizons would
continue until the end of the year.
All the preparation for this and the handling and preparing of the material for printing became my work. We developed
a department called the Committee On Missionary Education, shortened to C. O. M. E. Department, which was to handle all educational materials; both the development and the sale, with
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of what was available was partially responsible for some of the criticism we received. Some people liked the idea and accepted the freedom of planning their own meetings quickly. Others did not like the change at all, and told us so in no
uncertain terms. They also objected to paying extra for the meeting material. What they wanted, they said, was all the missionary news and study and devotional material in one magazine and only once or twice a month because every week was too much to read; and they thought the cost would be less. This left us very frustrated because it was obvious that people who felt that way were not aware of the fast growing number of missionaries we were trying to tell about, nor
were they knowledgeable about the cost of printing. We realized that we couldn't please everyone, so we set about to do the very best job we knew how to do with what money
and talent we had.
For several years we had been printing small booklets called The Missionary Program Guide. These were designed for the individual members of women's groups to carry in their purses. The booklets contained the dates of meeting, hostesses, areas of study and devotional Scriptures. For 1957, we left blank the area of study and devotional Scripture. This caused some comment, too, until everyone became aware of the change and adjusted to it. As the list of available packets grew and they began to be used, people liked them more and more and could see how useful they were in other departments of the church as well. There was another change that fall, and a disappointment. For months we had been working on a Missionary Picture Book. In a way it was to replace the Missionary Prayer Calendar which was no longer feasible since there were now just too many missionaries to picture on their birth dates,
or even around each month's calendar. The book was to be
a real nice, hard-bound volume that every family or church library would be proud to add to their library. It wfis to contain recent pictures of families or individuals and informa tion about each. We hoped to receive enough money on prepublication orders to finance the first printing and interest in
the book seemed to indicate that that would be true. However,
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the money did not come in, and the response by the mission
aries was not as complete as we had hoped. After making a
good effort, advertising, etc. , we finally and sadly gave up the idea. The money that did come in was reftinded, and the
material the missionaries sent in was printed from time to
time in Horizons.
took it out and looked at it from time to time, but not until
1975 did the Mission finally get a Missionary Picture Book published.
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struggle is over and everything is going along smoothly, the story ends with the impression that everything went on
more and more successfully forever and ever. Well, it doesn't work that way in real life, it seems. It is a constant struggle to keep on being successfvil. In the spring of 1957, Mission Services suffered a
setback in publishing Horizons that we fought hard to prevent. Yet, when it happened, and we settled for printing
in the manner that we could afford, it turned out to be a blessing.
been trying to put out as nice and attractive a publication as one would see anywhere. However, we had been going further and further in debt each month. In 1956, we tried
an all-out drive for subscriptions to Horizons rather than than asking churches and individuals to underwrite the magazine to such a great extent. For whatever reason one might want to name, the effort failed, and we had come to
So, in the May 18, 1957 issue, the editor announced that that would be the last issue of Horizons in that form. From
special departments, editorials, letters and most pictures. Horizons became a news sheet of short, easily read items of
current news of missionaries and mission endeavors around
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We got some interesting reactions. Some wrote that they were sorry to see the nice big magazine have to stop.
One person wrote in irritation that we reminded him of "off again, on again, flinigan, flanagan" and stated he
wished we'd make up our minds and stay there. But the
greatest reaction we received was delight in a paper small enough to be read quickly in one sitting as soon as it was
received and with news that was current. We began to
In July it was decided to suspend publishing of Horizons until September, so from Jxily 27 until September 7, there
were no issues at all.
more quickly.
but was sent to anyone who contributed to Mission Services. It had been decided by the executive committee that Horizons was not a money-making venture, but an educational
service to the church as a whole. Churches who gave
regularly as much as $30 a month could put their entire membership on the mailing list. Our goal was, and it's
the goal of Mission Services today, to put Horizons into every Christian home in the United States. People who
wanted a friend or relative to receive Horizons could send
at least $1 per name and have them put on the mailing list.
The decision also was made to publish the newssheet every
Saturday ONLY if fvinds were on hand to do so. We would no longer go in debt to publish. On that basis we went ahead.
Most of the time we printed it every week, sometimes we missed, but we kept to that decision not to go into debt. There were other changes, too, in this year of 1957; this
time in personnel.
Adams left after being with us since 1952. Betty Enabnit joined us and took over the work which Bonnie Newman Bloemker had been doing in circulation. She also worked as
bookkeeper for a while. Then in July, Walter and Ardis Leeper from nearby Tinley Park joined us on a part-time
basis. Walter ran the press, and Ardis worked in type
setting and editorial departments. In December of 1957, Ann Dudas resigned to accept the job of church secretary of
North Tacoma Christian Church in Indianapolis, Indiana.
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Sprenger and children joined the work. They bought a house and blessedly settled down as a permanent part of our staff. Charles very capably took over the running of the
printing department. Margaret became bookkeeper, and she and Claudia McGilvrey began to manage and expand the
book store. Claudia later became the official manager of the store as both their responsibilities grew.
On November 12, 1957, Mission Services was re-incor-
porated in the state of Illinois as a non-profit organization. We had previously been incorporated in Minnesota, the date of that being February 1, 1949. Each year in the month of July, I took the younger, non-working children and visited my parents in White Bear Lake, Minnesota. It was the only rest or change I ever got. We never took vacations as other people took vacations. Harrold was usually off most of the summer in camps or D. V.B.S. 's across the country. His comings and goings seemed to afford him enough variety of activity that he never seemed to need to get away from everything for a while. I was the one who needed complete freedom from the pressure and responsibility of meeting deadlines for a time. So, this time each summer with my parents was a real recharging of my batteries both physically and emotionally. I got a lot of reading and lying in the sun done. But, I also took projects along. I always did some knitting and often took my sewing
machine with me and sewed for the children for the' next
school year.
letter from Carol who was back working at Cedar Lcike. Enclosed in her letter was another letter written by Chuck
Kelley, Carol and Chuck had met at Cedar Lake when they were both sophomores in high school. They had been going together ever since, mostly by letter during the winter months and seeing each other infrequently even in the summer because they both worked. Now for a year they had been together every day at college. The letter enclosed in Carol's
letter was his declaration of love for Carol and a request that her father and I give permission for them to be married. As
usual, Harrold was off somewhere so the letter was sent to me.
I can't say that it was unexpected, but my first thought was, "Oh, they are both so young!" We had no objection to Chuck; we loved him as a son. We knew his parents and his sisters.
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No, the objection and unexpectedness was due to the fact that they wanted to be married that October already! I began to read Carol's letter and found that she had anticipated every one of my objections and answered them
all. She knew me very well. She knew that I would suggest
that they wait until the following June to be married. She pointed out that it was very unlikely we would have any more money for a wedding the next June than we would have
that fall in October. She was right about that! She also asked what difference eight months would make as far as
their age was concerned. She knew I was thinking that they
would have one more year of college under their belts by the next June. She said they believed the school years would
Who was I to say they were wrong? They were both more mature than most young people their age; they had both been working and spending their own money (and saving) for three years; they knew the value of money and were not kidding
themselves as to how much it takes to live.
were directed toward service to God.
I knew that they would respect our wishes if we insisted that they wait until June, but I also felt that it would hurt our relationship. We had such a good relationship with both
Carol and Chuck, I could not see hurting it. The question was, "Did we have confidence and trust in them and in their
years we have gone on long trips that Harrold called vaca tions. This year was to be one of those times, which was one of the things that complicated an October wedding. The year
before Harrold had attended missions' week at Wi-Ne-Ma
Now, with
Carol's wedding so close, that was brought out more clearly. Harrold wrote and put together with music a missionary
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family dressed in a costume to represent a different country. The narration portion of the pageant was taped with organ
background provided by the organist of the Joliet church, and
included accompaniment for the congregational singing and background for the slide presenta'tion. Slides and pictures told the story, and at the times in the program when Carol,
or Ann or Judi would sing, I would accompany them.
double bed in a back bedroom, and a couch in the living room that made down into a double bed. We put the two oldest girls, Carol and Ann, on the sofa-bed and bought inflatable mattresses for Judi and Claudia to sleep on, on
the floor. Wi had a two-person pup tent for Jon and Tim to
sleep in. We stocked the refrigerator and filled the cupboards so we could eat out of the trailer when we were not being fed
by a church.
didn't trust Harrold's ability to handle it, but my imaginative mind could conjure up all possible accidents. As the days
passed with no problems, I became more comfortable, and
my fears subsided.
became very small when we all tried to go to bed at night or had to eat inside because of bad weather. Crazy things were bound to happen. Somehow, Judi's mattress sprung a leak so tiny that we could never find it to fix it. Each night
Judi went to bed on a soft, fairly comfortable bed, but woke
up each morning lying on the hard floor.
Each morning I would get up second (Harrold was always first) and begin to quietly (?) put together some kind of
breakfast, stepping over and around Claudia and Judi still
asleep on the floor. Soon the boys would come tumbling in,
disarray, and proclaim, "This is ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous ! !" Very often she would get a sharp retort from one of the others, who also woke up not feeling very happy, but usually there was someone who saw the funny side of it
all and start laughing. That would lighten or override the
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grumbling and somehow each day we would get things straightened up, put away, and we would pile in the car
and be on our way again.
We were just two days away from our destination Wi-Ne-Ma Camp, when it happened. It had all the possibil ities of being a tragedy, except for the watch-care of God.
We had been traveling all day and into the evening and now
it was getting late. There was a city ahead where we planned to spend the night. The towns were few and far between, and
there wasn't much traffic on the road. Harrold had fought
stiff winds during the day, but now it seemed to be dying down. The road was not good at all; there were bumps and holes and hilly terrain and very little shoulder. Afterwards, we could
not decide whether it was the wind or the road.
Suddenly, the trailer began to sway alarmingly, and then we were swinging in a circle, helplessly propelled by our tail. Carol and Ann were sitting in the front seat with their
father. Judi, Jon and I were in the back with Claudia
screamed; there was not a sound as Harrold fought to keep the vehicles on the road. When we stopped moving finally, the car was facing the opposite direction and the trailer was across the road completely blocking it from either direction.
The second that motion ended, the older children were out
of the car. Carol ran one direction to stop any oncoming traffic,
and Ann ran the other direction. Judi went with one of them,
I don't remember which. Jon stayed with the two little ones in the car. I made a beeline for the other flashlight we kept inside the trailer. Stumbling in the dark over everything that had fallen out of the cupboards, I found the flashlight still hanging
miraculously on it's hook and dashed outside with it to the girl who was trying to stop traffic without any light.
Harrold examined the hitch and chain connectors to the
car closely in the light of his flashlight and couldn't see any breaks. So, he cautiously began to maneuver the car
and trailer. When both were back on the same side of the
road, and headed in the right direction, we all piled back into the car, and we were on our way again.
Needless to say, we stopped at the first trailer park we came to, to collect ourselves and get some rest. The inside of the trailer was the biggest mess you ever saw ! Food and
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clothing minyled in the middle of the floor. Only what was in the refrigerator didn't get dumped. It took us some time to get everything picked up, cleaned up and sorted out. By the time we were able to go to bed, everyone was physically and emotionally exhausted. We didn't put up the tent for the boys; they slept in the car. The next morning Harrold examined the hitch more closely in daylight. Except for being twisted out of line, there seemed to be no weakness or break, so it was straightened, and after breakfast we were on our way again. Our stay at Wi-Ne-Ma for missions' week was a welcome rest and a time of joyous fellowship with old and new friends.
We all participated in the activities of the week, and put on our program one evening. The only problem w'e had was keeping the tent up over Jon and Tim. The sandy soil was too lose to hold the tent stakes and the tent kept collapsing around the boys as they slept. Our trip back to Illinois was enjoyable with the churches we visited and uneventful as far as our equipment was
concerned. We arrived back home safe and sound. I was one
grateful mother: grateful to God for His care and grateful to Harrold and the children for their attitude and cooperation. For the Mission, the trip had not been designed to be a
money-raising trip, but for educational purposes, but
offerings did pay expenses and a little more. For the family,
we had seen country not seen before and made other memories
(what kind only the children could say) for a lifetime. We arrived home in time to get Carol back to college and give us a little time to get the other children ready for another school year. After they were all settled into,their routines,
and I had caught up on my work at the Mission and gotten back into my groove, I turned my attention toward plans for the
wedding.
that Carol came home from college, we bought the material and patterns and decided on the shape of the veil, headdress,
etc. What remained for me was to do the work. Ann and
Judi were to be the bridesmaids, so they were available for fittings as I progressed. I decided to get the dresses finished and everything else done as early as was possible. I don't
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it was a good thing 1 had done so this time, as it proved. Asian flu was sweeping the country that fall, and Joliet was no exception. Everyone in the family came down with
it, including Harrold, some more ill thanothers. I had breezed through, taking care of everyone, doing my work, and making final wedding plans. I really didn't think it
would touch me; somehow I figured I was moving too fast for it to catch me. . I was too cock-sure, I guess.
Wouldn't you know; the Simday before the wedding on Friday, I began to run a temperature while at church Sunday night. By Monday morning my fever was 104, and I
was out of touch with the world. Harrold's mother came in
from California on Monday, and took over the household. Jon's birthday was the Zlst and Mother Blanche had to make
his birthday ceike. They celebrated that evening with me upstairs not caring whether "school kept or not. " By Wednesday my temperature had come down almost
to normal, but I was weak as water. I did manage to make
had been ordered previously, the other to the bakery about the delivery of the cake. Fortunately, I had turned the whole reception over to the ladies of the church and I did not have to worry about one detail in that connection. Thursday noon I got up and dressed. Carol was due in
from Lincoln, and my folks were due in from Minnesota.
did not want either of them to know I had been ill. But the minute Carol walked in the door and took one look at me,
she said, "Mother, you've been sick, haven't you? " So I guess 1 was fooling myself that 1 looked normal. The wedding went off without a hitch. Harrold performed the ceremony, apd also gave the bride away. It was lovely without being so elaborate that it detracted from the beauty of the bride and groom. The church was filled with friends and loved ones. The reception was full of joy and love. The bridal couple took the time to open all the gifts in front of the whole company and a great time was had by all.
Carol and Chuck went off for a weekend honey-moon, and
were back in Lincoln getting settled in their mobile home on the campus by the time classes opened on Tuesday. The rest of us recuperated over the weekend and on Monday things were pretty much back on schedule.
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Services. Since we had been gone in August, we stayed home and held the fort. The rest of the year of 1957 was spent in the usual schedtile of work and preparing specific
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About this time, the men of Mission Services were given the opportunity to use their training and abilities outside the
who had been missing the preaching ministry, was happy to be able to help with the organizing and leading of such a venture. The first service began on May 5, 1957. By May
of 1958, the congregation was ready to call a fulltime minister, with the help of the Chicago District Evangelistic
Association, and May 11, 1958 was the first service with
their new minister.
of the Disciples church but believed in the direct-support method of missionary support. For several years, they had been meeting as a separate missionary group within the
congregation studying the missions and supporting the mis sionaries that they chose. Harrold and I had, more than once, attended their meetings and presented the work of
Mission Services.
They finally reached a point where they felt they had to leave the Disciples fellowship and establish a congregation that was free of denominationalism and working according
to the New Testament pattern. They came to Harrold, and
asked him if he would lead them in their endeavor. He agreed to preach for them and lead them in the organization if they would do the pastoring and evangelistic calling; he would show
them how. They agreed.
how they covild teach in the homes. The men agreed to teach one hour a week, at least. The results were thrilling. There
was no stopping the congregation. Their enthusiams and
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Our relationship with that church was the most satisfying, joyous experience we have ever had. Because Harrold was to be with them only in the formative stage and only until they were ready to hire a fulltime man, I did not take the family
and move our church responsibilities to Harvey. I felt that
the children needed a continuity and strong ties in their church relationship, and shuttling back and forth was not a
close, loving fellowship with the people at Harvey without breaking up our fellowship with the church at Joliet, The
church at Harvey accepted me on that basis and used my talents always with respect to what my work was with the Joliet. church. I felt richly blest, like I had the best of
both situations.
Publication of Horizons limped along that spring and summer. Faithful to our promise not to publish if there
debt. We got some criticism, of course, asking when we were going to settle down to publishing regularly. But most people appreciated our problem and responded with money and/or prayers. In time, we did settle down to publishing twice a month, increasing the number of pages when we had the money, rather than publishing every week on an off-andon schedule.
In April, Harrold and I flew to California to participate in the first annual Alumni Homecoming at Pacific Bible Seminary (now Pacific Christian College). Harrold had been asked to be
the children could get along fine with just one of the girls from the Mission staying nights with them.
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Charles Davis, a preacher in one of the Los Angeles churches at that time, met our plane and Harrold spoke in
his church that evening. The next day Charles drove us to Long Beach in time for the picnic that began the homecoming festivities. We had many personal friends among the faculty and alumni of the college and had a great time renewing friendships and learning what everyone was doing. We enjoyed the whole thing, but soon it was time to get back to our own
work. We were gone less than a week, but it refreshed us and put our own work in a better perspective. In 1958, the Missionary convention was in Winston-Salem, North Carolina, and Betty Enabnit and I were the ones who were designated from Mission Services to attend. I had been given the Friday morning address on the "Women in Missions'
Day" so that was why I was going. Betty had never been able to attend before, so it was decided that we would go together.
We drove. The first night we visited Ann Dudas in Indiana polis and stayed with her, driving on early the next morning. Neither Betty nor I had ever been in the section of the country we were driving through, but we followed the map, and had no problems along the way, even to finding our way
after we arrived in Winston-Salem.
The attendance was the smallest of any convention for several years and some of the missionaries were quite disappointed. They questioned the wisdom of the plan that had been used up until then as to where the conventions were
to be held. The idea had been to hold the conventions near Bible
colleges and in areas were missionary education was needed. The convention was regarded also as a recruiting tool, as well as an inspirational vehicle for missionaries, preachers and church members. The subject was discussed at length during the planning meetings, but at the end, the same philosophy prevailed. In the years since then, the convention has become so
very large that a whole different way of planning has evolved. I felt that my "address" had gone well, and that listeners
had shown interest. One of the missionaries asked me if my husband had written it. I could proudly say that Harrold had done me the honor of not even asking to read or edit it, Betty's and my trip home was uneventful and we reported
to the staff of Mission Services as much of the convention as
we could. We tried to carry our enthusiasm and inspiration back to those who couldn't attend, but I suppose we never did it justice: it always "loses something in the translation. "
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That fall, Nancy Berg had moved from Chicago to Joliet to work in the editorial office. Nancy was an old friend of
before Harrold and I were married, but I spent a lot of weekends with Harrold at Forest Lake, playing the piano,
Mission Services was to set the type for Dr. Kindred's book, "The Autobiography of God. " It was to be the first major book published by the Mission.
got all the children involved to ride on the float; she did all the putting together of the supplies needed and she
directed the decorating of the float. The day of the parade
turned out to be very cold and the time of the parade was
everyone had a good time, and at least one float had the
true Christian message of Christmas. Nancy was gone from us by the next Christmas, and no one else had her same
that there was money. A great aunt had died a,nd left shares
of her estate to Harrold's father and to each of the children. The estate had been settled and the money distributed. It wasn't a huge amount for any of them, but more than they had seeii before in one chunk. Because our family lived the
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farthest away and was the largest, the others had offered to chip in and help us finance the trip of all nine of us out there for Christmas. So we made arrangements for seven of us to go by train, arriving on the 24th. Ann and Judi had school through the 23rd (the younger ones did, too, but it didn't matter with them), and they didn't want to leave early because the school was leveling double cuts on students who did. So we m.ide arrangements for them to fly to California on the 24th. They would arrive at about the same time we would after two nights and three days on the train. Nancy Berg agreed to see that the girls got to the train. There was a lot of eager preparation for the trip. The
younger children had never ridden on a train before. The
There
was a lot of discussion as to what to take or wear; what was the weather in northern California, and need we dress
any differently? etc. There was sewing to do, and questions about what to do about Christmas gifts that had to be taken on the train. We did a lot of preparation in November even before Thanksgiving. It was a good thing for me that we did. On December 7, a Monday night, the girls were doing
the dishes and 1 was getting ready to go shopping to finish up my Christmas list. The telephone rang and I heard my
brother's voice at the other end of the wire. yesterday. He said, "I've
After I had told the girls what had happened, I just sat there numbly. The girls took over. While Ann finished the dishes, Judi called the train station for the time of leaving
and arrival in St. Paul, and the cost; then she made a reservation for me. She called my brother back and told him what time I would be arriving, and on what train. I called Harrold at the Mission office and told him what had
happened, and asked if there was enough cash at the Missior to cover my train ticket. No banks open that time of night.
There was, and he, of course, would take me to the train.
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7:30.
before I left.
sitting around waiting for time to go the train station. So I took my shopping list and went down town, and did what I
had originally planned to do. The only change was that I stopped into a hat shop and bought a black hat. I never
wore hats, even in the cold weather, but in Minnesota one
still wore a hat to a funeral, especially the family. And I had a feeling I might need a hat. When I reached home, the girls had my bag packed;
them in the morning when I arrived. As we were leaving for the train, Claudia came home from a friend's birthday
party. When she learned where I was going and why, she was very upset. She felt very badly that she had been out having a good time while her beloved grandfather perhaps lay dying. We tried to reassure her and left her to the
comfort of the older girls. We had to be on our way. We
Harrold's silences can be rode in silence to the station.
very comforting. He seems to always know when I don't feel like talking. As he put me on the train, he said there would be a lot of prayer for all of us. A hug and a kiss and I was on my way alone. I was glad to be alone with my
thoughts.
My father had always been a strong influence in my life. Like most people, I suppose, I had never given much thought
to the time when I would be without either of my parents.
Now I could not imagine my life without the enveloping love of my father. He was not an overly demonstrative man,
but we knew he loved us with a fierce, gentle love. Secause
I insisted on attending a high school in downtown St. Paul, with it's ethnic groups rather than the nearer, snobbish
high school, every school morning Dad drove me and four of my friends all the way downtown to school before he went
to his own office. This continued all my high school years.
Many, many times he would come home from a tiring day as president of his company, then get up from the supper
table and drive me over to Minneapolis to some activity of
the church or college that I was involved in. I didn't drive a car, or own a car, and in those depression days, had only
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of the University Place Church of Christ which met in the auditorium of Minnesota Bible College, and we lived in St.
Paul.
had to be toted back and forth. Many a night he couldn't go to bed until he had brought me home. He never complained,
at least never to me.
businessman. He never would have anything to do with business deals that were legal but shady or borderline in their ethics. He conducted business in his office during the day, never over a cocktail or dinner in some supper club. People or com
panies that wanted to do business with Dad soon learned that
had a proposition for him, and, after listening for a while, Dad began to see that what this man was proposing was not all above board. As soon as he could interrupt, Dad protested and said he didn't want to have anything to do with it. He explained why and said if the idea could be made completely
straight-forward, he would do business with him, but not
under what the man was proposing. The man argued with Dad, and tried to persuade him that it was all legal, and
there were no risks. But Dad would have none of it and
finally asked him to leave. The man got angry and stalked to the door. He turned from the doorway and said, "Mr. Stone, you are a Christian, aren't you? "
My father looked startled and said, "Yes, I am. " The man replied, "I thought so!" and slammed out the
door.
Dad would probably have broken a leg before he would get up before a group of people and make any kind of a
testimony, but on a one-to-one basis. Dad lived his Christian beliefs, and it was evident to all. Another incident that illustrates this happened one time when Dad and Mother were in Florida on a vacation. They were there for almost a
month so they got to know some of the personnel in the motel where they stayed. They were quite friendly with the little
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black maid who cleaned their room every day, and would show an interest in her family and her life. On the night
stand between their twin beds. Dad and Mother had their
together before going to sleep. One day they were leaving their room as the maid came to take care of the room. She stopped them on their way
out and asked, "Mr. Stone, is you a preacher-man?" As Mother tells it, Dad looked a little embarrassed and said, "No, I have a son-in-law who is a preacher, but I'm
not a preacher.
But I am a Christian!"
just knowed you was a Jesus man; I just knowed it!" I think that pretty much sums up the Christian witness impact of my father's life on all those who met him or
knew him.
What a grandfather my father was! ! How he loved his grandchildren! Not one was his favorite; he loved them all equally and with such joy. My mother had no favorites, either. Maybe that's the reason there were no such problems in our family. I can remember family dinners when Dad
would sit at the head of the table with my brother and his
all of us and say, "Did we start all this? " There was such pride on his face; he really enjoyed the family dinners. On several occasions in my hearing, I have seen him watching the children of my brother and me playing together, and he wovild turn to me and say, "I am constantly thankful to God for such beautiful grandchildren. There is not one unpretty one in the whole bunch. " He dearly loved the little babies. Most men don't show much interest in tiny babies, not until they get big enough to
respond, smile and jabber. The tinier they were, the more
Dad loved them. He walked with them; he walked all the
babies until they got too big or until a new one came along. He carried the babies with their little backs against his ample stomach so they could look outwards. He claimed that even the tiny ones liked to see where they were going. And how they loved it! There was no one like their grandpa and he could soothe the fussiest baby. Strangely enough, this did not spoil them. They didn't expect this kind of treatment from anyone except their grandpa, and the minute they saw
him, he had to take them.
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Dad and Mother were always thinking of others besides themselves. They both helped care for their parents. They
shared their lives and sustenance with others including us.
They bought bicycles for all our children and then worried
that if one of them had an accident and was hurt or perhaps killed, they would feel responsible because they had
provided the bike. They tried to share their vacations with us by bring back gifts and mementos of where they had been to all the grandchildren and to us, too. It was like a
second Christmas when Grandma and Grandpa came home from vacation. Yes, they loved us. Yes, Dad loved us. The summer before, while we were sitting around the table one day. Dad rather haltingly put his love into words, and told me, "You know, Adele, I pray for you and Harrold and the children every day. " Now we were in grave danger of losing him. As the train
sped through the night, all of these things and a lot more kept pouring through my mind. Over and Over I prayed to God that if living for my father meant severe physical handicaps or being a vegetable in a nursing home somewhere, he be allowed to die. Above all, I prayed God's will to
be done.
The train pulled into the St. Paul station at 6:30 in the morning. As I walked into that huge concourse and saw both
my Mother and my brother waiting for me, I knew my prayers
had been answered. Mother's stricken face greeted me. "We lost him, Adele, he died less than an hour ago. "
I wrapped my Mother in my arms and my tall brother put his arms around both of us. Oblivious to everyone
home and gave them the news. Harrold would come for the
funeral as soon as we arranged when it was to be. The
general thought among the family was that no one else would make the trip. It took too long to drive; the children needed
to be in school, besides most of them said they would rather
remember Grandpa as he was the last time they saw him, not
in a coffin. Harrold would come overnight by train. I was grateful. I would need his support. That sifternoon, the three of us had the sad duty of
arranging the funeral and selecting a burial spot. Mother was holding up well. It was good to feel the strength of
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my brother. We planned for a time of visitation on Wednes day night and the funeral was to be Thursday afternoon. During the visitation period on Wednesday night, and at the funeral the next day, it was impressed on me again and again what a great influence one Christian life can have. The people that came and expressed to me, my Mother and my brother, all the ways in which Dad had been an influence for good in their lives by his words and conduct, left me
praise of him.
from him.
had done for others that I never knew, or would have known
Distant relatives were all there and each one
had a story of some unselfish thing Dad had done for them
sometime in the past. Even his competitors expressed to us how much they respected him and liked him for the way
he conducted his business. His customers and business
associates were there, too, with their sincere regrets that someone of Dad's caliber was gone. Harrold came overnight as I had to St. Paul the morning of the funeral and returned that night to Joliet. I stayed on with my mother until after her birthday which was the next week. I helped her go through all the cards and write thank you notes and a few other things. We talked a lot
about things that troubled each other and Mother asked
home and get ready for our trip to California. I hated to leave my mother, yet I knew she needed to be alone to grieve by herself, and then begin to adjust to her life
ahead.
the next few days and soon we were on the train speeding
westward. Now I would have a chance to put my head back and rest. I had brought reading along but couldn't keep my mind on it. The younger children were kept busy with
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Strong emotions will surge to the surface. One of the evenings on the train, after the lights had been dimmed,
a woman with two children boarded the train at one
stop. They were trying to settled into their seats as quietly as possible, and the porter was helping them put their luggage underneath and overhead. As the porter picked up one package and reached up to put it on the rack over their heads, the little girl said, "Be careful, that's a Christmas present for my grandpa!" That struck a heart-string very close to the surface and 1 sat weeping quietly. Harrold came down the aisle about that time. He saw the tears on my cheeks, smiled at me and touched my shoulder. I was grateful for his love. We arrived at the folk's home in Campbell, California Christmas Eve, just in time for supper. Everyone else had already arrived, including our two girls who had flown. The women were in the kitchen getting the food together; the children were everywhere in the house, and the men were trying to carry on talk above all that hubbub. It was so very good to see everyone, some we hadn't seen since they were babies and now they were as grown as ours. By the time the meal was over, everyone seemed to feel at home with everyone else. The cousins
older ones talked and compared notes. We had four days there, mostly spent in talking and eating. The men took all the children bowling, and other similar activities to get them out from under foot and keep them active. After Sunday, when most of us attended church in Los Gatos, the families began to leave, and by Monday, only we were left and we were preparing the catch the train home. We had become very much aware that Herb, Harrold's father, was not well. We all were very grateful that we had been able to get everyone together for this time. Herb had seemed to enjoy all of us around him even though he wasn't very active. He would sit and listen at the table to all the talk. I knew he was proud of his children and their families and what they had become as adults. 1 was sitting on the arm of his chair one day, and he told me how proud he was of his family. He held my hand and smiled at me. He especially enjoyed watching the small children play down on the floor. Like my father, he was proud of his beautiful grandchildren.
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All of us went back to Illinois on the train, including the two girls who had flown out. We occupied about half a car, it seemed. 1 think the other passengers who rode
in our car felt like outsiders.
Of course, we couldn't get home without a mishap of some kind. About a half hour out of Albuquerque, Tim was climbing over the legs of his brother, with whom he was sitting, just as the train gave a lurch. Tim flew across the aisle head first into the armrest of my seat, and split his forehead wide open on the metal lid of the ashtray built into it. The second I heard the "thunk" of his head hitting, I grabbed for a bunch of tissues that were in my traincase at my feet. Blood poured from the cut, and he was screaming as only hurt little boys can
scream. His father tried to take him from me and calm
him.
stewardess who came immediately. She was a practical nurse and had in her supplies everything we needed to
care for Tim. She took over and cleansed the wound and
further reassured Tim. Because the wound really needed stitches and because insurance required it, train
personnel wired ahead for a doctor to meet the train when
it arrived in Albuquerque.
so little was wrong with Tim. I felt like he shoxild have at least a broken arm, leg or shoulder to warrant so
much trouble and concern.
The doctor said that putting stitches in would require taking Tim off the train and taking him to a hospital. If
we wanted to continue, he thought he could put on a butterfly bandage that would be adequate, provided that we
saw our own doctor when we got home. There would still
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absolving the company from blame. He bundled himself up and left the train. In about ten minutes the train slowly pulled out of the station to continue on it's way. For a long
time we kidded Tim about "holding up" a train for three
hours.
We arrived home in time to celebrate New Year's and watch the Rose Parade on TV, There we sat in our frozen world of Illinois and watched all that sunshine and flowers. It was hard to believe that just a week before we had all
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third Saturdays. To us it seemed like a step backwards to have to concede to that schedule. But Harrold hoped by a new format, type style and a few refinements, to produce
a more readable and interesting paper. When money
The year 1959 marked a change in the missionary study material I was preparing for the Committee on Missionary
Education (C. O. M. E. ). In addition to the individual mission
its growth in the course of a year. In the little Missionary Program Guides, we now printed the theme for the year based on a Scripture verse or passage, and a little explanation
of how the mfssionaries would apply the theme to the material.
We printed on each month's page the area to be studied and
listed the slides and other material that was available, in addition to the packet material. This plan became almost
immediately popular and widely accepted by women's groups studying in the churches. They liked the year's
study planned for them. We asked them to order for the
whole year but we mailed the packets monthly. For me it meant being on a pretty strict monthly schedule to meet the monthly printing deadlines. Of course,
we worked more than a month ahead. I wrote letters to the
missionaries requesting material many months ahead to give them time and make allowances for bad overseas mail
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not want him left out, I would prepare material gleaned from his newsletters or other printed materials from him.
It would not include recent pictures, or even current news,
but at least he was not left out.
I would think hard thoughts about missionaries who didn't answer their mail, especially when I was giving them free
publicity. Yet, I couldn't really be angry because I knew very well that the demands made on them in their day-to-day
labors often left correspondence ignored for days and even
weeks at a time. When material arrived too late for that
My specific work in this connection was to plan the whole year's program, pick the theme and the Scripture. I wrote the letters requesting the material. When the
material arrived, I edited it, arranged in the packet form
and typeset it all on an electric typewriter. I learned to justify the right-hand side and prepared the material in
two columns rather than straight across the page. In later
years, to cut down on the costs, I typed the material on paper plates and then didn't try to justify the right hand margin. We also added children's stories and material
to be used in Sunday school and youth programs to teach
interest in missions to children. In fact, we urged the churches to use the material in other places of teaching,
of one particular field. All of what was going on was too much to grasp, remember or get interested in, so going
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The church with which we were working in Harvey, Illinois was progressing nicely. In February, when they were a year old, they dedicated the redecorated, remodeled church building in which they had been meeting since November. It was an adequate building (except for having no baptistery) and the congregation was so happy to be in a place of their own. Roger Gibson, a student from Lincoln Christian College (then Bible Institute), was coming on weekends and serving as Minister of Music and Youth. He was an eager, enthusiastic person with a likeable personality and a good singing voice with much potential. He added a great deal of vim, vigor and vitality to the ministry of the church. He
when he started to Bible college, he only went to play basketball, but he attended classes and began to really study the Bible, and became filled with the desire to preach. By the time he graduated, that was what he wanted to do more than anything else in the world. Roger had met and become interested in our Ann the year before. Even though she was still in high school, he
had on several occasions asked her to come as his date to
college commitments.
during the siimmer as she managed the bookstore at camp. Now they were together every weekend. We liked Roger very much. We watched the development of their relationship
with interest.
that she was with us for four years and went to the editorial
department of Christian Standard from us. She was a great asset. She was extremely capable and dependable in her work and had a beautiful personality to be around. Since all
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of us breathe a lot easier, especially since we were increasing our personnel. Since we were entering the summer period when all missionary giving always falls low, this announcement was also accompanied by an urging that
our contributors remember that our expenses continue as usual during the summer months. I mention it here because
this is the first time we had been able to make such an
It was a good
their service to God. Harrold and I were very pleased and the rest of the family approved. Perhaps it seemed a little early for this with Ann just entering college. 1 think that was Roger's idea, to make sure he had her before exposing her to anyone else at the college. I knew they loved each other so 1 felt that, with the Lord's help, the
future would work out well for them.
Ann left for college soon after that, the second to leave the nest. I knew it my heart that this was the first big step away from us and out on her own, that she would never
really come "home" again. Judi and I drove her and her belongings to Lincoln and helped to move her into the dorm. It wasn't any easier leaving her than it was leaving Carol three years before. One thing that helped was knowing that Carol was there on campus if either of them needed someone
close to them to talk to.
As with Carol, I didn't sleep much that night after getting home. I thought back through Ann's infant days: how glad I was that she was a girl, to begin with, what a tiny, curlyheaded petite doll she was, how she was such a funny, sober-faced clown as a toddler. In my mind, I carefully thought back over her childhood and growth and development
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into a beautiful young woman: times when I worried and prayed over her, times when I rejoiced over her, and times when I was very proud of her. Where had the years gone? How could they grow up so fast? I prayed for her over and over again that night, and for myself. The exodus was continuing and I knew that ahead of me were many more nights like this of mixed joy and sadness.
That fall Jon and I embarked on an adventure that was
relationship between Mother and son that might not have come about otherwise. When the Sprenger family joined the Mission, there was really not enough money to sustain another family, so Harrold bid in a star mail route out of Joliet. This was early morning and late afternoon, leaving the day hours for Charles Sprenger to manage and work in the printing department.
Now there was another route open to bid. Harrold again
bid and got it. We had no one in the regular Mission personnel to drive the route at the time. Jon was in high school and could use a good job. The Mission would pay Jon a salary and the rest of the money earned would go into the Mission. Jon was too young to drive the vehicle; the law required 18 years of age, at least. So I took the job of driving the trucks, and Jon handled the mail bags. He and I were up at 5:30 every morning except Sunday to be at the post office by six a.m. Rain or shine, snow
and 24-below zero weather, sleet and ice storms, wind and
blizzard, it didn't matter. No reason was ever acceptable for being late or slow. Even mechanical breakdowns got us into trouble. Many times we were the first tire tracks made on the road sifter a night's snow storm. If I hadn't gotten to know the road so well, I could have been in the ditch once a week during the winter. During severe cold spells, X can remember being upstairs praying as I was dressing warmly while Jon went out to try and start the truck. Hearing that motor roar was the sweetest sound in the world those bitterly cold mornings. At first I drove a Jeep. Then, as the mail volume grew (inevitably), the Mission bought a used Jewel Tea truck,
the time. Eventually that had to be replaced because it became too small, but that was after I quit driving. It was heavily loaded with mail most of the time. At Christmas
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and catalog mailing times, it was overloaded. We had mail bags up in front, all around us and Jon sat on them
at those times.
mail to and receiving mail from three small towns which were served out of the main Joliet post office. We would arrive home with just 20 minutes before Jon needed to be in school. While he dashed upstairs to change into school
had to stop at home for Jon to eat and get ready for school before dropping the return mail at the post office. On these morning I would take Jon to school in the truck, and then go on to the post office. Jon always hated that. For one reason, climbing out of the truck before the school
in front of the other kids made him uncomfortable. I
Teenagers are naturally sensitive at that age. For another thing, that meant I had to handle the mail bags at the post
office. He didn't like that.
ber a few frustrating times keeping the truck going on cold, winter mornings when water developed in the gas lines. I
remember one flat tire, and one time when the truck just
quit. Cach time Jon hitch-hiked for help while I stayed with the government property. Somehow we got through each experience without too much trauma. We had a reputation
for being responsible and on time.
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for the other route when Charles Sprenger was on vacation or too busy with printing to take the route. A Volkswagen van was used on that route and sometimes it was seriouslyoverloaded. A number of times when I drove, the load was
so heavy the wheels bowed outward, and I would drive very slowly and carefully to the first post office where a large portion of the mail would be removed to lighten the load. Knowing how the wheels are set on a Volkswagen, I could just see the wheels pulling right off and leaving me sitting there flat on the ground. Charles happened to be driving the day it actually happened. Though it never happened to me, I did have breakdowns on that route. It got beyond the meaning of
ridiculous.
Three different times after the van was supposed to have been fixed, it just quit on me half-way through the route. That particular postmaster began to think I was doing it on purpose to harrass him. I sat for hours waiting for help. After that, they replaced the van with a heavier vehicle, but by then I wasn't driving the route any more. Jon and I grew very close in those years. We saw each other at our worst and at our best. Early mornings are not my best times, and he saw me in displays of utter frustration. He also saw me handle split-second emergencies, and approved. I saw him mature and rise to take care of situations that would have been next to impossible for me if I had been alone. It was a growing and maturing experience for both of us. When the Michael family, joined the Mission, and Ralph
took over the route, Jon and I looked back on it with
nostalgia.
Our work with the Harvey church ceased that fall. The congregation had reached the place of needing and being able to have a full-time minister and Robert Sloniger came in September to fill that need. The church gave us a farewell service and presented Harrold with a beautiful watch, suitably engraved. After the Slonigers came, we also had a big church family picnic as a combination welcome and farewell affair. We visited the church often because we missed them all very much. But we praised God for the thurch's growth and strength, and for the good leadership of elders and deacons that was guiding them into greater things for God in the future. They have lived up to our expectations.
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grateful to God and His people that we could say that. Bill McGilvrey suggested using Acts 28:15 as our end of the decade
theme: "We thanked God, and took courage. "
forward to the '60's with faith and courage.
We looked
Apartment
House
in 1960
Remodeled,
Repainted
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in 26 countries, and 41 recruits actively preparing to enter their fields of choice. This was the report in the Missionary Prayer List, No. 12, corrected to December 1959^ This
number was in sharp contrast to the 90 missionaries in 1945 at the end of World War II. Some people are bored with statistics, but they become very interesting and important to those vitally concerned with what is taking place. Horizons Magazine kept printing this information throughout the years because we believed that people who are helping to send
the Gospel around the world want to know, and would find it interesting and vital to their continued zeal and faith. My work in the C. O. M. E. Department had increased to
the point that I needed help, especially in the tasks of booking and maintaining the slide library. Leone Pytel joined me in the fall of 1959, first on a part time-basis, later to become pretty much fulltime. Our work also needed more room. SoHarrold and I moved the washing machine and dryer and rearranged the basement of our house and moved the C. O. M. E. Department into it. It made us somewhat separated from the rest of the staff, but a phone and intercom was installed so communication was no problem. It did give Leone and I more quiet place to work, and it was especially beneficial to me when I had to work late at night to get some
publication out on time.
the children.
Sometimes they would come home so full of either something great that had happened, or something so frustrating that they
were in despair. I often wondered what they would have done
My
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editorial offices and the printing and mailing facilities, plus the McGilvrey family of seven, Betty Enabnit and Flora Maye
Guernsey, and the bookstore on the second floor. In the seven years, we had added the two third-floor rooms, redecorated the outside, improved and decorated the basement to hold the circulation and printing departments, and added combination
storm windows. That was all paid for. The only property
with the need for more so that we can do a better job with the
great task of missionary education still ahead of us. " We finally had bought a larger press for the Mission, but technically it did not belong to the Mission, That came about this way. Harrold had wanted to put money into a larger press for a long time. He could do the printing for missionaries
so much more economically for them if we were not sending out
the large page printing. We were quite limited by the little press. Of course, what stood in our way was the initial cost of buying and installing the larger press. Finally, Harrold pressed it in staff meetings and executive committee meetings. Everyone agreed that that was the next step in our growth, but
most were leary of the financial burden. So, Harrold said,
alright iie would see if he could buy a press himself and then any failure or burden would be his and not the Mission's, The rest of our group reluctantly agreed that if it did not financially
endanger the Mission, he could go ahead. With the evidence of all the printing we were already doing
and commissioned to do, and the additional printing we could do for ourselves with a larger press, Harrold had no difficulty in
getting a loan from the bank which we had been doing business with all the years we had been in Joliet. The press was bought
and installed and was immediately successful.
fed back into the Mission.
to speak at the alumni-sponsored Spring Gospel and Missionary Conference. I also had been asked to speak at a morning
session in a woman's forum. This was a good opportunity for us to get away together. My mother came to stay with the children and we left Joliet by train on the afternoon of
Easter Sunday.
I thoroughly enjoyed the train trip across the coxintry. Sitting and reading or talking uninterruptedly to Harrold was a
wonderful blessing of rest and relaxation with no pressing obligations staring me in the face, waiting to be taken care
of. Harrold soon grew restless, though. He has a terrible
time sitting and "doing nothing, " which is how he describes traveling any way but driving a car. So by the time we reached
As -usual, there were many other speaking dates planned besides the two special dates at the college. So in the two weeks we were on the Coast, we were in many churches, and had the chance to see old friends from college years and to
get acquainted with new friends for Mission Services. It was
Carol also graduated from Lincoln that spring. We were made very proud as she graduated Summa Cum Laude, and
was taken into two honor societies.
Carol was also pregnant; the baby was due in September. They had it figured out just right. Chuck still had schooling
ahead of him, but she was going to get her degree before she
became a mother.
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the reception. Judi had been asked to take care of the nieces
of Roger during the ceremony because their mother, Roger's sister, was to play the organ. Having learned from Carol's wedding, I again had turned the reception over to the church
women under the direction of one of the women who was a
I didn't shed any tears; I was just full of joy and thankful ness for Ann and Roger, and full of hope and prayer for their
Right here I need to back-track a little, and mention what was happening in the Lord's work in Joliet. Ann and Roger
were not married in the same church building as Carol and
Chuck.
fast-growing city, especially on the expanding west side. So, led by the elders, the congregation purchased a site on
the west side and built the first building consisting of Bible school rooms and a fellowship hall that would double as a
work parties when we cleaned the building and prepared it for the day when the church charter would be opened. On that day, those who wished to become a member of the new work signed the charter. Until then most of us did not
know who had decided to become a part of the new congregation.
The split could not have been more equal if it had been care
fully planned. It was interesting to note that while most of the people who signed the charter lived on the west side, there
were some from the east side who signed, and there were
some who lived on the west side who stayed with the church on
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minister, Robert Graham, had decided to go with the new congregation believing they would need the continuity of the same leader to help them in their organization. The people who stayed in the east side building already had a working organization, and would be better able to look for and get a
new minister.
Our family considered for a long time which way we would go. Although we talked about it again and again, our inclination from the very beginning was to stay on the east side. We lived right in the middle so could go either way as
far as distance was concerned. When the time came, we stayed put. It was interesting to watch what happened. The adult class I had taught had numbered about 75; after the formation
of the new congregation, my class was about 35. But I watched people who had sat in my class doing very little, suddenly begin to work and take responsibility in the similar class formed in the new congregation. This same thing
happened in other areas of the church work. It was happening also in the east side congregation. People who before had done very little but sit in the pew, were eagerly, even enthusiastically going to work. Both congregations thrived from the very onset of the venture. The east side church remained First Christian Church, The west side group
became Maple Lawn Christian Church, named after the area in which the building was located. Ann and Roger were married in the Maple Lawn church building because most of their friends were members there.
being host at his daughter's wedding. I think I was the only one who felt that way. Everyone else accepted it as a
natural course of events.
of that summer and fall.
I guess it was.
He traveled most
Lake camp.
One of our
mail route,
camp, had decided she would finish high school six months
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So, for a third time I drove a daughter from Joliet to Lincoln with all of her paraphernalia that she needed to move into the girl's dorm. Actually, I didn't drive, A boy friend
of Judi's wanted to take her down, so he drove us. The
Kelleys and Gibsons had a picnic supper for us before we drove back to Joliet. Once again I was in the throes of remembering the birth and growing years of one who was part of myself.
When Judi was born, some of our friends hinted that it was too bad our third baby was another girl. We were shocked! We were thrilled with a third girl; now we had a trio. It never entered my head to be sorry; nor did it
We just
help. With her sisters, she grew to delight us and bring us joy. She didn't have much hair, and it was very blonde.
When she was about three, and still had that thin, straight,
baby fine hair, through which her scalp could be seen, her
Aunt Doris said, "Judi doesn't need curly hair. With those big, blue eyes of hers, she'll get anything she wants!" Aunt Doris proved to be right.
My nest was emptying too fast. I could hardly believe half were already gone. I knew from experience that once they head for college, they wouldn't be home again. Suddenly I was back to where I had been ten years before, as far as baby sitters were concerned. Claudia was not quite old enough to stay alone with her brother even for an evening. Jon, with his dating and extracurricular choir activities in high school, could not be expected to baby sit except on rare, special occasions. There were times when
I drafted him, and he never objected, but I could not
On September 21, Carol gave birth to a baby boy: Charles Carson Kelley III. Since his grandfather was
called Charles, and his father was Chuck, they decided to call him Carson. He was a beautiful baby from the very
beginning, our first grandchild. Strangely, it didn't make me feel any older. I was just thankful and joyful, and with all the succeeding grandchildren that have come along (and are still coming), that feeling has never changed, just become
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more intense.
came home from the hospital, and I stayed about ten days and took care of mother and baby. 1 have never been happier than when I am taking care of a new baby and it's mommy (I've been as happy, but never happier). I have contrived to be with each of my daughters when their babies have been born, except for the two of Carol's who were born in Rhodesia. I would have gone there
too, if I'd had the money !! There is no feeling on earth more indescribable than that of holding the tiny, warm
unexpected.
hemorrhage took him, I was so grateful that we had been able to go up to northern California to see them when we
were out there in April. Harrold immediately flew out to California to be with the family.
It was kind of a double dose to me. An uncle of mine
to churches in Minnesota, and, with my aunt, had been very close to me all my life. I had gone to Minnesota to attend
circle too close together. During this year of I960, Mission Services acquired the three-story, brick apartment house next door to the Manor. The elderly couple who owned it and lived in the downstairs apartment had been vitally interested in what we were doing from the time we had moved in in 1953. They said they had never known anyone like us. When they decided that they were no longer able to care
for so much property, the man approached Harrold and offered to sell Mission Services the tri-plex for whatever he would have to pay for a small bungalow for them. This
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what the building was worth. With Mission Manor paid for,
the Mission board thought this was a fantastic opportunity,
so the transaction was made.
the basement and moved the printing department into it, which included the two presses and the huge copy camera. Also,
part of the C. O. M. E. Department worked there, and one end of the large room housed the big gathering machine called
the saddle-stitcher. This was used for assembling and
stapling our large publications with many pages. It was quite a monster. There was room for four
persons to sit down at it as they fed the right sequence of pages on to the moving belt. At the end the machine made
it's own staples, stapled the magazine, folded it and
trimmed the ends as it spit it out ready to be trimmed on the leading edge and tciken to the circulation department to be addressed. It saved hours of gathering and stapling time, but it required a special rhythm to it or the moving belt would move along without some of the sections. So, the volunteer women working at it began to sing together; as long as they sang, the rhythm was perfect, but if they stopped singing, somebody would get fouled up, and they would have to shut down the machine and regroup to begin again. Of course, in time they got used to it and no longer
had to sing.
to hear four or five women singing, "I've been working on the railroad, ' and laughing at each other in the process of doing
an important ministry.
preparing to enter their chosen fields. This was in con trast to the number announced at the beginning of the year (and at the beginning of this chapter). It was challenging
to us, and encouraging to our readers.
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to churches. Too often they were never distributed right away and so the news value was lost. Also we knew that a publica
tion received in one's own mail box is better read by more
people in the family than free literature received in the the church house. So Mission Services increased it's efforts
Nancy
Corbell came from Inglewood, California to serve as typesetter in the editorial department. We were so glad to welcome her because she was greatly needed. Then,
1961 was the first year that the C. O. M. E. Department offered to the churches a "package deal" of missionary
materials. For one price the package included a world map, full-color, showing the locations of missions and
missionaries around the world; 12 study packets one for each month of the year, a Missionary Program Guide, 24
issues of Horizons, six lists of missionaries and their
Also, early in 1961, Mission Services bought a small neighborhood grocery store building around the corner from Mission Manor. It had a small apartment in the rear. The Joe Pytel family moved into the apartment; Leone Pytel was my assistant in the C. O. M. E. Department. The
store front was remodeled to hold Christian Bible House. Except for a Roman Catholic bookstore, there was no
religious bookstore at that time west of Chicago. We were reasonably sure that we cotdd serve the needs of the large
area and that, in time, it would not only pay for itself but
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Claudia McGilvrey
and Margaret Sprenger took over the larger responsibility. The supplies they were already handling for missionaries
had run over the one room in the big house that had been used as a bookstore. It took a few years, but the book
store did become a success and still is.
In June Harrold traveled to Washington, D. C. to settle our tax situation with the Internal Revenue Service. Because Christian churches/churches of Christ have no denomina
we sought. It was a very interesting experience for Harrold and a very enlightening one for Mr, Misegades, so he said.
For almost a year Harrold had been talking about making another family tour to present the missionary story in churches across the country. With two sons-in-law, and a
grandson, that would be 11 of us. With all the musical ability in the family, presenting an interesting and pleasing
program would be no problem. Back in the fall of I960 when we took Judi to Lincoln
very serious about it. " I expected objections from Roger and Chuck, but they surprised me by being enthusiastic
about the idea.
dragged my feet, I really did, I kept thinking of all the problems we had encountered in 1957 when there were just eight of us. Now we would have a caravan of two cars, each pulling a 14-foot trailer, and.Kelleys would drive their Volkswagen van which would carry their baby
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After Harrold had worked out the tentative program of what we wanted to portray, we all sat down and worked out the musical selections and how they would be correlated with the story, and who would sing what. My place was at
the piano. I was to accompany the singing and play back ground music behind all the speaking, modulating from one
key to another as necessary.
so I did.
This was to be a musical pageant called "Singing Victory. " Xo enhance the pageantry of it, we all planned to wear typical
dress of the countries where we have missionaries. We had
several authentic costumes in the display material at Mission Services, which we borrowed for the trip. For the rest we made our own, carefully copying as best we could
authentic national dress. 10-months-old Carson. We even had a costume for
school class of First Christian Church of Joliet spent several months making the children's costumes. They made capes
and Nehru-type service caps that both boys and girls could
wear. They were made of all colors so we could mix or
match the capes and caps to give a very colorful look to the
Of course, in addition to the concentration on the program, it was my responsibility to see about the practical logistics
of feeding the whole bunch on the trip, the amount of linens needed, medical supplies for any contingency, etc. We did sit down, all of us, and work out responsibilities so that
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everyone knew what was expected of him or her, and all of the jobs were apportioned out. It was inevitable that some
details would be overlooked and we discovered after we
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work, in the press department, and maintenance work, mainly to relieve vacationing regulars. They received some support from his home church in Gary, Indiana. They
moved in with us right after school was out.
In Jime Roger received his ministerial degree from Lincoln Bible Institute. The year before he had received his degree
the rough passages and shaky transitions. We were deter mined to make our presentation as professional as we knew how to make it to the praise and glory of God, Before we left, we gave our first program to the First
Christian Church in Joliet. Their reaction was a clue to
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send-off. Our next date was July nine at Clinton, Iowa. Aftei? a feverish last few days of packing trailers, checking
The program was received very well everywhere we went. We just prayed that along with enjoying the presentationgs, the people were also getting the message of the call for increasing missionary work and support around the
whole world.
The adverse things I don't remember too well. I guess that's the way it should be. Most of them were niggling
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I remember tempers flaring up among all of us> and misunderstandings and harsh words everyone was sorry for afterwards. At the end of the second week, we all sat down,
got things out in the open, thrashed them out, and after that
everything was much better.
Sometimes I didn't prepare enough food to satisfy hungry men, and I heard about it. Sometimes picnic lunches along
the way got monotonous, and they told me about that.
We had a problem a couple of nights running when, during the duet that Claudia and Tim sang, for some reason Tim got to giggling and couldn't stop and Claudia wept from embarrassment. It took quite a little bit of
doing to get that stopped, believe me.
We
had the most fun with Roger. He had never been west of the Mississippi, and as we left the plains of Kansas, and moved into the beauty of Colorado, Roger could hardly drive for ogling. When we would stop at vista points to view the valleys below us, Roger wanted to how how much farther up we would go before we started down again. He wasn't sure he wanted to go all the way. In Colorado Springs, we took off a few days and toured
It was a
special joy for us to view all the sights afresh through We spent one week in a Christian service camp in Montana in an area that was almost virgin territory. It had not been touched by commercialism and no summer homes were built around its edges. Moose came right down to the water's edge to drink, and other wildlife, unusual to us, were everywhere. We ate bear and deer and antelope meat but didn't know it until after we had digested it. It was time of relaxation and rest for us.
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home for several years by Judi. But that is farther along in the story, and at this time in 1961, it was just another friendly town with a body of God's people who were willing to
listen to our story of missions. We went on into California and spent some time visiting Harrold's mother in Campbell, and we put on our program
at her church in Los Gatos. Los Gatos is another town to remember because it, too, would become more familiar,
and be home for the Kelleys for two years. When we reached Southern California, we parked our
We had our first bad experience on the Sunday night when we presented the program at First Christian Church in Long
Beach. We had a theft. We had changed into our costumes in the downstairs restrooms. We five girls had brought hangars with which to hang up our dresses during the
program and they were hanging all over the room. After the program we went down to change back into our dresses, and every dress was there, except Ann's. It was not anywhere.
The church leaders were very upset, but we were told that this was not the first time that something similar had happened. Apparently, with the building open, someone slipped in from the outside during the program to use the restrooms, and was tempted by the hanging clothes. They
either took the dress that fit them or the one that was most
attractive to them.
It was an
especially pretty dress and it was new. We had given it to her for her recent birthday which we had celebrated on the trip. This was only the second time she had worn it. At the end of the trip, we replaced it with a fall suit that she could make good use of in the evangelistic work which they were entering. But the incident left a bitter taste in our
mouths.
Up to this point, we had not had much of a heat problem. None of our vehicles were air conditioned, so we hoped for the best but knew quite well that we faced some uncomfortable
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days as we left California and turned toward home. The day we left California for Yuma, Arizona was overcast,
so it wasn't too bad, but when we reached Yuma, the heat
hit us like a physical blow, Carson was cutting teeth and had not been sleeping well, and on this day was running a
temperature. One of the families in the Yuma church
offered their air-conditioned home to the Kelleys so they could get a good night's sleep and possibly correct whatever was bothering the baby. The rest of us endured a pretty hot night in our trailers. If the Kelley's had had to stay in the tent, I don't think they could have stood it. We were very grateful
to such kind, thoughtfiil Christians, to realize their need. The next day was a very hot drive to Phoenix where we arrived in time to do some laundry. We also suffered our second theft here, and this time it hit me. We had parked outside the church building to set up our equipment before going to the minister's house for supper. When we came out to leave, my knitting bag was gone from the car. I had been knitting a sweater for Claudia along the way and was on the last sleeve. I had begun it before we left Joliet
and the finished back I had left at home. I don't think I
would have felt so badly if the whole sweater had been in the stolen bag. Then whoever got it would have had a whole garment to put together and use or sell, but as it was, all they could do with what they stole was unravel it and make something else, and 1 had one small part at home that was not of much use. The few times that something like this has happened to me, I feel more hurt than angry, as if it were
some personal act against me. From Phoenix we drove north to blissfully cool Grand
Canyon. There we spent two or three days enjoying the sights and camping. We enjoyed singing around the fire at night and telling "ghost stories. " Harrold promised me we woxild come back some day and ride the donkeys downinto the canyon, but we haven't managed it yet. After the Grand Canyon, we visited the petrified forest
and then started across New Mexico. We had a date at
Grants, and then were to go on to Albuquerque. The day was hot on the plains, but in the mountains there were black clouds, lightening and thunder and rain and gusty winds. There was a bad stretch of Highway 66 from Grants to Albuquerque: narrow, two lanes, one each way, with no shoulders, just ditches straight down on each side. It had
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a bad reputation for accidents, we learned later. There was quite a bit of traffic on the road that day. There had
been an Indian festival back in Gallup, and truckloads of Indians were returning to their homes. This, plus the usual
summer traffic on the road. We were traveling with the
Kelleys leading in their van, next was the Gibson car and
trailer with Ann at the wheel, taking her turn at driving,
with Claudia and Jon in the back seat. We were the rear
guard with our trailer. Tim and Judi were riding with us. we were not in a hurry; there was no feeling of pressure of
not getting somewhere on time. All of a sudden, we saw the right back wheel of the trailer ahead of us go off the road into the sand. "Hold it, Ann, "
Harrold exclaimed. For a second it looked like she would;
then, mesmerized, we watched the trailer slide sideways down into the ditch, pulling the car after it. It rolled over
on it's side, bounced upright and came apart as if it were a cracker box. Thank God, the car was heavy enough not
to be pulled over with it. Beside me Harrold had cried, "There it all goes! !"
At that point, fortunately, there was a wide though deep ditch, and Harrold guided our car and trailer into it
behind them. We dashed over to those in the car. Ann was
weeping in the arms of Roger, and he was trying to reassure her that nothing terrible had happened. Claudia was near hysteria and Judi gathered her up to comfort her. Jon just got out and stared at the things spilling out of the crumbled trailer. The sporadic wind was already blowing
articles away. After we determined that no one was hurt, we began to assess what needed to be done. Some people stopped to
help, but it was so dangerous to stop that we just asked them to notify the police and a wrecker. There were enough
of us to handle the situation.
After a little bit, the Kelleys realized that we were not behind them, and finding a place to turn around, soon were back to discover what had happened. Chuck always carried tools for every emergency, so while we gathered clothes and other possessions and piled them into our trailer. Chuck was taking apart and loosening the ruined trailer and salvaging anything that might be usable later. He saved the mattresses, the table, mirrors, lights, the stove and the heater. When he was through, there was only the crushed shell.
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smashing the shell down on the bed, tie it down and he was
ready to leave.
trailer bed with its' four good wheels and tires in exchange for the towing charges. He really got the better of that deal, but at that point we didn't care. We also didn't worry
then about how the insurance company would take that little transaction. It was a strange feeling to see that poor little squashed trailer being towed away. What a sad ending. By the time we got all our belongings either into our
trailer or into Kelley's van, and the formalities with the
police were taken care of, we knew we were going to be late at Albuquerque, not for the program perhaps, but certainly for the supper they had planned for us. The police stopped traffic while we got back on the highway, and as soon as we could we called the church in Albuquerque, told them what had happened and about how long it might be before
we arrived.
The wonderful people in Albuquerque sent men from the church to stand on a street corner to intercept us and direct us to the church. They didn't want us wasting more time getting lost in their city. They allowed us to dump our
jumbled mess out of the trailer and van into a corner of
the church basement for sorting later. We found bur costumes, music, etc., and dressed and presented our program to a full church house and a waiting people. They were very receptive and especially sympathetic to Ann, who had difficulty singing after her experience of the afternoon. We were fed, taken into loving homes, and given a chance to rest. Then, we had a family conference to decide how to proceed. The accident had happened on a Sunday afternoon, and our date on Monday night was in Booker, Texas. We knew that there was no way we all could make that date. So,
it was decided that the Kelleys and Jon would go on to Booker and present a modified program. We had a set of slides of the work of Mission Services which they could show. Carol and Judi could sing, and Chuck could present some of the informational material in the pageant. So they left Monday morning to keep the date in Booker, planning to meet
us the next day in Oklahoma City.
Ann and I sorted and washed our clothes, packed every thing in boxes and loaded both cards and remaining trailer. It took the better part of the day. I've forgotten whether
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Joplin, Missouri; spending another week in a camp near Kansas City; being in Mexico, Missouri; and Springfield, Illinois, and ending with a program in Harvey, Illinois. That night, as we prepared to put on the program for the last time, everyone felt a little sad. In spite of, or maybe because of, all our problems and experiences, we hated to see the last performance and the trip itself end. Once home, unpacked, washed and reassembled, I had
time to realize how very fortunate we were for so many
traveled along the way: thankful for His loving watch-care over us, for the family togetherness we had had, for the opportunities we had had for witnessing to His greatness. Before the Kelleys and Judi went back to Lincoln for
the opening of college, and the Gibsons left for their first evangelistic meeting, Harrold called them all together
and shared with them the money from the tour left over
after all expenses were paid. They had given two months
of their summer in which they could have made some money
financial responsibilities to be met in the near future. Roger remarked that he felt almost guilty taking the money because he felt that he had gained so much from the tour in other ways that taking money cheapened it. They
all seemed to feel that way.
be so blessed.
that they did and that the whole adventure had turned out to
Some weeks later, Roger and Ann came back between
meetings and as they came to the door, Roger called out, "Hey, how about another trip! We're ready to go again!"
I booed him, but I was happy for his sentiments.
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Services had the opportunity to attend a little or a lot depending on our work load. We could attend just for a day if that was the way it worked out for us. So, none of us missed out entirely. Some of the workers had
never been able to attend a convention before, so it was
a real learning experience for them. They all came back fired up with enthusiasm and a realization of the value of the work that they were doing.
That fall Harrold was asked again to help in the formation of a new congregation, this time at Wilmington, a neighboring town. Several Christian families lived in Wilmington, but were driving 16 miles to Joliet to church. As they explored the idea of beginning a congregation in Wilmington, they discovered there were more of them than they had thought.
They approached Harrold for direction and the First
Harvey church, and a new congregation was quickly formed. By the end of the year, 50 people were worshiping regularly with a full program of Bible school and church Since churches usually don't have evangelistic meetings during December, Ann and Roger were free early in the month so they could come home to rest and visit. We decided
that this was the year for the whole family to make the trip
to Minnesota for Christmas. The Kelleys were willing, and
Judi came home they would make the trip from Lincoln.
There had been a heavy snow storm the night before we left, and it hadn't completely abated when we started out in the morning. I was full of apprehension because two years before I had driven up in a similar snow storm, and had had a minor accident and ended up in the ditch. No one was hurt and we eventually did get to my mother's home but the memory of that tense trip was still with me. This year the weather got progressively better as we traveled north, and we reached our destination without any
problems at all. Some of us stayed in my mother's apartment in St. Paul; the rest of the family stayed with my brother's
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family in White Bear Lake in the large home that had been
my parents before my father died.
I look back on that Christmas as being the peak of family
togetherness.
was the last time all the members of my brother's family and all the members of my family and my mother were together. In the next 12 months, members of the family began to
again. I think it would take something of a miracle for it to happen again. At this writing, there are 41 members of both my brother's and my family including my mother. They
are widely scattered and of diverse interests. My mother is still alive, but my brother died in 1969.
It was a beautiful Christmas together. The children had a wonderful time playing together and the adults relaxed and
enjoyed the children and each other. We had bought Carson a small, sturdy toy piano and he banged away on it like a
as family Christmases usually are, but the noise was joyful, and the spirit was love. Time has brought about the
separation, but the family tie is still love.
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meeting in January of 1962., A bit unusual but that was when they could get the evangelist they wanted, George Stansberry.
Ann and Roger were to be song evangelists. They usually had a youth program going in conjunction with the main meeting, and Roger used the yo-yo, at which he was very proficient, as interest and illustration. It was a two-weeks meeting which we enjoyed very much. Ann and Roger were around for another two weeks much to our pleasure, and I played the organ for the meetings. So, I got to play with Ann, who was at the piano, and I got to accompany their solos and duets. That was fun for me. I can count the times on my fingers that we have heard either one of them sing since then. The meeting ended with a big church fellowship. Each woman was to bring a flat cake, and they were all put
Georgia and Florida. We had both been invited to speak at a missionary rally in Savannah, Georgia, and then we made
dates down into Florida and back through Carrollton Georgia,
Kingsport, Tennessee and on home. It really was an enjoy able trip because I saw country I had never seen before and
met many friends from the past plus many new friends I knew only through correspondence in my work at the
Mission.
I recall very vividly that it rained all the time until we got into Florida and then rained every day until we got back in the freezing winter weather of Indiana and Illinois.
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In addition, the change in temperature and dampness, I guess, put me in a condition to catch a severe cold. I was
purpose of the trip came out well and at the end I could say that I had enjoyed and profited by the trip. After our family "Singing Victory" trip to California the previous summer, I learned something that was to change the course of the rest of our lives. At the time, I
didn't take it seriously, and I didn't think that Harrold did either. I put it out of my mind with all the events of the winter and didn't think about it again until what happened at the annual meeting of Mission Services in February made me wonder what was going on in Harrold's mind. On that summer trip, first, Tom Overton, minister at Huntington Beach and a board member of the Churches of Christ Building and Loan Fund, Inc. , asked Harrold if he would consider directing the Fund in a money-raising campaign; then, Kenneth Stewart, president of Pacific Christian College, asked Harrold if he would consider teaching at the college part-time with the plan to work into a fulltime position and build a full missionary department in the college curriculum. Both offers were a complete surprise to Harrold and I thought he had dismissed them as wild ideas. To me they were impossible, and as I said before, I put them out of my mind. In February at the annual meeting Harrold requested
that he be relieved of the administrative duties as director,
and suggested that Bill McGilvrey be made director. That didn't surprise me. Harrold had been grooming Bill to be director for several years. Bill was pretty much desk
bound; it was difficult for him to travelnot that he didn't
but Harrold traveled so very much of the time. As the work of the Mission became heavier and heavier, it really needed the director on the job all the time. At first Bill seemed reluctant to accept the idea but by now he seemed at least resigned to it.
Harrold's words to the board were that he would have
ministries. It was the other ministries that gave me pause. It could have been such things as his three to five-day lecturing he was doing at the colleges over the country,
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but there was a niggling at the back of my mind that I didn't altogether shake. However, again I put it out of my mind
as preposterous.
Then Harrold accepted the Loan Fund request to set up and develop a money-raising program that he could administer part-time. Since they could only afford to pay him part-time, they thought this might work. Harrold would spend some part
of each six weeks in California, the rest of the time at Mission
Services, or traveling for the Mission. In April we drove a car out to California so he would have transportation when he was there. We went in time to attend the college Gospel and Missionary Conference. Harrold was also scheduled to give a series of missionary lectures at the college after the conference through the first day of May. In-between he would have time to meet with the building and loan people and work out the details of how they would operate. So the plan was for me to drive to California with him and then after the conference, I would fly home and he would remain for the business and the lectures. I thought that this was not to be any kind of permanent job, just a short thing, perhaps as long as a year or two. However, once in California, Harrold had several personal conferences with Kenneth Stewart unbeknownst to me. Finally, on almost my last day there, we were driving along the street
come of it. Again I put it out of my mind. Then one morning shortly before I expected him home, I
received a letter. In it, Harrold wrote that he had decided
as his next step in missionary education. "If Mission Services is to live beyond our liftime, it is time to turn it over
to others, " he said.
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We would move to California a year from this time, he added, when Jon had graduated from high school. Meanwhile
Harrold would shuttle back and forth between jobs. I could not believe what I was reading. It was a good
thing I was alone because I burst into tears really letting out my dismay, fear, anger, and other emotions I couldn't put a label on that I had been pushing down and throttling for
weeks. How could he do such a thing! I was so sure that as
long as there was Mission Services, there was us; and as long as Mission Services was in Joliet, so were we in Joliet.
I didn't want to move to California. I didn't want to leave
I didn't
rationally again, I asked myself why I was so overwhelmingly upset now when in the past I had accepted and adjusted to each change. Two obvious things came to mind first. We
had never lived as long anywhere as we had lived in Joliet, and we had never committed ourselves to any task as
one gets older, but not adjusting to change. However, in in my heart I knew that these two reasons, while valid,
were not the real reason I was having such an emotional upheaval. After prayer and some honest soul-searching, I came to
realize that what was really happening to me was that I felt my basis of security was being pvdled out from under me like a rug. My security had rested in Mission Services, my
home, and First Christian Church of Joliet. It did not rest
in Harrold because he was gone so much of the time. All I did for the Mission, and for the local congregation, I felt was
up and had made the doing more important than the being.
If Christ was really my security, then whatever path serving
Him took, I should feel no fear or reluctance.
I can't say that that revelation immediately changed my attitude. It took prayer and time, but the change dates
from that time when I realized what a mixed up kid I was.
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he graduated from high school. After that he would be going to college and it didn't make too much difference to him where the family lived. He did express chagrin that it was to Long Beach we were moving. Some time ago he had stated that he had no intention of attending Lincoln where his three older sisters were attending and getting such good grades; why, even one of them graduated summa cum laude! No sir, he wasn't going to follow them and have the teachers expect the same from him! After visiting Pacific Christian College the year before on our family trip, he had decided that was where he was going to go. Now, to have his family move there, too, and maybe have his father one of his teachers, was not quite what he had planned. I reminded
him that at least he would not have the records of his sisters
to compete with.
Claudia and Tim were half excited at the idea and half
apprehensive. Their life in Joliet was the only life they remembered, and they had many friends. Moving in the sxmimer of 1963 would be a good time for Claudia, though, because she would be going into junior high, and would be changing schools and systems, anyway. Tim would be entering fifth grade when we reached California. School to Tim was still a place he went because he had to, so where he went made very little difference. I think the fact that
the actual moving was a year away took the edge off any adverse feelings the children had. We had a year to get used
to the idea.
So, by the time Harrold came home, he found a family fairly well-adjusted to the plan, and willing, even eager, to hear more details and to talk over ways and means. Generally speaking, Harrold would spend two weeks in California and two weeks in Joliet. Some events might
necessitate a longer period one place or the other, but for
The most difficult time I had was when, in July, I spent the usual time with my mother in Minnesota. When I finally
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got up the courage to tell her, she leaned on the table, and
said, "You mean that this is the last summer you will be coming and visiting like this, and I will be seeing you even less than I do now. " It was a statement rather than a question.
Funny thing about change, it is kind of like a pebble dropped in a pool of water and the ripples get wider and wider. Change had already begun gently with two of our children getting married and beginning to live lives of their own. Now our moving seemed to precipitate other changes. Soon after we did move, my mother had to sell the summer cottage where we all stayed when we visited
those Julys.
to move in with my brother for a couple of years. So there would have been no room for us to visit in any July had we stayed on in Joliet and lived as in previous years. Yes, change was the order of that year. Chuck Kelley finished his work at Lincoln and accepted a ministry of
Christian Education in Los Gatos, California. Before I
had even gotten used to the idea, they were packed and on their way. Harrold's mother was overjoyed to have her grandchildren minister in her congregation and so thrilled to have them close by. But, my one and only grandbaby was gone and would be growing up without me watching and without knowing me and his grandpa! I was beginning to feel like my mother; things were happening too fast! Actually, we were happy for Carol and Chuck's opportunity to serve and glad it brought joy to Harrold's mother. There are always mixed feeling in all comings and goings. There were to be more changes. Judi decided that she
would transfer from Lincoln to San Jose Bible College. She
had been talking of transfering for several months. Now, with the Kelleys moving to near San Jose, that solidified
her decision and she sent off her application and arranged
for her transfer from Lincoln. So this was the last summer
Changes thjat spring were not over yet. Ann and Roger informed us that we would be grandparents again around the first of the year. That made us very happy and glad that we
would still be around for the event. Roger and Ann had no
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worked with Harrold in Harvey, Roger had some experience with new church situations and would give concentrated help and direction for three months, with the hope that the church would be ready for fulltime ministry in the fall. This would also give Ann a chance to get established with a doctor, and her body a chance to adjust before they began
missionary study packets for the coming year. This year we decided to add a junior section, stories especially for
children. It had been suggested by a user who found it difficult to adapt most of the adult material to a child's level. From the later response, it seemed to be a welcome
addition, at least to those who used it. It meant an added
always get the response we hoped for, but there was enough
response to make it worth while.
drive to California over the Labor Day weekend. He had arranged to drive a new car to the Coast for sale out
there.
Bill in 1957 at Wi-Ne-Ma Camp in Oregon and had corres ponded with him off an on through the years, including the
time he spent in the army in Germany. At this time, he
had just arrived back from Germany, coming in to Chicago and visiting and staying with us for a few days. They left after supper on Friday night planning to drive straight through, taking turns driving and stopping only for gas and to eat. I wasn't happy about their traveling over Labor Day weekend. They called me once along the way to say that all was well and they had had no problems. Then Harrold called when he had reached Long Beach by Monday night. Unbelievable, but that is what they did. So I was left with three children and myself. I wouldn't see Harrold again until after the Missionary convention in
Denver September 25-28. There was no idle time, however,
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the church was in full swing, and the work at the Mission was bigger than ever.
take graduate work at Lincoln Christian Seminary. He stayed with the church five years and guided them in building.
The executive board of the Mission received two jolts
accepted it since it was presented as an accomplished fact. The topic discussed was how the work would be managed. Harrold and I would both continue our editorial
work from California, he with Horizons, and I with the
worked out only in the doing. One idea was always there,
was finding someone who had the editorial training, the missionary background and the desire. That was a combin
ation that proved to be very hard to find. We had other changes in Mission personnel that year
apartment vacated by the Michaels. Anne Smith joined me in the C. O. M. E. Department and Dean went to work in the
department, picking up some of the duties of Flora Maye. It didn't happen all at once, so the work moved along smoothly
while all of these changes were taking place. In November, shortly before Thanksgiving, Ann came
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home to us to stay until after the baby was born. The doctor felt that she shouldn't travel after that time. Roger had one
more meeting date to fulfill, and then he too would remain
in Joliet until both mother and baby were able to travel again. Since first babies are especially noted for being
unpredictable, we had made no plans to go to Minnesota for Christmas. We planned to have a nice Christmas at home. In California the Kelleys and Judi would celebrate Christmas with Harrold's mother and his brother's family so we knew that they would have a good time together. My mother was disappointed in not seeing us but understood, and she elected
feeling that it was the closing of an era. Ann had been saying for several weeks that she was going to have her baby on Christmas day. I kept telling her "No, any day before or after, but not on Christmas day itself. " Her actual due date, according to calculations, was a week later, January 1. But, six o'clock Christmas morning, Roger knocked on our bedroom door and said they were leaving for the hospital having already called the doctor.
Poor Ann was in labor all Christmas day. And Roger
walked the halls of the hospital without a decent meal all day, and we kept anxiously awaiting news all day. The baby finally arrived at six o'clock that evening. Thais Lynnette Gibson was born on Christmas day just as her mother had
predicted, weighing in at just six poimds. She was so tiny compared to my babies, but she was healthy and strong and pretty.
Of course, we had to call California and Minnesota and
let everybody know we had a Christmas baby. She had even been Christmas-wrapped with a big red bow when she was first brought to her mother. A tired Roger came home for something to eat, and we all relaxed. It had been quite a Christmas, 1962.
Ann did not recover from the birth like she should have.
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immediately put her in the hospital, and blood tests showed that she was suffering from infectious hepatitus. Somewhere
in their travels she had come in contact with it, and it had
gamma globulin shot to protect her against whatever she might have picked up from Ann, Although I cared for the
baby during the day, Roger got up during the night to give her her night feedings. On the one Sunday that Ann was in the hospital, Roger took the baby with him when he went to a neighboring town to church instead of having me take the baby with me. It was his baby and he was going to see to
her care as much as he could.
them to help.
When Ann came home from the hospital, bed rest was the doctor's orders. Shte would lie in bed, and watch me bathe Thais, and say, "Baby, that's not your mother; you mother is over here. "
so Roger gathered his little family together and took them to Michigan to his parents where Ann would finish her
convalescence. As soon as she was able and the doctor
gave his O. K. , she and Thais again joined Roger in his evangelistic meetings. She had to have periodic blood
tests, and more rest than usual, but by the time we were
At the March, 1963 annual meeting of Mission Services, the whole advisory board was told of our impending move to
California, but no announcement in Horizons was to be made
yet.
and Harrold and I were retained as editors of our respective publications. The work of the Mission was in good shape generally, but funds were shorter so far in 1963 than they had been in 1962. The board authorized a second mid-year financial appeal in addition to the October-November appeal for the renewal of subscriptions to Horizons. This was to be an appeal for Mission Services to be put in the missionary budgets of the churches, rather than for one-time gifts,
though these were welcomed also. As spring approached and we had to give more attention to the mechanics of moving, Roger and Ann bought a mobile
home and moved the base of their operations to Springfield, Illinois, We made the announcement in Horizons and gave the address of West Side Christian Church as the place to
contact them for evangelistic meetings. In April, right after Easter, I drove with Harrold to
California. We drove a Volkswagen van which we packed full of the first load of our personal belongings. Harrold was living in one of the college apartments in Long Beach so had this space in which to store things. We packed and took with us as many of the "extra's" as we couldextra
linens, extra dishes, etc. Again we went out in time to attend the alumni-sponsored missionary rally at the college, but I principally went out to help Harrold look for a place to live. During the rally, Harrold was given the "Alumnus of the Year Award"the first Pacific Bible Seminary graduate
to be so honored.
During the two weeks we were in California, we bought a ranch-style house in Stanton, Orange County, a short distance from Long Beach. It would mean a little driving, but was not more than 20 minutes from the college to our house. We called home to tell the family we had found us a house, and the first question that Claudia asked was "Does
it have a nice kitchen? " The kitchen in the house in Joliet
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up thunder, lightening, torrential rain, with no sign of let-up, so the whole thing was postponed until Sunday afternoon. Sunday was a beautiful day but very hot. The graduation ceremonies came off smoothly. Harrold was on the program with the closing prayer. The school had a policy of using the ministerial fathers of graduates, so each time one of ours graduated, Harrold was able to be a part of the ceremonies. We had a family graduation party for Jon that evening. Monday noon we said good-by to Harrold's mother as she boarded the train heading west. Later in the afternoon my mother boarded the training heading north. It was hard to say good-by to her because there was no way of knowing when I wovild see her again. I know she had a difficult time with the parting, too.
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We had supper with the Mission family at the big house, but it was after eight o'clock in the evening, with the Mission family standing around to wish us "Godspeed, "
that we finally finished our farewells, and our caravan pulled out of the yard.
We had really been a family at the Mission, even though, as we grew in number, we had spread out into other places and houses. We had Thanksgiving dinners together and Christmas parties every year. We had monthly fellowships and picnics just to enjoy one another. Business was talked over as we prayed together in weekly staff meetings. We even put together a play about one day's activities at the Mission and put it on in nearby churches. I remember one Thanksgiving dinner when I looked up and down the long table where between 25 and 30 people were eating, laughing and talking. 1 turned to Harrold and repeated the words my father had said at one of our family dinners, "Did we
start all this? "
The Mission would go on as a family, we hoped, but now we woxild no longer be close members of the family, but family members who had moved far away. It was not easy to say good-by to everything and everyone that I had
grown to love so dearly in the ten years we had lived in Joliet. For years 1 was to hold up First Christian Church in Joliet as a shining example of how things ought to be: good missionary program, elders who really "eld, " etc. But there was a growing excitement in all of us for the new adventures and new life ahead of us. We expected nothing but good and lots of opportunities to work and serve. I said we were a caravan on a trip, and indeed we were.
him. Jon drove his heavy, 10-year-old Cadillac, and pulled the first 14-foot trailer the Mission had bought. The Mission had signed the ownership slip over to us personally. The poor little trailer had seen many miles of use and would not be road-worthy much longer, but we were going to live out of it on this move. After arriving in California, we pulled the trailer up to the camp grounds of Angeles Crest Christian Camp and retired it for use by us when we were there and by camp personnel at other times. Claudia rode with Jon in the Cadillac. I brought up the rear of the caravan, driving the family car, and Nancy Corbell, who
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Somehow we got separated and I got on the part of the highway that took me through a large city while the rest of our entourage took the bypass highway. By the time we got back together, Harrold was pretty worried and upset, but it all came out right and from then on it was just a
matter of covering the miles.
trailer and go to bed. Jon had wandered off to the top of a nearby hill looking for a breeze, and all of a sudden we heard him singing. It carried out over the night air over all the area. People outdoors stopped still to listen. He sang for perhaps five minutes. It was rather moving. I
never did ask him what was going on in his mind and heart
to prompt it.
others, what is behind it is usually very private. We arrived in Stanton at our new house by noon
Saturday.
brought all the equipment we needed for that. In an amazingly short time, it was all done and the men had gone
to their homes. The rest of the job was ours. The next
Mission Services display and Harrold had other responsibilities. We had moved into a neighborhood with lots of children
and young people, and we were very soon a part of it, people dropping in, sharing. Fourth of July block parties, etc. The
children soon had friends all aroxind and it didn't take long
for us to feel at home.
After visiting around that summer, we decided to put our membership in the nearby Westminster First Christian Church. They were small and in need of experienced leadership, and
we felt that we could be better used there. In the three years that we worked with that church, Claudia taught the pre-
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choir for a while, and brought Bible college students with him to help with the young people. Judi spent the summer with us, working as secretary
to her father. In the fall, Judi went back to San Jose, Jon
entered Pacific Christian College and moved in with two
high and Tim went into fifth grade, and for the first time
He came home and said, "Oh,
mother, she is so pretty and young. " He really worked for that teacher and made more progress that year than in any
previous year.
and began teaching more classes at the college than last year since he was there all the time. My days were nicely divided with half days at the office working with missionary material and half days being wife and mother, I began
working with the Zelotai (faculty and students' wives'
I also
other events. Whatever I was asked to do, I always tried to give a missionary flavor or information that would peak
interest in the world-wide mission of the church. The next
lot of the churches. My part always had a missionary point to it. So I was having from two to five speaking
engagements a month all year aroxmd, and that continued
until 1970 when I had some health problems, and the doctor
ordered me to slow down.
With all these good things coming our way, all these opportunities to push missions, I felt reassured that moving to California had been the right decision. We foxind that California seemed to be about ten y^ars behind the middle
west in missionary information and zeal, and somehow,
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the printing press belonged to the college. The bookstore was open to the public so I carried many items other than those needed by the Bible college students. However, the majority of my efforts was taken up in ordering textbooks, reminding (sometimes nagging) the professors when it was time to order for each quarter, keeping up with all the needs of each curriculum change. Along with this was the continual work for Mission Services. It was a busy, but happy life. I continued to manage the bookstore until the
summer of 1971.
We moved our membership from the Westminster church to Parkcrest Church of Christ in Long Beach. I planned not to take any responsibilities for at least a year, not to "get involved" since I was so busy elsewhere. However, I found at the end of that year that I felt as much a stranger as I did at the beginning, and I knew that if I was ever going to feel at home in that congregation, I was going to have
to become a part of the working force. Soon afterward, I was teaching an advilt Bible school class, singing in the choir and playing the piano and organ as needed. A few years later, I began teaching a weekday women's Bible study class and sponsoring a young mother's club. Before we left it, 1 was also working with a children's choir.
Harrold served as an elder in the church and one year as chairman of the board. At the end of the year he served as chairman, the church secretary confided that she wished
She
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said that things had never been so well-organized or gone so smoothly. She wished it could continue. Both Harrold and I were on the missionary committee of the church, and worked in promoting the missionary interests of
the congregation.
departments, we felt our alma mater was going in the wrong direction. We loved the college and had gone all out in our
effort to serve Christ through serving her, Harrold left the college at the end of the school year in 1970, and opened the Downtown Neighborhood Center in Long Beach. This was fvuided under the Office on Economic Opportunities of the Federal anti-poverty program. He directed and built the program. This was the other side of the coin for Harrold. He worked with Cuban refugees. Blacks, senior citizens, and poor Whites living in the downtown area. It was interesting, challenging, frustrating work; not without its compensations and it certainly widened our experience and vision of the world without Christ.
In 1971, Mission Services, under the direction of
A1 Hamilton, sold all its properties except the bookstore in Joliet and moved to Tipton County, Indiana near Kempton and Kokomo, forty miles north of Indianapolis. They bought a recently vacated country high school building. It had a basement and three floors with a gymnasium in the basement and an auditorium complete with stage on the second floor.
We were undecided as to the wisdom of such a move, but
we cotild see the fantastic possibilities of the building. It woiild take quite a little fixing up to adapt it to the needs of the Mission, but to have the whole operation under one roof, with the families and staff housed separately, was a major
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located "on the grounds. " Oleta Moniger, who had been working with me for several years, took over my work in the C. O. M. E. Department, and has been doing a beautiful,
capable job ever since. Richard Bourne came to Mission Services in 1973 as editor of Horizons; and when Clifford
county. After visiting the people and the area, we sold our home in Long Beach, bought a mobile home in Placerville
and moved to northern California.
The church is progressing, has bought land and should have a building up by Christmas 1976. Besides all the work that is involved in building a new congregation, Harrold is liaison for senior citizens of El Dorado county with Sacramento,
and is doing promotional work for Atascadero Christian Home. He works with a local hospital committee, and is vicepresident of the local ministerial association. In the church, I teach an adult class, substitute for the regular church pianist, and work with the women in the
women's fellowship. I am a member of a hospital auxiliary, sing in an inter-church women's group called
"The Good News Singers, " and participate in the inter-church
local Christian Women's Club.
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We enjoy the history of this area and take time to visit and explore all the historical places of the past. We
usually take all friends and visitors to them, too.
EPILOGUE
KELLEYS:
1963.
of 1964.
In May of 1966, the Kelleys entered Rhodesia as missionaries, serving with the Chidamoyo Mission in the
worked in evangelism and did the building and maintenance work of the mission. Carol taught women's groups and cared for her family. They built their own house and meant
to spend their lives in Rhodesia.
Curtis
In May of 1972, the family returned to the United States xmexpectedly. Chuck had contracted a bacterial infection
of the sinuses so severe that surgery on all his sinuses
was necessary.
medication and constant observation, the doctors told him that he could never return to Rhodesia, or any other
country similar to it because his problem was chronic and would require continual check and indefinite medication. In the early spring of 1973, they moved to West Lebanon, Indiana and took over the management and direction of Hanging Rock Christian Assembly which is located a little distance from the town. At this writing, the camp gets their
full attention with the children growing up in the area.
GIBSONS:
field which required so much travel. He accepted an associate ministry with Central Christian Church in
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San Bernardino, California, and they moved there in the spring of 1965. A third daughters, Kara, was born there
San Jose.
non-graduating senior at San Jose. Due to the serious illness of Glen's father, they made their home in Caldwell while Glen held an interim ministry in his home church and finished his under graduate work in a nearby Nazarene college at Nampa, Idaho. In 1967, Glen entered Emmanuel School of Religion in Tennessee and began ministering to the Ardmore Church
of Christ in Winston-Salem, North Carolina. Michelle
Carol was born there in February of 1969, and SharOfa Lynn was born in April of 1970. In June of 1970, Glen graduated with a Master's Degree in Christian Education and they moved to Long Beach,
California where he was Minister of Christian Education at
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Los Angeles.
College.
Jon graduated from Lincoln Christian Seminary with a Master of Divinity Degree in June of 1972, and they moved to Carson, California to accept the ministry of the Carson
Christian Church.
Theology at Fuller Theological Seminary. In December of 1975, they took into their home for
Church of Christ in Long Beach. Jerry was a student at the college. Claudia continued to attend classes and work
for Harrold and I cifter her marriage.
Jerry graduated in 1971, and in August, they moved to Ashland, Oregon where they began a fruitful, youth
ministry.
In May of 1973, Amy Chere arrived from Seoul, Korea to become their first daughter. She was eight months old. In March of 1974, they moved to Clovis, New Mexico where Jerry became Minister of Youth at Central Christian
Church in Clovis.
Then
in the fall of 1976, Angela Joy came from Korea to join Amy and Chad and complete their family. ,
Tim graduated from high school in 1971. He received a scholarship to Control Data Institute and graduated from there
in 1972. He immediately went to work as a computer
salary, gradually moving up in the company. In February of 1975, he married Julie Keenan from Inglewood, California, Julie is continuing to take classes in a nearby college in child development. They are fully occupied in working with a fairly new congregation in Inglewood; Community Christian Church. Julie works with
the children and Tim works with the coordinating staff, and in the areas of music, teaching and youth.
Kelleys; 1974
Christine
Carol Chervl
Carson
Chuck Curtis
Gibsons; 1976
Heidi
Baseys; 1976
Michelle
Roger
Ann
Kara
Thais
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McFarlands: 1977
Jon
Mary
Eric
Maria