LIFE IN SASKATCHEWAN DURING THE DEPRESSION
Pictures with Chapter Three
In October we moved to Saskatchewan where my husband had conducted such good meetings. My parents kept Stanley until we were settled. Our boxes which had been sent from Wardsville came, and we rented a three roomed house. We wanted Stanley to be with us, although we knew he was well cared for and loved his Grandmother probably even more than he loved his mother, so one day his daddy went to the old place and brought him to us.
Another child was expected in late December. On the morning of December 16, 1928 twin boys were born. (Carlos got home from a meeting the night before the event.) Roy Hardeman and Ray Larimore. We had four boys and the eldest was not four years old.
The large box which our belongings had been shipped in, had not been unpacked entirely, so it was used for a bed for the babies. One at one end and the other at the other end of that box. A young lady, Odessa White then, (Mrs. Lowell Davis now, who with her husband spent some years in China working for the Lord) came to do whatever she could to help with the work. Soon after she came, she took ill with a very severe case of tonsillitis. While she was ill, (the twins were ten days old), Stanley and Norman took scarlet fever and within a few days the twins and I had it. Friends were looking after Lonnie. The lady who was caring for the babies and me was not anxious to serve quarantine with us so she went home. Being nursemaid, cook, laundryman, as well as carrying in coal and taking out ashes, was really a job, and my husband had almost more than he could do. The washing and drying the clothes was the biggest task, but he kept the clothes looking fresh and white.
The weather had been pleasant until after the first of the year and then we had many bad blizzards. The snow blew in around the window in my bedroom and was as deep as the leg of the old dresser.
Before our quarantine sentence expired, my husband went to Ogema and conducted Bible classes with the new converts. It was impossible for me to carry water for washing for so many, so we had ice brought and put near the back door, so I could break it with the ice pick and bring it in to melt. We put a barrel in the boys' room and, of course, I melted most of the ice in the boiler on the stove. That hand washing machine was very hard to operate especially if there were many clothes in it, but it was better than washing on the board.
The twins were identical and folks often wondered how I could be certain Roy wasn't Ray and visa versa. There are two reasons I am positive I never got confused. Ray's vests had a silk stripe and Roy's were plain, and from the time they were born a blue ribbon was put on Roy's wrist and each morning before I bathed them, a ribbon was ready to be put on the little wrist that had worn one all his days. I never undressed them both at once. I know there was no mistake made. However, many times when they spoke to us when we could not see them, we have called them by wrong names. Even now, when they phone me, I am not sure which one is speaking. All through their school days, it was always fun for them to fool the teacher. They refused to dress differently and would answer for each other which made it very difficult to discern between them. I remember one time when Roy was asked to remain after school to make the corrections in his test, and as soon as school was dismissed, he skipped out quickly and ran home. The teacher was determined she would keep him in, grabbed Ray as he was going out and compelled him to remain. She told me later that she was convinced she was mistaken but did not want to admit it. Ray was fit to be tied when he arrived home. Roy never did that again, nor did Ray ever try it. Roy was able to fool Ruth, before she and Ray were married, a time or two and the day of Roy's wedding Ruth was certain Roy was decorating the car, when it was her husband. Both married fine Christian girls and have good children. Roy has taught school for some years now and Ray has spent most of these years on a farm. They are still somewhat alike. Both take active part in the services of the Church and both lead the singing where they assemble. Ray has not enjoyed as good health as Roy.
IT WAS CATCHING
When the twins were only a few months old, we moved to a larger house. With the five boys, two small bedrooms were not enough. The children had the whooping cough that summer and it seemed when one coughed they all did. It was hard for me to get across town to meetings and there was a couple whose twins had outgrown their carriage, so we bought it for five dollars. It was easier to push them than carry them but when winter came, it was a real problem to get to meetings. With very little support and rent to pay, plus seven to provide for, my husband secured work during the terrific storms working with the snow plow crew to clear the railroad of snow. When he was not working, he was away in meetings. He held one meeting in Idaho that winter.
One day Brother Cassidy, a member of the Church in Radville and one of the most faithful men I ever knew, asked me if I could make flowers from crepe paper. I had made many different kinds. He was an undertaker and he said if I made wreaths for funerals he knew I could sell them. I made hundreds of flowers that winter and paid the rent on the house. Not only did I make wreaths but I made bouquets of all kinds, for table centers for cafes and for home decorations.
The next spring we moved to an old house about a mile from town and we planted a garden. Some of the members gave us some hens (the boys named each one after the donor) and it helped a lot to have eggs for our use.
Brother Orr was operating a grocery store in Minton at this time and someone had brought many pounds of butter to exchange for groceries, but the butter was not fit to eat, nor could it be used for baking because the cows had eaten what was known as Stink Weed. What a horrible smell it had! He brought it (a big box full) to me hoping I could find some way to use it. I boiled out all the milk and water that was left in it, bought some lye, and made laundry soap. I never bought soap for many months, which was a big help on our budget.
That fall the owner of the house sold it, so we had to look for a place to live.
One day when I was bringing in the vegetables, I lost my wedding band. When our daddy came home Lonnie told him of the bad accident and he jokingly said, Well we had better find that ring, or I will have to get a new Mama around here. Lonnie never doubted a word Uncle Carlos ever said, so he began searching. I think he handled most of the soil in that garden, but all in vain. I tried to tell him Carlos was only fooling but still he believed it was true and he certainly was not anxious for a new Mama to come there. He finally came to the place where he knew it was only a joke.
AN EMPTY HOUSE
There was an empty house on a farm about nine miles from Radville and we could live there free. It seems some people think they never need to leave a place clean, for most of the houses we went into were everything but clean, and that one was no exception.
The meetinghouse in Radville was ready for use so there was an all day meeting there one Sunday. My parents and sister and family came and others from places in the Province. There was not room in the house for everyone to sleep but the barn had lots of clean hay in it, so the men slept there. We had a wonderful time together and the meetings were well attended.
We knew that house was not warm enough to winter in and there seemed to be many places farther west for meetings to be held so we moved to Ogema. This was more central.
We lived in four different houses and lived in one two different times. Meetings were held in many surrounding districts. Wherever there was an opportunity to hold meetings my husband took advantage of it, and by the time he had finished one meeting he had arranged for another. He held meetings in many school houses throughout the country and once he preached in one of the member's machine sheds. There are faithful Christians throughout Saskatchewan who obeyed the gospel during those years. The work at Horse Creek is one of the greatest works in this Province. This is just a country congregation, there is no town there, only a Post Office. There has been more money given for preaching the gospel by that congregation than any we know of in Canada. Many have moved to other congregations from this out of the way place who are leaders in the Church wherever they happen to be.
As I mentioned previously, Ogema was more central for my husband to travel among the congregations and to reach out to hundreds with the gospel. He was away most of the time in meetings wherever he could find a building to accommodate a crowd.
Not long after we moved to Ogema, Brother and Sister Lock moved to Bengough and a meeting was arranged and three were baptized. A woman from a country district attended this meeting. This lady wanted others to hear the Truth so she arranged for a meeting to be held in their school house. It was evident that some opposed the teaching of Christ and after two services the trustees forbade meetings being conducted in the school. Sister Pennock was not going to be defeated in her ambition so she said the services could continue in her home. One night there were more than sixty people in that small house. Most were Lutheran and United Church members. The trustees changed their attitude toward the preaching and invited my husband to continue the meetings in the school.
Much interest was shown, and before the meeting closed, nineteen became obedient to the gospel and thus the work grew. Three debates were held and good and honest hearts accepted the truths of God's word and became followers of Christ. This work now is the thriving congregation in Bengough. Many have moved away and some have crossed over The River, but many have remained there and are staunch and steadfast for the Lord.
There had been suggestions regarding having a summer Bible School and in July of 1931 the first school was held at Minton, Saskatchewan. My husband had promised to have meetings in Ontario, followed by meetings in Montana, so he returned only for the last week of the school. The children and I had served a long (it seemed long to us) quarantine sentence. It just lacked two days being two months. One of the young ladies who was a Christian, was staying with us and attending school (High School). The morning the Doctor came to investigate why Lonnie was absent from school (he had already quarantined some houses) he suggested Alice could leave our place and not miss school. She refused to go. She said she would not leave me alone with five children who would likely have smallpox too. I had been vaccinated and I was glad I had. Smallpox, the very name chills me! Norman, Stanley and Lonnie were not so ill but the twins were near death for more than a week and during that time I never left their bedside for more than a very few minutes. Alice brought my food to me part of the time. I shall never forget how kind she was and what a sacrifice she made to give me a helping hand. Alice Kozel I (Warran now) will always have a special place in my heart.
It surely was a treat for the boys and me to spend that week at the Minton Bible School. Bible Geography, Church History, lessons in both the Old and New Testament, and Public Speaking were taught and when I think of the good that was done (lasting good) I am thankful that Sister Lillian Torkelson, a young lady in her teens who had obeyed the gospel, had ambitions to attend a Bible School. She knew there was no way for her to attend such a school in the States, but pondered the idea of at least having a school near home where others could attend too. Vision is what we all need and I certainly appreciate the fact that she could see the value of such a school. Imagine having a summer Bible School for three weeks with classes from nine a.m. till four p.m. It seems about all we can do now is have one week of Bible School and only from nine a.m. till eleven forty-five a.m.
WE DO WHAT WE WANT TO DO. Is this not true? We need to ask ourselves, ARE we doing what the Lord wants us to do?
Since the summer school had proved so successful, it was decided by a number of the leaders in the Church to have a winter session which would continue for a longer period. There was very little money because of drought conditions, but the school became a reality anyway. Parents of those attending, provided meat, butter, eggs, vegetables, and if any lived in the Northern part of the Province where wild berries grew, many quarts of berries were canned and sent to the school. Many loaves of bread were donated which helped with expenses. There were between forty and fifty students and all the cash that was to be had for rent, lights, fuel and food, was the BIG sum of $645. The girls did the cooking so there was no cook to pay.
The worst depression Western Canada has ever known was facing all of us, yet we carried on and it would take volumes of books to record the good that was accomplished.
The two summer schools previous to this winter session caused those with Vision to do all in their power to make the three month term a success.
In August of the following year our first daughter was born. Everyone in the household adored Marie, except the twins. Somehow they felt a little jealous for they had been the babies and center of attraction for more than four years.
Marie married a good man and they have a fine family of six children. She and her husband are faithful to the Church and it takes a very bad storm to hinder them from driving the fourteen miles to the services of the Church.
The third house we lived in while in Ogema was the coldest house we have ever been in. That winter was one of the coldest we have seen too. The temperature was as low as fifty-four below zero. That is MIGHTY cold. The boys' bedroom was just too cold for them to use, so I brought the folding bed out to the kitchen and somehow they managed to sleep and they didn't seem to mind being crowded. We had two stoves in the kitchen. The heater sat almost beside the range, and Norman and Stanley still talk about the pails of coal they carried up the basement steps and how I stayed up till four o'clock some nights to keep the fires going. I was always nervous for fear the chimney would catch fire when the two stoves were going. To help keep the cold out, I put blankets on the windows at night.
The winter of 1934, a house was rented with upstairs and the girls attending Bible School slept there. We moved from where we were to this house and used the bedroom downstairs. The boys used our house for a dormitory. All the cooking, eating and washing was done in the newly rented place. Soft coal was our fuel, and sometimes it was slow burning, but we always managed to get the meals ready. We had good times together and no-one complained about his lot. Lessons were learned that were never forgotten, and the boys gained experience in public speaking that was so useful to them when they took their part in the services, in the years that were before them.
The school closed in late February and we moved back to the house at the edge of town. The day after we moved, my husband left to hold a meeting in the States somewhere. The stove had given trouble (perhaps the chimney needed cleaning), but anyway that place was a mess. It took a lot of hard work to wash those walls, but they were washed.
April 21, John was born. His father wanted another daughter so badly that the disappointment was too much for him and he was actually ill. I know he has repented of not giving John a big welcome. John proved to be the best helper his daddy had, for he was home when we published the Gospel Herald (the only paper published by the Church in Canada, and if any of you who read this do not receive this paper, you should subscribe. Write to: Gospel Herald, Beamsville, Ontario). Learning the technique of printing proved a great help to him when he entered Abilene Christian College, for he paid his way through college as a capable printer.
There were many dust storms that spring and one of the worst was the day of John's birth. The wind was terrific and there was a cover over the chimney hole in my bedroom. I suppose this hole was made so the chimney could be cleaned. There certainly was not a place in the room for the heater. About half an hour after the birth, I realized why there had been so much commotion going on. The cover had come off that opening and soot had covered my bed. I was almost too ill to care but later I was certainly humiliated to think of all the work this caused Sister Kazell.
As I said before, money was very scarce. We had managed to get overshoes for the boys, which was certainly very necessary, but we had the problem of getting shoes for the boys. I read in a farm paper of a lady who was making shoes for her children. I thought if she could make shoes, so could 1, and from the scraps of heavy cloth (I had made coats for the boys from old coats that were given to me) and with old felt hats which were also given to me, I made the soles of the shoes. I had a shoe factory all of my own. Stanley could make his last longer than the others but I kept them supplied all winter. One thing I did appreciate about those shoes, there was no noise in the house from four active boys.
I am thankful my mother taught me to never be afraid to undertake experiments, the I'll find a way or make it, was my motto many times and perseverance was a trait that usually proved to be the best.
Another winter Bible School was planned and as there was no building available in Ogema the fall of 1936, a trip to Radville by my husband had to be made to find a place for us to live and also a place where the classes could be conducted.
He found a house that had not been occupied for about six years, for sale. He bought it for $250. There were two bedrooms upstairs and the kitchen and living room were the only rooms on the first floor. The only window pane in the downstair windows was the glass in the front door and the only reason it had not been broken was, it was covered with boards. Some of the frames had to be replenished and work began as soon as we arrived. Layers upon layers of paper hung from the ceiling which we soon pulled off and the kitchen walls were stripped of all the old paper. In due time, table oilcloth was posted to the walls of the kitchen and this was about the best way to cover those plastered walls that had not been plastered properly. The oilcloth was so easily cleaned, and lasted well. While the children hauled out junk, rocks, and filth of all kinds, in their little wagon, Papa and Mama pulled paper off the rooms.
It seemed impossible to rent a place for the boys, who came to attend the school, to sleep, so they partitioned off a place in the meeting house and put up their beds. Classes were conducted in the front part of the building. The girls occupied one of the rooms at our place, and our boys the other one upstairs. Marie's crib, our bed and dresser, as well as a long table, and a heating stove, was what the living room was used for. All the washing, ironing and cooking was done in the kitchen.
The summer of 1937 was one of the driest on record for Saskatchewan. We wanted to have another winter Bible School, and realized we needed to do all we could to have food for the students.
There was a bachelor who had a goodly supply of rhubarb which would not be used, so when my husband came home from having a meeting in that district, he brought a car-load of rhubarb home. I began early the next morning to can this fruit. All during the day I felt so weary and uncomfortably warm, but I just thought the house was warm because of having the fire on (coal) to do the canning. I canned sixty-five quarts that day, and when I listened to the report, I realized I had a good reason for feeling weary, for it was 112 degrees that day and someone cooked an egg on the sidewalk up town. I was grateful to my neighbor who kept Mavis that day, for her house was cooler than mine. That rhubarb was used during the Bible School and I was glad I had prepared it.
FROM THE UNKNOWN TO THE KNOWN
Our little darlings were as mischievous as any could be, and they longed to play a trick on those gals across the hall. Unknown to me, (to be certain) they tied a rope to the legs of a folding bed and extended the rope out under the door (I wonder how so many girls could go into that room and not notice that rope), and waited until all was quiet, hoping they were asleep, then pulled the rope. We heard a sudden noise that reminded us of someone failing out of bed. That noise was not for nothing. Someone had fallen out of bed.
Those three months had been tiring ones for me. On April 6, just about two months after the school closed, Mavis was born. I have often heard folks say that where there was a large family, the older ones cared for the younger, and that certainly was true in our family. Although John was less than two years old, his big brothers actually looked after him more than I did. They thoroughly enjoyed John and not only took good care of him but they taught him to be a good boy too. Mavis was not as robust as her brothers and sister.
When Mavis was 20 she married a young man who had assumed a great deal of the responsibility of raising his younger brothers and sister when his father passed away.
Although Virley was only fourteen years old, he quit school and secured a job and supported the family for the next four years. He decided to return to school, so he attended WCC (Western Christian College). He headed his class, and he has never looked back. He has just completed four years of study for his Doctorate in Nuclear Physics in Canberra, Australia, having been sent there on a scholarship when he received his Master's Degree from the University of Saskatchewan.
They have three children. I am thankful neither of my daughters have had to do many things that I was unable to escape.
The following summer, another Bible School was to be held. To find a suitable house was always a problem. One was rented and to get it cleaned and ready to use was the next step. Sister Emma Bakkan (now Emma Johnson who, with her husband, is laboring hard for the Master in India) came to help prepare for the school. The house was not filthy like some are left, but the upstairs had bags of clothing that had been tossed up there. You will wonder how or why. Well, as you remember, there was a depression throughout Southern Saskatchewan and tons of clothing and food had been sent to many towns for distribution, and it appeared that family had really taken advantage of obtaining used clothing. Evidently, much of it could not be used, so rather than return it, they just tossed it upstairs. Some of the clothes had been soiled but were good. Neither of us could bring ourselves to destroy useful clothing. Emma was and still is, as saving as anyone can be, so we filled many bags of this clothing and carried it to my place. It took many days to get it all sorted out, for the school started two days after we cleaned the house. I gave much of the clothing to those who could use it and I made clothes for my children. Any that were ragged, I cut into tiny shreds and what do you suppose I did with those? In the bunch there were a number of flour bags that had never been washed, so I washed them and dyed four lots of them, each lot a different color, and made the forms for mattresses. Our mattresses were not in very good condition, for moving so much had been hard on them, and they were cheap ones anyway. Unwashed wool was cheap. So was cotton batting. The boys helped me in their spare time and the wool was washed and carded, ready for use. The rags were cut into shreds and the bags had been washed, dyed and made into forms, so mattress making began.
We had a factory with no modern equipment, but we turned out real nice comfortable mattresses. I suppose your curiosity has been aroused, so I shall tell you just how the mattresses were done. The top of the form was only stitched to the one side. A thickness of the wool was spread over what was to be the bottom of the mattress. Two bags of the shreds were spread over this and then a good thickness of cotton batting was spread on this. In the winter, we used the wool side up and during the summer, the cotton. The blacksmith made a long needle for me to make the tufts which were little button-like things I cut out of the soft leather from old shoes. They were inserted after the rolled edge had been made around all sides of the mattress. Many hours of hard work had been put in, but those mattresses lasted for many years and were certainly comfortable. It has been said, Necessity is the Mother of Invention and I am glad I could have comfortable beds for us all. I have made a number of crib mattresses and the first one was for Marie's crib.
Since my husband traveled so many miles holding meetings, and our old car was causing so many repair bills, my husband decided to get a new car. It had been pre-arranged that the children and I would travel with his brother Cecil and his family to Ontario later. My husband had driven an elderly man's car back to his home in that Province. The twins wanted to spend the summer with friends in Montana who lived on a ranch. It was good they went there, for ten of us in a Model A Ford made us look like sardines in a can. Crowded as we were, we really enjoyed the trip. A few interesting but embarrassing things happened, like when we stopped in front of the fire-hall and sent Norman to get stamps to post letters, the horn of the car would not stop blowing and it sounded much like a siren. It had been doing this off and on all that day. It was funny to see those firemen running out to locate the fire.
We had planned to be away two months, but when we were asked to work with the Church at Meaford, Ontario, we accepted the invitation and stayed there for four years. Those years were, in many ways, the happiest ones I had seen, although as is always the case we had some heartaches, but these must come into everyone's life in order for us to really appreciate blessings that the Lord pours upon us daily.
My husband was away in meetings a lot of the time and there were congregations started in and around Meaford as well as in places many miles away. He held a meeting in Quebec and baptized fourteen people, and one was a young girl whose parents were poor and she needed to be in school. Being eager to assist anyone to a better way of life, he was anxious to find a home for her where she could not only attend school but also be among Christians where she could be taught more of God's word. No home was open to this girl, so she was brought to our home and it just seemed all our efforts to help her to be a better person were in vain. She refused to accept any advice nor would she cooperate, so we could see it would be best not to keep her. Money was borrowed and Monnie was sent home on the train. For almost eight months we kept her and the last two were pretty hard to tolerate. We really felt badly that we had been unable to help her to grow spiritually, but it seemed seed had been sown on rocky ground or by the wayside.
In the spring of 1943, Mavis became ill with rheumatic fever and spent three months in bed. In February 1944 1 had surgery, but except for all of the children having the mumps, we were well most of the time.
Norman decided he would like to earn money, so he quit school and got a job in Toronto. He became a radio announcer and for many years this was his work. He went to Vermont and worked in a station there and met a beautiful girl and married her. Evelyn is a fine daughter and a very capable person and a good worker. We have often remarked that our six in-laws are all fine people and we would do as much for any of them as we would for our own children. Norman and Evelyn have two fine boys. Gregory, the eldest, is to be married August 27, 1968 on his twenty-second birthday. His Grandfather Bailey told him two years ago, when he decided to get married, he wanted to be sure and make it clear to the young lady, that if they had a son he was to be called John Carlos the fourth. It remains to be seen if this request will be fulfilled. You wonder why this request? Well, that is my husband's name, and our younger son bears that name and his son is registered as John Carlos Bailey the third.
In July 1944 we went back to Saskatchewan. I was certain we would never have neighbors equal to the Bright's and that proved to be true. Their two daughters and our two certainly were, and still are, very close friends and I consider Mrs. Bright one of my best friends. Although she has never obeyed the gospel, and I don't know why, she possesses the virtues that every Christian woman should have.
Stanley and Roy came after we did, bringing a car to sell which they had bought, and Ray traveled with us. Almost immediately upon our arrival, Ray began working on a farm some distance away. The Bible School began the week following our arrival too. The old house was sold and we bought a much better one and promised to give possession just as soon as we could move into the newly purchased one.
Our freight arrived, so we were ready to move. Meetings had been arranged in British Columbia so only three days after the school closed, my husband left by train for the coast. This meant I had no man or big boys to help, but on the day Marie was eleven years old, the dray carried our furniture and freight across town to our new home. As was always the case, there was someone willing to lend a hand and a man and his wife came to my rescue. I shall always feel grateful to the Fretwell couple for doing all the lifting and work which I was unable to do.
Our third sojourn in Radville had begun, and Radville was our home for eleven years. Stanley and Roy finished High School and after Stanley had taught one term of country school and one year at a town some fifteen miles away, he became Vice Principal of the school at Radville and was there two years.
Before we left Meaford in July 1944, the twins decided to quit school and get jobs so they could earn money. This was heart-breaking to us, but they refused to attend school. After having been out of school for more than two years, Roy decided to return to the classroom. Ray never returned. He has spent his life working on farms. Until three years ago, he and Stanley ventured in a cattle ranch and he is, seemingly, happy to be there. Ruth is a fine wife and they have four lovely children. The two boys are members of the Church and the eldest, although young, has done some preaching, and from reports he is following the footsteps of his Grandfather Bailey.
Roy attended Teachers College and while there met a girl that became his wife, and he could not have found a better companion. Helen has not taught school for some years now, and Roy is Principal of the school at Bengough. It thrills me to see the twins take active part in the services of the Church. They were such a lively pair I often wondered if they ever had a serious thought. Roy and Helen have two sweet girls. Their first child, a boy, has gone on to wait for us at the judgment morning.
Winter Bible Schools had continued for twelve years. Sister Lillian Torkelson, who had been teaching for some years in the Saskatchewan school system, offered her service as teacher if a four year High School course could be arranged. That certainly was a big undertaking, but plans were made and a house made of tamped earth (a large two-story one), was built on the land that Brother Orr donated, and Radville Christian College began. The Bible department was headed by my husband and he continued in that work (except for a short time, and was also treasurer of the school for a number of years), until we moved to Carman, Manitoba in 1955, but that belongs to another chapter.
The large tamped earth dwelling was the scene of many activities. The cooking, washing, classroom and bedrooms for the girls, as well as a small room for the teacher, were all under that roof and the boys found another place that they could call home.
The rooms upstairs needed plastering and that summer that work began. With summer Bible School soon to open, the plasterer just had more to do than he could do, so Sister Torkelson, Sister Ann Johnson, my husband and I plastered one room. Carlos carried the plaster up that flight of stairs and we women smeared it on. Ann and I put on the last coat and upon examining the other rooms, we decided our work was the smoothest of the four rooms. I think the hard job was left though. Cleaning that plaster off those stairs and the floors was really terrific, but by working until almost four a.m. the next morning, we left the premises clean and ready to be occupied by students who came for the Bible School session.
Nothing can take the place of systematic Bible study and any part I had in making this school what it is today, although little it was, I am glad I could have a part in it. This school, which is now at Weyburn, has grown and is well-known throughout Canada. Our three younger children graduated from RCC and we have one daughter who will graduate this year.
After John graduated from ACC in Texas, he was one of the teachers at WCC. John is the only one of our boys who became a preacher, and worked full time at this. While attending ACC he met one of the best girls in the world, and on September 17, 1960 she became his wife. John was preaching for the Church in Windsor, Ontario, Canada, so their first home was in that city. They moved to Keene, New Hampshire where John preached, and also attended University. It was while they were there that John decided to become a Dentist. More about this later. They moved to Lexington, Kentucky where he preaches for the congregation of Upper Spencer and attends Dental College too. Before this book goes to the press, John will have completed this training and begun this work of which he plans to be able to continue working for the Lord and supporting the work in fields across the water. Both his father and I felt a little disappointed when we knew John had made this decision. The work he had accomplished for the Lord wherever he had been, had proved his ability in this great work, but parents cannot live their children's lives and certainly should never interfere in their decisions. Perhaps he and his fine family (they have a son and daughter) will someday enter far away fields and be of even greater service for the Lord in giving aid to thousands who have never seen a dentist, and at the same time, preach and teach the Word to those who have never heard.
I worked in a café during the summer of 1951. 1 had ambitions of either having cupboards built in my kitchen or owning a refrigerator. I might say here that my hopes vanished, but I was able to do much more profitable things by helping my husband in his work of preaching the gospel. I didn't really need a refrigerator, I just thought I did.
When RCC opened for the term of 1951 and 1952, there was no cook to be found and the girls were taking turns doing the cooking and this was very hard for them. I seriously doubt if there are many girls who would undertake such responsibility now. I decided I would try to fill that obligation, so we rented our house, (kept one room to store our furniture for there was no place for it at the school) and in October, my bed, clothes and sewing machine went with me to RCC. Meetings were in progress up to the time the Bible Department opened, so my husband was away most of the time. Some airport buildings had been bought and put over the large basement that had been made, and classrooms and boys' dormitory were on the ground floor, and the basement was the kitchen, dining room, and store room. No refrigerator was really needed during the winter. That place was really cold. I wore sheep-lined shoes with woolen stockings to keep my feet warm. The stove was an old one that had been used in a café and it had two ovens. I made good use of those big ovens. I baked all the bread (some was bought when I was in the hospital with pneumonia), which was a big saving. I enjoyed this work. Those active growing boys could really get away with lots of food but I like to see folks enjoy food. The boys had a hockey team of their own and often played against teams in neighboring towns. They would return, tired and hungry, so I always had something ready for them, regardless of the time they got there. Many of those boys have told me years later how much they appreciated the many kindnesses I showed them. Kindness is a gift that costs so little and yet it is so valuable.
The Gospel Herald was being published each month and when the Bible Department closed in the spring, my husband was busy in meetings wherever they could be arranged. This meant that John and I put the paper out. Many times he and I took our evening meal and went to the shop in town to work on this paper. I rather enjoyed setting type but sometimes I pied it and this irked me because time was precious. I learned to operate the little job press but all I could do when the big press was running was catch the papers as they came through. I did do most of the folding of the 16 page paper and also did most of the mailing. I am so thankful I could have a small part in this work.
The experience John had in printing the Gospel Herald was certainly helpful to him when he attended ACC for he had to pay his way through school, and by working in a print shop he could earn good wages.
When John went to ACC we turned the Gospel Herald into other hands and Brother Eugene Perry and Brother Roy Merritt have published the paper since that time.
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