I found this letter among some of our archives. I hope I don't get in trouble with Gma for sharing it. It was written about six weeks after we were married. A "round robin" sort of letter that was passed among Gma's girl friends. I thought you might be interested in some 'girl talk.' I'll try to add some appropriate pictures. Check back later.
Gpa G
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[A note at the top read:]
Alice, honey, in the flurry of getting ready to move I’ve lost your new address.
What say we all put our addresses on the letter??
Bob Jones University
October 14, 1948
Buenoes noches, senoras!
How’s that for a salutation? It is now twenty-five minutes until seven and my husband won’t be ready to go home until 8 o’clock. Please note the date on this epistle—I’m trying to get back into your good graces for my past misdemeanors. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll get this finished before he comes riding up on our two-wheeled Plymouth to carry me off to our den.
Jiminy snakes kids, but I’m happy!! I knew married life would be wonderful and then some from all you kids told me, but I never knew it would be like this. Truly every day grows sweeter than the day before—because we have our Saviour and each other.
Doris, honey, I’m in love with your son—I could just eat him with a spoon! I ‘spected that he was adirable—but, joy, he’s so precious. Hope I have a picture real soon for my very own. I can’t exactly figure out where you all are located—is it in Indiana [Winona] and is Bud going to Goshen like you all had planned?
Roy says if you’ll drop around the BJU kitchen he’ll give you some baking lessons—or have you acquired a proficiency since you last wrote, Viv? He and Wayne Clay [from Calif.] have complete charge of the baking department here. Roy gets up at 4:30 a.m. and works until after breakfast [biscuits, coffee cake, etc.] and then goes in again at five, bakes biscuits for supper and mixes the dessert for the next day. Sometimes we go home about 7:30 and sometimes not until almost ten.
Oh yes! I had to pay 3 cents postage on this epistle today—and Mrs. Trivette just mailed it from downtown. Ain’t that something!
Alice, Dick Shurtz married Charlene Barge from Mississippi. The girl from California was Helen Hartley. He gave her a diamond last fall and they broke up around Christmas. Charlene is a commercial artist—graduated last year. Shuler is married too—Marie is quite a few pounds heavier since the wedding. She is teaching downtown, I hear. Someone said there were 66 weddings this summer involving BJU students. Sure are a powerful lot of married ones. Goodnight, Viv, I see LaVerne every day and didn’t know she had broken her engagement!! Mr. And Mrs. Lovestrand seem very happy—they are in a few of my classes.
Guess I’ll start at the beginning and tell you about our wedding. I stayed here until August 14. Dr. Carruth said if I didn’t get all the records posted there would be no nuptials!! The kids here gave me a personal shower—even Miss Riley came and gave me a pair of hose. They gave me some lovely things—I wouldn’t have had them otherwise. Mr. Mercer took me to the station and some of the kids went along. It sure was a funny feeling getting on that train and knowing that I was traveling toward the one who would soon be my husband. (Dr. Bob, Sr., was very interested—he even gave ne $5.00 as a personal gift! You know, kids, he’s really a grand old man, even though he has given me some hard times. Ever since we’ve been back he’s been more than kind).
Dick had been sick the week before and couldn’t drive with us to Altoona. I stayed in Alexandria Sunday and Roy and I drove on to Altoona Monday morning. We went to the Dr. for our blood tests in the afternoon. We had a gay time going up in the car—we hadn’t been alone together since Christmas. He drove back Monday and didn’t come up until the next week. I had quite a hectic time. My grandmother had gone to the hospital for a very serious operation [they removed a 20 lb tumor]. That left me home alone because everybody worked and it rained for three days. I couldn’t get the wash dry and seemed like we couldn’t get anything done what with going to the hospital every day to see Ma. Then we got word that my Grandma Sommer had died and the funeral would be on Friday of that week. We all went—and saw my Daddy. I was glad to see him again, but didn’t know whether we would be on speaking terms or not. I had sent him an invitation to the wedding previously and he told me that he planned to come. My sister hadn’t invited him to hers. On Sunday morningI taught a class down in East Altoona and then went to our own church. They gave me a sum of money as a gift from the S.S. and Church which quite thrilled me. I hadn’t been able to save anything what with going to summer school and all.
Roy came up on Mondaay and from then on things were even more hectic. My fingers were all thumbs and I was more of a hindrance than a help to mother. Rosalind Jackson and Carson Rottler arrived for the wedding on Thursday, and Lorraine and Dick came that same evening. I washed my hair about two a.m. My sister had given me a Toni which didn’t take. We had our rehearsal at 3 Friday afternoon, because Nancy and the preacher couldn’t come until then. Altoona is the dirtiest city in Pennsylvania—I ruin my white shoes just walking through the grass. At 5 p.m. on the day of our wedding Roy and I were down town trying to find me a pair of white shoes. Nancy discovered that she had left the key to the organ at home—three miles across the city. She and my brother-in-law jumped into the car and broke all speed laws, I guess. Then to my horror, I found that I had left the rings at home! Roy’s dad called home and had my Grandma hang on to them until the kids came for the organ key. (She had come home from the hospital the day before). The wedding music began at five minutes to eight. We took the pictures afterward. I have a large one that I’ll have wallet size photos from and send you. And my Daddy did come! Sat in the same pew with mother only at the other end. Mother gave me away. I went down the aisle alone. Nancy played “Savior Like a Shepherd Lead Us” during the ceremony. Lorraine sang “The Sweetest Story Ever Told,” and “At Dawning” before the ceremony. Just after the preacher began little Teddy, the ring bearer, sneezed. Since he was holding the pillow with both hands, he couldn’t get his hanky. We tried very hard to control ourselves!
We had a reception at home for about 50—the folks from out of town and the wedding party. At about 11 p.m. we kissed our Moms good-by and slipped out the back door, down through the yard, up over the chicken coop, and into Carson’s car. Everyone thought we were going to the station about 1 a.m. to take a train to Washington. Roy’s dad was mad as hops because we pulled one over on him. Carson and Roz were in front and we were in the back. He drove 25 miles up over the mountain, before we came to enough to tell him that he was on the wrong road. We arrived in Hagerstown, Md., about 3 a.m. We stayed at the Hotel Alexander –quite lush, it was more fun. The next day we took a bus to D.C. and then on to Roy’s home. He had to preach Sunday morning. It was a very good sermon too—they all said married life must agree with him. Monday night the folks gave us a shower and we took a train at 9 p.m. to come back here. Isn’t that some honeymoon?—just having Roy after all this time satisfied my heart. I didn’t care whether we went on a long trip or not.
We’ve been living up at White Oaks—a beautiful little settlement about ¾ of a mile up the mountain. The people just built the house this summer—it’s the kind you always dream about owning someday. They charge us $40 a month rent—which is a little steep for just one room. But just this week we found out that we can move into the housing units on campus. We’re thrilled to death about it. It will just about cut our expenses in half. We get our food for Roy’s work in the kitchen and we’ll get the unit for my work in the office. They are bedroom-kitchen-bath combination. It’s practically like going to housekeeping—I’ve sent home for some of my things. They all have oil stoves and ice boxes. We won’t have the long walk any more. Cold weather will soon be upon us. Wish you could see all the pretty things we got—I sure hated to pack them away to come to school. Most folks gave us linens because they knew we wouldn’t be going to housekeeping for awhile. What we need now are things for the kitchen. I got the cutest salt and peppershakers—similar to those you gave D. Trivette, Dilly, only mine are red and white. I also have three pieces of club aluminum—Mrs. Taylor gave us a frying pan, Doris. Roy’s grandmother made us a double—wedding ring quilt—it’s just beautiful! I still don’t have all the thank-you’s written—I keep losing addresses.
My sister-in-law expects the stork any day now. George is getting a month’s leave from Uncle Sam’s Navy. It’s hard to believe that I’m almost an aunt—goodness it’s sometimes hard to believe that I’m a wife. We waited so long that it seems almost inconceivable that we’re married. But we have papers to prove it! I don’t think I’ve ever told you what a truly wonderful husband I have. My main difficulty is getting his shirts stiff enough. Last time I bought some liquid starch and put them in the straight stuff. If that doesn’t do the trick, I’m sunk. I do my washing at Mrs. Keefer’s this year. She’s truly the best friend I have here—you wouldn’t know her husband is on the faculty—he’s quite a character too when you get to know him. She’s expecting the stork in November. Mrs. Neal is due almost any day now, as is Mrs. Root and Mrs. Clough. Mrs. Parker is not pregnant according to the last report from Mrs. K. I guess that rumor will travel around until they finally put some truth to it. I hope they do—cause Dr. Parker loves children—she’s only about 37. Mary Jane Nuzum got married in June and expects a baby, I’m told. We want one, too, but graduation has to come first. They’re all sitting at home waiting to say, “I told you so.” Lord willing, we’ll make it through this year.
This has been a wonderful year thus far. I get kind of an ache when I think that this is our last year—we’re anxious to getout, yes, but four of the happiest years of our lives have been spent here—even with all our trials and tribulations. There has been less shipping this year so far than any I’ve known. The kids on the whole seem to be pretty swell, and I’m told they don’t mind living five in a room. We had a delegation from the University of South Carolina to visit us today—all the big wheels. They’re appraising our educational set-up.
There are a few new faculty members—a couple from France—he’s Russian and she’s Polish. They are swell folks. There’s a Spanish teacher from Cuba—quite young and pretty. I’ve seen Angel Aguilera with her. Remember him—from Cleveland? They asked a Ph.D to leave about two weeks after school started. He was a rank modernist—the kids said he told very shady stories in their classes—taught psychology.
We’ve had one artist series—a baritone and a contralto. She’s Margaret Daum who sings on the Bayer Asperin program Sunday nights. I t was grand. On Oct. 30 a Shakesperian company is coming to give “Romeo and Juliet.” Nancy gave her piano recital last Saturday night—I was an usher. She was scared at first but recovered sufficiently to give a very creditable
performance.
If D. Trivette isn’t hinting at what I’m thinking she’s hinting at—I shall spank her soundly when next this epistle comes around. It isn’t fair to keep us guessing—but then I guess one can’t be too sure, can one?
We’re having a scrubbing party tomorrow night—Roy and I. We’re going to scrub out our new dwelling and then move in on Saturday. We have to paint the floor and Kem-tone the walls soon—but will have to wait awhile. Just being together and in a home of our own—jiminy snakes, ain’t it wonderful??
Doris H.—Cliff’s sister is here this year and I heard the other day that Cliff is getting married—can’t find out who to. I do wish that boy would come back to the Lord and maybe come back here to school—wouldn’t that be super. He could on the G.I. bill and it would be oh so good for him.
Well, chickadees, the paper is running out and it’s almost time to go. I’ve been burning office electricity—hope I don’t get fired. Do send it on quickly now that I’ve turned over a new leaf. What say? Sho nuff do love yo all!
Arlene
Biblical Thoughts, Genealogical Musings and Miscellaneous Meanderings.
Monday, September 24, 2007
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Comments for 1972
Ardith was the first of our children to marry—June 19, 1971 to Bruce Bonham. They were expecting when this letter was written. A miscarriage ruined our hopes for the expected arrival in June. All of that so the chronology of this letter won’t mess up your thinking.
Another thought is necessary regarding this letter and those yet to come. In order to protect the innocent and save embarrassment for any family members, some items have been who deleted. Sometimes ‘old friends’ are best forgotten.
I think I can share the next paragraph with out upsetting anyone. When we went to Rick and Deb’s wedding, many of the family camped out over night at a near by park. Rick or Deb might remember the name. Anyway it started to rain and we’re all trying to get all dressed up in the rain.
We went to the reception following the wedding, and unknown to the Glass family, Deb’s dad had set up two punch bowls, one for us and another for his friends who liked it ‘spiked.’ So Grandma Susie went through the line and got punch from the wrong bowl. We tried to explain this to her, but she said she liked the ‘other’ bowl better. I don’t remember if she changed it or not.
I don’t remember all the details about Joy’s Opel. She can probably tell us the whole story. I know that we spent as much time trying to keep it running as the time it ran! I was glad to see it go.
Then there was Roy. Roy was involved in many of the stories of this year. This was his year to graduate from high school. The story about a bus ministry really picked up steam and we learned of a place in Canada where we could buy school buses for a good price. So we bought 5 busses, got together a team of mechanics and drivers and headed to Canada to get them—sight unseen. Roy III went with us and missed his graduation ceremonies. Mom was not happy about that.
We had some difficulty finding the place. We knew we were close, but every one spoke French. We had no idea what they were saying or where we were. Finally we found the place—there were acres and acres of buses. They showed us the five buses that were ours and we started for home. We were quite a caravan, five buses and the van and car that got us there. We didn’t go very far before a brake line broke and we crawled along until we came to a store with a very large parking lot. We pulled in and got out our toolboxes. This was no problem. We had planned for it. One of the guys went into the store to get a bottle of soda, but came back empty handed because they didn’t understand him. I told him to go back and ask for a ‘Coke’ and he did okay. We simply squeezed the brake line shut and went home with only the front brakes working. We did fine until we got to Buena Vista, only an hour from Radford and one of the buses blew a motor. This was too much for us so we pulled it off the road and kept heading for home. Several days later we had it towed back to Radford.
Before this trip I went to a bus or Bible conference at Liberty Baptist Church in Lynchburg. I don’t remember which. It was exciting and the speakers were outstanding. I was really charged with what I heard and called Roy and told him to skip school and meet me in Roanoke. He just had to hear these speakers! He may remember their names. It was a defining moment. This is when he decided to attend school there. It is also where he met Carol. You’ll have to check with them for that story.
The summer before, Roy was caretaker at Camp Tuk-a-way, our church camp on the other side of Blacksburg. It was a 45 minute drive from the church. He spent his time painting cabins, keeping the swimming pool clean, and doing routine repair work on the various buildings.
This may have been the same summer of the BIG rain/flood that came through. Roy was stranded on the campgrounds. He could not get across the creek [read river] in front of the camp. He even tied a rope around himself to try to keep the debris from backing up against the bridge.
In the mean time, Joy was at a summer Camp Easter Seal for handicapped children on the other side of the mountain from Roy. She and other councilors spent the entire night literally carrying kids to higher ground. She’ll be glad to fill you in on that story.
Mom and I and the other kids went driving to see what the flood was doing. We were not able to get near Camp Easter Seal, but we were able to drive up the road past Camp Tuk-a-way. We were able to see Roy on the other side of the water. We had to yell over the sound of the roaring water. He was safe, but needed to stay away from that bridge. When the water went down we saw the bridge had been moved off its foundation. It was later replaced.
Our family was rather large for the small parsonage at 13 Oxford Ave in Fairlawn. As I recall Lori and Lisa had the upstairs at the time. Roy’s ‘bedroom’ was under the steps and part of the main thoroughfare. He had no privacy at all.
We had a lot of stuff stored in the garage and when the rains came our driveway was part of the drainage from the land above us. I remember trying to put up a barricade to divert the water, but weren’t very successful.
I don’t remember just when my mom [Grandma Susie] moved in with us, but this is when mom [Arlene] went to the bank to see if we could buy the house at 8 Lee Ave. It had just been put on the market. She told me about it later. I said ‘no problem.’ They will certainly turn us down. There is no way we can afford it. You know the end of that story. We soon moved into the largest house we ever had. Bedrooms for every one, even Grandma Susie!
Well, there is more that could be added for this time in our lives. Maybe Joy, Roy, Lori and Lisa [or others] could fill in the blank spots I have missed. Check the comment section for details! Or if it’s too big send it to me so I can post it here.
Love you all,
Dad, GpaG, & Ggpa
Ardith was the first of our children to marry—June 19, 1971 to Bruce Bonham. They were expecting when this letter was written. A miscarriage ruined our hopes for the expected arrival in June. All of that so the chronology of this letter won’t mess up your thinking.
Another thought is necessary regarding this letter and those yet to come. In order to protect the innocent and save embarrassment for any family members, some items have been who deleted. Sometimes ‘old friends’ are best forgotten.
I think I can share the next paragraph with out upsetting anyone. When we went to Rick and Deb’s wedding, many of the family camped out over night at a near by park. Rick or Deb might remember the name. Anyway it started to rain and we’re all trying to get all dressed up in the rain.
We went to the reception following the wedding, and unknown to the Glass family, Deb’s dad had set up two punch bowls, one for us and another for his friends who liked it ‘spiked.’ So Grandma Susie went through the line and got punch from the wrong bowl. We tried to explain this to her, but she said she liked the ‘other’ bowl better. I don’t remember if she changed it or not.
I don’t remember all the details about Joy’s Opel. She can probably tell us the whole story. I know that we spent as much time trying to keep it running as the time it ran! I was glad to see it go.
Then there was Roy. Roy was involved in many of the stories of this year. This was his year to graduate from high school. The story about a bus ministry really picked up steam and we learned of a place in Canada where we could buy school buses for a good price. So we bought 5 busses, got together a team of mechanics and drivers and headed to Canada to get them—sight unseen. Roy III went with us and missed his graduation ceremonies. Mom was not happy about that.
We had some difficulty finding the place. We knew we were close, but every one spoke French. We had no idea what they were saying or where we were. Finally we found the place—there were acres and acres of buses. They showed us the five buses that were ours and we started for home. We were quite a caravan, five buses and the van and car that got us there. We didn’t go very far before a brake line broke and we crawled along until we came to a store with a very large parking lot. We pulled in and got out our toolboxes. This was no problem. We had planned for it. One of the guys went into the store to get a bottle of soda, but came back empty handed because they didn’t understand him. I told him to go back and ask for a ‘Coke’ and he did okay. We simply squeezed the brake line shut and went home with only the front brakes working. We did fine until we got to Buena Vista, only an hour from Radford and one of the buses blew a motor. This was too much for us so we pulled it off the road and kept heading for home. Several days later we had it towed back to Radford.
Before this trip I went to a bus or Bible conference at Liberty Baptist Church in Lynchburg. I don’t remember which. It was exciting and the speakers were outstanding. I was really charged with what I heard and called Roy and told him to skip school and meet me in Roanoke. He just had to hear these speakers! He may remember their names. It was a defining moment. This is when he decided to attend school there. It is also where he met Carol. You’ll have to check with them for that story.
The summer before, Roy was caretaker at Camp Tuk-a-way, our church camp on the other side of Blacksburg. It was a 45 minute drive from the church. He spent his time painting cabins, keeping the swimming pool clean, and doing routine repair work on the various buildings.
This may have been the same summer of the BIG rain/flood that came through. Roy was stranded on the campgrounds. He could not get across the creek [read river] in front of the camp. He even tied a rope around himself to try to keep the debris from backing up against the bridge.
In the mean time, Joy was at a summer Camp Easter Seal for handicapped children on the other side of the mountain from Roy. She and other councilors spent the entire night literally carrying kids to higher ground. She’ll be glad to fill you in on that story.
Mom and I and the other kids went driving to see what the flood was doing. We were not able to get near Camp Easter Seal, but we were able to drive up the road past Camp Tuk-a-way. We were able to see Roy on the other side of the water. We had to yell over the sound of the roaring water. He was safe, but needed to stay away from that bridge. When the water went down we saw the bridge had been moved off its foundation. It was later replaced.
Our family was rather large for the small parsonage at 13 Oxford Ave in Fairlawn. As I recall Lori and Lisa had the upstairs at the time. Roy’s ‘bedroom’ was under the steps and part of the main thoroughfare. He had no privacy at all.
We had a lot of stuff stored in the garage and when the rains came our driveway was part of the drainage from the land above us. I remember trying to put up a barricade to divert the water, but weren’t very successful.
I don’t remember just when my mom [Grandma Susie] moved in with us, but this is when mom [Arlene] went to the bank to see if we could buy the house at 8 Lee Ave. It had just been put on the market. She told me about it later. I said ‘no problem.’ They will certainly turn us down. There is no way we can afford it. You know the end of that story. We soon moved into the largest house we ever had. Bedrooms for every one, even Grandma Susie!
Well, there is more that could be added for this time in our lives. Maybe Joy, Roy, Lori and Lisa [or others] could fill in the blank spots I have missed. Check the comment section for details! Or if it’s too big send it to me so I can post it here.
Love you all,
Dad, GpaG, & Ggpa
P.S. Here's a better picture of Gabi
Christmas 1972
Dear friends and Loved Ones,
“AND THE WORD WAS MADE FLESH AND DWELT AMONG US.”
COMMUNICATION is the ability of one person to make contact with another through the utterance of words or the expression of meaning. God made CONTACT with men when He expressed His love by sending His Son into the world that men might have life through Him. CHRISTMAS is the communication of God’s love to lost men. And the communication of God’s love is our mission. 1972 will stand out in our memories as the year we became fully aware that the only way to reach men for Jesus Christ is on a one-to-one basis.
We praise Him for the blessing he has poured out upon our ministry this past year. Not only is our church growing in numbers but more and more people becoming aware of their part in reaching our little corner of the world for Jesus. What a thrilling experience it has been—it’s not an easy road, but there is rejoicing along the way.
For the first time since the Lord gave us our seven offspring, we will not all be together for Christmas Day. Rick has just one day off and will be traveling to Cleveland with his fiancée. We have not yet had the opportunity to meet Debbie’s parents—the Stapleton’s of Lyndhurst, Ohio, but most assuredly will have the wedding on June 16. We are very happy to welcome this Brethren girl who loves the Lord into our family circle.
“AND THE WORD WAS MADE FLESH AND DWELT AMONG US.”
COMMUNICATION is the ability of one person to make contact with another through the utterance of words or the expression of meaning. God made CONTACT with men when He expressed His love by sending His Son into the world that men might have life through Him. CHRISTMAS is the communication of God’s love to lost men. And the communication of God’s love is our mission. 1972 will stand out in our memories as the year we became fully aware that the only way to reach men for Jesus Christ is on a one-to-one basis.
We praise Him for the blessing he has poured out upon our ministry this past year. Not only is our church growing in numbers but more and more people becoming aware of their part in reaching our little corner of the world for Jesus. What a thrilling experience it has been—it’s not an easy road, but there is rejoicing along the way.
For the first time since the Lord gave us our seven offspring, we will not all be together for Christmas Day. Rick has just one day off and will be traveling to Cleveland with his fiancée. We have not yet had the opportunity to meet Debbie’s parents—the Stapleton’s of Lyndhurst, Ohio, but most assuredly will have the wedding on June 16. We are very happy to welcome this Brethren girl who loves the Lord into our family circle.
Ardith and Bruce will be in Dayton with his folks for Christmas Day. They, too, are hampered in coming so far because of work. Ardith will make us grandparents for the first time when she has their baby in June. Bruce will finish at Grace this year. They will probably be leaving Winona Lake, but where they will settle we don’t know as yet.
Joy is home with us after attending Grace for one year. She cannot make up her mind what she wants to do with her life—so is biding her time with the folks at home. She worked at Camp Easter Seal last summer. Presently she’s working at Ray’s Kingburger in Radford—just bought herself a ’71 Opel—and writes letters just about every night to a young man from Altoona who is with the Marines in Hawaii. She also coaches the church quiz team.
Roy III graduates from high school in June. His future plans are indefinite. Right now he’s captain of the leading quiz team in our district. He was caretaker for our church camp all summer and is still the church janitor.
Lori entered the eighth grade this year—which makes her a high schooler in this part of the country. Her piano and the quiz team are her primary interests. She and Lisa [10 and in 5th grade] are still carrying the News Journal every day. Lisa is playing the piano, too.
Jonny entered kindergarten this year—and loves it. He’s still a night owl—so gets plenty of stars for rest time at school! The newest member of our family is Gabrielle—Gabi for short—a little black poodle Daddy bought the kids for Christmas. She has won her way into all of our hearts, including Grandma’s. Roy had a Christmas club for the first time in our married life and blew it all on one cute little dog.
Grandma is still chief cook—our diets keep her in a dither! She keeps going in spite of arthritic problems in her neck and cataracts. She still teaches the Ladies’ class.
It’s been a busy year. Who can be bored when they are busy serving the Lord! We have much more to do than we can do well, yet the Lord gives us strength. Next summer we celebrate our 25th wedding anniversary—how fast the years have gone. Many of you have been a part of our “education process”—you’ve shared with us the joys and sorrows. How we praise the Lord for friends—old and new.
We’re considering the purchase of a home in Fairlawn—much larger than the parsonage. Pray with us for the Lord’s will and the arrangement of all the details. We have sold Mom’s property in Juniata [so will not have that “retirement” home we had hoped to hold on to]. Arlene has four more courses to complete her Master’s Degree. She hopes to do that by August. We don’t think we have it “made” but we do think we can make it.
We are so glad for those who come our way and stop for a visit—however brief. Some of you did this past year—and we loved every minute spent with you. Our new house will have more space so we can be more hospitable. Do come to see us.
Oh yes—report on Weight Watchers. Arlene is still striving to reach her goal—the closer you get, the more difficult it seems to be—but we can say for sure she’s lost 59 pounds. Under doctor’s orders, Roy went on a similar diet just about a month ago and has lost 20 pounds. It can be done.
To our friends here at the church, much of this letter is not news, but we wanted to share it with you all. We have been privileged to pastor some good churches, but in many ways Fairlawn is different. We are not without problems [who is], but praise God for many who have diligently labored together for the glory of the Lord. Of course we are anxious for those who do not seem to be concerned. How wonderful to work with you all and to realize your support in this ministry. We love you all! Your expressions of love and kindness are deeply appreciated. The recent pounding was a real surprise—we certainly did not expect it. The unanimous call extended to us to serve you for another three years was a thrill. We are excited as we look forward to some great and wonderful things that God has planned for us together.
As He tarries His coming, we look forward to the erection of a new and larger church from which to serve Him. Our outreach through printing has been effective, especially through the weekly newsletter. This ministry is growing and will become even more effective as time goes on. The “Gospel Book Store” has just begun. Our sources are limited and there is much to do, but many of you have already been served through this ministry. Pray for this area of service. We are still planning a bus ministry. The Lord willing, we hope to purchase a bus soon after the first of the year and have it rolling and working for the Lord. A day-care has also been our desire, but after some investigation, we learned that our facilities here would require extensive remodeling. We hope to have such a program in the new building.
There are other needs for the future for which we covet your prayers. We have been praying that the Lord would supply another man who could take care for the ministry of music and youth. There is also the possibility of a television ministry in the not too distant future. This could come within the next year and would be a tremendous asset to the work.
To the natural man, I suppose such a list of projects would seem impossible, but to those who wait upon the Lord know that with Him all things are possible. The sound of the Trumpet is drawing near. We need to be desperately about our Father’s business.
May yours be the most blessed of New Years,
Roy, Arlene, Susie, and all the family
Joy is home with us after attending Grace for one year. She cannot make up her mind what she wants to do with her life—so is biding her time with the folks at home. She worked at Camp Easter Seal last summer. Presently she’s working at Ray’s Kingburger in Radford—just bought herself a ’71 Opel—and writes letters just about every night to a young man from Altoona who is with the Marines in Hawaii. She also coaches the church quiz team.
Roy III graduates from high school in June. His future plans are indefinite. Right now he’s captain of the leading quiz team in our district. He was caretaker for our church camp all summer and is still the church janitor.
Lori entered the eighth grade this year—which makes her a high schooler in this part of the country. Her piano and the quiz team are her primary interests. She and Lisa [10 and in 5th grade] are still carrying the News Journal every day. Lisa is playing the piano, too.
Jonny entered kindergarten this year—and loves it. He’s still a night owl—so gets plenty of stars for rest time at school! The newest member of our family is Gabrielle—Gabi for short—a little black poodle Daddy bought the kids for Christmas. She has won her way into all of our hearts, including Grandma’s. Roy had a Christmas club for the first time in our married life and blew it all on one cute little dog.
Grandma is still chief cook—our diets keep her in a dither! She keeps going in spite of arthritic problems in her neck and cataracts. She still teaches the Ladies’ class.
It’s been a busy year. Who can be bored when they are busy serving the Lord! We have much more to do than we can do well, yet the Lord gives us strength. Next summer we celebrate our 25th wedding anniversary—how fast the years have gone. Many of you have been a part of our “education process”—you’ve shared with us the joys and sorrows. How we praise the Lord for friends—old and new.
We’re considering the purchase of a home in Fairlawn—much larger than the parsonage. Pray with us for the Lord’s will and the arrangement of all the details. We have sold Mom’s property in Juniata [so will not have that “retirement” home we had hoped to hold on to]. Arlene has four more courses to complete her Master’s Degree. She hopes to do that by August. We don’t think we have it “made” but we do think we can make it.
We are so glad for those who come our way and stop for a visit—however brief. Some of you did this past year—and we loved every minute spent with you. Our new house will have more space so we can be more hospitable. Do come to see us.
Oh yes—report on Weight Watchers. Arlene is still striving to reach her goal—the closer you get, the more difficult it seems to be—but we can say for sure she’s lost 59 pounds. Under doctor’s orders, Roy went on a similar diet just about a month ago and has lost 20 pounds. It can be done.
To our friends here at the church, much of this letter is not news, but we wanted to share it with you all. We have been privileged to pastor some good churches, but in many ways Fairlawn is different. We are not without problems [who is], but praise God for many who have diligently labored together for the glory of the Lord. Of course we are anxious for those who do not seem to be concerned. How wonderful to work with you all and to realize your support in this ministry. We love you all! Your expressions of love and kindness are deeply appreciated. The recent pounding was a real surprise—we certainly did not expect it. The unanimous call extended to us to serve you for another three years was a thrill. We are excited as we look forward to some great and wonderful things that God has planned for us together.
As He tarries His coming, we look forward to the erection of a new and larger church from which to serve Him. Our outreach through printing has been effective, especially through the weekly newsletter. This ministry is growing and will become even more effective as time goes on. The “Gospel Book Store” has just begun. Our sources are limited and there is much to do, but many of you have already been served through this ministry. Pray for this area of service. We are still planning a bus ministry. The Lord willing, we hope to purchase a bus soon after the first of the year and have it rolling and working for the Lord. A day-care has also been our desire, but after some investigation, we learned that our facilities here would require extensive remodeling. We hope to have such a program in the new building.
There are other needs for the future for which we covet your prayers. We have been praying that the Lord would supply another man who could take care for the ministry of music and youth. There is also the possibility of a television ministry in the not too distant future. This could come within the next year and would be a tremendous asset to the work.
To the natural man, I suppose such a list of projects would seem impossible, but to those who wait upon the Lord know that with Him all things are possible. The sound of the Trumpet is drawing near. We need to be desperately about our Father’s business.
May yours be the most blessed of New Years,
Roy, Arlene, Susie, and all the family
Friday, September 14, 2007
A Dog Named Gabi
I just returned from taking Madison to school. Audrey and her mom are on a field trip to Springfield Il. On the way home I thought I’d check out the latest news on WHIO, a local news and talk station. I was surprised to hear Bill Myer of Focus on the Family, talking about training children. It was only a 2 minute spot. He stressed the importance of discipline and correction for bad behavior and praise for good behavior.
Last night I finished retyping the next Christmas letter that mentions our 1973 Family Christmas present—a poodle named Gabrielle—affectionately called Gabi. Gabi cost me a year of savings so at that price I wanted a really good dog for the kids. The pictures shows the tail end of Gbai with her 3 pups.
Last night I finished retyping the next Christmas letter that mentions our 1973 Family Christmas present—a poodle named Gabrielle—affectionately called Gabi. Gabi cost me a year of savings so at that price I wanted a really good dog for the kids. The pictures shows the tail end of Gbai with her 3 pups.
A dog training class was being offered in Christiansburg so I signed up. Once every week for 10 weeks Gabi and I went to school. Dogs of all sizes and shapes were a pattern of their owners. They were all on leashes to keep them under control. Gabi was intimidated by the large dogs and didn’t get too close to them. Our first lesson was to teach them the meaning of “no.” Our instructor took us through a demonstration of “how to’s.”
We held a doggy treat between our middle finger and thumb and as soon as the dog went for it we snapped her nose with our index finger and said, “no!” Of course she was not allowed to get it. Our home work for the next week was to teach our dog the meaning of “no.”
After saying “no” I’d gently hit her nose. After a few times of this, I’d say “okay” and let her have the treat. Then I told her, “good dog” and patted her affectionately. So all week long we practiced, “no,” “okay,” and “good dog.” A week of this was really effective. Throughout the 10 weeks these words were repeated many times. Gabi learned how to “sit,” “heel,” "stay," “fetch,” and other commands I don’t recall. She was one of our best dogs!
We also used a “choke collar.” Animal activists would probably disapprove of this. It had a slip ring and was put around the dog’s neck so every time she pulled too hard, the leash would tighten around her neck. When it tightened, you would say “no,” and then release it so as not to hurt her. [Of course you don’t choke her, but she did learn that it hurt.] Soon she learned there were consequences for bad behavior. She also learned there were rewards for good behavior. If she didn’t listen, she got a tap on the nose, or the leash would tighten around her neck. In a short time she learned the meaning of those commands. When she started to chase another dog, cat or just running off, a stern “No!” brought her to a screeching halt. I’d praise her for listening and hopefully have a handy treat in my pocket.
All of this was going through my mind as I listened to Bill Myer on the radio telling listeners how to discipline and reward their children.
I suggest that you and your dog [you may have to get one] sign up for a training class. This will do two things: 1. It will reward you with an obedient, happy dog that will make you a very proud owner. 2. It will train you to be an effective, loving and caring parent. You will have obedient and happy children. Remember to teach both your children and dog the meaning of ‘No,” “Okay,” and “Good girl/boy.” So now go get a dog and enjoy the rewards of good training.
Gpa G.
We held a doggy treat between our middle finger and thumb and as soon as the dog went for it we snapped her nose with our index finger and said, “no!” Of course she was not allowed to get it. Our home work for the next week was to teach our dog the meaning of “no.”
After saying “no” I’d gently hit her nose. After a few times of this, I’d say “okay” and let her have the treat. Then I told her, “good dog” and patted her affectionately. So all week long we practiced, “no,” “okay,” and “good dog.” A week of this was really effective. Throughout the 10 weeks these words were repeated many times. Gabi learned how to “sit,” “heel,” "stay," “fetch,” and other commands I don’t recall. She was one of our best dogs!
We also used a “choke collar.” Animal activists would probably disapprove of this. It had a slip ring and was put around the dog’s neck so every time she pulled too hard, the leash would tighten around her neck. When it tightened, you would say “no,” and then release it so as not to hurt her. [Of course you don’t choke her, but she did learn that it hurt.] Soon she learned there were consequences for bad behavior. She also learned there were rewards for good behavior. If she didn’t listen, she got a tap on the nose, or the leash would tighten around her neck. In a short time she learned the meaning of those commands. When she started to chase another dog, cat or just running off, a stern “No!” brought her to a screeching halt. I’d praise her for listening and hopefully have a handy treat in my pocket.
All of this was going through my mind as I listened to Bill Myer on the radio telling listeners how to discipline and reward their children.
I suggest that you and your dog [you may have to get one] sign up for a training class. This will do two things: 1. It will reward you with an obedient, happy dog that will make you a very proud owner. 2. It will train you to be an effective, loving and caring parent. You will have obedient and happy children. Remember to teach both your children and dog the meaning of ‘No,” “Okay,” and “Good girl/boy.” So now go get a dog and enjoy the rewards of good training.
Gpa G.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Cmas 1970-Filling in the Blanks
September 12, 2007
Dear Family,
In the 1970 Christmas letter, I said I was back in the ministry where I belonged. It’s a long story.
In 1965 I resigned the work in Juniata. Mom about had a heart attack. I never told her I was going to resign until I announced it from the pulpit. If you want to have a happy marriage, that is not the way to do it.
So now I’m looking for another job/pastorate. I had been working at WVAM as news director in Altoona when I accepted the call to the Juniata church. After resigning at the station, I sold yellow pages for a while and then bought some ice cream trucks [that’s another story]. In the middle of that fiasco, Pastor Ward Tressler resigned, and I accepted the GBC in Juniata. I was at the church for about 9 years until I made the abrupt announcement. Mom had worked at WFBG for about five years (two different times—between babies).
Then for a reason I don’t remember, I attended a ministers meeting of some sort in Canton, OH. A man named Willard Smith was present and learned that I was looking for a church. They had started a church in Minerva, OH and were looking for a pastor. I accepted the call. There was a problem. They could not support me. I had to find additional work. Today they call it a “tent making.” So we sent letters to everyone we knew and asked if they could support us by sending a dollar a week for the next year. That’s what happened. We had a post office box and our paycheck came in dollar bills. Praise the Lord for taking care of us. When we left Altoona, Merril McConnell became a part of our family. He had a bad marriage and needed to get away from the situation so he moved to Ohio with us. Grandma Susie (my brother had died in 1960) was living alone at 715 Second Street in Juniata. Mom [Arlene] was pregnant with #7. We moved into a rented farmhouse north of Minerva. Uncle Jerry moved us on his flat bed tractor-trailer. The ‘dollar a week’ program was almost over and I got a part time job with WTOF—the Tower of Faith—a Christian station in Canton, OH. I had to use a fictitious name—Bill Ryan. The station owner was pastor of a large church in the area and did not want me to be recognized as an area pastor.
We had experienced some growth at the Minerva church. We met in an old one-room schoolhouse in Bayard, on the eastern edge of Minerva. The church decided to apply to Home Missions to become a mission point. Rick was a senior in high school. When the Home Mission director came to see us that spring we learned that they/he did not approve of my being on the radio. Another pastor was painting houses and many of them (H.M. pastors) drove school buses but I was in the wrong kind of work! When we asked what we should do, we were told that Mom should go to work! Jon—who was born in November in Alliance OH—was now about six months old. Rick graduated high school and was ready to go to Grace College.
A little later Mom decided it was time to get into school teaching. Her college major was English Bible with a minor in History. She had taken enough education subjects to teach our own children if and when we went to the mission field. So she was confident she could handle it. By September she had a special education position in Waynesburg, OH –just south of Minerva. [That’s another story]. It was about this time I resigned the church and went to work fulltime at the radio station!
WTOF was a very good job. I did most of the announcing and was in very good favor with the boss/owner (Dr. Mortenson). After a while I was also selling radio time. He planned to buy another station in Erlanger, KY, and I almost accepted the offer to manage it. (Wow!) Anyway, he started asking me to do things that were plainly unethical and I resigned. I did tell mom, but I had no place to go and we had a large family to care for. I was out of work again!
I had several jobs during this time just to keep food on the table. I began going back to Altoona on weekends because the Juniata church had split and I was anxious to hold the little group of breakaways together. Most of the people who had come to live for the Lord during our ministry there had left the church and were meeting in the old Juniata theater building. I don’t remember how long we did that but it was during that time Grandma Susie sold her house and came to live with us in Ohio. At one point, I had three different jobs going: a newspaper route at night supplying the bundles to newsboys and stores [Roy III often went with me to help me stay awake], a dry cleaner was one of my advertisers at the station and he allowed me to go door to door and start up a dry cleaning route, and selling insurance for New York Mutual Life. I even passed the test for a state license. In the meantime, I was still looking for radio work—something I knew a little about. Mom was teaching school and the family was attending church in Middlebranch—22 miles from where we lived. Ardi was in Teens for Christ—a musical group out of that church.
I camped on the doorstep of WJAN TV, channel 17, in Canton. I wanted a job and they thought I was over qualified. Finally, they gave in and allowed me to start sweeping floors—really. I did move up a little, but not enough. I was building TV sets [not TVs but constructing sets for interviews and various activities], rewired the lighting system, ran cameras, directed cameras, and even set up a film chain for processing film to be used on the evening news [It was black and white—before color took over]. The news anchor was a pain. One night he complained that the lights did not show him at his best. So I reset all the lights and the next night I had the sweat rolling down his face. He had more light than he could stand and never said any more about it. I did turn the heat down the next day.
I was still looking for something better. I tried WCRF in Cleveland. They said they were not hiring.
It was snowing when I left there and I dropped my single car key in 7 inches of snow. I thought I’d never find it. Next was an audition for a news station in Akron—I don’t remember the name anymore. They wanted me to start in 2 weeks. I told the TV station and they seemed surprised. Anyway, they (Harold Gorsuch was his name) offered me a better salary and promoted me to Production manager. I replaced a guy they fired, but was assured that he was gone whether I accepted the job or not. It was rather embarrassing to call the Akron station and tell them I didn’t want their job after all.
The TV job really did boost my morale. I had been feeling pretty low and thought I’d never have a church again—or a decent job. I was still concerned about my call to the ministry and sent a letter to the BMH director [same guy] telling him about my new position and my continued interest in a church. I heard from him right away. He said he would be passing through Canton the next day and wondered if we could have breakfast together. We had a long conversation (a breakfast meeting that lasted until the waitress asked if we wanted to order lunch!) I told him I no longer needed his help and was doing very well at the TV station, thank you. However, I said, “If you ever find it in your heart to recommend me to a church, I would appreciate it.”
Shortly after that meeting I received an invitation to candidate in Radford, VA. I accepted the call. The TV staff thought I was out of my mind, but it did give me an opportunity to share the Gospel with the manager—Gorsuch.
So began our Virginia saga!! Now we’re back to the rest of the 1970 Christmas story. You never know just what the Lord has in store for you. Praise the Lord for His leading.
Gpa G
Dear Family,
In the 1970 Christmas letter, I said I was back in the ministry where I belonged. It’s a long story.
In 1965 I resigned the work in Juniata. Mom about had a heart attack. I never told her I was going to resign until I announced it from the pulpit. If you want to have a happy marriage, that is not the way to do it.
So now I’m looking for another job/pastorate. I had been working at WVAM as news director in Altoona when I accepted the call to the Juniata church. After resigning at the station, I sold yellow pages for a while and then bought some ice cream trucks [that’s another story]. In the middle of that fiasco, Pastor Ward Tressler resigned, and I accepted the GBC in Juniata. I was at the church for about 9 years until I made the abrupt announcement. Mom had worked at WFBG for about five years (two different times—between babies).
Then for a reason I don’t remember, I attended a ministers meeting of some sort in Canton, OH. A man named Willard Smith was present and learned that I was looking for a church. They had started a church in Minerva, OH and were looking for a pastor. I accepted the call. There was a problem. They could not support me. I had to find additional work. Today they call it a “tent making.” So we sent letters to everyone we knew and asked if they could support us by sending a dollar a week for the next year. That’s what happened. We had a post office box and our paycheck came in dollar bills. Praise the Lord for taking care of us. When we left Altoona, Merril McConnell became a part of our family. He had a bad marriage and needed to get away from the situation so he moved to Ohio with us. Grandma Susie (my brother had died in 1960) was living alone at 715 Second Street in Juniata. Mom [Arlene] was pregnant with #7. We moved into a rented farmhouse north of Minerva. Uncle Jerry moved us on his flat bed tractor-trailer. The ‘dollar a week’ program was almost over and I got a part time job with WTOF—the Tower of Faith—a Christian station in Canton, OH. I had to use a fictitious name—Bill Ryan. The station owner was pastor of a large church in the area and did not want me to be recognized as an area pastor.
We had experienced some growth at the Minerva church. We met in an old one-room schoolhouse in Bayard, on the eastern edge of Minerva. The church decided to apply to Home Missions to become a mission point. Rick was a senior in high school. When the Home Mission director came to see us that spring we learned that they/he did not approve of my being on the radio. Another pastor was painting houses and many of them (H.M. pastors) drove school buses but I was in the wrong kind of work! When we asked what we should do, we were told that Mom should go to work! Jon—who was born in November in Alliance OH—was now about six months old. Rick graduated high school and was ready to go to Grace College.
A little later Mom decided it was time to get into school teaching. Her college major was English Bible with a minor in History. She had taken enough education subjects to teach our own children if and when we went to the mission field. So she was confident she could handle it. By September she had a special education position in Waynesburg, OH –just south of Minerva. [That’s another story]. It was about this time I resigned the church and went to work fulltime at the radio station!
WTOF was a very good job. I did most of the announcing and was in very good favor with the boss/owner (Dr. Mortenson). After a while I was also selling radio time. He planned to buy another station in Erlanger, KY, and I almost accepted the offer to manage it. (Wow!) Anyway, he started asking me to do things that were plainly unethical and I resigned. I did tell mom, but I had no place to go and we had a large family to care for. I was out of work again!
I had several jobs during this time just to keep food on the table. I began going back to Altoona on weekends because the Juniata church had split and I was anxious to hold the little group of breakaways together. Most of the people who had come to live for the Lord during our ministry there had left the church and were meeting in the old Juniata theater building. I don’t remember how long we did that but it was during that time Grandma Susie sold her house and came to live with us in Ohio. At one point, I had three different jobs going: a newspaper route at night supplying the bundles to newsboys and stores [Roy III often went with me to help me stay awake], a dry cleaner was one of my advertisers at the station and he allowed me to go door to door and start up a dry cleaning route, and selling insurance for New York Mutual Life. I even passed the test for a state license. In the meantime, I was still looking for radio work—something I knew a little about. Mom was teaching school and the family was attending church in Middlebranch—22 miles from where we lived. Ardi was in Teens for Christ—a musical group out of that church.
I camped on the doorstep of WJAN TV, channel 17, in Canton. I wanted a job and they thought I was over qualified. Finally, they gave in and allowed me to start sweeping floors—really. I did move up a little, but not enough. I was building TV sets [not TVs but constructing sets for interviews and various activities], rewired the lighting system, ran cameras, directed cameras, and even set up a film chain for processing film to be used on the evening news [It was black and white—before color took over]. The news anchor was a pain. One night he complained that the lights did not show him at his best. So I reset all the lights and the next night I had the sweat rolling down his face. He had more light than he could stand and never said any more about it. I did turn the heat down the next day.
I was still looking for something better. I tried WCRF in Cleveland. They said they were not hiring.
It was snowing when I left there and I dropped my single car key in 7 inches of snow. I thought I’d never find it. Next was an audition for a news station in Akron—I don’t remember the name anymore. They wanted me to start in 2 weeks. I told the TV station and they seemed surprised. Anyway, they (Harold Gorsuch was his name) offered me a better salary and promoted me to Production manager. I replaced a guy they fired, but was assured that he was gone whether I accepted the job or not. It was rather embarrassing to call the Akron station and tell them I didn’t want their job after all.
The TV job really did boost my morale. I had been feeling pretty low and thought I’d never have a church again—or a decent job. I was still concerned about my call to the ministry and sent a letter to the BMH director [same guy] telling him about my new position and my continued interest in a church. I heard from him right away. He said he would be passing through Canton the next day and wondered if we could have breakfast together. We had a long conversation (a breakfast meeting that lasted until the waitress asked if we wanted to order lunch!) I told him I no longer needed his help and was doing very well at the TV station, thank you. However, I said, “If you ever find it in your heart to recommend me to a church, I would appreciate it.”
Shortly after that meeting I received an invitation to candidate in Radford, VA. I accepted the call. The TV staff thought I was out of my mind, but it did give me an opportunity to share the Gospel with the manager—Gorsuch.
So began our Virginia saga!! Now we’re back to the rest of the 1970 Christmas story. You never know just what the Lord has in store for you. Praise the Lord for His leading.
Gpa G
Thursday, September 6, 2007
Christmas 1970
If you're interested in our family history, check these out.
I don't have all of our Christmas letters, but they do chronicle our family activities. A quick list includes: 1970, 71, 74, 78, 85, 86, 87, 89, 94, 95, 96, 97, 98, 00, 01,02, 03, 04, 05, and 2006.
I think I have a few others, but if you can fill in the missing ones, I'd be happy. A Christmas Letter booklet would be real nice.
I tried to scan the entire letter, but it was not legible. I had to retype it. Some were done on a mimeograph if you can remember that.
Dad
Christmas 1970Dear Friends and Loved Ones:
Greetings in the name of Jesus our Saviour, whose birthday is observed by all the world at this Christmas season!
I would like very much to be sending a personal letter to each of you, but it seems the press of duties is ever increasing, and as the years go by we continue to add more to our list of friends, for which we are very thankful. We cherish the thoughts of each of you and hope you feel the same.
I am now back in the ministry where I really belong. As you know, I had spent several years in radio and television work before accepting the pastorate here in Radford, Virginia, where I began to preach on January 10 of this year. The family followed as soon as the Ohio schools closed. The parsonage was a very lonely and empty place for those months, but it is now buzzing with activity.
Arlene stayed in Canton for major surgery right after school was out. She recuperated well enough to go across the country in August for our National Conference in Los Angeles. We were accompanied by four teen-agers from the church who competed as a quartet in National Competition and received third place. Our daughter, Ardith, accompanied them on the piano. One of the very enjoyable parts of the trip was to visit old friends all across the country. Some we hadn’t seen since college days.
It was a real shock to all of us last spring when we received a phone call from Altoona telling us that Arlene’s mother had passed away. She had not been real sick and had even worked the day before. However, she had been complaining with her vision for the previous week and had a doctor’s appointment for the day she died. She passed away in her sleep. The family home is sold now, but praise the Lord, Grammy was able to maintain it all of her days.
The children are rapidly growing up. Rick was 21 on December 9. He has another year at Grace College. He is very much interested in journalism, soccer [he made the Indiana all-stars this year], and occasionally notices girls. Ardith is in her second year at Grace, and is still very much interested in music. She does have other interests, however; namely, Bruce Bonham of Dayton, Ohio. They plan to be married on June 19 here at our church in Radford. It will be my joy to perform the ceremony. Y’all come! We’d love to have you.
Joy is a senior at Dublin High School. Roy III is a sophomore. Joy has been helping me with some of the office work at the church. Roy carries the local paper, so he can’t get too far from home. Lori Sue is in the sixth grade and is developing into a fine young artist. She also does well at poetry. Lisa is 8, a third grader, and filled with activity and all sorts of surprises. Jonnie was 4 last month and is the center attraction whatever is going on.
Grandma Glass moved with us to Virginia for which we are very glad. She is a real help to us at the house. She is chief cook, bottle washer, laundress, housekeeper, and still teaches a class of ladies at the church. We do try to slow her down but that is not easily done. She does have her aches and pains. Today was one of her ‘bad’ days. Please pray for her continued good health. She hasn’t been to a doctor since we moved here, but should do so just for a check up.
Arlene teaches a class of slow learners at an ungraded primary school in Pulaski. Special education is in its infancy here, and she meets with many frustrations, but enjoys her work very much. Although she was certified to teach slow learners in Ohio, Virginia requires more work and she will probably have to attend summer school.
Great-Grandpa Glass went to be with the Lord in October. He was 94. He was the only grandpa our children had and we feel his loss greatly. It was good to see all the Glass “cousins” again. It’s too bad that funerals are the only occasions when families get together anymore.
Well, that pretty much gives you a quick look at all the family. As for the church here, the Lord has been blessing abundantly. For the past ten months we have been blessed with an average increase in attendance over a year ago. We are trusting the Lord for continued increases. The month of November showed an average Sunday school attendance of 140. Praise the Lord. Best of all, we have seen some souls come to Christ.
To each and every one of you who’ve “labored” through our chronicle, we extend our love. We have so many, many memories. Let us hear from you—if only at Christmas time—it’s nice to keep in touch.
The door at 13 Oxford Avenue [Fairlawn section of Radford] is always open. If your vacation brings you in our vicinity, be sure to stop in to see us! We had lots of company last summer, and it was just great. Our phone number is 639-9119. Try to make it for our first wedding in the family.
May yours be the most blessed New Year,
Roy, for all the family
I would like very much to be sending a personal letter to each of you, but it seems the press of duties is ever increasing, and as the years go by we continue to add more to our list of friends, for which we are very thankful. We cherish the thoughts of each of you and hope you feel the same.
I am now back in the ministry where I really belong. As you know, I had spent several years in radio and television work before accepting the pastorate here in Radford, Virginia, where I began to preach on January 10 of this year. The family followed as soon as the Ohio schools closed. The parsonage was a very lonely and empty place for those months, but it is now buzzing with activity.
Arlene stayed in Canton for major surgery right after school was out. She recuperated well enough to go across the country in August for our National Conference in Los Angeles. We were accompanied by four teen-agers from the church who competed as a quartet in National Competition and received third place. Our daughter, Ardith, accompanied them on the piano. One of the very enjoyable parts of the trip was to visit old friends all across the country. Some we hadn’t seen since college days.
It was a real shock to all of us last spring when we received a phone call from Altoona telling us that Arlene’s mother had passed away. She had not been real sick and had even worked the day before. However, she had been complaining with her vision for the previous week and had a doctor’s appointment for the day she died. She passed away in her sleep. The family home is sold now, but praise the Lord, Grammy was able to maintain it all of her days.
The children are rapidly growing up. Rick was 21 on December 9. He has another year at Grace College. He is very much interested in journalism, soccer [he made the Indiana all-stars this year], and occasionally notices girls. Ardith is in her second year at Grace, and is still very much interested in music. She does have other interests, however; namely, Bruce Bonham of Dayton, Ohio. They plan to be married on June 19 here at our church in Radford. It will be my joy to perform the ceremony. Y’all come! We’d love to have you.
Joy is a senior at Dublin High School. Roy III is a sophomore. Joy has been helping me with some of the office work at the church. Roy carries the local paper, so he can’t get too far from home. Lori Sue is in the sixth grade and is developing into a fine young artist. She also does well at poetry. Lisa is 8, a third grader, and filled with activity and all sorts of surprises. Jonnie was 4 last month and is the center attraction whatever is going on.
Grandma Glass moved with us to Virginia for which we are very glad. She is a real help to us at the house. She is chief cook, bottle washer, laundress, housekeeper, and still teaches a class of ladies at the church. We do try to slow her down but that is not easily done. She does have her aches and pains. Today was one of her ‘bad’ days. Please pray for her continued good health. She hasn’t been to a doctor since we moved here, but should do so just for a check up.
Arlene teaches a class of slow learners at an ungraded primary school in Pulaski. Special education is in its infancy here, and she meets with many frustrations, but enjoys her work very much. Although she was certified to teach slow learners in Ohio, Virginia requires more work and she will probably have to attend summer school.
Great-Grandpa Glass went to be with the Lord in October. He was 94. He was the only grandpa our children had and we feel his loss greatly. It was good to see all the Glass “cousins” again. It’s too bad that funerals are the only occasions when families get together anymore.
Well, that pretty much gives you a quick look at all the family. As for the church here, the Lord has been blessing abundantly. For the past ten months we have been blessed with an average increase in attendance over a year ago. We are trusting the Lord for continued increases. The month of November showed an average Sunday school attendance of 140. Praise the Lord. Best of all, we have seen some souls come to Christ.
To each and every one of you who’ve “labored” through our chronicle, we extend our love. We have so many, many memories. Let us hear from you—if only at Christmas time—it’s nice to keep in touch.
The door at 13 Oxford Avenue [Fairlawn section of Radford] is always open. If your vacation brings you in our vicinity, be sure to stop in to see us! We had lots of company last summer, and it was just great. Our phone number is 639-9119. Try to make it for our first wedding in the family.
May yours be the most blessed New Year,
Roy, for all the family
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Paul, a Pastor's Example
I have been exercised recently by reports of messages of little substance. I've heard of three in the last week. Who am I to be a critic? I’ve had my opportunities and made my share of blunders, so why be concerned about the next guy? ‘He who is without sin, cast the first stone.” Now that I have relieved some of my guilt feelings, may I continue?
There are good reasons for concern. One is an honest desire to help a fellow pastor in his ministry for the Lord. There is much to learn. “Iron sharpens iron….”
Another is denominational. I have concern for our Fellowship. Many changes have taken place over the years, some good and some otherwise. I see little I can do to affect any change. The culture is slowly invading our fellowship and our Christian soldiers seem to be in retreat. “How so?” you ask. I’m not going there. I don’t fish so I don’t need to open any worms.
It is true the Gospel never changes and methods do and should. But that does not give us license to become more like the world. We are not to be conformed to the world, but transformed. It should be obvious that we become like our associates. That alone should make us pause. But I digress.
The most important concern is Scriptural. Don’t be enamored by your illustrations, cultural relevance and sermon delivery! Only the Word of God can bring about change. That is what we are called to proclaim.
Some relevant verses include I Tim. 4:13; II Tim 2:15; I Pet 5:1-3, and many others. Paul is a good example for the ministers of God and pastors of the flock. Acts 20:18-29 is a good checklist for every pastor.
Paul, An Example for the Minister of God
Acts 20:18-29
1. His Humility was obvious.
vs 18-19
Lack of humility will show up in your sermons.
18And when they had come to him, he said to them: "You know, from the first day that I came to Asia, in what manner I always lived among you, 19serving the Lord with all humility, with many tears and trials which happened to me by the plotting of the Jews;
2. His Proclamation of repentance and faith was both public and private. vs.20-21
The message includes repentance and faith in God.
20how I kept back nothing that was helpful, but proclaimed it to you, and taught you publicly and from house to house, 21testifying to Jews, and also to Greeks, repentance toward God and faith toward our Lord Jesus Christ.
3. His Dependence was upon the Spirit.
vs. 22-23
A Spirit led life will not fear the consequences.
22And see, now I go bound in the spirit to Jerusalem, not knowing the things that will happen to me there, 23except that the Holy Spirit testifies in every city, saying that chains and tribulations await me.
4. His Ministry was to testify of the gospel of the grace of God.
vs.24
The Gospel is what it’s all about.
24But none of these things move me; nor do I count my life dear to myself, so that I may finish my race with joy, and the ministry which I received from the Lord Jesus, to testify to the gospel of the grace of God.
5. His Innocence before God.
vs. 25-26
Here is a hard one indeed! We are responsible.
25And indeed, now I know that you all, among whom I have gone preaching the kingdom of God, will see my face no more. 26Therefore I testify to you this day that I am innocent of the blood of all men.
6. His Declaration of the whole counsel of the God.
vs. 27.
Preaching should include every area of life. It’s in the Book.
27For I have not shunned to declare to you the whole counsel of God.
7. His Admonition to the Shepherd/pastor of God’s church.
vs. 28-29
We are responsible for our flock. Heb. 13:17.
28Therefore take heed to yourselves and to all the flock, among which the Holy Spirit has made you overseers, to shepherd the church of God which He purchased with His own blood. 29For I know this, that after my departure savage wolves will come in among you, not sparing the flock.
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