A letter from my cousin, Sylvia

August 21, 2009

Dear Lois,

It’s been interesting to read the notes from your folks’ coworkers in Africa. I don’t have any memories from there (!) but I have some from the U.S.A.

My earliest memories of your father are when he lived with us briefly while he was working (I think) at GE or maybe studying. I’m not sure. That was a very long time ago.

We had some emotional farewells and welcome home events when your family would depart or return from Africa. I remember my mom jumping up and down and crying, “I see Johnny! I see Johnny!” when your ship was docking.

After the Africa years were over and your dad was president at Frankfort, I stayed with your family on several occasions when I was on deputation. I don’t remember how many times I visited and spoke in churches where your father was pastoring but he always gave me an open door to share my ministry with his church people. Your parents were faithful supporters of mine for probably close to 40 years.

I remember your father speaking on “missionary day” at one of the campmeetings we attended. He told the people, “I’d like to talk shop today,” and then he told some of the nitty-gritty of the workings of the mission on the field. Another time, I remember him telling about the time your mom was bitten by the puff adder and how the Lord spared her life.

One thing I really admired about your folks was that they always thought the best of people. They never made negative comments about people even when others were doing it and the information was true.

It may have been more than one time, but I remember the family reunion we had in Troutville (53 of us that time) and the whole gang sang From Every Stormy Wind and your father was the chief organizer. Too bad we don’t have a recording of it.

I think Phil still has the “pump lamp” that your father made for us. It’s in the shape of an old fashioned water pump. You turn it on and off by pulling the pump handle. He was a master craftsman.

Your father’s passing marks the end of an era in our family.
Now he’s with his parents and siblings in the presence of Jesus. We miss him but we have to be happy for him.

We pray the Lord will fill your heart with His peace.

Lots of love,
Sylvia