Mirtha

 

Among the visitors that stayed with us in Don Bosco, was the Siccardi family. Mirtha, their youngest daughter became my dearest friend. I believe this is the first photo of us together. She is on my left.

  

Mirtha and I  must have met when we were very small because our fathers were pastors in the same fellowship, but we did not see one another very often as our families lived in different provinces and only got together at summer camp and/or annual general conference.

This one time, however, Mirtha and her family came to Buenos Aires for medical reasons. 

Mirtha contracted polio as a baby.  As she grew into adolescence, her spinal column began to deteriorate and deviate rapidly endangering vital organs--lungs, heart and spinal cord. The reason for their visit to the capital was for a consultation with specialists at the British Hospital where her eldest sister Eunice was a nurse in training.

I cannot pinpoint the exact dates of their stay, however Mirtha remembers that it was at the start of the "Revolution", perhaps September of 1955. 

I found a prayer request in the denominational magazine about the time when she was hospitalized.
 

(Brethren Missionary Herald, 18.08.56)

The final decision of the medical team was that Mirtha had to spend five years of bed rest during that critical growth period. Her wise father discerned Mirtha's gift of writing and encouraged her to participate in a contest sponsored by L.E.A.L. (Literatura Evangélica para América latina). Her novel won third place! Moody Publishers won over several that would have published it. It was a bestseller.

Our correspondence began as early as 1954 when we were barely 9 and 11 years old. Mirtha carefully preserved all my correspondence in a large binder. I asked to borrow the collection. My brother and sister-in-law were serving in Argentina at the time and were able to bring it to the US and as promised I would send the letters back with them when they returned after their few months stateside. Then our housefire happened!

Amazingly, God protected those letters, they suffered minimal damage--some burnt edges and water marks, but still mostly readable. I was able to scan most of the letters before sending the binder back to Mirtha. Thus, it will remain another treasured resource to draw on as I write my life stories.

But now, allow me to go back and add to Mirtha's story. I found an article published in April of 1944 telling of little Mirtha's very serious case of infantile paralysis and God's intervention in answer to prayer. 

Mirtha is almost two years older than I. Our correspondence began when we were children. 

March 3, 1954

At camp that year there were three of us little girls that hung out together. We adopted the following nicknames: Ester was ovejita, I was pollito (little chicken), and Mirtha was conejito (little bunny). My next letter, July 28, was appropriately illustrated.

The last letter in the thick binder is dated May 1972. By then, I was married and living in Germany. In the intervening years, Mirtha became a literature professor and for twenty years was totally in charge of  a Christian magazine for children, El Puentecito. Sharing the gospel with the young generation has been her life-long passion.

This is an early sample, published shortly before Mirtha married Aldo Ferro.

In January of 1997, I was privileged to travel to Argentina and spend a few days in their home.

Last year, Mirtha lost her husband of more than thirty years. The following is my favorite photo of this dear couple.

Amazingly, God has kept her all these years to spread love and care to others. 

June 17th is Mirtha's 80th birthday. In her honor, here is a prayer of blessing.

The Lord bless you and keep you;
the Lord make his face shine on you
and be gracious to you;
the Lord turn his face toward you
and give you peace.

Numbers 6:24-26 - NIV