Summer 1960-1961

 

Rita's Third Year High School Class Photo

Summers in Argentina were intense, the weather hot and humid, and the schedule quite hectic. 

November marked the end of the school year and the beginning of summer events: December exams (like end of year piano exam, and/or opportunities to make up a failed course); evangelistic meetings; Christmas programs; vacation Bible schools; church camps in the sierras of Córdoba and the general conference in Río Cuarto. All in addition to the weekly church services and children's classes. Oh, and there was a wedding in our Templo that summer as well!

For some time my parents had been experiencing other stressors, such as lack of gas for cooking. As I read about this now in the letters they wrote, I realize how oblivious I was then of the daily life struggles they faced. 

November 18, my grandparents made reference to Dad's letter, "Solon writes about their difficulties in getting gas for cooking so they had to cook on a kerosene stove."  [In fact, this had been going on back in October when we had a house full of people.] Then Solon had to wait in a line for over an hour and 40 minutes just to get a bus ticket."

Dad wrote about his time in Huinca Renancó: 

Since Nov. 11 I have been here in this evangelistic effort. We have had many opportunities for personal contacts and we do thank the Lord for these. The meetings at night have been increasing in number and interest each night. To date we have had no professions but there have been several victories. Some have entered the church for the first time who have been against it formerly. 

One of the very interesting things here [in Huinca] is to see the fruit of seed sown years ago. God's word does not return void. About seven years ago the present pastor began dealing with a certain boy who said he would never go inside the church. His older brother was the first to make a profession, next came Eduardo who would not set foot in the church. Later, Eduardo won his mother and then his step-father. His mother also was very catholic but how faithful she is to the Lord now.

My heart is burdened for the innumerable towns that have no Gospel testimony.

Interestingly, years later that young man, Eduardo Coria, became the pastor of the congregation in Don Bosco and lived there for many years with his family in the parsonage that was added onto the Temple. A book could be written about his life and ministry.  

December 19, my mother wrote to her parents. She said Dad had left early that morning on the 7:30 bus to Río Cuarto for a special meeting to decide on a new pastor for one of the towns.
Her garden was doing well after the rain, growing lettuce, Kentucky wonder beans, Swiss chard and zapallitos. [I miss those little green squash.]
Mother also mentioned my music theory exam (solfeo) which would allow me to teach if I wanted to. All I remember is the fancy cuaderno (hardback exercise book, a fancy notebook) in which I had written out in India ink all of the theory lessons. Three more years and I could have the title of profesora.
Friday Lynn was to take an exam to get into the same school I attended.

In his memories, Lynn wrote :

School in Argentina is free up till 6th grade. Anyone who wants to go for more studies must pass an entrance exam, and many do not make it. I was the first alternate and was fortunate that someone dropped out to go to another school or my education would have been truncated right then. As it was, I was able to get into the school (the Normal School in Quilmes) but was not allowed to choose which languages I would study. I was assigned to a class which had English and Latin as their foreign languages. Two funny notes come from that experience.

My second year English teacher was a middle aged frumpy woman who had a teaching title but had not advanced very far in her pronunciation. If you were British, American, or even Australian, her accent was not even close. She was clearly an Argentine who had no ear for language. I got quite a bit of entertainment from her horrible enunciation of English words until she realized I was sitting in the back row laughing at her. For this behavior I was awarded a zero and barely made it through the course by getting a 10 in the other two trimesters. 

As for Latin, I barely made it through the course the two first years, and was meant to take a test just before my fourth year to be able to pass and go on to the next year. Since we left for furlough soon after November, the test is still pending.

 The joke is on me, though, as I went to college and chose as my major the Greek language for the purpose of preparing for the ministry. Greek is very similar to Latin in its grammatical structure, so I ended up having to take many tests which could have been even harder than the make-up exam in Latin.

Thankfully, I did not need to make up any subjects during December, although it appears from this report card that Zoology and History were not my forte. The subjects listed are: Castellano, Francés, Matemáticas, Zoología, Geografía, Historia, Dibujo, Cultura Musical, Actividades Prácticas, Educación Física, Educación Democrática. Grades were on a scale of 1 to 10.

Report card

The highlight of the month of January was going to camp Cerro San Lorenzo. There we met many dear friends. Mirtha, who had been bedridden for several years, was able to attend and participate.

Mirtha (above) and Rita (below)

Not long after, we met again at the general conference which took place in Río Cuarto, the denominational headquarters, February 12 -14.

February 27 I wrote to Mirtha and took a whole paragraph to tell her how much I missed her and needed to hear from her. Then I related the happenings since the Conferencias. Upon our arrival back in Don Bosco, the youth group friends were astir. One youth appeared on his bicycle to meet us and ran to tell another friend and together we went around distributing eagerly-awaited letters from the new friends from Córdoba.

I went on to tell Mirtha about the memorable wedding.

You know, last week we had the first wedding in our little temple. Mabel´s sister was married . . . María Carmen Devesa to Esteban Juan Raspe. They attended a church in another town, Iglesia de Constitución, but decided to have their ceremony here. . . it was very simple, took place in the morning. She wore a short dress. My mother, Mabel and I decorated the Temple and it was so lovely that people were amazed, they had not imagined that it could look so beautiful. The bride was very moved by our efforts.

 If I am not mistaken, that was the only time I played for a wedding on our little portable pump organ.

March 1, I wrote one last letter before the start of the school year. I described in detail my routine during the two-week Vacation Bible School.

So, every afternoon, here at home, I go over the lesson I´m supposed to teach, then I rest a bit, and drink something warm (tea without milk, better for your health, or for mine anyway), and then around 4:30 or 4:45 I go to the Temple and go over the lesson again  there, but this time placing the figures in their respective places on the flannelgraph background I chose, because we keep the backgrounds here in the Temple. . . After that I go to pick up "my kids," with 30 minutes or so because I usually have to wait for them to get ready and have their afternoon snack. 

The letter continued a few days later:

Today was the end of DVBS. It was a good time, I think; although the attendance was not that great. This morning I had a lovely time with about twelve kids. Roberto and Ely took turns teaching the older ones (because Roberto works and could only come Saturdays and Sundays). Mirtha Fischer also taught the class today and very well. Mabel gave the missionary story, one each day, and the days she couldn't (yesterday she had to take a typing test), Pirincha, Julio, and I gave the lesson.

 I include these quotes from the old letters because they are samples of our teenage correspondence that contain accurate records of events long forgotten, and above all they illustrate the involvement of our youth in the ministry. 

Remember your Creator in the days of your youth, before the days of trouble come and the years approach when you will say,   “I find no pleasure in them” (Ecclesiastes 1:1).

1960

Hoyts in 1960
Lynn, Solon, Kathryn holding Ivan, Aldo and Rita

 As usual, midsummer events were in full swing early in January. Both Lynn and Aldo went to children's camp (January 6-15), this time on their own with the group that traveled to the interior on the overnight bus. The rest of our family joined them by car for young people´s camp (January 19-28). It would appear from the photo that between camp sessions the boys had fun hunting vizcachas, a rabbit-like rodent found in the area, native of Argentina (langostomus maximus).

As I reread my earliest letter to my friend Mirtha that year, I was surprised to learn that I had spent a few days in José Mármol. Here is a sample paragraph from my lengthy, adolescent correspondence.

January 11 

As usual I had to carry over this letter to another day. This time I am not sitting at my desk in my bedroom of my little home in my little town, little Don Bosco, but seated in an old easy chair in the room where the Maconaghys slept in the big old house in José Mármol where I am spending a few days accompanying Miss Lidia DiNardo in the absence of Miss Nélida Zanetti, her ministry partner.  

The Maconaghys had returned to the US the previous September for their furlough year, and the two young ladies, graduates of the Bible Institute were looking after the work in Mármol under my father´s supervision. 

It was a very busy season with the added stress caused by a strike of the postal workers. Mother wrote to her parents, January 31: 

A month has rolled by and we haven't written any letter. Please forgive us. Since we knew you wouldn't get the letters because of the mail strike we quit writing. From the week before Christmas until this past week we hadn't received any word from you folks, then we got 6 or 7 letters all at once. This strike has caused more trouble and mix up than I believe any other one. Sam had to go in and give three radio programs as the tapes from Schrock did not arrive. . . we naturally couldn't cash checks that never arrived. This all happened at a time when Sam was the busiest trying to prepare for camp. He had to give 8 studies on 1 John besides 3 evening services. . . 

Mother also wrote about Christmas, she related that they'd had a program in Mármol on the 20th of December and in Don Bosco on the 27th and both were well attended. Nélida and Lydia were with us for Christmas dinner. 

This photo brought back several memories. After our year in the US, I resumed piano lessons with Mrs. Jones. Surprised that I had not fallen behind as expected, she was hopeful that I could pass the 7th year exam at the end of the year.  

A music concert was planned as part of the annual conference in Río Cuarto. I was invited to take part. I tried to get out of it, lacking confidence, having been told that I played "timidly." However, I was persuaded to play Claire de Lune by Claude Debussy. It remains a favorite piece to this day.

The school year began in March. The midday meal was the bigger one. Mother said she could never get used to serving dinner in three stages. Lynn and Aldo needed to eat at 11:00 before school. I did not get home from secondary school in another town till 1:15. The rest of the family couldn't wait that long, so they ate at noon.

Lynn was in 6th grade, the last year of primary school and had Srta. Dina Ballestrelli, one of our  favorite teachers. 

Grandma Hirschy wrote July 8, soon after they returned from several months ministering in Barbados. Grandpa had visited the island on previous occasions. For this lengthy stay, he persuaded Grandma to go with him. 

First of all, I want to thank all you who sent me birthday cards and wishes. [Gradnma turned 72 on July 7th.] Kathryn, I got home for my birthday alright and we received Ivan’s pictures. Can hardly feature him so big, but Pop says it looks like him. 

Then she copied excerpts from Mother's letter:

Sam has been gone since last Monday. Left at 6:15 a.m. from home to go to Almafuerte, to teach in the Bible Institute Saturday, and today he was to speak in Río Cuarto, then this next week they have Field Council meetings in Río Cuarto. Rita, Lynn and the baby all have had bad colds. The other day they called from the U.S. Embassy and wanted to know if Sam was doing anything about the washing machine. I told him I did not know that there was anything we could do or were to do. He went on to say that some way he found out from the customs broker that the price of the customs is 9,500 pesos which, if true,would be a very reasonable price which we could pay immediately. He wants Sam to get in touch with him right away when he gets back.

July 17 Mother wrote:

Last week the children had vacation so it was a pretty noisy week for us. Sam got home from Río Cuarto a week ago Thursday. He came home with great news that he had seen 15 cm of snow that lasted 36 hours. How disappointed the children were that we did not have any here. One thing for sure, we had plenty of cold weather. We all hugged the stove for a few days.Since home Sam has had to spend time preparing the Heraldo. For three months he has had to write articles. 

Thanks to Clifford Wagner's online archives of denominational documents, I was able to read Dad's articles and news bites. In this issue he told about visits to the Buenos Aires area listeners of "La Biblia Abierta" (radio program produced by Lynn Schrock in Córdoba). 

I was reminded of "La Tía Sara," a radio broadcast for children, produced by Mirtha's sister, Sara Siccardi. Earlier in the year listeners were invited to meet the storyteller herself at a rally in the Río Cuarto church. One hundred twenty-five children showed up that Saturday afternoon in April.

The above mentioned edition of the Heraldo noted interesting changes regarding the radio broadcasts in Buenos Aires.

THE 12-MINUTE BROADCASTS IN BUENOS AIRES ENDED

Without major explanations, the radio station in Buenos Aires that aired our programs twice a week since December 4, 1956, informed us that we could continue no longer. However, thanks to the Lord we will be able to continue airing Saturdays at 8:00 a.m. on Radio Antártida. This new program is 25 minutes long. 

CHILDREN'S STORIES IN BUENOS AIRES

Because we now have a 25 minute broadcast in the Federal Capital, we are dedicating a good portion to the recent children's programs of La Tía Sara [Aunt Sara] which air weekly in Río Cuarto. 

The same publication included one of Aunt Sara´s stories and also one written by her younger sister, my dear friend Mirtha. These beloved siblings have dedicated most of their lives to reaching children. 

Dad´s note, July 24, mentions another article he wrote for the August publication.

I spent all day Monday finishing up articles for our church paper. I wrote on the doctrine of Sanctification - by the Holy Spirit, by the blood of Christ, by the Word of God, and by His presence. It proved a great blessing to me, but it was a terrible task. I'd make a better brick-layer than a writer. 

However, I was impressed with the content, and the quality of his writing, especially in Spanish. 

Another memory surfaced seeing these mimeographed periodicals - the old mimeograph machine and the many times helping Dad crank out hundreds of papers.

Dad's note concluded with the saga of the washer:

Tuesday I went to B.A. and got an automatic washer we ordered. We would liked to have gotten our washer-dryer [out of Customs], but could only do it lying or paying a huge sum. This one cost us 21,200 or about $257.

August 22, my parents celebrated eighteen years of marriage. Dad reminisced in his letter, September 2:

The experiences have been legion and all of them have helped to draw us nearer to Him who loves us. . .

We really have a house full right now. Friday night at 10:19 he Bishop family arrived here to start looking for a place to begin a new work. We received their telegram at 9 a.m. Decided  we'd put them all up in the garage which has an adjoining stool and lavatory; went out to look at it and decided it needed a paint job. By 10 we had the necessary materials (lime, brush, coloring powder, etc.) and by two in the afternoon it was almost done.

Hazel y Donald Bishop
Paula (5), Gail (8)

September 19:

This past month has been sort of a nightmare in our home. For a little over three weeks the Bishop family was with us. One could very well have three or four more adults in the home and still have things running smoothly, but when children are brought in, chaos has struck. By the grace of God we were still friends when they left for their own new home. They have located 40 kilometers from us in a very nice neighborhood that we think will be a good location for establishing a testimony. [I. Arias 3360, Castelar, F.N.D.F.S.]

The real nightmare began, however, the very day the Bishop family moved out. October 3, a missionary mother of five arrived with her two-month old baby. Her husband had run off with the other four children. I have blurry memories of the days that followed, like images from a rapid train window: other arrivals and departures to locate the missing children; physical fights; police visit; screams of children torn from their father. 

At the time, focused on my life surviving the challenges of school and teenage life, I was protected from the profound sadness of these events. But now as I read the details in my parents' letters, I am overwhelmed with grief for the severe and drastic rupture of that family, the irreconciliable circumstances, and the resulting far-reaching ripple effects.

I ask myself, what can we learn from these events? There were warnings long before: a sense in his spirit that they should not return to Argentina for a second term; admonishment from fellow missionaries who noticed the beginnings of a toxic situation with the hired woman to help the growing family. These were unheeded or ignored, and led to the progression of the affair and its cover-up. 

My takeaway is: confront, repent and confess sin early There is hope in the gospel message! 

If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness. If we say we have not sinned, we make him a liar, and his word is not in us. . . But if anyone does sin, we have an advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ the righteous. He is the propitiation for our sins, and not for ours only but also for the sins of the whole world (1 John 1:9-2:2).

1959

 

Aldo and Lynn Hoyt and Grandpa Hirschy
Chiclana 1074
Don Bosco,  Buenos Aires
Argentina

In order to put together the happenings of 1959, I gathered from several sources: old photos (sadly most of them are not labeled); copies of letters I wrote to my best friend; notes from my grandparents' letters and "Aunt" Margaret's letters to her family; articles from The Brethren Missionary Herald; and a chronology of the Grace Brethren in Argentina.

Grandma Hirschy's family letter dated January 23, 1959, included a quote from my parents: 

Sam and Kathryn write about the unstable prices of everything there. . . "tickets from here to Río Cuarto went up from 103 pesos to 179. People are considerably perturbed. Our Christmas was spent with no unusual happenings. . . Aldo had his tonsils out December 29. He had no difficulty at all and was talking very soon afterward. We trust he will soon get a better appetite and have more energy. Ivan always has plenty of energy although he gets a cold and diahrrea quite often because of his teeth. He now has 10 or 12 teeth at one year of age." Sure wish I could see him and hug him. Kathryn says he is so cute.

The quote continues:

"Lynn is in children's camp with three others from our Sunday School. This next Wednesday they will be home and we will be going to Young People's camp. Kathryn will go along taking Aldo and Ivan and Rita. I will try to lead the games and have the morning devotions."

Children's camp was January 6-13 and youth camp from the 15th to the 23rd. This was the second use of the newly purchased campgrounds. The very old tents were still in use. Construction of permanent structures began later that year, perhaps precipitated by a disaster that occurred during the last camp session. Donald Bishop wrote about the event in "Camp Disaster in Argentina." (Brethren Missionary Herald, 6.06.59)

It was Thursday evening, and we were in a wonderful camp location at the foot of the Cerro  San Lorenzo. The four large tents (one of them being close to the thirty-year mark in age) and about six smaller ones had been located on the high ground in a corner formed by a large stream and a smaller one which flows into it. This was the first day, and there were still seven great days to follow. 

Brother Phil Saint was with us this year, and after supper we enjoyed the singspiration led by Brother Solon Hoyt; then we saw Phil Saint draw, and listened to him preach. Everyone knew that we would have a wonderful week ahead.

Sunday afternoon it rained; Monday morning also, so by breakfast time there was mud everywhere. During the second class, the rain stopped and the sun started peeping through. Everyone was feeling relieved, knowing that the sun would dry off the playing field for the afternoon. Brother Don Bishop was about halfway through his class on personal evangelism when there was an explosion in the kitchen tent. The bottom had blown out of the kerosene pressure stove, and about eight gallons of kerosene gushed out over a charcoal burner.

Immediately there was another explosion when the kerosene caught fire. Just a few minutes before there had been fifteen people, some of them small children, in the tent. In some miraculous way everyone got out before the fires started and no one was burned. The flames jumped high and endangered the other tents, but the Lord had sent the rain to moisten the canvas, and to save the other tents. Every year these old tents are painted with a beeswax solution to keep out some of the water, but this makes the canvas very inflammable. In about three minutes there was nothing left of the kitchen tent and equipment except charred tables, melted plastic plates, cups, and bowls, twisted spoons, ruined gas lamps, and just chaos in general, to say nothing of the tray of blackened meatballs on what was formerly a table. There were many tear-filled eyes and hearts as we scraped and scrubbed. The third class was called. Brother Saint went ahead with his class. 

Mabel Devesa, Rita Hoyt, Norma Fontana

The photos prove that I was there. However, I have no recollection of the event as disastrous as it was. And I wonder how we got along for the duration of the camp with an impaired kitchen. Perhaps some of these campers will remember.

In February, during Carnaval weekend, the annual conference is held in Río Cuarto.Then in March the school year begins. Lynn and Aldo attended the primary school in Don Bosco. I started secondary school, although behind most of my friends, having lost a year while in the US. 

Of the three or four options, we chose the course that led to become an elementary school teacher.

Escuela Normal Mixta de Quilmes Almirante Guillermo Brown

In a letter to my friend Mirtha, I wrote: 

"Some days before school started, I got a note advising me to go there in person. I didn't know what it was all about and was a bit worried, but when I got there, you know what it was for? To tell me I had to choose what language I wanted to take. I didn't want to take English because that would be boring, so I ended up with FRENCH, NO LATIN."

Rereading these letters written when I was an adolescent is a humorous, almost embarrassing, experience. Mirtha and I shared about our teenage crushes. We gave code names to all our friends and shared funny anecdotes. We used very flowery silly language and apologized profusely for tardiness in responding. So, often the long letters could be boiled down to very few pages of factual information. I was grateful to learn from my June 29 letter that my grandfather's visit was in July of that year. I had photos from that special time but did not know where they fit in. (In a previous post I wrote about his visit in February 1953.) 

My cousin Kae, an archival librarian and keeper of the Hirschy family historical documents, provided me with letters Grandpa wrote during that trip. This time it was very different. Instead of serving as chaplain on a cruise ship, he traveled by air to visit missionary friends and family in six different countries--Barbados, Jamaica, Trinidad, Brazil, Argentina, and Peru.

I was especially surprised to read a note in which he had urged grandma to fly to Buenos Aires and meet him there, and even gave detailed directions regarding what monies to use to finance the trip.  "Mother—come to Buenos Aires and meet me there. It would do you good to see these places."

He arrived in Buenos Aires Wednesday, July 15, at 6:00 P.M.  Grandma never did see her way clear to follow through with his directive.

Rev. Norman Hirschy

On this occasion, mid July, it was winter, we were in a different house, and the growing congregation had a building of their own. 

On July17, Grandpa wrote: 

My dear dear Companion,

 Here we are again--we were downtown Buenos Aires today had dinner in a restaurant. Swell place - all of us and our cost only about 3.50 I believe. So things are cheaper in some ways and higher in others. All of us are well here. House seems cold to me, then stoves are not working well. Hope they get them fixed. 

I spoke last night at prayer meeting. 18 present. Solon interpreted. Have some fine Christians. One can tell by the spirit and love that they love the Lord. 

Sunday morning (8:30) Family is just getting up. Ivan is here on the couch, still in his nightie. He is looking at pictures. He is happy, active and is a regular "private investigator."

Solon and I have been up a while and just had a word of prayer together.

Rained, thundered last night. Hope it is a bit nicer today. I have not been able to take pictures these days. I took some of funeral yesterday. . . horse drawn hearse and flower wagon. 2 horses for flower wagon and four horses for the hearse - all black. Drivers wear high hats.

Ivan wrote on opposite side to you [in red]. Abuela (grandmother). He calls me that instead of Abuelo (grandfather). Talks more Spanish than English. Some boy!

Ivan's scribbles on back of letter

Sunday P.M. The rest except Kathryn are all resting. Kathryn is reading. I rested a bit but could not sleep much. Was thinking of washmachine--they still haven't gotten it--It looks humanly-speaking like a loss of about 350 dollars. 

This note brought back the memory of the washer dryer stuck in the Aduana [Customs] because Dad did not believe in giving bribes, which apparently is the cultural and necessary thing to do. We never did get that appliance.

Well, tomorrow morning we have to get up early. I need to be at airport at lest by 6:30. It takes 30 min. to drive out there so we have to leave here about 5:45.

 

July 20, 1959 

We are about 20,000 feet up in the air, traveling towards Lima. This morning at 4:45 we left Solon and Kathryn's home in their model A Ford for the airport. It rained all night and so at places there was water over the road - once it about drowned the motor. We made poor time - distance about 22 miles. Then about one or two miles from airport the motor stopped - dirt in gas line. I got a bus for airport. Had Sam's overcoat on - what to do with it. Then Kathryn appeared - she had taken a bus. Soon Solon, Aldo & Lynn came, they got car to run. Some time we had! Well, they saw plane leave. Rita and Ivan stayed at home. Was hard to leave them.  

 School winter break followed shortly after with even more special visitors.

Don Bosco, Argentina—During their recent midyear vacation, six Bible Institute students held a four-day meeting at the church here. Much blessing resulted. The versatile musical talent of the group was especially appreciated. Rev. Solon Hoyt, the missionary at Don Bosco, will also take charge at José Mármol during the Maconaghys' furlough, overseeing the work which will be cared for by two of our Argentina Bible Institute graduates. (News item in The Brethren Missionary Herald, 9.05.59)

Having these young people in our home, led to some interesting dynamics with a certain young man who asked me to play the piano for him repeatedly. I wrote about all this to my friend Mirtha, two years older than me, asking her advice. My father became worried about his only daughter, and decided it was time to have a serious talk with me. This was the beginning of the relational struggles I went through growing up between two cultures and nationalities. Nowadays we are called Third Culture Kids.

I made friends in school that year. Interestingly, after several decades, some of us found each other thanks to the internet. 

The school year ended in November. Then began the hectic summer cycle of Vacation Bible Schools, Christmas program, camp sessions, and general conference. 

I wrote to my dear friend Mirtha the day after the Christmas program when we had some 105 in attendance. 

Everything turned out well . . . especially the drama "A Prisoner's Christmas," quite long but very good. Mrs. Fischer directed the drama and did such a good job. She knew exactly what gestures and expressions we should use. We had to dress in period costumes because the story took place in the times of Christ. There were 16 actors and she knew exactly how we should dress, especially the Jewish women. She brought many of the costumes and even rented one for the Roman soldier because it was too difficult to make. She was concerned about the spiritual aspect, and would explain to those who had longer parts to do so loud and clear because the message was so important. . .  I had to be an angel.

Thus conclude my findings and memories for 1959, yet another year of God´s faithfulness despite our failings and weaknesses.

Such is the confidence that we have through Christ toward God. Not that we are sufficient in ourselves to claim anything as coming from us, but our sufficiency is from God, who has made us sufficient to be ministers of a new covenant, not of the letter but of the Spirit. For the letter kills, but the Spirit gives life (2 Corinthians 3:4-6).

1958: Return to Argentina

 

Introducing Ivan Wayne Hoyt

When we arrived back in August, it was time to introduce our eight-month-old new family member and become reacquainted with the Argentina of 1958, what was happening politically, and religiously, in the Brethren mission and in Don Bosco.

Only days after our first arrival in Argentina in 1946, national elections took place with the popular vote going to Juan Domingo Perón. Again in 1952, after our first furlough, he was voted in with an even higher majority. Interestingly, it was the first-time women were allowed to vote. Another note of interest, Perón's second-term inauguration was the first to be televised. However, a complicated series of events forced him out of office. He resigned and sought asylum in Paraguay in September of 1955 and was exiled for nearly two decades.

Now in 1958, as we prepared to return a third time, following a very complicated and polarized season, the interim president called for national elections. The newly elected president led Argentina's twenty million people into a period of opposition and reprisals against the peronist regime.

I have spent days reading about that period of Argentine history, fascinated by the complexities that I would never have understood or even been interested in as an adolescent. Even now, it is too much for me to fully grasp, and I wonder how that political climate affected the work of the Gospel.

Regarding the religious scene in Argentina at the time, Dad wrote an article,"The Battle on Many Fronts in Argentina," listing the various groups. (Brethren Missionary Herald, 1.04.1958) A question he was asked, whether there were false cults in Argentina, probably sparked this response: "Undoubtedly this person almost unconsciously formed the idea that Catholicism reigns in Argentina . . ." He quoted from a Catholic magazine, The Sign, in "How Catholic is Latin America:"

(1) Eighty percent of the entire population profess Catholicism, but by the most generous figuring we may say that only ten percent practice it.

(2) The Catholic Church is strong and has vitality in Argentina, Mexico, Costa Rica, and Columbia; whereas it is dying in Bolivia, Ecuador, Paraguay, Brazil, Panama, the Dominican Republic, Honduras, and Haiti.

In his article, Dad went on to elaborate about his experience with false cults. 

I have seen and talked with a good many of their followers and witnesses. In greater Buenos Aires they are all present and active.

Time after time the Jehovah's Witnesses invaded our neighborhood. Six or eight well-dressed, cultured young people would canvass block after block selling and giving away their literature. . . 

The Christian Science movement is not so large nor so active, but they make people know that they are present. . . 

Spritism is very popular in Argentina. Their mass meetings in Luna Park (a place which would correspond to Madison Square Garden) are quite frequent. Several of our neighbors were faithful followers. . .

The Mormons are active throughout the country. In the suburb of Buenos Aires where we last served they were constantly working. . . young "Americanos" well-dressed and wear hats unlike North Americans. . . they seek entrance into the houses. . . like to pray with the people . . . leave a pamphlet making arrangements to pick it up when they've finished it . . . offer free English courses to anyone interested. . . 

Modernism has made its inroads also. . . and becomes an increasing problem for us who are near Buenos Aires.

The cult which is one of the most peculiar and one of the better known in our area is called "La Nueva Iglesia Apostólica (The New Apostolic Church). . .  Their chief apostle is somewhat like the Pope. He seems to have full authority and has contact with the archangel Gabriel, receiving one message each week. . . then given to the under-apostles who then proclaim it to their individual churches. . . they have little to do with the Bible. . . 

What had happened among the Grace Brethren in Argentina during our absence? 

The newly purchased camp site was inaugurated! The children's session ran from January 7 to the 14th, followed by young people's camp, January 16-24. The video prepared in 2018 to celebrate 60 years highlights the blessings as well as the buildings and improvements throughout the years.

A new member was added to the missionary families, Marilyn Ruth Churchill was born April 21. Sadly she was not well and lived only a year. In hopes of finding help the family returned to the US, but the baby died soon after.

The Schrock family moved to Córdoba soon after their furlough, to plant a church and establish a radio broadcasting center in the big city of half-million people.

Hugo Félix Di Nardo & Francesca Ana Diedrich de Di Nardo

Hugo Di Nardo, a young graduate of the Bible Institute, was ordained and moved to General Cabrera with his wife to take charge of the work in that town.

Our family of six now, were privileged to move back to Don Bosco as Dad explained, "It had been the practice of our Foreign Mission Society to replace a missionary for another when it was time for furlough, and thus he would remain only five years in one place. We returned to the mission field grateful to the Lord for the privilege of continuing the work begun in 1952." 

Dad wrote an article titled: "It's Work to Build a Church" (Brethren Missionary Herald, 5.03.58) where he described the work in Don Bosco before we left and what we would find on our return.

Buenos Aires, Argentina has a very humid climate with dark, dismal days. Due to its phenomenal growth in population, it is very difficult to locate a house except in new housing projects with no pavement nor even such a hope within sight. In such circumstances the little church was begun in Don Bosco a suburb about eight miles from the big city. 

Since all the meetings were held in our home, scraping the mud and dirt from the house came to be a very common experience . . . Nevertheless, those things were as nothing compared with our desire to have the people come to listen to the glorious Gospel. . . Some had several blocks of mud to encounter in order to arrive for the meeting. The sidewalks were only as occasional encouragements along the way, and for the most of our four years in that place there were no streetlights. We learned to thank God for those who had sufficient desire to come. . . 

The need for a meeting place was evident, but the obstacles were many. Dad explains: 

We had no lot on which to build--a matter of 65,000 pesos at least. We were only a few believers . . . Any small building would cost at least 50,000 pesos just for the materials without all the finishing touches. Humanly speaking, the task looked impossible.

Little by little we were encouraged to make a beginning. The Foreign Missionary Society agreed to buy the lot if we would put the building on it. . . but where could we borrow the money for the building?. . . The banks won't do it. No loan company will do it. We had no personal connection to make it possible. . . So, we decided to start and go as far as we could as the offerings came in.

The lot was purchased, the plans drawn up, the foundations dug and filled, and the little church began to take shape. It was the joy of my heart to see this place of worship take shape on a prominent corner in Don Bosco. From sunup to sundown almost every day for one year I labored with bricks, cement, lime, sand, angle iron and dirt. Some days the exhaustion was intense, but the joy was likewise immense. . .

December 23, 1956 is a date long to be remembered as we used the church for the first time. The floor was just old mother earth, the walls were ugly, rough bricks, the platform was lumber used in the cement work quickly and temporarily nailed together. It was a joyous experience although much work remained (and remains) . . . 

My father's farewell address later, after ten years, added a few more interesting memories to the months that followed after the memorable inauguration. 

January 1957 through August 1957

    . . . we tried to do only the basic essentials on the temple in order to dedicate time to the spiritual aspects which had been neglected. We were able to make a basic cement floor with the help of believers from Wilde. The tower was finished and the over roof. Our attempt to waterproof it failed. For some time we preached to the accompaniment of drips from a leaky roof. 

Some may remember the special meetings with Brother Schrock during Holy Week in 1957. On Good Friday Mrs. Allessandria, Mrs. Devesa and Roberto Spina were to be baptized, but the baptistry was not ready nor the rest of the platform. At last, we were able to have the baptistry in working order and made a provisional cover. However, there was a gap behind the platform of half a meter to the floor. Brother Schrock was very confident when he got up to preach because he said, "I don't move much when I preach." But in a moment of excitement, he took a step back and stepped in air. He would have fallen had he not been able to lean against the wall.  

August 1957 - August 1958  

Eunice Siccardi y Nélida Zannetti

I cannot say much about the work during the year we were absent. God raised up two young ladies, graduates of our Bible Institute, to minister under the supervision of Mr. Maconaghy. They were well loved and made an impact for the glory of the Lord. Several made professions of faith, Mabel Devesa was baptized and there was growth in the lives of the believers. 

About the months following our return, Dad wrote: "No sooner had we greeted everyone, we began work to finish the temple. . ." sidewalks, plaster, floor and so much more.

However, he was careful to add the distinction between the material building and the true church,  believers, like "living stones" who make up the body of Christ. 

Yes, it's work to build a church. But the material building isn't the church and will not build the church. . . The Lord Jesus Christ has committed himself to the building of His church but has chosen to use His people as instruments in this task. 

My father's message to the Bible Institute graduates years before, was mentioned in the article "Serving My Master on the Mission Field."  

It was graduation time in 1952 in Argentina. The exercises were to take place in Río Cuarto. Brother Hoyt was asked to give the address. The text was Mark 10: 45, "For even the Son of man came not to be ministered unto, but to minister, and to give his life a ransom for many." The point which is applicable to each of us is that the Lord Jesus didn't come to earth to be waited upon--to be ministered to--but to minister. He came to serve. (Lois Schrock in the Brethren Missionary Herald, 9.13.58)

Here we were once again in our beloved Don Bosco prepared to serve. What opportunities, challenges, changes, blessings and difficulties awaited us the next five years?

1958: Ivan & Perú

This opening photo could explain why Dad was the only one of our family who attended Grandma Hoyt's funeral in early December. Mother was eight months pregnant at the time. A month earlier, Uncle Phil had taken my parents and Grandma Hirschy for a ride to Elwood to show them the way to Mary Evans Hospital. It was important to know the best roads and be prepared for any eventuality. The area is very hilly, there are so many curves, and the weather is unpredictable in the middle of winter. Ivan Wayne Hoyt arrived safely January 5, 1958. 

   

Aldo, Lynn, Rita

We three siblings waited eagerly to hear the news. Each time Mother gave birth I hoped for a sister. But, again this time, it was not to be. We loved watching our new baby brother grow and change.

We enjoyed those months shared with grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins. A few of the other relatives came and went from the other missionary fields. 
 

 

                                                                       

Winter turned into spring, then summer. The adventure of a school year in the US ended. I look back at my first impressions in the classroom. "Everyone speaks English," I thought. It was all so strange and quite an adjustment. I was socially awkward and didn't fit in. My courses, on the other hand, were not difficult. I was surprised to find that school could even be fun.  

Piano lessons continued throughout that year with an elderly teacher. I remember she wanted me to master a composition by Claude Debussy.

My parents kept busy with mission-related responsibilities--visiting churches, writing articles for the Brethren Missionary Herald, in addition to the building project for my grandparents and speaking in their church on occasion. 

We enjoyed family outings, like this picnic roasting hot dogs by a lovely pond.

Then it was time to return to Argentina. According to a note in the denominational magazine (8.02.58), our fellow missionaries the Schrocks were already on the high seas in July. However, the Hoyts´ promised passage had been cancelled and were awaiting their time to travel.

The following issue (8.09.58) mentioned our departure August 7 and that we traveled via Latin American Airlines. 

Another news item appeared in the August 30th publication:

I knew about our stop in Peru to visit the de Rossets but did not remember my father's back difficulty. More than once in his lifetime he was laid up with back trouble.

The de Rosset family

Obviously my missionary aunt and uncle, who were our neighbors that whole year in Evans City, had returned earlier to their place of service in Trujillo, Peru. Their two oldest, Eddie and Karin, stayed behind to continue their education in the US. 

 It was such a privilege to visit them and learn about their work and surroundings. The eight-hour taxi ride north from Lima, the capital, to Trujillo, was the scariest I can recall. The winding narrow highway hugged the coast between a serious drop to the ocean on the left and a steep sandy mountainside on the right. The experienced drivers were not afraid to speed.

Although I was too young to appreciate the lengths to which these dear relatives went to entertain us, I do remember Aunt Joyce's pies, and Uncle Ed's generosity. 

The following photos tell of the sight-seeing outings. All these sites were in their area. The Huacas (shrines or temples) of the Moche peoples from nearly two thousand years ago, are enormous adobe brick structures. They have since become sophisticated tourist destinations, highly commercialized.

Huaca del sol

Huaca de la luna

Joyce & Kathryn in forefront

Rosie and Rita in back

Ed at Huanchaco

Huanchaco has become a popular beach city. 

Salaverry, the gateway to Trujillo, is the great multipurpose port of Northern Peru. In addition to all the historic and archeological sites in the area, the natural attractions are a big draw--great beaches and opportunities to surf, fish, sandboard, and more.

Uncle Ed and Aunt Joyce tried to start a church there. Mostly they worked in Trujillo, Peru's second largest city. The following photo is of the church front and on the left you can see the Christian bookstore.

La librería y la iglesia en la Avda. La Unión

Trujillo is now a very modern city. These are glimpses into life sixty or seventy years ago.

Callejón típico

Cousin Karin says this may be the narrow corridor near the church where her best friend Natalia lived at the end in a two-room adobe hut. She also recalls the burros that carried fresh milk they bought.

This was market street. Uncle Ed did all the shopping because he was a better bargainer. 

En el mercado: Freddy, Lynn y el tío Ed

This photo brings back the memory of Uncle Ed's generosity. He heard me hint that I wanted to take back souvenirs for my friends, and he immediatly bought an assortment for me.

I asked cousin Rosie to write a summary of her parents' ministry in Peru. She sent me a piece she wrote a few years ago after her parents moved out of the Evans City family homestead, where they resided after retirement. The painful task of dealing with the accumulations of several generations, had fallen to her. Here is an excerpt.

I found letters from my father back to the 30’s, chronicling his meeting my mother and their missionary career.  In 1944, during WWII they went out by boat from Texas to Peru on $60 a month support without the language which they learned by walking around and listening to people talk.  They arrived in the port city of Callao with almost nothing and went by bus to the coastal city of Trujillo, Peru.  It was a hard and lonely beginning.

I read about how my mother at first felt forsaken of God as they lived in two rooms in a rat-infested primitive hotel with unsavory toilet facilities down the hall.

I read about her longing for trees and home then about her first Peruvian friends and her love for them and the beginnings of a church in a ramshackle fishing village, about my father’s discouragement over theft (he used to have the windshield wipers stolen off his Model T Ford, a car that had to be cranked and had no back doors so he just told us to sit in the middle).

And so many times I read about his clinging to I Peter 5:7  “casting all your care upon him for he careth for you.”  

And I read about how they began to plant churches and finally in the 80’s founded a seminary which flourishes today.

My mother, who never took no for an answer, taught hundreds of people to read and women how to care for their children. She used every resource she had and even taught many people to play the piano on a cardboard keyboard, and they could play when they hit the real thing. 

They lasted through sorrow, loss and joy for 42 years. It is a story of ordinary people to whom God was faithful; they clung to Him, and He was with them, performing His good work.

I conclude with Rosie's opening paragraph to her reflections and the scripture which expresses my thoughts also as I look back on my parents' ministry:

As I sat in the middle of both the documents of my teaching life at Moody Bible Institute and the records of my history at home, I came back to Paul’s familiar words in Philippians 1:6: 

“I am persuaded of this very thing that He who has begun a good work in you

will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ."