1956

 

    Many interesting facts and stories surfaced as I researched the year 1956 in the world, in Argentina and in our little corner of Don Bosco, in the province of Buenos Aires.

    Among the highlights of the year in Argentina, the name Juan Manuel Fangio stood out. It was familiar to me, but didn't mean much then. Fangio won the Argentine Grand Prix and the World Championship of Drivers five times, a record he held for 46 years. I better understand the significance of Fangio's win now that I live in Indiana, home of the Indy 500, also known as The Greatest Spectacle in Racing.

    Another surprise was that Rebel Without a Cause(1955) was showing in Argentina. James Dean died in a car accident shortly before his most celebrated film was released. He won two acting awards posthumously and has become a cultural icon of teenage disillusionment. 

    James Dean is a big name in our county because he was born and grew up here. In Fairmount, a nearby town, a large annual festival bears his name. Visitors come from all over the world to honor his memory. They visit the gravesite and the museum, the James Dean Gallery. His image and popularity seem to grow with time. Most recently, two gigantic art representations were installed in Fairmount, his hometown, and in Marion, his birth town. 

    From the long list of historical highlights, I chose a few more that may be of interest to some of us for a variety of reasons.

• January 8 - Operation Auca: Five missionaries killed by the Huaorani of Ecuador.
• January 28 - Elvis Presley's first television appearance.
• March 15 - "My Fair Lady" premieres on Broadway.
• May 1 - Jonas Salk's polio vaccine is made available to the public.
• July 30 - U.S. Congress joint resolution, signed by President Eisenhower, authorizes 'In God we                 trust' as the U.S. national motto.
• September 13 - the first commercial computer to use disk storage is introduced, the IBM 305                     RAMAC.
• October 15 - Fortran, the first modern computer language is shared with the coding community.
• October 17 - The Game of the Century, Bobby Fisher plays Donald Byrne in chess and wins a                     Brilliancy prize.
• November 13 - The U.S. Supreme Court declared Alabama segregated buses law illegal ending                   the Montgomery Bus Boycott.

    The first event on the list, stands out in my memory for the magnitude of its impact. Five young men purposed to reach an uncontacted tribe in the rain forest of Ecuador. For several months, they regularly flew over the area and dropped gifts which were then reciprocated. January 3, 1956, they set up camp on a sandbar along the Curaray River, a few kilometers from the people group they were attempting to evangelize. Their efforts came to an unexpected end when tribal warriors attacked and speared them.

    However, that was not the end of the story in God's book. The widows of these men did not lose hope or question God's direction for their families. Two women went back sometime later and lived among these unreached peoples and they were converted. Here is what one of the killers said, 

    Many books, articles, and films have been produced to represent the resulting impact of this event that shook the world and transformed untold numbers of lives.

    A quote by Jim Elliott, one of the five martyrs has oft been repeated.      

    Meanwhile in our little corner of Argentina, the family routines were similar from year to year. We traveled to summer camps, annual conference, and Dad had other important mission-related meetings in the interior as well. 

    Lynn and I attended the public school from March through November.

Lynn's third grade class

A school patriotic parade

 

My 6th grade class field trip to La Plata, 9.28.56

End of year photo with my teacher, Srta. Dina and the directora

    Mother certainly had her hands full keeping our guardapolvos (school uniforms) crisp white and starched in addition to all the household chores and church ministries. 

    
    This was the year of the Templo. Dad was once again immersed in a building program, and Mother always at his side, even involved in the actual construction at times. 

    Here is the story as Dad remembered it in his farewell address a few years later.    

Primera Etapa del Templo     The Temple - First Phase 

    El cinco de julio de 1956 esta iglesia recibió un regalo de la Sociedad Misionera, el lote para su templo. La única condición era que los creyentes se encargaran de levantar el templo. Con este desafío, los creyentes pronto aprobaron un plano y en el mismo mes de julio con la ayuda de Francisco Sparta y el Sr. Fischer se marcaron los cimientos. Luego fueron cavados por algunos jóvenes, el pastor y su señora.

    July 5, 1956, this congregation received a gift from the Foreign Missionary Society, a piece of land for the temple. The only condition was that the believers take charge of building the church. The believers took on the challenge and approved a blueprint and in that very month of July, with the help of Francisco Sparta and Mr. Fischer, laid out / marked the foundations. Some of the young people and the pastor and his wife dug the foundations. 

    Recordamos el 17 de agosto con gran placer porque unos cuantos amigos y hermanos de Mármol vinieron para ayudarnos a llenar los cimientos. Ancianos y jóvenes, mujeres y niños - todos trabajamos fuertemente y además de llenarse una parte de los cimientos, se pudo cavar para las bases de las tres columnas y armar el hierro correspondiente. Mirando una foto sacada el 17, descrubrimos que el baño quedó hecho antes de ese día también.    

    We remember August 17 with joy because several friends and believers from Mármol came to help us fill the foundations. Old and young, women and children - all worked hard and in addition to filling the trenches, were able to dig holes for the bases of the three columns and put together the corresponding iron frames. Looking at a photo taken that day, we realized that the bathroom had also been completed before that day 

    Con la ayuda de unos jóvenes, especialmente el hermano Angel Díaz, se siguió trabajando hasta levantar las paredes a una altura que nos hizo sentir nuestra necesidad de un albañil y con él seguimos hasta techar. Recordmos con agradecimiento el amplio andamiaje que nos prestó el Sr. Escala cuando llegamos a ese punto en la construcción. 

    With the help of some young folks, especially brother Angel Díaz, we continued working until the walls were at a point where we felt the need to hire a mason / bricklayer and kept him on until the roofing stage. We remember with gratitude the ample scaffolding that Mr. Escala loaned us when we got to that point in the construction/building.

 

   El día del techado tuvimos la colaboración de muchos. Por cierto, éramos pocos para hacer un trabajo tan grande y pesado, pero éramos unos cuanto más de lo acostumbrado.

    On roofing day we had the collaboration of many. We certainly were few for such a huge and heavy job, but we were more than usual. 

 

Brethren Missionary Herald, 11.03.56

    Ya que se aproximaba la Navidad, nos fijamos la meta de inaugurar el templo con el programa de Navidad. Había tanto que hacer que era para deseperarnos, pero diariamente seguimos adelante. Terminamos de cortar el hierro para las ventanas y el Sr. Allessándria las armó. Nos pusimos a colocarlas mientras el Sr. Rocobertón hacía las puertas. Así hicimos una cosa tras otra pero se nos acababa el tiempo. Llegó la víspera del día para el programa y hasta tarde quedamos colocando vidrios. Faltaban las luces y no las pudimos conectar hasta unas horas antes del programa, y para hacerlo tuvimos que pedir la corriente a un vecino. ¡Pero entramos - diciembre 23, 1956! El templo estaba sin revoque, sin piso, sin contra piso, ¡ambiente perfecto para celebrar el nacimiento humilde de nuestro Salvador! 

    Christmas was drawing near, so we set the goal of inaugurating the temple with the Christmas program. There was so much to do that it was overwhelming, however, we kept moving forward daily. We finished cutting the iron for the windows and Mr. Allessándria put them together. We installed them at the same time that Mr. Rocobertón was making the doors. Thus we accomplished one thing after another, but we were running out of time. The day before the program, we worked late putting in the glass. There were no lights and we were unable to connect them until a few hours before the program, and to do so we had to ask a neighbor for electricity. But we were in, December 23, 1956! The temple had no plaster, no flooring or subflooring, a perfect atmosphere to celebrate the humble birth of our Saviour! 

Inauguración del Templo

23 de diciembre de 1956

    I look at the group gathered that day and wonder where life took each one. Several, I know, are in heaven. Some of us have lived full lives, grateful for God's direction and faithfulness. 

    My parents laid down their lives in tireless labor and believed that God would give the harvest. 

    I am reminded of Jesus words, "Truly, truly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit (John 12:24)." 

Interview with Mirtha

 

Before publishng the previous chapter, the story of my dear friend Mirtha, I sent it to her for her approval and corrections. When she read it, she needed to clarify a few details, but more than that, she wanted to stress and explain why the events of that day during their stay with us in Buenos Aires were so significant.

I decided to ask her a series of questions to better comprehend her medical journey from the beginning. 

"How old were you when you contracted polio?" I began.

"I was a baby. I was eight months. My parents were moved from Cabrera, where they pastored a Brethren church, to the city of Laboulaye to build up the church there. I was six or seven months at the time, and forty days after our arrival in Laboulaye, I contracted polio."

"What were the first symptoms?"

"My sister Sara told me that the first thing my mother noticed was that I only moved my eyes and the first phalanx, the tips of my fingers. But Mom had told me that when she tried to pick me up to feed me, it seemed like I had no bones, no spine. I was limp like a rag. She picked me up and I would fold over every which way. It was such a huge blow for her to see this. She immediately sent my sisters, Eunice and Sara, to get the doctor who lived across the street, Dr. Boris Joffe, a Jew. He came with another doctor who lived on the corner of that same street."

"I cannot imagine the anguish your parents must have felt."

"Daddy was not there because he had begun to cover the territory of his parish. The Laboulaye church had started working in two other towns, General Levalle and Jovita. So he was not there when Mother discovered my condition. 
The two doctors came and immediately detected the problem."

"Mrs. Siccardi," they said, "there are four cases of polio in the city. This is the fifth and it is the worst. This little girl is not going to live. The paralysis is only millimeters away from touching her brain."

"How painful for your dad to be met with this news when he returned! And, to think that his wife had to face this alone. Unimaginable!"

"Daddy was such an evangelizer. Sara tells me, and I also have memories, that he systematically visited each member of the church or had them into his office. And whenever he went out, he carried gospel tracts, a very common method of evangelism back then, and as he went about visiting the believers, he always gave out tracts and shared the Lord with anyone he came across.
He visited the two towns, Levalle and Jovita, regularly every couple weeks, evangelizing the town. And as he gained people for the Lord, he began to gather them. In both towns he had rented a small hall and there he also made his meals and coffee with a small kerosene burner he took with him.

Dr. Joffe told my parents, 'Of course, you are pastors, and the baby, well . . . someone in the church must have kissed her on the mouth and thus spread the polio virus.'

My mother did not like me to be passed around, but since they were new to the church she didn't feel she could be too hard on them, and after all I was the baby of the church. Everyone loved to hold me."

"The photos you sent me, show that something truly unexplainable must have taken place despite Dr. Joffe's dire diagnostic."

18 months, in the walker

In Tito's little car

Three years old
Practicing walking on the sidewalk.
Having some difficulty with the left leg.

The family in Laboulaye

Mirtha, Mom, Tito

"Did Dr. Joffe continue treating you and watching your progress while you lived in Laboulaye?"

"Yes, and throughout his whole life he followed my case. His whole family helped. I still have a rag doll that his daughter Babi, Eunice's friend, brought me one time when I was in his office. He was applying a polio treatment they were using in Buenos Aires, called diathermy, consisting of wrapping me in little warm blankets and applying heat. He taught my parents some little exercises as well.
You know, I still have a visual memory, visual and even physical. I remember lying on the cot, wrapped up, warm and comfortable, the doctor by my side, Babi and her mother coming in, carressing me, bringing me the doll . . . well, the entire family was involved.
When they returned to Israel in '48, he stayed in touch. His last letter, when he was nearing the end, was signed, 'Your friend and possibly brother.'"

Dr. Boris Joffe and family

"At some point in time, your family moved to Almafuerte to take charge of the church there, right?"

"That's right. Almafuerte seemed, in many ways, like a paradise to us. But at the same time, that is where my scoliosis worsened seriously. The curvature of my spine was first noticed when I was six or seven years old. However, during puberty it accelerated alarmingly.
When we arrived in Almafuerte, I was nine, not yet ten. So, they sent me to the school that was practically next door to the mission. And, well, that was a whole period of tears and smiles. That was the time of many trips to the city of Córdoba. Then came the Bible Institute and the joy the students brought.
The first specialists to take on my case, when I was eleven or twelve years old, were a team from the Children's Hospital in Córdoba. It was a time of unending consultations with specialists.

Then, Eunice, my older sister, arranged for us to meet with Dr. Van Domsoler, a specialist in the British Hospital where she worked. That is when we were hosted by the lovely Hoyt family in Don Bosco, in the outskirts of Buenos Aires."

"Now, going back to that visit, tell us why that day stands out in your memory." 

"The day we went to hear the final conclusion of the doctors in the British Hospital, it was a very hard time. My mother and father felt the gravity of the situation. I was probably not as conscious of its seriousness.

The head doctor in charge of my case was Dr. Van Domsoler. He said, 'I must be very honest with you. There is no hope. There is no way, no treatment, no surgery, nothing that can stop the scoliosis. The curvature of the spine cannot be corrected, and will no doubt advance.' He said this with great kindness.
In the many, many consultations I had been through until then in Córdoba, I had never felt scared. Now, for the first time ever, I began to cry. I couldn't help the tears falling. Then he hugged me. I can remember with what tenderness he drew me in close to his heart. 'Don't cry, little one,' he said. 'Whoever looks at your face will not even notice your back.' That did not prove true [laughing], however it was comforting then."

"What happened next?"

"When we left the hospital, the revolution that ousted Perón had begun. Your parents were very worried because we were downtown and unaware of what was going on.
My father and mother had taken me to the botanical garden to get my mind off things. They bought some sandwiches to eat there. But we were seeing strange things. The sky would get very dark, and we heard strange noises. Then the caretaker came and said, 'Please, you must leave.' He told them what was happening. 
I really don't know how we got back at that time, probably by train. And when we arrived back to your house, your dad had been watching from the rooftop and praying that we'd make it back alive.
What happened next was so special. That very day the organ or harmonium had arrived! So after dinner . . .  (Your mom, as always, had prepared a wonderful meal. She made waffles, so delicious! I've never had waffles again. We didn't have waffle irons in Argentina. I think they are available now, but I haven't seen any around here.) Anyway, we all gathered around the organ, the whole family, my mom and dad, your parents, your little brothers . . . 'You play first! You play first!' you insisted.
So I sat down, and without giving it much thought I played the hymn that stood out to me,

Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my Father;

There is no shadow of turning with Thee . . .

[Here she began to sing.]        Great is Thy faithfulness!

                                                Great is Thy faithfulness!

Do you remember? My mother felt it in her heart like a bomb. From then on it was her favorite hymn.  You know, that moment there in your house had such an impact. To the end of her life, Mother believed that my spinal column would not get worse and would even straighten.
I know your parents were of great comfort to my dad and mother. I went with you to your room, and we talked and laughed and had fun. Yes, of course, I was still emotional, in shock, but your company did me so much good. It was so wonderful to be with you. I just wanted to tell you that because it was so important to me. That very hard moment in the British Hospital and then the very sweet moment in your home."

"What happened next in your medical journey?"

"We went back to the doctors in Córdoba, but no longer to the Children's Hospital. Dr. Celina Carbonell, a believer, took me under her care.

Mrs. Loree Sickel [widowed missionary with more than three decades of service in Argentina] had opened a missionary fund to cover the expenses for the best treatments and care available. I was interned for quite a long time in a German clinic under the supervision of Dr. Pablo Busse Grawitz, also a believer.

It was a lovely clinic, and I was very well cared for and underwent any number of tests and treatments. My mother was there with me as I was bedridden. 
My stay there also served as an inspiration later when I wrote the novel. I could go out on the balcony of the German chalet. From there I watched Peter, one of the doctor's sons, so friendly, and he became one of the characters. The youngest son with the angry look became the protagonist.

From there I ended up in the very famous Clínica Romagosa. All this thanks to the abundant, marvellous, generous offering that sustained us, Mrs. Sickel always making sure we never lacked anything medical expertise could offer.

These clinics did the best they could with what they had to offer at that time. Dr. Carbonell even traveled to the US to present my case at a medical congress. There was a new surgery, but was extremely risky at the time. She said to my mother, 'Herminia, if Mirtha were my daughter, I would not allow her to have the surgery, there are no guarantees.'

That is when the team of doctors, there were 32 in the end, decided that I had to be horizontal, because my spine continued to fold. It was collapsing one of my lungs, crushing it; and my heart was in a horizontal position. I have a laid down heart not standing vertical like most. So the only way was to be in bed all day. I could get up 20 minutes a day to do certain corrective exercises. My dad and mom helped me, and my sisters  when they were home.

My place in the world for five years

I was bedridden from 14 to 19 years of age. Oh, and at night I hung from a contraption that held me by my jaw and nape, back of the neck. The head of the bed was raised with bricks under the head posts and my body weight kept me stretched out all night. The device could swivel so I was able to change positions at will and sleep on my stomach or back or on my side, but always hanging. All those years left a callous on my jaw. I was so thin and pale, my sister called me little greenhouse flower.
For my fifteenth birthday, they took me to a professional photographer for this photo. (It appears they combed my hair, too.)"

"How were you able to overcome such extreme limitations? Perhaps the paragraph on the back cover of your book answers this briefly: From my position I study, read, and write. I am finishing the fourth year of high school. Brillando para El is the first complete book I've written. I started it when I was fifteen and finished it at age sixteen. I thank God that I can keep on writing for Him even from bed."

First edition

Second edition

"What happened after those five years?"

"Throughout that time, there were regular check ups, tests, xrays, every month or two months. Eunice or someone would take them to the doctor for the medical team to examine. Then, after five years, when Eunice took the xray, the doctors called her in. 'What happened here?' they asked. 'What do you mean?' she said. 'The specter is gone!' they said. 'Your little sister was expected to die before age twenty or be paralyzed in a short time. The curvature is detained and her spine has even stretched some, and the spinal cord is not compressed.'
It was only then that they told us and we learned the extent of the danger: my spinal cord could've broken at any moment, my heart stop functioning or I could suffocate for lack of air. I was never short of breath, even though I only have less than a half of one lung that works. I never noticed it, except that I tire more often than others who do not have that problem."

"Were you then able to live a normal life?"

"Briefly, and as an example of my active life, when I was in Buenos Aires years later and took on the responsibility for the Christian children's magazine, El Puentecito, I was also teaching at a community college, I drove Eunice's car all around the city coming and going from my jobs. I think Eunice and my mother worried about me overdoing it.
Finally, throughout my lifetime I received five sentences of certain death or total paralysis. None of that has happened so far. As far as I know I am alive. I am well. Although currently, I've been going through a more difficult period due to total exhaustion after being a caregiver for Eunice and my beloved husband in their last years of life. It is very difficult to overcome and has even affected my mobility. If the Lord wills, I am not leaving just yet. I do believe I still have more to accomplish."

"Thank you, Mirtha, for sharing the story of your miraculous life, eighty years this June 17!"

"Yes, that is the story, a constant miracle. 
Miracles are not always noisy and sudden. God works as He wills. In my case, there was no instant miracle. Rather, it has been a daily miracle throughout these many long years. It is a miracle I live day by day that becomes so normal and natural that I often forget that my life is a miracle. However, we all live by miracles, as the Lord gives each of us the quota of health that we need."

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

1955

 

Casa Rosada and Plaza de Mayo

The new year in the southern hemisphere opens the series of summer events, such as vacation bible schools (if they were not held before Christmas), summer camps, annual conference (always during Carnaval), tent meetings. 

In January of 1955, two camp sessions took place in Las Albahacas, one for youth (4-12) and another for children (13-21). It appears that our family attended one of them.

Conference that year took place February 20-22. Mother wrote Sunday afternoon, February 27: 

Last Wednesday we got home from Río Cuarto. . . We had a very good conference this year, good spirit and good attendance. The Lord gave me liberty in giving my message and I thank Him for it.

I located a file folder labeled Mother's Messages and was pleasantly surprised to find the very message she gave to the women that year, confirmed by her handwritten note on the back, Río Cuarto- Conferencia 1955.

I learned more about the "unity of the Spirit" from reading this meditation, and about my mother's ways and her ministry contributions. There was a stack of 5" by 7" carefully typed double-sided 6 to 8 page typed message notes. On every one she had written on the back the location and date of delivery, and sometimes the number of people in attendance. Always the rounded corners as well, perhaps to fit exactly in her Bible.

Dad also gave a message. Mother wrote about it, 

Sam was to speak to the Young People's meeting which was from 4-6 in the afternoon. At 10 minutes of 6 they gave him the platform. He says at that time he didn't have too much desire to speak . . . the young man from La Carlota was in charge of the meeting and he just miscalculated and made the program too long. It was all very interesting even though a little long.

The letter continues,

This Monday Sam is going back to the interior for a tent meeting in La Carlota. Then the 15th we are expecting to begin one here in Don Basco. I trust we get all the necessary permissions if not I don't know if we can have them. Lynn Schrock is coming to help us. 

Thursday Sam went down to the Custom's house to get the packages. They would only let the one with the toys come through. 

These were probably the Christmas gifts that Grandma Hirschy mentioned in her diary. 

Tuesday, January 4, 1955 Took the trimmings off Christmas tree and wreaths and packed it all away. Daddy mailed 2 boxes to Argentina. 

Often getting things out of Custom's was difficult and costly, almost not worth the trouble. Yet the items that did get through brought joy. I remember reading the books and Sunday School papers that arrived over the years. One favorite series of children's books made a strong impression on me. I recently located and purchased a reprinted set of The Susie and Johnny Series.

Marshall's in their correspondence also mentioned the many trips to another town to pick up packages, and only being allowed to retrieve one, often sending the others back.

Mother continues in her letter, 

This next Thursday afternoon we plan to have our second women's meeting. There are lots of women who are willing to come to a meeting when their husbands are at work whereas they won't come to our other meetings.

Dad added a note: 

The work continues to go along very slowly. We often wonder if we'll have the courage to come back to this field . . . 

Forgot to mention that I had a tooth pulled which left a hole up into the facial cavity.

Then in the April 3rd letter, he said,

I've been visiting the dentist quite regularly this past week and have about three weeks ahead of me. I had 7 cavities and I still have the roots of a molar to be taken out. When a young dentist tried to pull it, he broke off the top leaving the roots. Now I have the same trouble that I had on the other side of my mouth - that hole which goes up into the cheek cavity . . . Kathryn needs to go to the eye doctor too. Aldo needs his tonsils out.

And among all the events of daily life, was my second trip to St. Cecilia's Conservatory of Music, and Lynn's first for our annual piano exam. Mother certainly made us look very spiffy. 

In the April 3rd letter, the day after Dad's 34th birthday, Mother wrote:

Fall is here and soon it will be winter. Yesterday we had a birthday but didn't do much celebrating. I wanted to make a cake but Sam wouldn't let me as he said I had too many other things to do. 

The 15th of March through the 24th we had our tent campaign. There were several decisions . . . Brother Schrock brought simple clear messages but it seems hearts are so hard. We had a lot of trouble this time in the care of the tent - pitched on a public plaza so all the boys of the neighborhood felt perfectly free to do what they wanted to. They threw potatoes, stones, clods, and even pieces of cement. Happily none of these things damaged the tent. However, the next to the last night they robbed two ropes. The fellow who takes care of the tent [don Pedro Olthoff] couldn't leave to eat with us except early in the morning for breakfast. The rest of the time we took his meals to him. 

On this earth we will not know the extent of the effect on those who heard the gospel that week in the tent, or outside, or by word of mouth. Dad wrote of an interesting encounter they had with a Jewish man, astronomy professor of the University of La Plata. He listened with considerable interest and respect. He said that he stood outside of the tent with his little boy. The next day the boy was singing "Libre estoy, libre estoy" (Free am I) and at first he didn't realize what it was, then remembered that it was the special music in the tent meeting the night before. 

 In the next few May letters, the need for a meeting place is evident.

May 1:  Last night we had a young people's meeting. There were 21 young folks in all. They seemed to have a very good time and have asked to have it every 2 weeks. . . The young folks from Mármol came also. We showed a filmstrip, "He Took My Whipping." Afterwards we served refreshments and they played games until 10:15. We always feel so handicapped for space. There we were just jammed in the living room. Fortunately it was a nice evening and not too cool so they could play outside, if not I just don't know what we would have done.

We've been looking around for lots but all of them are above 60,000 pesos and are so small. We've been wanting to buy a house with a nice lot beside it but the board doesn't have the money . . . . If we'd be able to get that, I'm sure the people here could build a temple on it and it would be such an asset to the work. The man has come down 25,000 pesos on the price he offered us first. It is a lot that is exceptionally large almost twice the depth of the others.

May 30: Next week we are going to have a council meeting in Río Cuarto and will be talking over the possibility of building here in Don Bosco . . . I confess I don't know what ought to be done - may the Lord give us wisdom. Our house is small and it is a private home which I'm sure keeps some from coming. 

May 10, the Marshalls left for their furlough in the US. Our family went to the airport to see them off. Lynn and I rode along with them in the Model A Ford, while Dad and Mother and Aldo went by train. We all came home in the car. Dad wrote: 

It was so nice to be able to come back so quickly and calmly. We're sorta tired of depending upon busses and trains. We have the Ford A now but I don't know for how long. Perhaps they'll leave it here for us.

However, Dad goes on to tell of a blessing that resulted from riding the bus.

About a month and a half ago a girl of about 19 began to attend our meetings as a result of meeting her on a bus. She has been very faithful and we have gotten to know her story a bit better these past couple days. She used to be in the Salvation Army. She was saved about 3 or 4 years ago and when she accepted the Lord she was asked to leave home. She went into the Salvation Army and became an officer. Due to ill health she had to leave that. Now she is living with her grandmother but . . . they don't get along too well. Last night her grandmother became angry with her and told her not to present herself for the meals today. So after Sunday School today she stayed with us. She is trying to secure a job but needs to know how to type . . . so she is going to come here to practice. For several Sundays now she has been teaching the little tots S.S. and Kathryn says she does real well. She also sang a special number for the young people's meeting and for the preaching service tonight.

Could she be the young woman next to Mother in this photograph labeled 1955? 

The same letter made reference to political unrest.

I suppose you have read some accounts of the recent political movements here in Argentina. For the past several weeks they have been publishing some of the most direct and clearest statements with regard to the catholic church in preparation for the separation of church and state. Now they have the separation and are changing the constitution in every point where this separation would affect it. And just in passing they are changing a few other things which will make it possible for them to make some treaty or agreement with foreign oil companies to come in and extract and refine petroleum. Perhaps this is really the big item they were after, but the separation of church and state is bound to bring betterment to the country. Last year the catholic church received 83,000,000 pesos from the national budget. To divert that sum into other channels ought to help some.

I did not understand what was going on at the time and do not even now grasp the full significance of what was taking place relatively close to where we lived. I do remember that from our home in Don Bosco we could hear the bombings.

Juan Perón had been president almost for as long as we had been in Argentina, and had experienced periods of unprecedented popularity. At this time, however, there was increasing discontent. 

June 16, 1955, in an attempt to murder the president, Argentine Naval Aviation and Air Force airplanes dropped 9 1/2 tons of ammunition on the Casa Rosada (House of Government) and its surroundings, killing 364 people, mostly civilians. Perón had been warned and was nearby in the Ministry of War. It was a very dark day in Argentine history. Perón was later ousted in a coup September 19, 1955.

In her diary entry of June 28, Grandma wrote: "Got letters from Kate & Sam. They are O.K. Sam walked thru the Plaza de Mayo the day before the shooting."

I have no more letters for 1955 after May 30. However, an excerpt from my grandparents' archives came to me.

December 1, 1955

We got a letter from Sam and Kathryn this week. They write, "Since we last wrote, we have been doing our share of making a stopping place for missionaries. We had the Dowdys with us November 10 through the 15. There were four of them and the first night we also had another lady from La Carlota, a Mrs. Marín. It was a pleasure to have her for she had attended the meetings all the time during our ministry in La Carlota. She was perhaps one of the most faithful to the meetings but we could never quite decide if she was really born again or not. She never prayed and we couldn't seem to talk to her on spiritual subjects without it being a monologue. Just a few weeks back she was baptized and a few months before she was truly born again. While talking with her one day I asked her why it was that we seemingly could never get close to her during our time in La Carlota. 'Well,' she said, 'I just wasn't one of the family yet.' 

As to the meetings here they are all going much better now . . . The S.S. continues to grow. There were 38 yesterday, and we just did not have seats for all of them. Please remember this in prayer. We need a building . . .

The Churchills arrived on the S.S. Argentina, November 13 at 9 a.m. They are staying at the Maconaghys right now and will be there until something definite is decided as to their location. 

Next Monday the 28, I go to Corral de Bustos for 10 days of meetings."

Godly perseverance kept my parents going in 1955 through the struggles of daily life and in the ministry.  And they we were protected amid political turmoil.

. . . for you know that the testing of your trust produces perseverance. 

But let perseverance do its complete work; 

so that you may be complete and whole, lacking in nothing.

James 1:3-4