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Tuesday, July 29, 2014


To be happy...

1.  Live and let live.

2.  Giving oneself to others. "If one gets tired, one runs the risk of being egoistic. Stagnant water is the first to be corrupted."

3.  Move a running river (quiet and peaceful) not a rocky stream.

4.  Take time to play with children; have a healthy culture of leisure, enjoying art and reading.

5.  Consider Sunday family time, try to make Sunday a day of rest.

6.  Help young people find employment.

7.  Care for the environment.

8.  Forget the negative.

9.  Respect those who think different than yourself.

10.  Actively seek peace.

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I've found this to be the best diet for lowering cholesterol, losing weight, and just being healthy. Try it and you'll agree. I've combined and simplified information from chosen tracts in the doctor's office.


Eat up to 5 ounces of meat, poultry, fish per day.

Lean cuts of meat.
Meats and fish should be broiled (pan or oven) or baked on a rack.
Trim all visible fat from meat before cooking and remove skin from poultry.
Chicken and turkey without skin.
Fresh or frozen fish, canned fish packed in water.
Shellfish (lobster and shrimp) no more than 2 times per week.
Other shellfish can be eaten 3 times per week.
Use egg whites and egg substitutes freely.
Beans / tofu.
Almonds, walnuts and peanuts (1 tablespoon) may be used as protein alternative to meat.

2 or more servings per day of milk, yogurt, cheese.

Fat-free or low-fat dairy products; skim or 1% milk.
Cheeses with no more than 3 grams of fat per ounce.
Low-fat yogurt.

Approximately 5 to 8 teaspoons per day of fats or oils.

Corn oil.
Olive oil.
Sunflower, safflower, soybean, cottonseed oils.

6 to 11 servings per day of breads, cereals, pasta, rice.

Whole-grain or enriched breads.
Crackers, melba toast, pasta, rice, corn, dried peas or beans may substitute for bread.
Whole-wheat pasta.
Whole-grain rice.
Plain baked potato.
Cereals (such as oatmeal) that are high in fiber and oat bran.

3 to 5 servings per day of fruits and vegetables.

Fresh fruits and vegetables.
Frozen or canned fruits with no added sugar or syrup.
Frozen vegetables.
Dried fruits.
Be sure to have at least one citrus fruit daily.
Eat most vegetables freely. One dark green (string beans, spinach) or one deep yellow (squash) is recommended daily.


Fresh fruit juices (approximately 4 ounces per day).
Black coffee.
Plain or herbal teas.
Sugar-free soft drinks.
Club soda or seltzer (salt-free).
Cocoa made with skim milk.

Snacks in limited amounts.

Low-fat frozen yogurt.
Plain popcorn.
Fruits / vegetables.
Unflavored gelatin or gelatin flavored with a sugar substitute.
Pudding made with skim milk.
Egg-white souffles.
Air-popped popcorn.

Use the following freely.

Vinegar, spices, herbs, nonfat bouillon, and mustard.


Egg yolks.
2% fat milk.
Sour cream.
Peanut oil.
Canned fruit in syrup.
Corn, lima beans, etc. should be eaten sparingly because of starch content.
Homemade cakes, cookies and pies prepared with unsaturated oils.
Baked chips.


Processed meats, such as bacon and bologna.
Remove the skin from poultry.
Hot dogs.
Fast-food hamburgers.
Organ meats (kidneys, liver).
Canned fish packed in oil.
Limit egg yolks to 4 per week, including those used in cooking.
Commercially baked beans with sugar and/or pork added.

Whole milk.
Swiss, American, cheddar cheese.
Cream cheese.
Puddings made with whole milk.
Whole milk yogurts and cheeses.
Nondairy cream substitutes.

Butter and margarine.
Bacon fat.
Coconut oil.
Solid shortening.
Cream sauces.
Examine labels on "cholesterol free" products for hydrogenated fats, a no-no.

Egg noodles.
Sweetened packaged cereals.

Vegetables prepared in butter or cream.

Ice cream.
Potato chips.
Buttered popcorn.
Jams and jellies.
Hydrogenated peanut butter.

Sugared fruit juices and soft drinks.
Cocoa made with whole milk and/or sugar.

Alcohol (some limited amounts are okay, but the measuring was so complicated that I simplified and just ruled it out).

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Tuesday, July 22, 2014


This is a story written by my Mom, then Julia Haugland, for a school English assignment when she was about 16, circa 1925.

Julia Haugland reading stories to children she's caring for, about five years after "Beth" was written

The golden sun slowly sinking behind the white snow-capped peaks of the Olympic Mountains cast a glorious ribbon of crimson in the mirrored water of Puget Sound. The almost perfect silence of the summer evening was broken by the sound of the slowly-working engine of a sand-barge passing by Sunny Bend.

Such was the doleful sound of the engine that it seemed to add to the desolation of life for Beth, who sat alone by the window, longing for a change from her lonesome life - longing to be like other girls. She had been compelled to end her education with that of the elementary school.

It had been a sad day when her mother had passed away. She was practically alone except for her loving father, one sister and two brothers, and a very few close friends who were the only source of sympathy for her. Since she was 18 years of age and the oldest of her father's children, it had become her lot to take the place of mother in the home, while her father found it necessary to work in the city. Though Beth thought life was a desolate place - thought it drudgery to stay at home to cook and scrub and clean and to do the countless other duties - she still was patient and willing to do her best for the welfare of her home. She had no hope whatsoever for her future. She was not permitted to make joyful plans for her happiness as were most girls at her age.

It was Saturday evening and Beth was anxiously waiting for her brothers and sister to come home from their school picnic. Supper was all prepared, so Beth had decided to take a little rest and was therefore allowing her mind to wander. Presently in came Bob, happy as a lark. "Hello Beth! How's ol' Sis? Got a letter from Dad! He's coming on the 7:15 boat. Oh, boy! Supper ready?"

"Yes, everything's ready," answered Beth, feeling a bit happier, "Where's Bill and Dorothy?"

"Oh, they're loafing along. Dorothy saw some posies and wanted Bill to help her pick some. C'mon, le's eat! I'm starved!" complained Bob, all pep.

"So, Dad's coming home tonight, did you say?" asked Beth somewhat enthused.

"Yeah! He says for us to meet him at the dock. D'ya think we can all go?"

"Well, you and Bill better go because Dorothy and I will have some supper ready for Dad. I know he'll be starved on a long trip like that after a hard day's work. And we'll have to do the chores, too, before dark," reasoned Beth.

"Ah! Stick something on the stove or in the oven and leave the chores 'til we come back," suggested Bob. "Won't that be OK?"

"Well, but you see, Bob, it'll be dark by that time and our lantern is broken and we can't do it in the dark," Beth argued.

"Aw well, have it your way!" grumbled Bob.

"You'd better start out now before you eat," Beth suggested. "It's quarter to seven already, and if you meet Bill and Dorothy on the way, tell Dorothy to hurry home, and you take Bill with you. Here's a sandwich." So it was agreed.

Meantime Dorothy came home with the "spoils" of the day. Her arms were laden down with bouquets of blue bells and daisies. She was a lover of flowers - of all nature, as it were - and so it was her privilege to decorate the home. She not only loved nature, but she also had a wonderful talent to produce art. Ever since starting High School, she often hinted that she would "love" to study art as her life career, but such a thing was not to be hoped for under present conditions of the home.

However, Dorothy helped Beth to prepare for the homecoming of Dad. It was not very often that Beth could coax a little help from her sister, as it was not in Dot's line to do housework. She "hated it," as she had so often confessed. But it would not do when Dad was coming home to spend Sunday with them. She must be willing so as to keep Beth and everyone else in good humor.

All was in readiness at 7:45 when the men folks came home. Beth and Dot were happy to see their father after his absence of two weeks. Beth was especially happy as she had kept within herself some secret plans to discuss with him.

A hearty meal was enjoyed by the family. The dishes were soon "out of the way." And it was time to talk over their accomplishments. Bill had been building on a rowboat and he told of his "air-castles" as a fisherman during the summer vacation. Bob was to play in the school orchestra entertainment and tours during the summer. Dot was all enthusiasm over the newly painted picture which was to be sent to the country fair as 1st prize. And Beth - why she hadn't anything to say it seemed. So on and on the children talked until they realized that the clock had struck eleven.

The next day was a busy one. Before Sunday School at 10 o'clock, the chores were to be done, the house was to be straightened up and the dinner was to be half-way prepared.

All except Beth and her father had left for Sunday School when Beth thought it the best opportunity to speak her wishes.

"Dad," she said, as they started to climb the uphill path, "I want to have a talk with you. Your know I have been so lonesome this last week. It seems that there is no hope for me. Here I stay at home every day without a chance in the world to get any peace. I'm getting tired of it all. I wish that in some way I might be able to attend the Nurses' Training School. You know it is just another year before Dot will be graduating from High School and maybe..." Beth stopped to ascertain her father's will.

"Beth, my dear girl, I have been thinking much of you these days. And I have a secret I want to disclose to you. How would you like to have...a step-mother?" he asked with some hesitation.

"Oh, but Daddy, you know what I think of step-mothers. You know what kind of a step-mother Mary Wilson has, and it seems that all step-mothers are alike in..." Again Beth was interrupted.

"But Beth, if you only knew what a sweet woman she is. She is the matron of a girls' home in Los Angeles. She's almost what I would call a God-sent mother to help unfortunate ones as we are. If you could only see her, Beth! I am going to bring her home with me in about three weeks. I'm sure, Beth, that you will be a happy girl when you see her and learn to know her."

"Maybe I would then have a chance to become something in this world. You know how long I have wished to be a nurse."

"Yes, Beth, it will be the best luck that could come to you."

"And maybe Dot will have a chance to attend art school a year from this coming autumn. You know how talented she is. Why, Dot could make fortunes in that sort of work."

"Yes, all will be well." Now they realized that they were in the presence of the church people and were almost on the church steps, so thus the conversation closed with happy hopes.

Sunday School came to a close and during the short recess before morning Worship, Beth was permitted to meet a few friends and to have a little chat, but that was all, before the service opened. During the service, Beth was embarrassed to detect a handsome young man's quick, shy glances at her. She noticed that he wore a neat suit of clothes and was, all in all, a well-groomed man - almost too much so to pay any attention to a hard-working girl like Beth. Nevertheless, the sermon was a blank speech by the time Beth realized that the service was drawing to a close. Such embarrassment had Beth never before experienced. To think that a handsome man had his eye on her was almost too much for her. However, as the opportunity presented itself, Beth found herself being introduced to one - Dick Coleridge. Never had she known such a likable personage. He shook her hand with a warm grasp that made Beth tremble and blush.

"Very glad to meet you, I'm sure, Miss Beth," said Dick in recognition of his introduction.

"How do you do?" replied Beth, shyly.

"Fine summer we had, wasn't it?"

"Yes, indeed," bid Beth, who was not a bit responsible for any comment on the summer.

The conversation was interrupted by a woman who wished to speak to Beth about some church program. She wanted to know if Beth thought Bob would play his saxophone "a week from this evening." Beth assured her that Bob would be willing. And so after usual inquiries of Beth's health and so forth the woman left, only to leave Beth to go home.

Beth could not forget that kind face of Dick Coleridge as she walked home ahead of the rest in order to prepare the noon meal. She felt somewhat positive that it wasn't the only time she would see him. Happy thoughts came to Beth. Probably her dreams would come true after all. Probably she would be like other girls in the near future.

The Sunday afternoon passed swiftly by, only to disclose the sunset - the end of a perfect day.

Beth's father must leave for work early in the morning - probably before daybreak. So Beth arose early to prepare a warm meal, and bade farewell to him.

What joy Beth experienced with her gay expectations. Life seemed a new place now. She would soon be loosed from the ties that kept her away from the outside world. She was treading on rosy paths. Life was really worth something after all. In just three more months Beth would be in training. She would send in her application immediately.

Two weeks passed by and the McDonald household was moving about so swiftly and working in such harmony that the change was almost unbelievable. They were happily making preparations for the expected "immigrant" to their home. Wouldn't it be strange to call someone "Mother" now, after the long absence of their own dear mother.

*  *  *  *

The first nine months of her training were strenuous ones, but Beth's strength was enough to "buck the tide." She was a new girl since she had been relieved of her motherly responsibilities at home. However, she had not neglected to "drop a few lines" to her home at least once a week. She continued to be the same sweet girl and was not in the least influenced by the "flapper" nurses who were there just for the hopes that after finishing their training course they would earn enormous salaries. They did not have the capacity of sweet sympathy of which a devoted nurse was a fortunate owner. To the latter type belonged Beth McDonald - a heaven-sent angel to have mercy on the suffering human being.

As she scurried from room to room to aid the patients, she was always cheerful, always radiating gladness and sunshine to the hearts of the unfortunate ones.

In one room there was a little girl suffering from the results of an accident. She was an enthusiastic admirer of Beth and was often heard asking for the "nurse that smiles at me and tells me stories." Another patient was a dear old woman who loved Beth as her very own daughter. She would often ask Beth to come to her home when the elderly lady would be able to leave the hospital - to leave her bed of suffering.

And so on through each day Beth was admired and loved by everyone.

A collision of two automobiles has sent three more patients to the hospital, and Beth was given the charge of Room 516, where she ministered to a young man for a week or so when the youth had acquired sufficient strength to converse with others. It was one sunny morning that he had an opportunity to speak to his sweet nurse. He had been studying her smiling face until he seemed to recognize her.

"Are you not the Miss Beth I met one Sunday morning in that country church about a year ago? If so, you probably remember me."

Beth was a little embarrassed to recognize this handsome gentleman who had been looking at her so much during that service so long ago.

"Why...uh...yes, I believe I do remember now when I think back...uh...your name is Dick Coleridge, is it not?"

"Yes, yes, that's it. Well, well, so you have become a nurse, and a good one at that."

Beth blushed at the sudden compliment, for she felt in her heart that there was something more than admiration for the young man.

However, as time flew by, and her new friend was recovering rapidly from his injuries, their acquaintance grew to deeper admiration of each other - and more than that. Dick confessed to himself that never before had he met such a "sweet little girl."

*   *   *   *

It was late afternoon on a beautiful summer's day! A car stopped in front of a new little bungalow on Parkland Street, surrounded by a velvet-like lawn, well-kept shrubbery and beds of beautiful flowers. The young man drew a long breath, and took the steps of the veranda three at a time, bursting into the living room. In an easy chair, watching for the young man's return, sat a little woman holding in her motherly arms a real "bundle of love." The man kissed the little mother and looked with fatherly love upon the little sleeping child in her arms.

Later at the table the man glanced over the evening paper and said, "Beth, dear, the dinner is wonderful. You get to be a better cook every day."

"Oh, Dick, babykins is crying."

Dick picked the baby up into his big arms and sat in the big easy chair to quiet the "sweet little thing" while Beth sat on the arm of the chair, with tears of joy in her eyes.

The fire in the hearth burned brightly and swiftly. Enfolding shadows closed slowly about the happy little home.

The End 

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Monday, July 21, 2014


The following are some of the sermons and talks given by my Dad, Clarence Herold Lund, in Korea during the Korean War.

Clarence Herold Lund  ~  November 11, 1908 - October 31, 1978

This is my first service in a Korean church.

I want to say that I am happy to be a messenger for God to you. My prayer is that you who are Christians may be used of God in persuading those who are lost in sin to turn to Christ who offers the abundant life.

Someone may ask, "Does it pay to be a Christian?"

Yes, it pays

1) From a physical standpoint.

A Christian will abstain from that which will harm him physically. A Christian is not a glutton nor a drunkard. A famous New York physician said, "A vicious person contains in his body the seed of his own destruction. The Christian is the best fitted of all persons to withstand disease and live healthily." To the Christian the body is the temple of the Holy Spirit.

2) It pays to be a Christian from a financial standpoint.

A true Christian is careful and thrifty. He does not waste his money in sinful pleasure.

Just think what this world would be like if all people were Christians. There would be no crime bill. Taxes would be cut. There would be no war. There would be peace and harmony between individuals and nations. Love would reign.

Some of the best business men I know attribute their success to the application of Christian principles in their business. The Golden Rule, which is: "Do unto others as you want others to do unto you," pays.

3) It pays to be a Christian from the intellectual standpoint.

Christianity always brings enlightenment  - intellectual progress. A true Christian does not have a closed mind. He is eager to learn that which is profitable and he is also eager to teach others the better ways of life.

4) The last thing I want to mention is that it pays to be a Christian from a moral and spiritual standpoint.

In living the Christian life we enjoy peace, joy and hope. We enjoy the blessings of a clear conscience. If we invest our lives in God's service He will reward us with the highest dividends.

Christianity offers an eternity of bliss where there will be no sorrow, no sickness and no death.

"Eye has not seen, nor has ear heard, nor has it entered into the heart of man what the Lord has prepared for those who love him."

For your families' sake, your country's sake and for your own souls' sake, I say, "Be a true Christian because it pays."


A talk given to Korean children

This evening I want to tell you about a little Russian boy. What I will relate to you took place when I was five years old. I was returning from Norway with my parents when we first saw the Russian boy. He was about 10 or 12 years old. We boarded the same train in New York. As we traveled westward we asked the little boy some questions. We said, "What is your name?" He answered, "North Dakota, North Dakota." We asked him where he came from and his reply was, "North Dakota, North Dakota." He could not understand us and we could not understand him. Due to the fact that we were traveling toward North Dakota and that his one reply to all our questions was, "North Dakota," we knew for sure where the little fellow was going. Furthermore, there was an address tag pinned to his clothing.

Why did the little boy leave his home in Russia? Why was he traveling alone? Where were his parents? These were some questions that we were asking ourselves. That the little boy was poor was apparent. One kind lady gave him a pair of her long stockings. He was so glad to receive them. He was also given some food that he ate with good appetite.

One day the little boy was looking at a picture in a newspaper. The picture was a war scene. He pointed to some dead people in the picture. Tears streamed down his little cheeks when he said, "Mamma, Papa." Then we knew that his mother and father had been killed in the war.

Why was he going to America? Who had paid his fare? Most likely some relative had furnished the fare and was offering the boy a home in the new world.

Boys and girls! We, too, are travelers. We as Christians are on our way to the wonderful Land of Promise. Jesus, our Saviour, has gone before us to prepare the heavenly home for those who love Him. May we, like the Russian boy, not fail to let people know where we are going. Our loving Saviour has promised us the ticket which does not cost us a cent. The ticket must be received by faith through grace. He has paid for the ticket by giving His life on Calvary's Cross. Simply by trusting in Christ as our Saviour and Lord we are guaranteed the heavenly home where good-byes are never spoken; where tears of sorrow are never shed; where there will never be any suffering. In that beautiful Land there will be no disappointments.

On the way may we not forget to be kind and honest. May we do all in our power to make the journey pleasant for all fellow travelers. May we not fail to tell the unfortunate people who know nothing about our Saviour that whosoever will may get on the salvation train that leads to Glory.

Let us pray:

Our dear heavenly Father, we thank Thee for Jesus, our Saviour, who has provided the eternal Home for us. We thank Thee for all the blessings that come to us as we travel day by day. Here we do not always understand each other but Thou dost understand each one of us. The more we know Thee the more we will love Thee. The more we love Thee the more we will love humanity. Love expresses itself in service so help us to serve Thee and humanity so that when we see Thee face to face we may hear "Well done."
In Jesus' Name, Amen.


This morning I want to say a few words to you about man's thirst for God.

"As the hart (or deer) panteth after the water brooks so panteth my soul after thee, O God. My soul thirsteth for God, for the Living God."
These words were read from the 42nd Psalm.

When the streams dry up and water is scarce, the deer does not waste any time in finding a place where its thirst can be quenched. It does not depend on anyone to bring it water. Shortly before I entered the chaplaincy, I saw two deer right next to our back yard in Nooksack, Washington. They had left the foothills of the Cascade Mountains, risking their lives in the search of water. The picture the Psalmist gives us is that of a deer panting after water in an arid region.

It must have water or it must die.

As surely as the deer thirsts after the water brooks, so man thirsts after God who gives the living water that satisfies the soul.

The tragedy is that man, as a rule, tries to quench his soul's thirst by drinking from the gutters of sin instead of enjoying the crystal clear fountain that flows from the throne of God.

As a young man in my teens I heard the most enticing invitation. It came from Him who is the same yesterday, today, and forever. Long ago He extended the very same invitation when He cried, "If anyone is athirst, let him come to me and drink. He, who believes in me - out of his innermost being streams of living water will flow." I accepted the invitation. My experience can be summed up in the words of the song writer:

"I heard the voice of Jesus say, 'Behold I freely give the living water; thirsty one, stoop down and drink, and live.' I came to Jesus and I drank of that life giving stream; my thirst was quenched, my soul revived, and now I live in Him."

By accepting the drink we are not only blessed but we become a blessing. When the sinful woman of Samaria drank of the living water, her life was changed. Before she had lived a life of shame, but by drinking of the water that was not in the well she became a respectable woman, a zealous missionary.

The greatest blessings that I have received have come to me because I accepted the Master's invitation. Life before me is filled with blessings, yes, eternal life is mine because of the life-giving water.

In Jesus' name I extend the invitation to you: "Let him that is athirst come. And whosoever will, let him take of the water of life freely! Amen.


Talk at a Korean orphanage

Dear Boys and Girls:

American boys and girls like to hear stories. Would you like to hear a story?

There was a little boy in America who was so fond of cherries. Do you have cherries in Korea? Cherries have a delicious flavor. They are sweet and juicy.

One day the little boy was walking down a road when he came to a cherry orchard. On the trees were good ripe cherries. When he saw them his mouth watered and he thought to himself, "Oh, I wish I could have some of those cherries!" But the little boy was honest so he would not steal even though he was hungry and the fruit was good tasting.

He was just leaving the orchard when he heard the deep voice of a big man - "Little boy! Little boy! Would you like to have some cherries?" The boy filled with joy said, "Yes, sir, I sure would."

"Well," said the man, who was the orchard owner, "you pick this little pail full of cherries for me - then you may have a handful of cherries." In a very short time the little fellow had picked all the cherries that the big man wanted, so the owner said, "Now, little man, you may have the handful of cherries." The boy looked at his little hand and then he looked at the big hand of the orchard owner. What do you think the little fellow said? He said, "You give me the handful of cherries."

So the big hand of the orchard owner grabbed a handful of cherries and gave them to the little boy - filling both his little hands to overflowing.

The orchard owner reminds me of God, our heavenly Father, who knows our needs. He loves us and He is willing to give us blessings not according to our little capacity but according to His wealth and measure.

It is through Jesus that we learn to know God as our heavenly Father. He will never die. He lives and He will supply the needs of all who trust Him.

Here is a verse from the Bible that I wish you will memorize:
"My God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus." - Philippians 4:19.


How to find real joy

First of all I want to say that real joy is not found in earthly wealth. So many in my home country say and think, "If I had a new home, or a new car, or a million dollars, I would be happy," but that is not true. Some of the wealthiest people in the world are the most miserable.

The prophet Habakkuk (3:17-18) said: "Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines, the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat; the flock shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls: yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation." What does this mean? For you Korean people it means that the rice and barley crops may fail; the vegetable crops may fail so that there will be no kimchi; the oxen may die so that you will have no meat and no animals to till the soil - yet you can have real joy. In a homeless, poverty stricken condition your life can bubble over with joy.

What is the secret? You say, "Chaplain! I want to be happy! Where can true happiness be found?" Did you hear what the prophet said? "Yet I will rejoice in the Lord."

Friends! Real joy is experienced by those who know and serve the Lord. In Paul's letter to the Galatians in the 5th chapter and the 22nd verse we read, "The fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, long-suffering, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, meekness, and temperance. Joy is the fruit of the Christian life.

There are different kinds of joy.

There is the joy of salvation.

When a poor lost sinner confesses his sins to the Lord and trusts in Christ as his Saviour - the result is joy.

"O happy day, that fixed my choice
On Thee my Saviour and my God!
Well may this glowing heart rejoice
And tell its raptures all abroad.
Happy day, happy day, when Jesus washed my sins away!
He taught me how to watch and pray, and live rejoicing every day."

Are you rejoicing today because your sins are forgiven and you are on your way to heaven? Jesus said, "I have come that your joy might be full."

There is also the joy of service.

David, the Psalmist, speaks of serving the Lord with gladness and coming before his presence with singing (Ps. 100:2). Oh, what joy the disciples experienced in serving the Lord - "The seventy returned with joy, saying, Lord, even the devils are subject unto us through thy name" (Luke 10:17).

In the Acts of the Apostles we read time and time again about the apostles' joy in suffering for Jesus' sake.

If you want real joy, my friend, you will find it in unselfish service.

The voice of the Lord says, "Whom shall I send and who will go for us?" (Is. 6:8). Happy is the man or woman, boy or girl, who answers, "Here am I. Send me."

Another source of joy is found in Christian fellowship.

"What a fellowship, what a joy divine
Leaning on the everlasting arms."

In Acts 8:5-8 we read, "Philip went down to the city of Samaria and preached Christ unto them. And the people with one accord gave heed unto those things which Philip spake, hearing and seeing the miracles which he did. For unclean spirits, crying with loud voices, came out of many that were possessed with them: and many taken with palsies, and that were lame, were healed. And there was great joy in that city."

Wherever Christ is received and obeyed there Christian fellowship is enjoyed. I believe the nearest thing to heaven on earth is the Christian home. What a blessed fellowship is enjoyed when mother, father and children all love the Lord. As Christians we rejoice in the well-being of our fellow men. The Apostle John wrote to Gaius: "I rejoiced greatly when the brethren came and testified of the truth that is in thee, even as thou walkest in the truth. I have no greater joy than to hear that my children walk in the truth."

A great source of joy is the Christian's hope.

We rejoice because "all things work together for good to them that love God" (Romans 8:28). The future for the Christian is brighter than the past and the present. Some day, my friends, we shall be at home with the Lord where sorrow, sickness and death will be no more. In His presence there will be fullness of joy. For God's people, joy cometh in the morning.

In the 8th chapter of Acts we read about Philip the Evangelist who led an African to Jesus. In the 39th verse we read, "The Spirit of the Lord caught away Philip, that the eunuch saw him no more: and he went on his way rejoicing." Most likely most of you will never see me again. My prayer is that you, like the African, may leave this place rejoicing because your names are written in heaven and because you are in the center of God's will.

May the Lord be with you until we meet where tears are never shed and where good-byes are never spoken.

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from JULY 4 to SEPTEMBER 8, 1923

The most difficult time of my life was when my mother, Julia Serena Lund, passed away on January 23, 1996, and I flew back to Washington for the funeral. The hardest part was to arrive at her home on Camano Island and not find her there. The horrible words I had heard on the phone were true. She was gone.

The spirit of the home was absent. Mom wasn't nervously about her usual business of making her company happy. The television was dark and silent. She wasn't there to greet us with hugs, relieved that we had made it there safely. There were only us children, crying on each other's shoulder, looking into each other's eyes, sharing our heartbreak. Mom lived a good Christian life, and we knew God was giving her His eternal mercy and love, but O, how we missed her, and always will!

I spent five days and four nights in her house, constantly spending my waking hours seeking familiar and sentimental things to remember her by. There was so much I still didn't know about this wonderful woman, and she wasn't there to answer my countless questions. I had told her that I love her many, many times, but how I wanted to tell her just one more time! And so I did, in prayer. At one point, while alone in the house, I sat in her chair and got into the same position that was described to me that she was in when she died; and I let the tears and prayers flow.

Although I searched the house for things that would bring me even closer to Mom, it wasn't until just before leaving that my sister-in-law found for me the most wonderful thing of all - a diary! In all my searching I had somehow overlooked it, but there it was - a 73-year-old Student's Note Book No. 1, filled by my mother's hand in penciled script. Here you can read her words.

I tried my best to keep the wording unchanged, correcting only a few obvious errors in grammar (Mom would be proud of me for doing that). But I purposely left some minor mistakes intact, and left the spelling for Pappa as she wrote it. By speedometer, I assume she meant odometer, and that the odometer in their car registered only three digits.

There is a lot of repetition in this diary, but it's reminiscent of a time when life was orderly and proper, notwithstanding the long stormy night following the trailer accident. And we'll probably find a time in our oftentimes grueling workdays to remember Mom's words, "Was over to help Mrs. Gronaas all day," and smile.

I didn't know that such a diary existed of Mom's move to the Northwest when she was only 14 until it was handed to me that day. And what a joy it is for me to know this remarkable and wonderful woman a little bit better! I hope you, too, will enjoy it.

From left to right:  Miriam, Wesley, Dagny, Evelyn, Julia, George, and Gidia & Peter Haugland

READY TO START   -   Milan [Minnesota] to Benson

Wednesday, July 4, 1923 -
Country looking fine, rye fields nearly ready for harvest, good roads. Arrived at Benson OK at 9:15 p.m.
Between Milan and Benson was 53 miles. (Had a good night's rest.)

Thursday, July 5, 1923 -
Leaving Benson 10:40 a.m.
Nineteen miles from Benson delayed 20 minutes fixing blowout.
When we came to Starbuck we bought a new tire.
On the outskirts of Starbuck we were delayed again 1 hour and 10 minutes on account of a bad tire. When we came to Glenwood we bought another new tire.
Roads were fine between Benson and Starbuck.
Roads between Starbuck and Glenwood were fine.
Roads between Glenwood and Alexandria were fair.
Arrived at Alexandria 6:50 p.m. where we found a very nice tourist camp. Here we enjoyed a good supper and a good night's rest, and the beautiful park.

Friday, July 6, 1923 -
Left Alexandria tourist camp at 2:50 p.m. From Alexandria we took trail No. 3 to Fergus Falls. Passed the Alexandria cemetery where the noted Senator Knut Nelson is buried.
We took a picture of the car and trailer on the road to Fergus Falls about 10 miles from Alexandria.
The road is just splendid. Stopped 50 minutes for lunch by a beautiful lake about 27 miles from Alexandria.
Arrived at Fergus Falls OK at 6:00 p.m. Friday the 6th. Roads were excellent between Alexandria and Fergus Falls. Camped at the fair grounds (as that is the tourist camp) over night.

Saturday, July 7, 1923 -
Left Fergus Falls at 8:45 a.m. Pappa not feeling very well. Passed the Fergus Falls Insane Asylum and saw the insane people marching. Stopped on the road 50 minutes draining off oil on car.
Stopped about 1 hour and 15 minutes at Moorhead tourist camp and had lunch by the Red River. After lunch we crossed the river to Fargo. We were at Fladseths' place for supper. Pappa ate a little but not well.

Sunday, July 8 -
Stayed at Fladseths' all day, had a very nice time. Pappa not any better.

Monday, July 9 -
Pappa was so sick he had to go up to Halleck to see the doctor. Doctor said that it was appendicitis and that he had to take an operation the coming Thursday morning. Mamma went with Pappa up as far as Crookston, Minnesota in the car, and then Pappa took the train from there up to Halleck, Minnesota. We are still at Fladseths'.

Tuesday, July 10 -
Mamma stayed up in Crookston all day, and came back at 10 o'clock p.m.

Wednesday, July 11 -
Got a letter from Pappa in which he said he was in hospital in bed to rest 24 hours before the operation.

Thursday, July 12 -
Mrs. Fladseth's mother came last night and is here visiting to-day.

Friday, July 13 -
This morning Mrs. Carl Nelson from Milan came over to see Mamma at 8 o'clock. Had some mail, from Hillsboro and Milan.
Was over to see the Agricultural School grounds. Went to the store and bought some bread and tried to get some potatoes. When we came back we had lunch.

Saturday, July 14 -
Stayed home in the morning. After noon I went across the street to a family named Gronaas to wheel their baby. Mamma went on the train up to Halleck to see Pappa and came back Monday evening. Pappa was doing as well as could be expected.

Sunday, July 15 -
Was over to help Mrs. Gronaas a little while in the morning and then went home as they were going out in the country for dinner. I had dinner at home. Fladseths had company in the afternoon.

Monday, July 16 -
Went over to help Mrs. Gronaas all day. She went with the baby to the hospital and didn't come back until dinner time. I had dinner ready when she came home. Mamma came back from Halleck around ten o'clock that evening. Pappa had to have that sore opened again Monday because it pained him.

Tuesday, July 17 -
Was over to help Mrs. Gronaas all day.

Wednesday, July 18 -
Was over to help Mrs. Gronaas all day. Went out for a ride in the evening.

Thursday, July 19 -
Was over to help Mrs. Gronaas all day.

Friday, July 20 -
Was over to help Mrs. Gronaas all day. Mamma got a card from Mrs. Harry Frost. She said that Pappa could sit up Sunday and have some ice cream.

Saturday, July 21 -
Mamma and I were to St. John's Hospital to see Miss Johnson, a nurse. Mr. Gronaas took us over. Was over to help Mrs. Gronaas all day.

Sunday, July 22 -
Was over and helped Mrs. Gronaas a little in the morning. Gronaas's family and I and some other people went out and had our chicken dinner by the river. Came home and went over to Fladseths'. Margaret made some fudge (candy) and treated us.
It was so hot we had to lie around in the evening. It got cooler so Mamma & Evelyn & Miriam & George walked down to the depot and wrote a letter to Mrs. Dr. Frost and walked back again.

Monday, July 23 -
I went over to help Mrs. Gronaas all day. In the afternoon Teiens came after Mamma and three of the children and went out for a ride. They saw the cemetery, two parks, and many pretty places of interest.

Tuesday, July 24 -
I went over to help Mrs. Gronaas all day. She washed clothes. Mrs. Eklund invited Mamma to come over there and pick some peas and beans and then they had a lunch. And after a while they went out for a ride, Mamma, Evelyn & Miriam. Mamma had letter from Pappa.

Wednesday, July 25 -
Went to help Mrs. Gronaas. Mamma and Mrs. Eklund went to tent meeting in the evening.

Thursday, July 26 -
Was over to help Mrs. Gronaas all day. Mrs. Gronaas sent me over with some bread for Mamma. Mamma washed clothes to-day which is a rainy day. Alma and Evelyn went to prayer meeting in the evening with Eklunds.

Friday, July 27 -
Was over to help Mrs. Gronaas all day. Mrs. Gronaas cleaned the house after their roomers. Mamma ironed and mended clothes today. Mrs. Gronaas sent over some corn on the cob this evening.

Saturday, July 28 -
Was over to help Mrs. Gronaas all day. Mamma got a letter from Pappa in the morning in which he said that he was out of the hospital and that he was going down to Crookston, so Mamma went up to Crookston to meet him on the noon train. We were all very glad to hear that Pappa was able to come out of hospital.

Sunday, July 29 -
Was over to Gronaas's all day. Evelyn and Alma went with Eklunds to church. We had rainy weather all afternoon. Towards evening I went with Gronaases out in the country to Brubakkens'. Here we stayed and had a little lunch and looked around on the farm. I had a few chokecherries from their trees. I got some clothes from Margaret Brubakken. Then we started out for home. When we got to Harwood we went with a lady and her little boy to their home in Fargo.

Monday, July 30 -
Was over to help Mrs. Gronaas all day.

Tuesday, July 31 -
Was over to help Mrs. Gronaas all day. She washed clothes to-day. Went out for a ride in the evening.

Wednesday, August 1 -
Was over to help Mrs. Gronaas all day. Evelyn and Alma went with Eklunds to prayer meeting in the evening.

Thursday, August 2 -
Was over to help Mrs. Gronaas in the morning. Evelyn got a letter from Pappa in the morning. In the afternoon Mrs. Gronaas said that Oscar and I could go downtown and look around. We had a very good time. Came back on the street car. After supper I went home and was so surprised to see Pappa and the rest of them back, as we thought they were coming tomorrow. Went out for a ride with Gronaases.

Friday, August 3 -
Helped Pappa and Mamma pack all morning. Mamma and I went over to Mrs. Gronaas for a little while. Mrs. Gronaas gave me 50 cents. We went home again and helped with the packing. At noon time I went over again to Gronaas's to say good-bye. Mr. Gronaas gave me another 50 cents (which made it $1 from Gronaases). Had dinner and washed up the dishes and left Fargo at 3:55 p.m. Arrived at Aneta at 11:30 p.m. Camped in the Lutheran church yard. Got into bed when it was 11:45 p.m. It was a very cold night.

Saturday, August 4 -
Got up in the morning and washed ourselves, packed up and started off again. We went to a farm near Mamma's land and pitched our tent. Then we had a little to eat, and then unpacked our stuff. Then we went to town after some bread. When we came back we had supper. After supper we washed ourselves and went to bed. Had a good night's rest.

Sunday, August 5 -
Got up and had breakfast. After breakfast we washed the dishes and started to get ready to go to Romness. Just as we got ready to go, it started to sprinkle, so Pappa had to put on the side curtains on one side of the car. But it stopped raining when we started out. When we came to Romness we went to Halvor Johnson where they were going to have Sunday School. We got there just in time for S.S. Had a very nice S.S. Then we went up to McVille to see if there was going to be a meeting in the evening, but we found that there was going to be a meeting in Hamlin. So we went out there to Gilbertsons' but only their oldest girl, Harda, was home. So we went over to George Nelson's where we had a good supper. After supper we were to church. Just as we started out it started raining hard so Pappa had to put the side curtains on the other side of the car. When we got a ways from Nelsons' we had to stop in the shelter of some trees until it stopped raining. When it had stopped we started out again, but soon had to stop again on a farm. When it stopped raining we started out again. The roads were so slippery that we had to go in to Gilbertsons'. Here we stayed over night and had a very good night's rest.

Monday, August 6 -
Got up in the morning and had a very good breakfast at Gilbertsons'. After breakfast we started out again. Came home and had dinner. Then Pappa and Mamma, Mrs. Sigardson and three of the children went to town. When they came back we had supper and washed the dishes, and then washed ourselves and went to bed. Had a good night's rest.

Tuesday, August 7 -
Camped all day. Pappa rested all day on account of not feeling strong after his operation.

Wednesday, August 8 -
Pappa painted the house on Mamma's farm.
Pappa, Mamma, Miriam and George went to Aneta, then they went to Romness to visit friends. The rest of us children had supper with Sigurdsons. After we got through with supper Pappa and Mamma came home. Then we washed ourselves and went to bed.

Thursday, August 9 -
Pappa painted some more on Mamma's house. Camped all day.

Friday, August 10 -
Got up and had breakfast and then started to pack up our things. Got ready to leave Sigurdsons' farm at 4:45 p.m. Drove 40 miles. Got to Hannaford tourist camp at 8 o'clock. Had a good night's rest.

Saturday, August 11 -
Got up in the morning and packed our things. Left Hannaford tourist camp at 7 o'clock a.m. Got to Jamestown tourist camp at 11:45 a.m. and had our dinner. Left Jamestown tourist camp at 3 o'clock p.m. Arrived at Stelle camping ground at 7:30 p.m. Pitched our tent and had supper and then went to bed.

Sunday, August 12 -
Got up in the morning, feeling fine after a good night's rest. Pappa and George went to church. When they came home we packed up and started out again. We went as far as Mandan tourist camp where we had supper, then after supper we started out again. We were going to try to get to Flasher, N.D. but when we were about 4 miles from Flasher (it was a dark night) we were going down a rough hill so that the trailer was rocking up and down and all of a sudden the handle of the trailer broke and the trailer and everything that was in it tipped into the ditch. So we had to stop there over the night. Before we went to bed we had to pitch tent and put all the stuff into the tent. We didn't get into bed until about 1 o'clock that night. During the night it was so windy that Pappa and Mamma had to hold the tent poles so that the tent wouldn't blow down. They didn't get to bed until quite late.

Monday, August 13 -
Got up in the morning and started to straighten out our things. Pappa fixed the trailer, and then we started to load our things into it. Left there at 3:15 p.m. Had awful bad roads to Flasher and Carson. When we came to the hills Mamma and all of us children had to get out and push the car up the hill. The country was nothing but hills. We struck a nice road quite a ways before we came to Carson. When we had passed Carson we took the wrong road so we had to turn back and go about 1 1/2 miles before we got on the right road again. When we came to Heil we camped for the night.

Tuesday, August 14 -
Got up at 6:30 a.m. feeling fine after a good night's rest. Had breakfast, left Heil at 9:30 a.m. When we left Heil the speedometer read 96. Got to Stroms' place around 6 o'clock p.m. When we came to Stroms', Johnsons were there visiting. Had a good supper, and then had a good wash and went to bed.

Wednesday, August 15 -
Got up in the morning refreshed after a very good night's rest. Had breakfast. After breakfast we visited with Stroms. Had a good dinner. After dinner I took up crocheting patterns. At supper time when we were all seated down at the table, Nelsons came over to visit. Had a very nice evening. After they went we all got ready for bed.

Thursday, August 16 -
Got up after a good night's rest. Visited with Stroms all day.

Friday, August 17 -
Pappa and Mamma packed up all our stuff. Left Stroms at 4:15 p.m. Got to Gascoyne, N.D. at 6:45 p.m.

Saturday, August 18 -
Got up in the morning after a good night's rest. Left Gascoyne at 7:25 a.m. When we got to Buffalo Springs, Pappa mailed some letters. Fourteen miles from Gascoyne we had a blowout. Were delayed 20 minutes fixing tire.
(At Mandan we made such good time that we gained 1 hour. We had to change our watch to the mountain time.)
Had dinner in the Marmarth tourist camp. Crossed the boundary line between North Dakota and Montana at 3:55 p.m. Got to Ismay, Mont. around 7:30 p.m. and camped over night in the tourist camp.

Sunday, August 19 -
Got up in the morning after a good night's rest. Had breakfast. The altitude of Ismay, Mont. is 2550 ft. above sea level. Camped over night here.

Monday, August 20 -
Got up in the morning after a good night's rest. Left Ismay camp grounds at 6 o'clock a.m. Drove as far as Miles City, which is 97 miles from Ismay, where we had dinner. Left Miles City camp ground at 2:20 p.m. Drove all afternood. Got to Forsyth, Mont. at 6:55 p.m. where we camped over night.

Tuesday, August 21 -
Got up in the morning after a good night's rest. Had breakfast. Left Forsyth camp ground at 2:05 p.m. Drove all afternoon. Had pretty bad roads. Got to Billings camp ground at 5:30 p.m. We had to pay 50 cents to get into the grounds, but it sure was worth 50 cents because of the gas stoves, nice toilets, warm and cold shower baths, and everything was very handy there. Camped there over night.

Wednesday, August 22 -
Got up in the morning after a good night's rest. Had breakfast and dinner there. Left Billings camp ground at 3:30 p.m. The population of Billings is 15,100. We traveled 118 miles on August 21. Got to Columbus camp ground at 7:00 p.m. Before coming to Columbus we saw some wonderful landscapes. The Yellowstone River runs by Columbus. The population of Columbus is 987. It is the county seat of Stillwater County. Camped at Columbus camp ground over night.

Thursday, August 23 -
Got up after a good night's rest. Left the Columbus camping ground at 8:00 a.m. Three miles out of Columbus we took a picture of a beautiful scenery. Had dinner in a nice shady place about 17 miles from Big Timber. Left the dinner place at 2:00 p.m. Stopped on the road about 10 miles from Livingston to put the canvas over the car because we got caught in the rain. After we had been there about 10 minutes we started again. Got to Livingston at 7 o'clock - a nice shady camp ground. Camped there over night. Rained quite a bit during the night. Drove 92 miles today.

Friday, August 24, Pappa's birthday -
Got up in the morning after a good night's rest. Had breakfast. Packed up and started out again at 11:30 a.m. Had dinner by a nice spring in Gallatin National Forest where we took a picture of us children wading in the water and Pappa standing beside us. Left there at 2:20 p.m. We had paved roads for 6 miles out of Bozeman. Had to detour from Belgrade. Had very nice roads. Got to Three Forks, Mont. camp ground at 4:50 p.m. Had supper there, and camped there over night. Drove 69 miles today.

Saturday, August 25 -
Got up in the morning after a very good night's rest. Rained quite a bit during the night. Had breakfast. Left the Three Forks camp ground at 10:15 a.m. Had very good roads all the way. Took pictures on the Continental Divide. It sure was beautiful scenery over the Rocky Mountains. The roads were just splendid over most of the Rockies. Got to Butte about 5:30 p.m. Drove 79 miles. There was a very nice camp ground in Butte. They had electric stoves, electric toaster, and oven where we could bake anything we wanted to, and everything that was necessary for preparing meals. They also had a dining room where we could eat our meals, a laundry where all the necessary things for washing clothes were, and all nice toilets and shower bath. Had a very good time. Stayed there over Sunday.

Sunday, August 26 -
Was in the community house where we got some maps. Took a shower bath in the afternoon. Stayed there over night.

Monday, August 27 -
Got up after a good night's rest. Had breakfast. Left the Butte camp ground at 9:00 a.m. Had pretty good roads all the way to Missoula. Got to Missoula camp ground at 7:00 p.m., which is located about a mile out of town, where they had electric lights, tables, plenty of shade, nice big Norway pines, good soft water. Camped there over night. Drove 141 miles.

Tuesday, August 28 -
Got up in the morning after a very good night's rest. Left the Missoula camp ground at 9:00 a.m. The city of Missoula is located in the Bitterroot Valley, which is 5 to 25 miles wide, and about 125 miles long. Had dinner under some nice big Norway pines, which was about 1 1/2 miles from Alberton. We saw many beautiful sceneries. Came to the "Camel's Hump," which is a little ways from Cabin City, about 5:30 p.m. Was climbing the "Camel's Hump" for about 1 1/2 hours. We camped at the foot of the Camel's Hump over night. It sure was a beautiful place to camp. There was a nice little spring where we camped. Drove 92 miles.

Wednesday, August 29 -
Got up in the morning after a very good night's rest. Pappa took a picture of the place. Left the "Trout Creek Camp" at 11:50 a.m. Climbed up a very big hill, and turned a very bad place what they call a switchback. Had dinner just before we started to climb the Bitterroot Mountains. Got to a camp ground at 7:00 p.m. Was not a very nice camp ground. Drove 69 miles. Had supper and then went to bed.

Thursday, August 30 -
Got up in the morning after a good night's rest. Had breakfast. Left the camping ground at 8:30 a.m. Saw many beautiful sceneries. Got to Spokane, Wash. at 2:00 p.m. Had dinner. After dinner we took a shower bath while Pappa washed the car. After Pappa washed the car we were going to see the Methodist Church and see different places in town, but the connection wires between the batteries got wet so he couldn't get the car started. So we couldn't go. Had supper and then went to bed.

Friday, August 31 -
Got up in the morning after a good night's rest. Had breakfast. After breakfast we straightened up a little. Then had dinner. After dinner we went to see the Methodist Church, and visited with Fields. We didn't see Rev. Field because he was in Butte, Mont. We had a very nice time. Oliver made a good lunch for us. Then we went back to our camp and had supper. While we were having supper Mrs. Rev. Field and two of her sons came down to visit with us. Had a very nice visit with them.

Saturday, September 1 -
Got up in the morning after a good night's rest. Had breakfast. Then started to pack up our things. Left Spokane tourist camp at 9:45 a.m. Speedometer registered 92 when we left Spokane. Took the Sunset Trail from Spokane to Seattle. Bought some apples and had a good treat. Drove 110 miles. Got to Coulee City camp ground about 6:30. Had supper and camped there over night.

Sunday, September 2 -
Got up in the morning after a good night's rest. Had breakfast. Packed up our things, left the camp ground at      a.m. The speedometer registered 02 when we left Coulee City camp ground. Drove 105 miles. Got to a nice camp where we camped over night.

Monday, September 3 -
Got up in the morning after a good night's rest. Had breakfast. Left the camp ground at 8:00 a.m. Got to the top of the Cascade Mountains at 9:00 a.m. The elevation of the summit is 4071 feet. After we had crossed the Blewett Pass we got on another summit. It was so easy to climb that we didn't even know we had started to climb it. The elevation of this summit was 3070 feet. Had dinner at CleElum, Wash. tourist camp. After dinner we drove on. Got to Seattle, Wash. at 6:00 p.m. Before we came into Seattle the roads were so crowded for a while that we could only go 10 miles per hour, but that was because there was a wreck ahead of us. In Seattle they have a very nice tourist camp. They have a nice kitchen where there are stoves, an electric oven, tables, a nice sink, hot and cold water, a nice place to wash dishes, shower baths, bath tubs, community house, and the street car line runs right by the camp. Had supper, pitched our tent and then went to bed.

Tuesday, September 4 -
Got up in the morning after a very good night's rest. Pappa, Mamma, Wesley and George went up town to see Rev. Vereide.

Wednesday, September 5 -
Pappa, Mamma, Wesley and George had to get up early because they were going on the boat and that left at 7:00 a.m. They were away all day. They were down on the seashore for a picnic. We girls were home alone all day. Pappa and Mamma came home while we were having supper.

Thursday, September 6 -
Got up in the morning after a very good night's rest and had breakfast. After dinner we girls went up to the park to see the animals. We saw polar bears, glacier bears, black bears, tigers, lions, coyotes, foxes, panthers, monkeys (Sarah and Domino), canaries, cockatiels, golden pheasants, silver pheasants, goats, snakes, kangaroos, elephant, camel, beaver, (Alaska), peacocks, eagles, owls, ostriches, white mice, mud turtles, ponies, horses, and chipmunks. When we came home Pappa, Mamma, Wesley and George went to Ladies Aid. Came back at supper time. After supper they went up to see the church.

Friday, September 7 -
Got up after a good night's rest. Had breakfast, and then packed up our things. Had dinner. Left the camp at 1:40 p.m. Speedometer registered 57 when we left Seattle. Got to Bellingham at 7:00 p.m. Camped in the Methodist Church basement. Had supper and then went to bed.

Saturday, September 8 -
Got up in the morning after a very good night's rest. Mamma made pancakes for breakfast which tasted very good.

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