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“THREE SCORE YEARS AND TEN” MISSIONARY WORK IN CHINA
Amy Moore
scalding the big pans of milk on the top of the stove to make some clotted cream to eat with the fresh
bread that always smelled so good. Sometimes, when it was less busy, Auntie would make cream
puffs and cut sandwiches and we would all go off for a picnic, usually, in those days, to places where
the pink and white wild everlastings grew in profusion and made a lovely carpet of flowers as far as
the eye could see. I always took home a bunch of everlastings to Mother, and they lasted until the
following year.
From left:
Back row: Eric Mercer, Percy Tassell, Harry Shackleton, Bram Hayward, Les
Mercer
Centre row: Ella Carter, Ruby Carter with Joyce, Mabel Weir with Mary, Vi
Mercer with Linda, Frank and Elizabeth Mercer with Beth between them, Elsie
Tassell with Kathleen, Bessie Shackleton with Gwen, Doris Hayward with Winnie,
Harry Tassell
Front row: Ern Carter, Jim Weir, Ruth Carter, Ethel Tassell, Amy Weir with
Ernie Hayward, Will Hayward, Cliff Tassell, Win Carter, Olive
Mercer,Elsie Tassell, Ron Mercer.
That year of my seventeenth birthday, Win came back with me to have a holiday in Perth and,
although she had other relations in Mount Lawley, she spent the first part of the holiday with me. On
the first Sunday night back, we went to the Baptist Church and found there was a special ‘Mission’
going on. A group of Methodist laymen were just completing a series of meetings they had been
holding during the week. Mr. Frank Rogers and Mr. Arthur Hill were the leaders, and Mr. Rogers
spoke that night on ‘Full Surrender’, a subject new to me, but which caught my attention from the start.
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Amy Moore
scalding the big pans of milk on the top of the stove to make some clotted cream to eat with the fresh
bread that always smelled so good. Sometimes, when it was less busy, Auntie would make cream
puffs and cut sandwiches and we would all go off for a picnic, usually, in those days, to places where
the pink and white wild everlastings grew in profusion and made a lovely carpet of flowers as far as
the eye could see. I always took home a bunch of everlastings to Mother, and they lasted until the
following year.
From left:
Back row: Eric Mercer, Percy Tassell, Harry Shackleton, Bram Hayward, Les
Mercer
Centre row: Ella Carter, Ruby Carter with Joyce, Mabel Weir with Mary, Vi
Mercer with Linda, Frank and Elizabeth Mercer with Beth between them, Elsie
Tassell with Kathleen, Bessie Shackleton with Gwen, Doris Hayward with Winnie,
Harry Tassell
Front row: Ern Carter, Jim Weir, Ruth Carter, Ethel Tassell, Amy Weir with
Ernie Hayward, Will Hayward, Cliff Tassell, Win Carter, Olive
Mercer,Elsie Tassell, Ron Mercer.
That year of my seventeenth birthday, Win came back with me to have a holiday in Perth and,
although she had other relations in Mount Lawley, she spent the first part of the holiday with me. On
the first Sunday night back, we went to the Baptist Church and found there was a special ‘Mission’
going on. A group of Methodist laymen were just completing a series of meetings they had been
holding during the week. Mr. Frank Rogers and Mr. Arthur Hill were the leaders, and Mr. Rogers
spoke that night on ‘Full Surrender’, a subject new to me, but which caught my attention from the start.
147
