Sunday, November 6, 2022

Down Memory Lane

On Sunday, NOVEMBER 13th at 10:30 am, the Ralston First Baptist Church will celebrate its 125th year since formation. The present congregation invites former pastors and members to return for a time of remembrance and thankfulness. A fellowship lunch will follow the service and all are welcome to attend. 

The church marked its centennial year on November 9, 1997.  This week, twenty-five years hence, seemed an appropriate time to present some visual remembrances from decades ago.
Centennial Service - 1997
Mary and Ray Moffeit at the
 Centennial Celebration. Ray
 pastored during the 
centennial  year.











How shall they call on Him in whom they have not believed?
And how shall they believe in Him of whom they have not heard?
And how shall they hear without a preacher?
And how shall they preach unless they are sent? As it is written:
"How beautiful are the feet of those who preach the gospel of peace, 
Who bring glad tidings of good things!" 
Romans 10: 14-15
Centennial Service
Centennial Lunch in the Unfinished Fellowship Hall

Rick Rice and John Crowley, who pastored the church from
1974-1979. 
Charles Welch, interim pastor in 1984, 1986, 1988,
 visiting with Geraldine Forbes. Bro. Charles and Geraldine
are both deceased. 
Joe Urbon, oldest pastor in attendance, visited with
Pam Morris Felix. He came as pastor in 1960. He 

passed away in 2009.
Gregg, Krystal, Whitney, Kallie, and Torie Engle at his
ordination when he pastored at Ralston FBC.
20 years ago at the Centennial, he touched hearts
as he sang, "Precious Memories" and the girls
sang, "Come Just As You Are."


Ralston FBC was Larry Wilson's first pastorate
 in 1986. He and Debbie enjoyed reuniting with
friends at the 100th anniversary in 1997.
              Those who are wise shall shine 
Like the brightness of the firmament,
And those who turn many to righteousness
Like the stars forever and ever.
Daniel 12:3






On November 5, 2017, the congregation of Ralston Baptist Church observed the 120th Anniversary of Its Founding
Below are a few photos from the day.

Former Pastors - Ray Moffeit, Michael Ridgway, and Jon Ogle


Kathy Sawyer Smith and Joan Higgins


Wayne, Carson, and Crystal  Dilbeck
Briley, Janet, and Kelbi Smith
Cailea and Barbara Rice
 
Bruce and Pat Myers
Carol Bledsoe and Nancy Wills
 
Chloe Cox, Paisley and Emily Yarnell
Kristy and Lee Bryant Bledsoe
Kelly, Michael, Arizona, Rachel, and Chris Ridgwa

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Gayle Reynard and Ruby Bentley


                                 


Dr. Charles and Nancy Wills
              
   

Tawnya and Carolyn Watkins

Greg and David Goad
Rick Rice and Becky Laughlin
Jim and Edna Brooks with their great granddaughter, Raelyn
Krystal and Josh Corley

Sandy Wudener, Debbie Mote, and Jolie Woods
Wanda Nix and Sue Sparks

        
Kimberly and Rochester Windom
Diana Hutchison and Crystal Dilbeck
    
Kayleannah Windom and Jaygen Hutchison 
Vonda Goad and Gayle Reynard


 


Bernyce Gates, Jim Hutchison, and Penn Dilbeck


Ray and Mary Moffeit
Jim Hutchison  and Charles Batschelett

Sunday, October 30, 2022

They Have Gone On to Their Reward

...And We Stand on Their Shoulders
Daisy Bernet
Twenty-five years ago, I served on the centennial committee in charge of planning the observation of the 100th anniversary of the church. It was founded on November 9, 1897. 
Daisy Bernet – always Mrs. Bernet to me – related of how her grandfather, Ira Henderson, helped the tiny congregation in Ralston organize by traveling across the Arkansas River from the Osage in a small boat she called a skiff. Mrs. Bernet as a spry, enthusiastic lover of life inspired me since she shared the same profession with me - teaching.
Elisabeth Kelly
              A humorous story came to me two and a half decades ago from Elisabeth Henderson Kelly. She had been told the first church building was destroyed by a fire allegedly started by the pastor’s son. Even though she had faced tragedy and pain, Elisabeth usually had a funny twist to her stories to evoke a laugh from her listener. In 1997 at the centennial event, Elisabeth was recognized as the longest one with membership in the church.
When I was only a seventh grader, Mrs. Lelia Goodson Baker, requested I come to Ralston Baptist Church to play the piano. Mrs. Baker, an accomplished pianist, suffered from ill health with no one to play in her place for worship services. Not even knowing what an offertory was, I began playing with guidance from my mother, an accomplished accompanist herself, and my gifted piano instructor, Mildred Wedell. (Mr. and Mrs. Baker donated a new Story and Clark piano, one of my favorites to play. To protect it from rain leaking from the archaic structure's roof, they fastidiously covered it with a huge plastic covering after each service.)
Lelia Baker & Laura Hines 
         Laura Hines served in the card ministry in the small congregation. Mrs. Hines struggled with each step she took. Looking back now, I recognize how much she needed a hip replacement, but she never complained. Instead she provided loving support to her sister, Vera, and assisted any way she could. Week after week the cards she sent provided encouragement and comfort throughout the community.
Effie Rice 
      In those early days, Ralston Baptist Church building was still at its original location on the north side of Main Street just east of 1st Street. I can remember Effie Stark Rice walking slowly, but faithfully each week across Highway 18 (Main Street) to worship every Sunday with a cheerful heart and sometimes a little self-composed rhyme. What a blessing that she has over fifteen descendants that attend regularly and actively serve the Lord in Ralston Baptist Church in 2022!
Modine Royster
        One of my most memorable Vacation Bible Schools occurred in that building that leaked and creaked. VBS was scheduled as soon as school was out to avoid the heat of summer because it was not air-conditioned. Additionally, a May VBS would not conflict with the wheat harvest. Modine Culp Royster served as one of the 7th-8th grade teachers. She exuded calmness and patience as she led us through the steps of putting gold leaf on an apothecary jar. I loved that craft experience!
Faces and names fill my mind from my memories of worshiping in the building on Main Street. People who quietly but faithfully followed Jesus each day - ones like Mr. I.P. Royster who provided solid, godly leadership. Mrs. Royster exhibited a smile as she worked wholeheartedly, unselfishly giving of herself. I remember Mrs. Memory Price for carrying a well-worn Bible. (Oh that we had more of those today!) Mrs. Dora Brown’s punctuality and commitment to teach little ones inspired many future teachers. How many more unheralded heroes walked through those doors!
Each of the names I have invoked have gone on to their reward. Each of them would be the first to remind us they served in the kingdom of God in the little community of Ralston not to earn eternal salvation, but instead out of grateful hearts for the undeserved forgiveness given by God because of their faith in Jesus. They would recite for us from Titus –
Not by works of righteousness which we have done
But according to His mercy He saved us…
Paul wrote to the believers in the church at Colosse these words of encouragement in chapter 3, verses 23-24:
And whatever you do, do it heartily, as to the Lord and not to men,
knowing that from the Lord you will receive the reward of the inheritance;
for you serve the Lord the Christ.

Each of you who were impacted or influenced by the Ralston Baptist Church are invited to join us for a celebration of the work of God in this community for 125 years. Only He has been here for each of these years and only He deserves the glory.

Saturday, October 22, 2022

The One Who Loved Beauty - Mamie Marie Gates Judkins Tice

 I originally wrote this blog post as a way of working through my grief for my aunt in 2017. At her funeral Pastor Gilchrist used the word "impeccable" and the phrase, "was put together" in describing Aunt Mamie. Her funeral folio had printed the scripture passage from John 14:2-6,19.Upon hearing the beautiful violin duets performed during the service by Levon and Elliott Eudaley, Mamie's beloved grandsons, I thought  Nothing would have pleased her more.

                October 29 will mark the 84th birthday of Mamie Marie Gates Judkins Tice. Aunt Mamie was my father’s youngest sister to whom he usually referred to as – “Mame.” Dad and Mamie retained a sweet, big-brother-little-sister relationship. Dad was 19 years old when his baby sister entered this world. Mamie was only three years old when Dad volunteered for the Army Air Corps in December of 1941.
Mamie, Dad, and Julia
                Mamie enjoyed a close relationship with my mother when my parents were newlyweds. In one of our last telephone conversations, Mamie told me she had kept a small keepsake box given by my parents many, many years ago. Sometimes Mother indulged Mamie, making trendy accessories of the 1950s, for her youngest sister-in-law.
                Mamie’s sensitive nature caused her to sorrow deeply for her dear step-grandfather (the only grandfather she knew) when he died suddenly. Grandpa Black's kind, gentle nature had touched her young life. Mamie was only 12 years old when Robert Thomas Black passed from this life.
                Mamie married Dewey Judkins, a Korean veteran and an OU fan and graduate of Oklahoma City University. She and Dewey reared their three daughters to pursue their own interests, capabilities, and professional goals.
Dewey and Mamie at their wedding
shower.
She realized her marriage to Uncle Dewey, an electrical engineer, afforded her a more affluent lifestyle than some of the rest of the family. Since Mamie had lovely homes, she expressed genuine concern about me dwelling in a mobile home during my teaching career. I truly appreciated her apprehension each time I sought shelter as the tornado siren blew! Thankfully, I survived my days living there.
                After Uncle Dewey’s death, she married her friend and neighbor, also grieving the loss of his wife. Jack Tice brought joy and comfort into her life. She said they traveled at the same pace. Jack could fix almost anything for her.
                On September 19, 2015, Mamie and Jack traveled to Olathe, Kansas, to participate in the Induction of Elizabeth Studebaker Gates into the Kansas School for the Deaf Hall of Fame. This evening proved to be a highlight that fall for Mamie, since she was the youngest granddaughter of the inductee who had been the first student of the Kansas School for the Deaf when it began in 1861. Mamie shared the milestone evening with her niece, Claudia Gates Lentz, and her great niece, Kimetha Mitchell Bennett.
Mamie and Jack
                Mamie and I spoke by telephone more frequently during my father’s stroke recovery and after his death. Invariably, we would discuss gardening - the reseeding of her beds in the fall, in early summer our conversation turned to vintage roses, or her vegetable endeavors. I recall her launching into such an informative explanation about numerous rose species along with specific treatments for various maladies that often strike the fragrant plants. I thought to myself, Why aren’t you taking notes on this?
                Our last telephone conversation occurred prior to my late purchase of tomato plants to plant in the back flower beds. She told me emphatically her personal favorite type of tomato was the Celebrity. When I browsed the plants at Fairfax Feed Store and spotted the tag labeled Celebrity, I thought of Aunt Mamie and chose six healthy-looking Celebrity plants. Each summer, I still think of her as I purchase and plant the tomato plants she recommended 
                Mamie described her father, Edmund Gates, Sr., as a man of principle. Some people defined him as hard-headed. Others said, “He knows his own mind.” In the same way, Mamie knew her own mind. Much like Grandpa, she could delineate her likes and dislikes. Frequently, she had solid reasons for the opinions she held.
She was a woman of faith. She lived out her faith in morally-upstanding behavior. The last time she saw my father before his final debilitating stroke, just before she and Jack left, Dad prayed. His strong prayer provided the confidence she needed that he was content and felt comfortable even in his stroke recovery.
                Mamie loved beauty. She loved beautiful music, and I often envied her since she regularly attended symphonic concerts in the Oklahoma City area. Aunt Mamie loved color. Using color masterfully, she always “was put together” impeccably in her makeup and her clothing choices. Seldom do I use absolute words, but I cannot recall one time seeing her appear disheveled or unkempt (Wow! I wish that could be said about me!).
                Only in the last few years, did I realize she was a cat lover. When her daughters, Sheryl, Jill, and Lisa were young, the family usually had a poodle. I guess I deduced that she was a dog lover. Once I learned about her Himalayan feline, she and I enjoyed discussing our cats. In her compassionate manner, she commiserated with me when Bob, our orange and white Manx cat, disappeared just about six months before her own death.
Jill, Mamie, Lisa, and Sheryl with the family dog
                As soon as I heard of the serious accident injuring her great nephew, Justin Gates, I called Mamie as well as my other aunt in Oklahoma City. Aunt Mamie and her husband, Jack, made plans to go the hospital. Even though I told her not to feel obligated to contact me, she insisted she would. The day after as they returned from the hospital, she called to share about Justin’s condition. Mamie was a person of her word.
                She loved family history. Mamie reveled in sharing the same German ancestor, Johannes Stutenbecker, with the famous car makers of the 20th century. When Johannes Stutenbecker's sons arrived in the colonies in 1737, they changed the spelling of their name to “Studebaker.” Peter, from whom we descend, and Clement, from whom the renowned wagon makers and later automobile designers came, were blade makers in Germany. Mamie knew more about this connection than anyone else in the Gates clan.
                 Aunt Mamie pursued membership in the Daughters of the American Revolution since we descend from a lieutenant, Jacob Snider. However, his son-in-law refused to provide fresh horses to the continental army. So Mamie’s great-great-great grandfather, Jacob Studebaker’s conscientious objection to the American Revolution dashed her hopes of entry into the DAR.
                Her passing from this life, on June 4, came too soon for me. In one of our last conversations, when I lamented coming into possession of vintage family photographs with no information, Aunt Mamie assured me that she and Jack planned a trip to the Bend, and she would try to assist in identifying the photograph subjects. After her death, Jack reaffirmed their plans for a trip to southwest Osage County to “decorate” graves at Pixley, but Mamie wasn’t feeling “up to it.”
                When death comes, we can reflect on “what might have been.” We can rejoice in past cherished times, but primarily, I focus on the loved one’s preparation for eternity.
The following morning after Mamie’s death, my mother, based on Mamie’s hope and trust in Jesus, said, “There’s a big Gates reunion in heaven.” We can be assured of taking part in the heavenly family gathering someday, if we have embraced the promises of Jesus from John 14 with which He assured His disciples just days before His crucifixion:
Let not your heart be troubled; you believe in God, believe also in Me. 
In My Father’s house are many mansions; if it were not so, I would have told you. 
I go to prepare a place for you. I will come again and receive you to Myself; that where I am, there you will be also. And where I go you know and the way you know.”
Thomas said to Him, “Lord, we do not know where You are going, and how can we know the way?”
Jesus said to him, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me.”

May each of us, whether in the Gates family or not, be certain of our relationship with Jesus, trusting Him alone to forgive our sins, and living each day to invite as many as possible to enter a restorative bond of forgiveness through Jesus. Not only will each individual find a more fulfilled life here on earth in Him but will join in that heavenly reunion someday, too.