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This decade was a tremendous change for the farm boy, known as Wally
deVelder. Our small village High School had excellent Christian teachers.
There were only forty-three students in the entire High School and we
had much individual attention and care. I loved singing and we had a wonderful
teacher who came from Sheldon six miles East of us, twice a week. Mr.
Huntley got fifteen of us to win several musical competitions. In 1923 I was saddened by the death of "Little Grandma". She was 86 and at times I can still hear the church bell at First Reformed Church toll that number (86) before the funeral. I was interested in public speaking and won first prize in the County orating William Jennings Byron's "Cross of Gold". In 1924 our class went to Alton, Iowa, fifteen miles from Boyden to hear Woodrow Wilson give a short speech from the rear of the train. The next day we were to write a short essay on the experience. One of my classmates wrote, "Yesterday we went to Alton where President Wilson stopped for coal and water". We had a good time in High School, but were short on technology, though we learned a good deal on life. I did not get to go to Morningside College. Our minister strongly advised my parents not to send a son to a "modern Methodist College". Henry Hoeven persuaded my folks to send me to his Alma Mater, a move which I never regretted. With good family roots in rural Iowa, I took wings to go to Michigan. I took the train to Chicago in early September 1925 and there changed to the Pere Marquette for Holland, Michigan. I asked the conductor near Benton Harbor when we would reach Holland and he said, "God only knows, this train is mentioned in the Bible, where it says that God made all creeping things". I was not welcomed at the railroad station, but I knew where I was going, to 79 West 11th Street. Hope College had recommended this home to me. As I walked a lot on the farm, and my suitcase was not very heavy, I started off down town on 8th Street. I finally came to River Avenue and a kind person showed me how to go to 11th Street. 79 West 11th was two doors from the historic old Hope Church. The home belonged to Captain and Mrs. Robinson. Captain Robinson had recently retired from Lighthouse service on Lake Michigan. The dear elderly couple shoed me my room with a welcome smile and invited me to supper to get acquainted. Their home was to be my home for the next four years. They were ardent Roman Catholics. They treated me as their own son, who was a Missionary Priest in the Philippines. If I became in later years an exponent of Ecumenical relations, it started in the Robinson home and with my dear mother. The next day I registered at Hope, taking courses in Latin, Greek, English Literature, Bible and German. As I remember Hope had about four hundred students in 1925 and tuition was $100 a semester. We sampled every eating place in town. The best and cheapest was at the Hitching Post opposite the Post Office. I liked all sports. I made the football and baseball teams. In the Spring of 1926 I played second base on our baseball team, which practiced and played next to Carnegie Hall. Two days before the opening game in practice I broke my left hand in two places and with a cast on my hand I changed course and went out for Track and Field. I made the track team in the field events. I joined the YMCA which was strong on campus. The best gift Hope College
gave me was Margaret Otte, who came to Hope in her Junior year, a transfer
from Elmira College. She was the youngest daughter of the well known medical
Doctor, Dr. John A. Otte, pioneer Missionary Doctor in the Amoy Mission
in China. Margaret was very active in the YWCA. We became very good friends,
and at the end of our senior year we were engaged. And, then, Hope College YMCA capped my experiences by providing my $500 a year salary on my short term teaching assignment in China under the Board of Foreign Missions of the Reformed Church in America. I was on the ship on the way to China when the Stock Market crashed in 1929 but the YMCA and the YWCA friends with hard-earned nickels, dimes, and quarters, never failed me. I was very glad my mother and dad could come to my graduation in 1929. We graduated from Hope in Dimnent Chapel, the first class to graduate from that very impressive building. The situation in China was not too stable. In fact in 1929 the communists under Mao Tse Tng, Chou En Lai, Chu Teh, and Lin Piau and their cohorts in Kiang Si Province came out of their Soviet enclave and captured Ling-Na, 100 miles inland from the port city of Amoy. They took Dr. Clarence Holleman prisoner and demanded $10,000 ransom. Fortunately, he managed to escape after ten days. Lung Yon is only 75 miles from Chang chow, where I was going. Dr. Chamberlin, Secretary of the Board of Foreign Missions wrote to me and said the situation in Fukien Province is unstable and should you wish not to go to your assignment we will honor your decision. I told him I would go. I left San Francisco on the "Shinyo Maru" of the Japanese Lines in July. My cabin mates were Barney Luben and Jim McAlpine, enroute to Japan. Barney disembarked at Yokohama and Jim at Nagasaki. The twenty-one day trip from San Francisco to Hong Kong was very delightful. In light of today's high transportation rates, $87.50 was a real bargain for three weeks of travel. At dawn on August 31, the Shinyo Maru reached Hong Kong. We could see many small islands and fishing boats and junks everywhere. As the ship entered the spacious outer harbor, the sun was bright on the deck. As we came into the inner harbor, we saw many freighters from many lands. The water front in Hong Kong Island was very busy. The tallest building was the Sinceres Department store, six stories high. We could see the cable tram car going up The Peak. We docked on the Kowloon side, the mainland of the New Territories. The Hong Kong Star Ferry taking ten minutes to reach Hong Kong, ten Hong Kong cents fare left every fifteen minutes. One could ride a tram car on Hong Kong Island eleven miles for ten cents. Hong Kong, then, with 475,000 people was a very lovely place. For sixty eight years I have never lost my love for this remarkable city. I took a coastal steamer from Hong Kong to Amoy, making a day's stop
over in Swatow. Amoy also, had an excellent outer and inner harbor. I
was met by Henry Poppen, who took me up to Chang Chow, thirty miles inland,
by launch and bus, on September 4.
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