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. ' ' Grand River Mission Past and Future (cont'd from page 3) At Grand River severDl experiments were tried to bring church and congregation to- gether. On one hila:c-ious afternoon, a huge moving truck loaded the sunday school kids up at Narti..ri : s Co:cner and hauled them down to the River Church and back. In foul weather, sunda.y :xhool ·was held in hary Jamieson I s school at the corner. Several meet - ings were held, in berry- picking time, at the small hall hard by Allan 1Martin 1s house. A. ne I e:;,·- to - be fo:·gott en occasion was when the hydro came to i'-Iew Credit! An evening service was held with standing room only. (This was before TV and Gomer ?yle •. ) A more solemn and sti~Ting occ2.sion was when the New Credit Church was filled with · AA people from on and off the re c3 erre, All aimed at "contented sobriety 11 as th Gy sa..rig "What He I s done for othe:.:·s: He 111 do fol' you. 11 Finally, on June 29-1953, a lil ol 1 ?ord snuck out of Ohsweken in the grey dawn. Past Stone Ridge it wen-::,, tvrnin6 right to sl8eping Hagersville. On it went to Sarnia and the West. It was the fh;3t, Reserve-born, minister and his family, leaving aft er sev- en hectic but inte:_•esting years. Other ministers would come to carry on the work. What of the future? well, 11 s0 far have ye come. 11 Someone has said ."The world has yet to see what Gcd ·can d.o with lives fully committed to Him." A great future is assured for ou:;,' I'I.ission simpl y by loyalty to the Faith, co- operation with your hinister and love fo:r tl:.e old Home Church, with all its memories! Poem Who can s2.y now, 1rrhat might have been, Had I not helped, our Gracious Queen. This Count:-y's name; wb.at would it be , What langu2.ge t oo , we!'e it not for me. Where waters f al l.i, from t~e highest .rocks_ }~y° life was lost, along with Brock's. A little village, now Stoney Creek, I died there too, bu-i.:, did defeat. I gave rrry life, w1d t ears were shed, One hundre( years, deeds little read. For help I gave when, battles won, · I was rewarded, a s 2. fai thful son. A once g:::·ea.t river, · flows through my land, How beautiful once, was the River Grande. Famous ;,,ords, that once were s2.id, Have access still, and can be read. As long as the Grande, continues to flow, As ],ong ?-S green grass; continues to grow. _ This is your land, for grateful we, A tax free l and, may it ever be. 11ay none invade, your Native Land, Six miles each side, the River Grande, In grateful token, this we endorse, Throughout the length, from the river source. And so it was, that is, at first, Till lnst of those, for land did thirst . My trust was great , rrry knowledge weak, But still my pride, none c211 defeat. Within my Lodge, I'm beset with tears, For now ha3 passed, one hundred years. ·when history told, - - in future see . tJhat might, j-7.::,·,rn 1--.~~- :i..:C i,vL, .ror me. (by Carl Froman) · A man r,an still do well , working with his hands - if he also uses his head.