Grandma and Jim Elliot (re-post)

While I’m reminiscing about my grandparents, here is an earlier post about them and about Jim Elliot…

Jim Elliot came to dinner, but not to my house (although we did have a GREAT time with Kim, Christina, David, Bryant, Troy & Melissa on Sunday).

The guest book above belonged to my grandmother. It was a gift from my grandfather’s brother for Christmas 1946 and Uncle Ebby was the first to sign it. Five days later, Jim Elliott and his friend, Ron Harris, were the 2nd and 3rd to sign. (If you click on the picture, it’s alot easier to read.)


My grandmother’s mother Jane Elliot Sangster was born to a family with double cousins. That means that Jane Elliot (my great grandmother) & Jim Elliot’s father were first cousins and double cousins. Which means – and it gets tricky here – that their parents & aunts & uncles were all siblings. Four siblings from one family married four siblings from another family (rural Ontario). Those unions produced children that were called double cousins because they have aunts & uncles in common on both sides of the marriage. Make sense???

So…my grandmother and Jim Elliot were the same generation and were 2nd cousins. It was their parents that were the offspring of the sibling marriages.


Anyway, my grandmother knew Jim and had him for dinner at their home in Toronto. It was the Christmas break of Jim’s sophomore year at Wheaton. Jim’s companion for dinner from the guest book, Ronald Harris, ended up boarding with my grandparents in Toronto for some time while attending college (seminary?) (based on my grandmother’s 90 year-old memory). That summer, Jim went with Ron to Mexico for a 6 week missions trip. Not long after he met a missionary from Brazil and his calling was further solidified in his heart.


I don’t know why I took a picture of the page of the guest book while I was in Toronto. I have always known that my grandmother was a relative of Jim Elliot’s. I suppose Christians have their “heroes of faith” (Hebrews 11) and Jim Elliot’s testimony and experience is certainly something that has been used in the lives of many people. Because of his martyrdom (along with the four other faithful men) in Ecuador, so many missionaries heard the call to service.

Truth be told, my Christian “hero of faith“, was at that dinner in 1946 — but she was the one faithfully serving the dinner, just as she faithfully did for the next 60 years.

My ‘new’ piano

I am so blessed to have my grandmother’s piano! I can’t even begin to tell you what it means to me…but let me try. I have wonderful memories of time spent with my grandparents in their home. One picture I have is when I am probably 18 months old and I’m ‘playing’ the piano while on my father’s lap.
My grandmother would occasionally sit at her piano and play some hymns. It wasn’t too often and if I made a big deal about it, she would find something else to do. As I grew, I would sit at the piano and try to play some hymns too. When I was in my teenage years, I remember playing ‘Eye of the Tiger’ (yes, really!) from my lessons. My grandparents were full of patience. I really can’t play, but I know that I will sit down at this treasure and at least play a hymn a day.
My Aunt Ruth spent a lot of time going through my grandmother’s home after she died and put together boxes of memories for each of us. Once the piano was settled, I began to go through the boxes and found lots of treats. Aunt Ruth even included some of my grandmother’s study notes that were written on scraps of paper. I am very thankful to have everything because it reminds me of what a lovely, godly woman my grandmother was. Thank you, Aunt Ruth, for taking time to preserve and share the treasures and memories.

Morning Coffee…

Though the fig tree should not blossom,
nor fruit be on the vines,
the produce of the olive fail
and the fields yield no food,
the flock be cut off from the fold
and there be no herd in the stalls,

yet I will rejoice in the LORD;

I will take joy in the

God of my salvation.
GOD, the Lord, is my strength;
he makes my feet like the deer’s;
he makes me tread on my high places.

Habakkuk 3:17-19