Monday, January 31, 2011

Meeting Jeannie Lawson

By Mary Vee

Glady's Thoughts

photo courtesy SamHakes morguefile.com
I thought Jenni Lawson would be in Tientsin, where my boat docked. She wasn't. I search for the mission society in the city. The person at the front desk gave me a message from her. 
I won't be able to meet you in Tientsin. Mr. Lu will bring you to Yangcheng
I looked at the other side of the paper hoping to find more instructions, but it was blank. 

Mr. Lu came through the back door. He bowed. "Miss Aylward, so nice to meet you.  I will take you to Yangcheng. Are you ready?"

Actually, I felt exhausted and wanted a bath, some fresh clothes, maybe a few hours sleep. "Um, yes. I'm ready."

We boarded a crowded train. I knew I shouldn't be picky, but the compartment had lumpy seats and the train bounced up, down the whole trip.  I felt more seasick on the train than on the ship I just left.  

When the train stopped in Peking, Mr. Lu arranged for rooms at an inn for the night. I grew exicted to take a bath and change my clothes. I stepped into my room and found no bath, or sink to clean myself. The room smelled aweful. I barely slept that night.

The next morning Mr. Lu rushed me to our bus. We traveled on paths too narrow and bumpy for the bus. Huge rocks poked through the ground which threw the bus around. I grabbed onto the seat in front of me to keep my balance.At times I could look straight down the mountainside.  I didn't know if we'd tumble over the edge or not.

The bus spashed through rivers and creeks. I think he thought the road went underwater!

Once we arrived in Teschchow, Mr. Lu took me to a mission station to rest. The next morning he helped me climb on a mule.  "This mule litter will take us to Yangchen, Miss Aylward."  I smiled on the outside and trembled on the inside. I'd never ridden a mule before.  I didn't know if I could stay on one.


I can't believe I thought the bus rocked too much.  My mule wobbled much more.  My back hurt, my legs hurt, my everything hurt.  I felt bruises on top of bruises.  I rode that mule for two days through mountain ranges and many rivers. My clothes held the cold river water freezing my bones. I asked poor Mr. Lu, "How much longer?" at least a hundred times. He always smiled and answered, "Not much further, Miss Aylward."

Late on the second mule day, Mr. Lu stopped in front of a gate. "This is Yangcheng." 

The next minute, an older woman came to the gate.  She had to be Mrs. Lawson!

Next week, I'll tell you what we did.

Gladys Aylward

4 comments:

  1. Hello,

    I was so glad to come across your blog. I love reading about Gladys Aylward. As I am writing this, I am watching the movie "The Inn Of The Sixth Happiness" for the 3rd time! Her story is so inspiring, and it is good to see that I am not the only one still intrested. Thank you for sharing.

    P.S. I have not looked over your entire blog yet, but I hope you may also have information on Jeannie Lawson. If not, maybe you know who does. Either way, I am glad that I found this blog.

    In Christ, Sherri

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  2. Thank you Sherri. How nice of you to stop by. I don't have a lot of information about Jennie. What little I've notice in my research about Gladys centers around her later years and home going. If you email me or message me on fb we can talk more about Jennie.
    email: mimary_vee@yahoo.com.

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  3. Inspiring...I'll share it with kids, so that they will know WHO loves them!!

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  4. Thank you Isa. Gladys said throughout her missionary time that she wanted the people to know the God who loves them. Thank you for continuing the work, Isa.

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