This special day, prompt this sermon with the title: “FAITH OF OUR FATHERS.” with the emphasis on the word OUR prompting three samplings of remembrances of fathers and father-like individuals who have nurtured us in the Christian faith: Michele Zollers recalling a beloved father and grandfather;
One year ago our world changed forever.The one person that has changed me since I was 7 years old. The one that has accepted me as his own and for who I am. The one who has pushed me and made me graduate from school (and for that I thank him). The one who walked me down the isle on my wedding day. The one who listened to me when I needed a shoulder or when I needed advice. If I had a problem he was always there for me. There was never a moment in life where he would not help anyone that needed it. He was a hard working man that worked for a company for 51 years. Retired 3 times. They just kept calling him back. He never said no. Work was his passion and when he left work it stayed there, Home was home and work was work.
On March 21, 2014 he went to work and it all started to change around 11:30 am. He was not feeling all that well. They called the ambulance.
God had other plans for him. He wanted him home. He then earned his wings. The man that was a huge inspiration and continues to inspire me is my daddy (Lloyd Deery) That will never change.
Daddy I want to say Thank you for taking me under your wing and guiding me in the direction I need to go. I love you with all my heart. R.I.P. Happy Father's Day Daddy
So I do ask from everyone please cherish who is in your life and don't take them for granted. Tell that person you love them and appreciate them even if they make you mad. Because in the blink of an eye it can all change and they won't be there.
God Bless all of you
Happy Father's Day to All
Connie Deery, remembering her beloved husband; and Linda Kaufman (sharing Pastor Martha's Dad whom everyone called “Beanie.”)
A third remembrance is of a man who was born in 1902 a few miles from here at a bend in the road on Route 113 in the small village now known as Creamery. His mother named this first son who followed two daughters: Claude Hunsberger Bean. Later the family would grow to four more sons and a daughter.
When the heating system broke down in the Collegeville high school – now the white apartment building on Fifth Ave., there was no money to repair or replace it; school was closed until warmed weather. Several of the boys, who were about to go to eleventh grade, left to find work. One was Claude who lived in Philadelphia with his oldest sister and brother-in-law, attended business school and then Temple University while working during the day.
His first job was checking the account books on the Schuylkill Canal, operated by the Reading Railroad; soon he was prompted to the main office at 12th and Market where he worked in accounting positions and, finally was promoted to Controller of the Company from which he retired after 48 years.
At one point he was asked to join a small, upstart company that became IBM. He was married, with an infant daughter, and thought it was too great a risk, besides, he knew he might have to travel… and as the family puts it, “He would go anywhere as long as he was in a day’s travel of the homestead in Creamery.”
He and his wife and daughter moved a number of times, living in Philadelphia, Creamery, Fairview Village, Skippack, and Lansdale while always commuting to work at 12th and Market.
Before marrying, he was known around these parts as the handsome dancer all the girls watied to have him ask them to dance with him, but his choice was a girl from Philadelphia. They made the rounds of dance halls, and fire halls – just escaping a raid on the slot machines and an ensuing riot in Red Hill.
It was being a Dad that brought him back to church where the pastor asked him to work with teens under a lead teacher. Later, he would go on to help found a youth center in Lansdale. The pastor also eased him into a part in the annual church play, which gave him the confidence to become a spokesman for the company and a leader in the church. More than that, his faith, nurtured by the Heidelberg Catechism and worship and prayer and daily Bible reading, gave him the strength for his wife’s bouts which serious illnesses, a brief time of unemployment, two car accidents in which a man lost his life, and a paycheck that barely covered their expenses. Yet, when his daughter said she wanted to become a doctor, and started with a summer job in a hospital kitchen, at age 15, he promised to match her pay and start a saving account. At the end of college there was enough to meet the four-years of tuition for medical school.
He was so proud of his daughter whose picture he displayed in his office and quietly said, “She plans to be a doctor.” But, that all changed when in the senior year of college his daughter felt the call to ministry and headed to seminary. It was not a time when women were readily accepted as pastors. Yet, he and his wife committed themselves to be supportive in every way – first to their daughter, then to their son-in-law, and later, to the two grandsons….who called him, as everyone else did, “Beanie.”
In retirement he was a volunteer AARP tax accountant, one of the founders with his wife of Goshenhoppen Historians, unnamed benefactor for the start of the Palm Country Day School, and the sponsorship of the missionary, Rev. Anna Dederer. But most of all, the constant companion and on-call babysitter for his grandsons.
When the family moved to a small farm in need of re-building, at age of 70 Beanie joined the work crew…and also caused the plaster to walk off the job when criticizing the way he was applying plaster to an outside wall. Such comments came to be known in the family as “committing a Beanie.”
The lasting memories are his Bible which he read every night, his behind-the-scenes contacts with individuals on behalf of someone else, and his total commitment to his family. He glowed with joy when he talked about each one, who all called him “Beanie.”
But the last memory and perhaps the most typical is when he was admitted to the hospital in April, where he died three weeks later. He went with his sharpened pencils, erases, and income tax forms so he could complete them for anyone who could use his services. When April 14th passed and he was still alive, he was rather disappointed. He was ready to go Home – the one with the capital H – but he had to wait until April 24th for God to schedule the trip for one of His children named Claude Hunsberger Bean but everyone lovingly called Beanie.