They toured banana and sugar cane plantations, took hair-raising drives through the Andes Mountains and ate exotic meals in the homes of the people of Ecuador. They attended churches made of bamboo where they could not understand the language, but enjoyed the loud singing and friendly people.
The markets were piled high with juicy oranges, bananas and pineapples, and all kinds of vegetables. In the busy cities there was always something interesting going on. Sometimes John and Eva would take walks through the streets, observing everything. Their missionary children exchanged smiles as they watched their elderly parents who still held hands when they walked.
After spending several months in Ecuador, it was time to go home. They flew back to Florida, where they had left their car and started the long drive home. It was not a pleasant trip. John was suffering from back pain that made driving extremely difficult. After they got home, John had back surgery for a slipped disk. The surgery was not successful, and afterwards he was never able to walk without crutches.
Instead of improvement, John's health continued to deteriorate. Finally, there was a more serious diagnosis --cancer. Now he was almost always in pain, but he only rarely complained. Then he would quickly say, "I should not have said that. This is the Lord's holy way." Finally, he had to go to the hospital, where he got some relief from the pain, but there was no improvement in his health. In spite of the doctors' best efforts, it was apparent that John would not recover. He was slowly slipping away. He did not want to die in a hospital, so he asked the doctors to teach Eva how to inject the pain medication, and they went home. The children (except the missionaries in Ecuador) came home, and John said, "Now I am ready to die." But it was not quite time. Several days later, as Eva was fixing his blanket, he reached up and said in German, "Tass meine hand" (take my hand). Those were his last words. A few days later his suffering was finally over--John was in Heaven. It was just 10 months since they had returned from Ecuador and John was 70 years old.
After the funeral, Eva was suddenly alone. She felt her loss keenly, especially in the evening when it still seemed somehow that John ought to be coming in from the woods. To keep herself occupied during the lonely evening hours, Eva played solitary games of Scrabble.
Ten months later, she was dealt another difficult loss. Her son, Leroy, was killed in a car accident. He was just 31 and was a college professor. He left a widow and two young sons. This loss was difficult to understand, but Eva's faith remained firm.
It was hard to know what to do about the farm. For several years she made a valiant effort to maintain it, but it was a struggle. Eva didn't drive (something she very much regretted not learning) and she had periodic bouts with arthritis in her knees. In 1964, Eva was 70 years old and with John gone, she didn't anticipate many years remaining. When someone asked to rent the farm with the possibility of buying it later, she had to say "yes."
She certainly could not have imagined that she had many more years remaining. More than thirty.
For quite a few years she spent her summers in Minnesota with her daughter, Olivia, and her family while winters were spent in Kansas with her daughter, Lillian, and her family. Eventually, she purchased a mobile home and parked it on the farm in Kansas. As she got older, she stayed year-round in Kansas.
|A few of the items that Eva made.|
|This is exactly how Eva looked for decades.|
Eva celebrated her 100th birthday on April 20, 1994. Her family gathered on Easter weekend to celebrate. She was a great-great grandmother. Her family was scattered from Alaska to Houston and the missionary zeal was still running strong with grandchildren ministering in Germany and Brazil. Still, a large group attended the celebration in Buhler.
It happened that all four of her daughters were there during her final days in May 1996. She was in her recliner at the Sunshine Home. When staff wanted to move her back to bed, she, who had always been so compliant, refused. The daughters circled around her and waited. They found hymn books and sang many of they old familiar hymns. Every hymn has a verse about heaven, it seems. She passed away peacefully during the early morning hours of May 10, 1996. She was 102 years old. She was a treasure.
Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her. Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all. Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the LORD, she shall be praised. Give her of the fruit of her hands; and let her own works praise her in the gates. Proverbs 31:28-31
Want to read more about Eva?
(Click on the titles.)Part 1: The Early Years
Part 2: Homesteading in Montana
Part 3: The Great Depression
Part 4: The Minnesota Years