Emails from Friends
to Dick and Flo
Dear Uncle Dick and Flo,too,
Always have enjoyed the thought that when Dorothy is nearby for your birthday it is bound to be special and ...shall we say memorable! Will everything have been yellow this time....or red? :)
Remember your birthday in that duplex on Washington Blvd. in Pasadena when the boys were at Pasadena Christian? And now Don has prepared this wonderful photo and narrative tribute! Well done!
I will endeavor to get Mummy and Daddy in front of the computer to see this or maybe Ken can print it out at his office so they can enjoy it at leisure. Wonderful memories across the years and more to come no doubt! Blessings and bushels of love, Marion Woodward Shay
Thanks, Don. So your Dad is approaching the big EIGHTY-FIVE!!! (just 3 years older than I). I first remember your Dad when we were in Language School in Anking, Anhui Province in China, back in 1947. We lived in one room, and your family in another room. You and our Barbara were nearly the same age, and we had a common room where you children could play. That winter was cold, but there was a small heater in the play-room so that you children wouldn't freeze to death. Our second daughter, Bonnie, was born in Shanghai, just before we went up the Yangtse River by primitive, crowded boat, so she was just a few weeks old by that time. When the Communists came to take over the country, we fled to Kwuiyang, Kueichow Province where Bill was born, and then we wee evacuated to Hong Kong, then to Japan, and finally to Taiwan. We were all devastated by the death of your Mom. I remember the funeral and even the songs that we sang. But when your Dad married Flo on Valentine's Day, everyone agreed that it was a good match. I hope they are still in good health. God bless them and you. (Unfortunately, I don't have a computer, so I am unable to read the attachments you sent.)
I read this morning in my devotions a verse that might apply to your Dad, but also to me: Psalm 71:9 that says: "Do not cast me off in the time of old age; Do not forsake me when my strength fails." It has become apparent to me that old age does indeed rob us of our strength!! It's hard to think of your "little" sister being a grandmother! Then I realize that I now have twenty-one grandchildren and seven great-grandchildren. That's what happens when your children grow up!! Please remember me to your Dad on his birthday! God bless you. Love, Betty Beckon
Dick Webster – 85th Celebration
Triple C Camps – 1960 to 1976
A letter from our Andrew in the Spring of 1960 sparked the idea of summer camps for the English speaking children in Taiwan. Donald and I had decided to bring our boys back to Taiwan for High School they had all been in boarding school in England for several years. We had written to tell them our decision and asked for their comments. Andrew wrote he thought it was a great idea but he would really miss the camp that he had just been to in the Easter vacation. As we read that both Donald and I thought, well why not have camps in Taiwan for the children in the English speaking schools.
Dick and Lucille had recently started to build a camping site just outside Tainan where they had been given land for this purpose. We immediately thought of them and wrote a prompt delivery letter to them with the idea. A very fast return letter clinched it, yes, a camp for the English speaking kids would be planed for a week in August that very year, 1960.
When the day came for camp to begin 35 young people were registered but 55 turned up at the Mount of Olives. Somehow we managed to fit them all in to the little dormitory space that there was at that time. The Tainan U.S. Air Force Base personnel were extremely helpful and often brought in whole meals from the base to supplement what we could prepare in the camp kitchen. Some of those who lived in Tainan may have had to sleep at their homes that first camp I do not remember all the details. Before the week was over the question came up, “when can we do this again? What about a weekend retreat during the school year?”
So, Sunday afternoon at the first retreat we had an open competition. All the campers were asked to go and pray that the Lord would give them ideas for a name for these retreats and camps. These suggestions were to be written down, handed in by a certain time, and then at the evening counselor’s meeting they would be considered. At the counselor’s meeting that Sunday evening we looked at these suggestions. One immediately stood out to us all and was unanimously chosen. This one came so appropriately from Don Webster.
TRIPLE “C” CAMPS (Christ Can Conquer became our motto).
So, the name for the camps was settled and quickly caught on all over the Island. What originally was thought of as just summer camps became fall and spring retreats as well. Then the Junior High kids said, “what about us?” and we began separate high school and junior high activities. Thank you Dick for all you and Lucille did to help Triple C begin, and then you and Flo did so often in the later years. We thank the Lord too for the many young lives who were touched by the Lord during those years and who are serving Him today around the world.
Happy Birthday Dick. How time flies. To think that I first met you as a young man of 70! What an amazing tribute Don wrote about you. I loved reading every word of it as well as all the special photos that he included. By God's grace, you have been a channel of blessing to many over the past 85 years. I am but one that has been touched by your life. Let this not only be an e-mail birthday card but also my tribute to the way you have influenced me. For the past fifteen years, all that I have ever done has had your loving mark upon my life. You have been stamped with indelible ink upon my character and on any ministry that God has given or will give in the future. Webster's dictionary(our dictionary-ha,ha) defines indelible as: "not able to be erased; permanent." I was permanently changed from the moment Kathy and I began our friendship with you and Flo there in Taichung. I could tell that you were a man that "walked softly but carried a big stick." It was the walking softly that made me want to be around you. As you know, that was not my strong suit! I've always tended to be a bit impulsive and I could see that my weakness was one of your strengths. Everything you did was first bathed in prayer and then you quietly sought the Lord's will. Just being around you and the countless hours of prayer that we spent together with you and Flo, marked me with indelible ink. Our times of prayer together was soldier to soldier, engaging the enemy of our souls in spiritual combat. I knew there was no hypocrisy when we bowed our heads. Your heart was bowed to the Lordship of Christ and you lived the life that you prayed. Our family has been the benefactors of your prayers for many years. The Lord promises that: "The effective prayer of a righteous man availeth much." I know you do not claim any righteousness in and of yourself, you would be the first in humilty to give God all the glory. But thank you for letting the Lord bless us through your life and your prayers. You walked softly but you carried a big stick. You are a man of convictions and you live your life based on God's Word. You believed in me probably more than anyone has before. In the midst of all the issues we were going through on the field, I needed someone to "come to the plate" for me and believe in me. You and Flo did that in countless ways. Your loyalty and support of me will never be erased from my life. My name Gary means:"Loyal Warrior." I truly had with you a like-hearted fellow soldier comradship. Thank you Dick. I always loved bragging about you to others in Taiwan and I still do here. Just that you took me under your wing so to speak. As we start our new adventure in life here in Knoxville, I'm often reminded of your life-verse: "Prove all things; hold fast that which is good." I often find myself in light of this passage, asking myself: "What would Dick do?" Of course, the ultimate question that you always asked is: "What would Jesus do?" Your God given vision to always reach beyond on the college campuses, in the villages and wherever He leads you has always challenged and motivated me. You not only left your mark on my life, but also on those that I have been fortunate enough to touch with the love of Christ. In heaven, I'm sure there will be some Chinese psychiatric patients clothed in their right minds that will thank you for your investment in my life. I'm sure that there will also be those that were disabled in some way here on earth that will be leaping for joy in heaven and you will be one that they thank. Thanks is a simple reward in itself when it comes from the heart. I'll never be able to repay you Dick for all that you have meant in my life and all I can say to you is thanks. I especially thank the Lord for leading you and Flo into our lives. I could say alot more but I'll close just by saying that I hope your 85th birthday is a very special one as I know it will be. Both Kathy and I love you and Flo very much. Take care,
From Doug Nelson:
Don, I really enjoyed your tribute to your Dad for his 85th birthday. You created a very readable biography about his life of service. Everyone in my family has read it and learned more about your Dad. I learned some new facts about him. I didn't know he already had his MS in chemistry and was working on his PhD when he gave up a successful career in chemistry in order to respond to God's call to foreign missions, starting with three years of seminary. He was a very well educated man at that time. I do remember that he said that his graduate work in chemistry did open some door for him with the college students in Tainan, since many of the Tainan students were studying science. I don't remember too many stories about your Dad. Unfortunately, I wasn't around him too many times. I knew him best through you, and that was a positive experience for me. I do remember the time that I was the driver at a summer Triple C camp. I would run into town for things that were needed either in Mrs. Dale's English Taunus station wagon or your Dad's Ford pickup truck with its covered back. On the last day of camp, I took a load of campers to the train station with their baggage in his truck. After everyone picked up their bags to carry them into the Tainan station, Dave Rice realized he had left his suitcase back at the Mount of Olives. I told Dave that I would drive back to camp and get his suitcase for him before the train left. I got almost back to the camp but in my hurry I took the last turn on the rice patty road a little wide and I dropped the right front and rear tires off the edge into the paddy. I think the paddy was dry, but the truck was leaning pretty steeply to the right. The right rear tire just spun. I gave up trying to get it out on my own in a few minutes. I sure didn't want to turn it over, and I ran the rest of the way back to camp with considerable trepidation about what your Dad would say about my getting his truck stuck. He did not get upset at me. He somehow got his truck out of the patty later, and nothing more was ever said about it to me. I don't think I ever drove his truck again, but right afterward Mrs. Dale asked me to drive her Taunus back to Taipei so she could ride the train home that night, so I guess I was still considered by the adults to be trustworthy. We send your father (Dick Webster) a Happy Birthday, and we certainly appreciate the tremendous Christ like example he set for all of us missionary kids that knew him in Taiwan.
The Nelson Family
From: Mark and Anita Cassidy
Mark and Anita Cassidy
From: Dorothy Webster Moehl, daughter email@example.com
DAD. What a privilege to be one of the few who can call you that.
From: Phil and Ann Schwab
From: Margaret Aldis firstname.lastname@example.org
Warmest Congratulations to you, Dick, on this your 85th birthday!