Labrador History - 5.5 AUNT SUSE

Mary Taylor5.5 AUNT SUSE
God continued his work, and some interesting souls were saved. Susan Fowler lived next door to “Aunt” Mary in West St. Modeste. Married to “Aunt” Mary’s nephew, she and her fisherman husband had five children, four girls and one boy, Stanford, the youngest. At this point in the story they were all married. Mrs. Fowler, or “Aunt” Suse as we affectionately called her, had worked at the nursing station as a girl, and her daughter Dorothy had also worked at the nursing station when Leslie Diack was there. One day “Aunt” Suse told me this story.
“I was born and raised in a little community on the Labrador coast called Forteau in a family of eight sisters and five brothers. My father and mother were very religious. Father always took us to church with him on Sundays. He had his family seat as had others and we were made to sit with him. Mother did not attend church very often because she was kept too busy with the family at home but she always made sure we were there and especially at Sunday School, which I enjoyed very much. At the end of each year our Sunday School teachers would each have what they called a missionary meeting in which each class took part. One hymn I always remember although only a small girl at the time, was called ‘A sunbeam for Jesus’. It went like this: -

I’ll be a sunbeam for Jesus
To shine for Him each day.
ln all my ways try to please
At home, at school, at play.
A sunbeam, a unbeam,
I’ll be a sunbeam for Him.

“My parents was saved but very strict and what they said was it, especially mother We were made to understand we had to do what we were told. We had our hours to be in at night and if we disobeyed we were punished. Many a time I had my cry because I was kept in but it didn’t help any. As time rolled on and I became older I could look back and thank God that my parents was strict and as time rolled on and I got a little older I had to go out to work, very young, to help out with the family. Money wasn’t so plentiful then. I remember coming home one evening after berry picking all day. When I stepped in the house I heard someone singing. It was the minister and my baby sister was being christened and the hymn he was singing was ‘When mothers of Salem their children brought to Jesus’ but the words that I never forgot was ‘when Jesus saw them ‘ere they fled, He sweetly smiled and softly said, suffer little children to come unto me’.
“At the age of between sixteen and seventeen I went to work at the hospital at Forteau. I worked there for two and a half years. During that time a lady teacher came to Forteau for the winter months by the name of Miss Grace Attwood and I got to know her very well and we spent much time together She used to hold services in the church every Sunday. She told me she was saved and she used to tell me things that was in the Bible I did not know. The more she told me, the more interested I became and the more concerned I got and I began to get really troubled.
“I didn’t have a Bible of my own. Yes, we had a Bible in our home but it was used only when the minister came. We weren’t allowed with the Bible so Miss Attwood gave me a New Testament. When I opened it, right on the cover was the verse ‘For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting lfe.’ I read it over and over but could not seem to understand. She told me to read the book of John which I did but I didn’t seem to be getting anywhere.
“All I’d do was weep, I’d go to my room in the hospital and weep. The nurses would come to try and talk to me and ask me f I was sick and I would say ‘No’. lfound that weeping could do nothing for me. Oh, how I wished I had a Bible, so one day when I was alone, I went into the living room where there was a bookshelf with many books. I began to look through the books and I found a Bible. I took it out and opened it and where it opened there was a bookmark; ‘Get right with God’ marked on it. I knew that was what I needed; I wasn’t right with God. I kept turning the pages and there was another little card which read like this:

A friend at all times
Go to Jesus when in trouble.
Tell, oh, tell Him everything,
All that bears thee down in sadness,
All that makes thy heart to sing.
Place before Him thy petitions,
Be they great be they small.
He will harken, He will listen,
He will sympathize in all.

“I tell you, weeping was over but how I wanted that Bible. Satan whispered in my ear ‘Take it’, but another Voice said ‘Put it back’, and that’s what I did; but those words were still before me ‘Get right with God’. Not many days after the nurses helper, an elderly lady, came to me with the Bible and passed it along to me. I thanked her so much and went to my room with my heart overflowing with joy.
“I went to the service Sunday night. Miss Attwood was having the service. I sat right up in the front and she gave out the hymn;-
‘Whosoever cometh need not delay.
Now the door is open, enter while you may, Jesus is the true, the only living way.
Whosoever will may come.’
“it was then I realised that I was one of the ‘whosoever’. I entered the door and found Christ, the true and only living way. Many years have passed since then but He has never left me nor forsaken me. Blessed be His name.”
Later Preston, “Aunt” Suse’s husband, also got saved during meetings held by George Campbell.
Dorothy, “Aunt” Suse’s daughter, had two children and was expecting her third. During the summer of 1959 she was admitted to the nursing station for three weeks with what appeared to be “yellow jaundice”. She was quite sick and had a persistent fever.
Dorothy came into the nursing station again at the end of November, this time she was losing blood and had several bruises. She told me her gums bled easily. Because of her history, I tried to transfer her to St. Anthony but landing conditions were not good; the ice was not thick enough on the pond. Under the circumstances, I transferred her to the hospital at Blanc Sablon, where the doctor did some tests, and diagnosed her condition as leukaemia. The prognosis was not good. When she went to the hospital, her sister Mabel looked after the children. She had four children of her own, the oldest of whom was ten, so this was an added burden but she did not complain.
Dorothy needed several blood transfusions so her family and friends rallied round to donate blood but, in spite of all that was done, sorry to say, she died a couple of months later. The hymn that was sung at her funeral in the Anglican Church has always stayed with me:

Souls of men why will ye scatter
Like a crowd of frightened sheep?
Foolish hearts, why will you wander
From a love so true and deep?
Was there ever kinder shepherd
Half so gentle, half so sweet,
As the Saviour who would have us
Come and gather round His feet?
For the love of God is broader
Than the measure of man mind,
And the heart of the Eternal
Is most wonderfully kind.