RURAL BRYANT, SD, PRESENTS:
OF PLAIN VIEW FARM HERITAGE,"
by Ron Ginther
If anything is clear, it is that Jerry Ginther cared for Jesus, his family, his dear friends of all ages, his Grandparents and the Plain View Farm heritage, including the Norwegian ancestry. The display says a lot about Jerry and his faith and love for plain, good people. He showed by action he wanted people to know who he was as a Christian, and that Jesus loved him and loved them too! His big window in the front of the apartment was kept unshuttered so that people at the apartment house could look in and see these items at his apartment.
Some people, hearing that there were a number of pictures of his mother on it, thought it was a "shrine" and therefore "strange" or maudlin or "too sentimental." There are iconoclastic, puristic, cold-hearted Protestants among us today, but even Martin Luther advised his Catholic artifact-smashing followers to "keep what is good" out of the Catholic churches that were taken over by Protestant congregations. Not all followed that good advice--they smashed and destroyed the churches, the good with the bad, and ended up with utter ruins. What good did they accomplish by that wanton destruction? Idolatry must be uprooted, true, but the Bible commands the people of God to make memorials, that the young might be instructed in the mighty acts of God in their midst. Do we take that seriously? Jerry did!
If you knew him at all, you knew Jerry loved his mother dearly, in word and deed, and was not ashamed to tell the world about her excellence! Further, he kept, preserved, and shared with them what was good of his family and his Christian heritage too, and included his own Christian friendships in the golden circle of his love and esteem. He was not ashamed of any bit of it, O shaming, condescending, blaming Protestants among us! For he wanted others outside the fold of Christ to know the Savior, the LORD JESUS--yes, the Crucified One who made it all possible and also emphasized the fact thereby that he believed his Christian heritage was indeed something highly worthy to be celebrated.-- Ed.
That table exemplifies his fun-loving, unformalistic evangelistic bent. And we believe these items were a heart-touching testimony right to the last, even to the medics and the coroner who entered the apartment where he was last found. Some of Jerry's own apartment house neighbors were seemingly disdainful of him, and we think one neighbor he trusted even stole from his apartment, yet you never know, his neighbors may have experienced heart changes afterwards, and thought more of getting right with God, knowing they would probably never again have such a generous, loving and thoughtful neighbor as Jerry, who beyond doubt was heaven-bound in life, and heaven-dwelling in death.--Ed.
2. Framed Picture of Pearl with MOM at the bottom of the frame.
3. Frame picture of Pearl, later in life.
4. Picture of Pearl, later in life, with candle and the open Bible in her hands.
5. Picture of Pearl years back.
6. Picture of Jerry and older brother Ronald.
7. Picture of Floy and Jennie McDonald (oldtime friends who had a valley farm nearby) and Jerry on an outing by the water.
8. A picture album of Jerry's Own Life Story.
9. Four Big White Coffee Cups .
10. Picture of Ginther family home at 407 19th St. NW, Puyallup, WA, where Jerry grew up.
11. Picture of Grandma and Grandpa Stadem and Snuggery.
12. Brochure of Pearl Ginther's Memorial Service at Mt. View Lutheran Church, Edgewood, WA, June 2011.
13. Couple cans of International Coffee next to the white Coffee Cups.
14. Postcard Picture of Viking Ship.
15. Family Group Picture of Ginthers.
16. Picture of Jerry, Pearl, and Matt Johnson (old friend of Jerry's and also Pearl's). 17. Picture of Grandma Bergit, and Pearl and her sisters at Grandma's Home in Mobridge.
18. Picture of the Ginthers at the home in Puyallup, out on the front lawn.
19. Various cards.
21. Picture of Joyce and boys at Mother Pearl's home, sitting on her couch in living room.
With Incidents from Babyhood to Adulthood, by Mother Pearl Ginther,
and Brother Ron Ginther, and in gratitude to our Grandmother Bergit Stadem, who made our family possible in the first place by going by faith with her sister emigrating from Norway to America
Once a guardian angel--it had to be--hiked a day with him on a stretch of the trail that crossed ice that became dangerous once it had snowed. Even without snow, he feared crossing that year-round ice-pack. This ice-pack so worried him that he once thought to hide an ice ax there ahead for the time when he came back to cross it. He had prayed more than one time concerning this ice-pack.
God must have heard his prayer, for a man came along to become his hiking companion the night before the crossing would take place. It was then September, and how many other people would be backpacking, going the same way as the NW CONCIERGE? Yet this friendly hiker was willing to start out the same time as he the next morning!
It had snowed in the night, just as the NW CONCIERGE had hoped it wouldn't. Now he could not hike down to the tip of it and just step over the nose of this ice pack as he did 2 years earlier before the snow season. There was no going back--miles of effort wasted and his dream unfulfilled, if he gave up now. No, he would have to cross the snow-covered ice.
The "mystery man" crossed first--safely! Then it was the NW CONCIERGE'S turn. Foot after foot, he made his way carefully as possible. Half way across he begged the Lord to get him 10 more feet before he fell, if he had to fall! That might sound like an odd request, except that he could hear a waterfall pouring out from the end of this ice-pack that sloped at a 45 degree angle across the trail. The sound told him that anyone falling at that point would be in deadly peril of joining the waterfall in a fatal slide from 7,000 feet elevation to 4,000 feet to the valley below!
Thank God he did not fall until ten feet later--just as he had asked the Lord. Instead, When he did fall he slid where he would not go over the edge. Thankfully, he found his backpack metal frame dug into the ice-pack stopping him from sliding further.
But he had lost his glasses! Where were they? He had to have his glasses to see the trail! At this near-tragic moment, he heard the man's or angel's voice as he spoke in such a comforting voice, talking the NW concierge, out of pure terror so that he wouldn't be too afraid to move to safer ground, which lay only a few feet away.
The man told him where his glasses lay in the snow, and he retrieved them without having to risk his life to get them. Next the man directed him not to rise to his feet but to edge his way to safety by crawling over to the rocks to the end of this ice pack. Safely across, He joined his mystery friend and they hiked together to the next camp. But then this angel or man disapeared without letting him, even thank him!
Now calling the man an "angel" may seem far-fetched to some people. But if he were not an angel, why did he only show up on this stretch, when many days before and after the NW CONCIERGE, hiked alone?
His mother was also praying for his safe return! Surely, that was a major contributing factor to his survival against the odds.
Congratulations, NW CONCIERGE, in completing the Wonderland Trail, not once but twice!! [Jerry gave his instructions that his ashes be strewn on the Wonderland Trail, in case of his death, and this was noted by his survivors, and yet Ron his brother was given some of the ashes and he has a mind to carry them to the cross on Plain View Farm to be deposited there, God willing. Other sites may be Israel, near his mother's olive tree growing in the Daystar Grove by the Sea of Galilee, or even by his mother's marker in Our Redeemer Cemetery, Bryant, SD.--Ed]