February Newsletter - Pioneer Bible Church

February 2015
Good Tidings
Monthly Newsletter of Pioneer Bible Church
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“God Always Had His
Hand On Me”
A Tribute to Herb Jahn
Herbert Albert Jahn was born March 18, 1923 in Grossbreitenbach,
Germany. Seven months after his birth, his mother left for America and left
Herb to be raised by his aging grandparents. For 15 years his loving
grandparents gave him all that a small-town, country life could offer, and
he loved it! His grandmother, Lydia, took him to church and taught him the
Lord’s Prayer, which he would recite in German every night, just as he was
taught. When his grandmother died in December 1937 at age 74, Herb’s
Aunt Rosa and Uncle Lorenz took him to the American Consulate in
Hamburg to try to get him out of the country, to America. Herb explained,
“The Jewish people saw the writing on the wall and had gotten all the
lower exit numbers in order to leave Germany.” The first number issued to
Herb by the US Consulate wouldn’t have gotten him out of the country in
less than two years, and he likely would have ended up drafted into the
German army. Herb’s Uncle Lorenz wrote many letters on his behalf, and
was able to get him a lower exit number. Within 6-months, Herb was off to
He sailed out of Hamburg on the S.S. New York on June 16, 1936 at the age
of just 15, speaking no English. Eight days later he reunited with his
mother Klara, at the port of New York, for the first time since she left
Germany. He attended high school in America, graduating in 1942. He
became a clerk in a small grocery store, making deliveries to big estates all
over Long Island.
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In This Issue
Honoring the Sanctity of Life
Ketones Aren’t From Motown:
A Weight Loss Success Story
Six Ways to Make an Impact for Life
Mountain Creek Band Uniform Drive
FBC Chapel Remodel
Wedding Anniversaries
Honoring the Sanctity of Life
Ronald Reagan issued a presidential
proclamation on January 16, 1984
designating Sunday, January 22,
1984, National Sanctity of Human
Life Day. He noted that it was the
11th anniversary of the Supreme
Court decision Roe v. Wade which
guaranteed a woman’s right to access
to abortion.
In 2015, the observance fell on
January 18, although here at PBC we
recognized the event the following
Sunday. Our church has made
promoting the concept that life is a
sacred gift from our Creator a
priority. In 2014, PBC was among
the top ten financial supporters to the
Pregnancy Counseling Center on
Main Street in Placerville.
The Pregnancy Counseling Center is
an institution that touches the lives of
women at their moments of greatest
need. 195 women had 571
appointments at the center in 2014,
and 108 clients sought other
resources. The center distributed
1,089 bags of diapers and 33 baby
This month, PBC will be bringing
you more ways you can help support
this important institution. Even the
kids can get involved! Our children in
the Awana program will be earning
memorization and good behavior.
Thou art our Father;
We are the clay, and
Thou our potter; and
all of us are the work
of Thy hand.
- Isaiah 64:8, NASV
The PCS facility on Main Street
They can then spend their bucks at the
Awana store to fill a basket with
diapers and products that will help a
Who Does PCS Serve?
pregnancy. You can contribute to this
wonderful program with financial Ages of Women Seeking Services
donations (made out to the Awana
store), or with gifts of new, highquality childcare products. If you
would like to assemble a baby-basket
yourself, see the office for a list of
items to be included. Consider adding
a handwritten note of encouragement.
Short on time? Packages of diapers are
also always welcome!
Time to Get Fit!
Looking for help keeping that New Year’s Resolution to lose weight and get into
shape? Try Sandie Hanson’s new book, Ketones Aren’t From Motown: A Weight
Loss Success Story. This book packs solid advice and healthy recipes into a fun,
easy-to-understand volume, which is available on iTunes, Barnes and Noble,
Amazon, and Smashwords.
Sandie writes, “If you’re like me, you want to lose your extra pounds with the least
amount of effort. I don’t have a magic pill, but I have found a way to lose fat and
keep it off without feeling deprived. I am happy to share my story and if it helps
you achieve your goal, then it makes my success story even sweeter.”
Several people from our church have already read this book, and are applying its
principles for a healthier 2015. Let’s congratulate Sandie on her first book!
In March of 1943, Herb volunteered to join the US Army. He was assigned
to the language division of the Army Special Training Program at the
University of Washington where he lived in the DKE Fraternity House. For
six months Herb studied the Korean language. It wasn’t until Herb’s
commanding officer reviewed his service record that he realized Herb spoke
fluent German. He was transferred to the German language program at
Oregon State College. It was there he first met Elizabeth “Betty”
Woodward, who would become his wife of 53 years.
and legs were severely damaged from frostbite. He was taken to a
makeshift hospital in Plymouth, England, which consisted of several
Quonset huts. The skin on his legs and feet turned black and his veins
looked like road maps. Herb said some of the other soldiers looked on
and made bets which toe would fall off next.
Herb was transferred to, then released from, a hospital in North Carolina
in 1945. While in France, Herb and Betty had written to each other
whenever possible, and renewed their friendship when he returned to
America. He came back to Oregon, where the Army was closing and
dismantling camp Adair where he had trained. German prisoners from
the Africa Corps were loading what was left of the camp in freight cars.
The colonel in charge of this project was not satisfied with those who
were supervising the prisoners, and put Herb in charge. “I treated them
as human beings,” Herb remembered. “I bought them cigarettes and
coffee, and noticed the production went up.”
From Oregon State, Herb was moved into the 70 th Division. In April of
1944 this division was sent to the Saap Basin to clear the German troops out
of Hagenau and other small towns, including Phillipsburg. Eventually Herb
ended up in the Vosges Mountains, a small mountain range which runs
along the French-German border. The following is a true story, written by
Herb himself:
Sergeant Tally had come by the fox hole I was in and we talked about my
previous patrols of a hill top. I told the sergeant I noticed some fox holes
and asked him if anyone had reconnoitered over the top of this hill to see if
there were Germans. The sergeant said he didn’t know, and in the next
breath, said “Why don’t we go up there and take a look?” These hills were
like any other hills, but at some points would rise about ten feet straight up
and then be flat, like a table top. I climbed out of my fox hole, and Sgt. Tally
and I both approached the rise trying to find a path that would take us to
the top. We found a path, and Sgt. Tally was ahead of me as we climbed and
moved over to another path, making it to the edge of that table top. Sgt.
Tally was kneeling down perusing the area. I had slipped on the path and
was still climbing. I heard a shot and saw Sgt. Tally hunker down and fall
forward. I looked from where I was and saw German steel helmets bobbing
all over the place in their holes. All I could do was get to him at the edge of
that table top and reach up to pull him down. I opened his shirt, and there
was a little blue hole right where he heart was, and I knew he was dead.
That shot alerted the other soldiers and they all got out of their holes and
climbed to see what happened. There was a collection of probably 10 guys
around me and Sgt. Tally’s body, and before you know it, a German
machine gun opened up on the hill and shot directly at our hill from the
bottom. The German machine gun sheltered in the brush at the bottom kept
firing into the hillside and it cost three other lives. When that happened, I
tried to make myself as small as possible under the lip—there was a sort of
a lip under that table top. The mistake the Germans made was firing tracer
bullets. I saw these tracer bullets come inches above me. Why they never hit
me, I don’t know. But as they came even closer, I made a dash for a hole
and jumped in. There was another fellow in there that I didn’t know, but I
jumped in anyway. Because they were using tracer bullets from their
machine guns, we could see they were originating down in the brush at the
bottom and opposite the hill. Just about every guy in a fox hole fired at that
particular point, and before you know it, the machine guns stopped. We
could hear a German moaning; that guy moaned all afternoon. I almost felt
sorry for him, because we had many Germans come out of their holes with
their hands up, saying, ‘Nein! Nein! Und Kinder!”(“No! No! I have
children!”)There was a rumor going around that the Americans were trying
to give themselves up to the Germans, and the Germans shot them, opened
fire on them, which meant our guys were trying to do the same thing. But we
were always told not to shoot them if they came out with their hands up. It
was against the law.”
Herb said his feet felt like lumps of clay that he had to purposely move as
he marched back. He had been in the cold and snow for so long, his feet
Herb in Bischweiller, France, Christmas Day 1944
After discharge, Herb went to art school in San Francisco. While in art
school he received several awards for his designs, and won an art contest
arranged through a major retail store for his design on the theme
“California.” Herb was hired in 1946 by Pacific Bell as an artist in the
directory (phone book) department for six years, then became Art
Director and then part of management. From there, he was promoted to
sales manager of a crew selling advertising for the Yellow Pages, then
promoted again to manager of a department which had six supervisors
and covered payroll for 350 men and women. Herb noticed that most of
the promotions were taking place in the sales department, so he applied
to move from Production to Sales. He got the position and was made
manager on a sales crew for the San Francisco directory, which Herb
said “… was the toughest book to sell in our circuit.” Herb received the
“perpetual trophy” for top sales there. He retired from Pacific Bell in
1981, after a career lasting 35 years.
Herb and Betty were married on April 4, 1946, at Oregon State College
and spent 53 happy years together. In 1981 they moved from San Bruno
to a home they built themselves here in Somerset, where they both lived
out their last days.
After Betty passed away in 1999, Herb met Gisela Barranger through a
friend. Gisela had lost her husband Paul the same year as Herb had lost
Betty, and Herb’s friend decided to “get these two Germans together.” It
was a match. They were friends for 12 years before being married by
Pastor Rob Langford on June 1, 2012.
Herb passed away at his Somerset home
on January 17, 2015. His memorial
service was held at Pioneer Bible
Church on Saturday, January 24 at
11:00 am. Pastor Rob Langford
officiated. He is survived by his
granddaughter Denise Rich, friend and
caregiver Nicky Walker, and wife
Sweet on Valentine’s Day
Each year on February 14, people
exchange cards, candy, flowers and
kisses in celebration of God’s gift of
romantic love. This day of romance
was named in honor of a 5th century
Christian martyr, Saint Valentine.
Many of the current legends
surrounding him became popular in
14th century England, notably by
Jeoffrey Chaucer and his circle, when
his feast day first became associated
with lovers. The skull of St. Valentine
is on display in the Basilica of Santa
Maria in Rome.
Mountain Creek
Middle School Band
Uniform Drive
Have your children outgrown their old dress
clothes? Why not donate them to the Mountain
Creek Middle School’s band program? The
school is collecting new or gently used boys or
girls collared dress shirts (in white or black),
black dress pants, and black dress shoes. Sizes
should range from older children’s sizes to
adult small. Garment bags would also be
welcome. You can drop them off, clean and in
a plastic bag, at the church office, or at
Mountain Creek Middle School’s office, Union
Mine High School band room, or Sabado
School of Music. If you have any questions,
direct them to [email protected], or
our own Esther Dawson.
However, the celebration has
roots in an earlier, pre-Roman
era pastoral festival called
Lupercalia, which was held
every February from the 13th
through the 15th. Lupercalia
itself superseded an earlier
holiday, Februa-- the holiday
of spring cleaning-- from
which the month takes its
Forward Bible Camp
Chapel Project
The chapel where kids meet to worship at FBC has
been in dire need of remodel for some time. Partial
demolition began on January 31st. The building will
be given a new floor. In addition the floor plan of
the structure will be altered so that in place of a
long, narrow orientation with the stage at the far
side of the entrance, the focus of the building will
change so that fewer, longer rows of seats face the
stage against a wide wall of the building, increasing
seating capacity.