Favorite Memories of Growing Up Adventist
My favorite thing growing up was Friday night, hair washed, in our jammies, listening to my mom play the piano or listening to Sam Campbell stories.—Laurie Gauthier [MAIN STORY]
At camp meeting, I loved waiting in the long line, late Saturday night after the evening meetings, for a veggie burger.—Teri Pollard
Lying on the floor listening to The Bible in Living Sound while coloring. Dressing up and acting out the Bible stories.—Teresa Peckham
My Junior Sabbath school leaders gave us a seashell when we knew our memory verse. By the end of the year, we had a nice collection of small but beautiful shells from around the world—each identified and tied to a memory verse.—Glen Milam
It was all those enjoyable Pathfinder camping trips: sleeping in old pup tents; sitting around the campfire listening to stories.—Steve Hamilton
Haystacks for Sabbath lunch every single Sabbath there wasn’t a potluck!—Katrina Pepper
Friday evenings. Lights dimmed. Candles burning. A stack of Heritage Singers LPs on the record player. And me, lying with my 5-year-old head resting on my daddy’s chest as he patted my back along with the rhythm of the songs. That’s gold. Can’t wait to see him again.—Mark Bond
Saturday night popcorn and fruit salad, and getting together with other families to play games.—Alyssa Truman
We had our own record player, and all those Eric B. Hare stories such as “Pip Pip the Naughty Chicken,” on 45s.—Ronald Simkin
At the Michigan camp meeting, standing on the porch at the back of the main auditorium with all the other academy girls watching the boys go by.—Sheryal Vandenberghe
Shoes polished with white shoe polish Friday afternoon. Roasts with crusty edges. Potluck vegetarian steaks with sour cream gravy. Jell-O salads.—Pamela Maize Harris
Sabbath school songs—“The Captain Calls for You,” “We’ve a Story to Tell to the Nations,” “Love Lifted Me”—although that last song seems more appropriate, on reflection, for a group of reformed drunken sailors than primary kids.—Evelyn Caro
Back when “camp” was still part of camp meeting, and we camped in the back of the farm straight truck. We had to spend some time cleaning it up good first—it was used to haul cows as well as corn!—Deea Kaufmann
The most reverent foot washings in my memory were at Platte Valley Academy with the girls singing hymns softly.—Monica Wootton
Going Ingathering door to door to residential areas and bars (I can’t believe we did that), caroling, coming back to the church with our tin cans full of money, and having hot chocolate.—Rejane Jackson
At Lone Star Camp (Texas) we had to learn to waterski quick, because if we fell we would be next to the water moccasins. I loved growing up Adventist.—Shayne Remmers
Is It Better to Be a Junior Now, or Then?
It’s easy to see that growing up is different now than it was when the Review and Herald Publishing Association introduced Guide magazine 60 years ago. When was the better time to be a kid?
Advantages of Being a Junior in the 1950s
Advantages of Being a Junior Today
- More time was spent outdoors and in nature.
- Junior Missionary Volunteer programs gave youth something to do every Sabbath.
- Adventists were sheltered from media, especially from movies.
- No addictive video games (unless you count pinball).
- Mother was more likely to be at home.
- Lower rates of divorce.
- Strong emphasis on temperance.
- No Internet.
- The Internet.
- Smoking tobacco is less of a temptation.
- Houses, on average, are twice as big.
- More ethnic diversity among friends at church and school.
- Racism is no longer openly tolerated.
- Many media choices.
- Seat belts and bicycle helmets.
- More Lego kits.
- Opportunity for short-term mission projects.
- More career options—especially for minorities and women.
- Spiritual education is more likely to emphasize God’s love and grace.
Pen Pals for Life
Jan was a teenager in 1956 when she submitted her name to the Pen Pals column in Guide magazine. Her entry in the long list of names and addresses caught the attention of Leroy Dickhaut, an academy student in South Dakota.
He began writing to her, and continued until a wedding was planned. "My [future] husband wrote to me for five years," Jan recalls.
The couple had seven chidlren and enjoyed 49 years of marriage until Leroy's death in 2010, Jan Dickhaut still writes several friends she made through Guide's Pen Pal column.