Edna Dorothy Vawser
I never met my Great Aunt Edna, in fact when I visited India, she was visiting Perth! But I now work for the organisation that supported her for many of the years she served God in India, OMB, now GMP.
What I am compiling is simply a long page of the memories that remain of the service Edna gave to God and the people of her beloved India. I have managed to get some old ABC Four Corners video so have a watch and read through some of these old clippings, sourced mainly from my Grand Father, Edna’s cousin, Harold Bentley Vawser and enjoy the history.
- Affirmed by Churches of Christ Australia
- Profile of an Amazing lady
- The press anounce OAM
- Edna visits Western Australia
- Harold vawser’s notes on Edna’s life for his bible study group.
- A report about the OAM’s given to Hazel and Edna
- Word on awards given to these amazing ladies.
- Edna and Hazel recieve OAM in India
- Hazel Skuse writes about Edna’s health issues
- Joan Vawser tells of Edna’s death to Harold and Phylis in Perth
- Write up in Australian Christian tells all of Edna’s amzing life
- Australian Christian Write up page 2
- Epitaph Reads: This little life will soon pass, only that done for Christ will last.
And in her own humble words…An article written for the OMB Partners book celebrating 100 years of missions work 1891-1991 from Australian Churches of Christ.
I Just Do Things
By Edna Vawser
You want a précis of sixty-four years of my life in mission service!
It takes more than coming to a foreign land to make a missionary.
In my case, it involved dedication before I was born and living as a child in the care of most loving Christian parents. It included sitting by the fire on a cold afternoon after Sunday School, listening to mother read the lives of missionaries like Hudson Taylor and Mary Slessor.
At an early age I was determined to be a missionary and I studied towards that end. When I was seventeen, mother took four small motherless children into our home. That meant upheaval to my stud¬ies and plans. But one day, when I could not leave the sick children so that I could play tennis with my friends, I knew that God had accepted me and that brought joy.
I first sailed for India, with Nell Morris and Andy Hughes, in 1926. I was a trained secondary school teacher and expected to use this skill, but I was sent to the Shrigonda Girls’ and Babies’ Home. Babies, bottles and nappies! I had been prepared for this under mother’s wise guidance. Accepted for what? God knew beforehand and prepared me thoroughly. Miss Cameron and I loved those unwanted children and the love has not abated now that they have become parents and grandparents.
In 1940 I was transferred to the Boys’ Home at Baramati, where I was told I would be happier. This was laughable. I went to the coast north of Bombay and walked the beach until I was ready to accept this new appointment with serenity. How I prayed! Now I can look back and feel that 1940 52 were the happiest years of my life, spent caring for and loving the boys. Here God opened my eyes to the need for caring for TB patients.
After the war years a new group of missionaries arrived. I felt that my work was over and I had better go home and get a job and save for my old age. In 1952 I left India, as I felt, for good.
After fifteen days at home, I started my deputation work so that I could get a job quickly. I was unhappy, but each morning I would wake with this verse in my mind: “Trust in the Lord with all thine heart. Lean not to thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge Him and He shall direct thy paths.” Each morning it was like receiving orders. I asked the Lord to do four things to convince me that he wanted me to return to India. That my mother would not need me. That I would have work not taken from or being done by another. That I could have a room to myself for private devotions. That there be an invitation from the Indian people, not merely be sent back by the Board.
I thought that these things would be almost impossible. When I arrived in Brisbane after visiting churches in North Queensland, there were four letters waiting for me. Together they met all four needs. Sent back to India by God! He does direct our paths.
I was soon booked on a ship to be in India by 15 October so that I could take charge of the Language School for missionaries run by the Bombay Christian Council at Pune. After that I was involved again in children’s work in the Homes and schools.
When I was 65 years old and about to retire, in 1967 a Hindu man said to me: “We have no drinking water in our village”. God gave me a caring heart and I went to Bombay to CASA (Church Auxiliary for Social Action). I was told to get plans and estimates and they would help with a Food for Work project to do water conservation in that village.
The first work started on 26 January 1968 and Miss Skuce and I are still building percolation dams for water conservation. More than 250 have been completed. Some big ones hold 15 million cubic feet of water when full. The Baramati Agricultural Development Trust was born from this work and has made a tremendous contribution for the poor and needy of this State. God is more than wonderful and he knows best.
He gives the health and strength to do his work and we can never. praise Him enough.
This is not worth publishing. I just things, hoping that people may be saved for Christ’s kingdom. The latest is rehabilitation for alcoholics, sending men to Miraj Christian Hospital for this. God bless you.
March 12, 2009 at 5:10 pm
Hi Scott,
My grandfather was Aunty Edna’s older brother. I grew up being inspired by her and met her at least three times. I married the grandson of one of Aunty Edna’s closest friends from College of the Bible. She and her husband were also famous Churches of Christ missionaries.
I grew up in a family that was not Christian but came to know the Lord as my Saviour in my late teens and have walked with Him ever since. I then really appreciated the wonderful Christian heritage that I had through the Vawser family.
I live in Melbourne. My grandparents and their family moved to Victoria from Adelaide in the mid 1950’s and stayed in Victoria.
Our friend is Perth found this website when looking for a home church to attend in his area.
Great work you have done assembling all the Edna Vawser information. Thank you.
March 13, 2009 at 3:36 am
Thanks for your encouragement. I too have counted my heritage a gift.
Wow Aunty Edna’s older brother, I am doing a family tree at the moment, what was his name? Was their father’s name Percy?
Thanks again for commenting.
Scott
December 15, 2009 at 12:57 pm
I am also a relation. My grandfather was William Hayden Vawser, brother to Uncle Hal. My husband and I have also done missionary work in India. My husband 4 times and I only twice. We were at a Bible School in Vijayawada last year. There is so much work to be done in that country.
I am of the belief that our ancestors came from Lille in France at the time of the St Bartholomews Day Massacre in the 1500’s. Does your information agree? I would love to correspond with you as I can really only go back to 1800 in March, Cambridgeshire with any certainty.
March 14, 2009 at 2:53 pm
Wow, what an amazing person. I would like to be a missionary in India one day myself, and am so impressed by those who give of their lives in such a way. I only hope that one day I will be able to as well! Thank you for the post!
-Alexandra
http://alexandrakent.wordpress.com/
March 14, 2009 at 5:33 pm
Scott,
My Grandfather was Leeson William Vawser and his father was William Edward.
Alexandra, Yes it is inspiring. I was always impressed that Aunty Edna went to India and made it her home. She loved the country and the people.
Thanks again Scott for honouring her.
April 17, 2009 at 9:02 am
That was great that she was in India all that time for the sake of the Lord!!
June 16, 2009 at 3:17 am
When I googled Aunty Hazel and Aunty Edna, I never expected to find all of this. This is an amazing website – especially the ABC video. It’s taken me straight back to all my childhoods in Baramati at Edna and Hazel’s house. They had it split down the middle. Hazel’s half was hot and bright and maybe a bit tacky. Edna’s was cool and dark and austere and a bit scary for a kid! Both of them were wonderful women, and being around them on school holidays included the most fantastic experiences because they were always doing something different. It’s hard to quantify the difference that those two women made in Baramati, or the difference they made to my life. I miss them both terribly.
June 16, 2009 at 7:34 am
Wow Liz – lovely to hear that you knew both these wonderful women so well. I would love to hear your story.
June 16, 2009 at 3:34 pm
Thanks for all your feedback! In fact I never met this wonderful lady. But remain to this day very proud that she was my great aunt.
I have shared everything I know about her, maybe others could add some memories on the comments here. Thanks for the comments folks!
January 17, 2010 at 11:53 am
Dear Scott,
Edna Vawser was one of my distant cousins. I live in the United States. We share common ancesters, who are John Vawser and Elizabeth Ann Southwell. Most of their children went to Australia, but their son John William Vawser came to America. My line is with him.
I’m glad you put Edna’s photos and information on this website. I’m proud of her too and plan to add a copy of her photo to my family tree. I would love to hear from you. Carol Peterson