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True story of a young Aussie woman coming to America to marry a man she only knew for 9 days.

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  • Lest You Forget

    Lest You Forget

    Lest You Forget

  • Lest You Forget

    Foreword

    This narrative is written for the descendants of Lyn and I as well as the rest of our extended families and their heritage. As I have grown older, my perspective on life has changed from simply focusing on the needs of the moment. Into my sixth decade of life as I write this, I can look back now on the majority of my life and realize that God allowed me a very special privilege in this life. He took a young man of from a simple farm background and gave him an inordinate interest in travel, both domestic and foreign. And, it was this interest that He used to lead me to a young coal-miners daughter in Ipswich, Australia in 1972 whom He had prepared to become my lifes partner. We were married on May 4th, 1973. For the rest of the years since then, Lyn was my wife, my partner, my confidant and the center of my life. My greatest fear is that a generation or two after our passing into eternity, Lyns special place in the Hintermeister and Lehmann family will only be a footnote with faint clarity hindered by memories that are faulty. For those of you who are yet living, I want to allow you to enter into our lives to get a glimpse of this special woman who had the touch of Gods hands on her life from an early age. There are three areas I think will give you insight into this womans character. One, the story of how she and I met. Two, some highlights of how God used her in our lives together. And three, I especially want you to see her journey through cancer and the lessons we both learned from that. Though the Bible tells us we wont have marriage in heaven as we know it on earth, I have asked the Lord that I might be able to spend unlimited amounts of time with Lyn throughout eternity. Life was just too short for me to get to know this Aussie the way I would have liked.

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    The Meeting In 1972 I was teaching senior English at Mt. Lake High School in Minnesota. I was a 26 year old bachelor who was excited about life. I cant remember being very concerned about marriage though girls were rather interesting. The whole matter of settling down and living a normal life of a wife and children, seemed rather abstract. My background was that of a reluctant agrarian. I was born into a large family of 4 living brothers and 3 sisters, all of whom contributed to my growing up in various ways. Though I had several brothers who farmed for various periods of time, I found farming low on the list of my interests in life. Though it was nearly 60 years ago, I can remember quite vividly the morning I very decidedly made a commitment not to farm.

    My father, Ralph, was working on an old corn planter, old because that is the only machinery we ever had. The planter was on the north side of the lawn that extended from our house about 50 yards towards the chicken yard. As a young 3 year old, I walked out of our white farm house barefooted and walked to be near dad. As I neared the planter, I took another step and felt the cold, sticky sensation of chicken manure oozing up between my toes. To this day, I remember that as a

    defining moment as to my discarding farming as a career choice. My mother, Dorothy, instilled in me at an early age the love of reading that I continued throughout my life. She read to me when I did not know how to read and she also had books around the house that I later devoured until I began to discern my own reading interests. The other heritage my mother passed on to me was a spiritual sensitivity. She got much of her sustenance from daily reading of the Bible and also from programs on the radio such as Dr. Epp from the program Back to the Bible.

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    Moms goal for her family was that each one of us would have a knowledge of salvation and to subsequently live lives that were God honoring. Though conflicted with the usual struggles of a young teenager, mom helped develop in me a love for the Word and for seeing other people come to know the Lord. She encouraged me to interrupt my college years to take a year off

    and go to Culver City Bible School in Culver City, California. It was a pivotal year in my life as I developed a perspective on life that influenced my life choices for the rest of my life. Upon returning from CCBS, I went back to college at Mankato State in Mankato, Minnesota and finished a B.S. degree in English Education. I chose my degree on the most simplest of principles: I could read and write better than I could study the sciences so this became a natural choice. During my senior year, I combined my love for travel with my studies and chose to do my student teaching in Guadalajara, Mexico. When I returned to the States to finish my college career, I interviewed for a job and was hired on the spot by Henry Drewes who was the superintendent of the Mt. Lake High School in Mt. Lake, Minnesota. I look back on my two years in Mt. Lake with a life-long satisfaction. On my first day of teaching, I took ten minutes out of each class to share my testimony of how God saved me and how this relationship with Him would affect my teaching. From that day onwards, I was a marked man, both by my students and by my peers. In my second year of teaching, a mini-revival broke out in the school. This time period was right in the middle of the Jesus People movement and though we were far from the West Coast, the Spirit of God worked mightily in our midst as well. Before classes ended for the year, 42 students came to know the Lord during the last couple of months. It was an unreal atmosphere. There were times other teachers complained to me that all the kids wanted to talk about was the Lord and His return. I had a daily prayer meeting in my classroom over the noon hour. Sometimes as many as 30 plus kids would show up for an hour of prayer. Kids were getting saved in hallways between classes. We organized meetings in the park where we would sing and fellowship with new believers, some of whom the week before were attending keg

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    parties but were now testifying to their new found faith. It was one of the highlight times of my spiritual life. During both my first and second years of teaching in Mt. Lake, I worked with two regional Youth for Christ directors. These directors, Gary Bawden and Gary Dangerfield, were responsible for holding rallies and meetings in various high schools in the area. I was intimately involved with helping to establish clubs and hold meetings both years.

    During my second year at Mt. Lake, Gary Dangerfield set in motion a process that eventually resulted in me being asked to supervise a Minnesota YFC singing team that was going to tour Hawaii, New Zealand, Australia, Hong Kong and South Korea in the fall of 1972 at the invitation of the national YFC organization. The six individuals on the Minnesota team known by the

    name, The Mighty Wind, was going to sing at high schools, colleges, churches and other venues throughout those countries and in most of the places, I was going to preach as well. The original plan was to have me lead the tour through New Zealand and then Ken Davis (who later went on to become well known internationally as a Christian humorist) was to replace me and take the team from Australia onwards to complete the tour. However, Ken sent me a letter while we were in New Zealand and asked if I could possibly do the rest of the tour as something had come up to delay him. I agreed. We left Wellington, New Zealand and flew into Melbourne where we had a wonderful time touring the city and surrounding countryside with rallies of music and preaching. But, a strange sense came over me during this time. I was a pretty carefree guy emotionally and a lot more positive than negative in my daily temperament. However, the ten days we were in the Melbourne area became a very lonely time for me. I was placed in a host home away from the rest of the team. Looking back at it, I am sure this was an influence on me. But for whatever reason, a wave of deep loneliness swept over me emotionally. It was a little bewildering. However as I look back in hindsight, I believe God was preparing me to stop in my life and realize that He had a helpmate prepared for me.

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    On a rainy November night in 1972, I met this young, vivacious blond named Lyn Lehmann, someone most of you know only as mom, sister-in-law, aunt, Nana or simply as Henrys wife.

    As I write this nearly 35 years later, I can remember with great clarity the drizzly night I knocked on the red front door of the YFC house that served as headquarters. A young woman welcomed the team and I out of the rain. Lyn was always happy to tell people that her first impression of me was that I was grumpy. She was right. I was not a happy camper. One of the 6 team members, Kathy, had been chatting on the phone

    in the Melbourne airport and had missed the plane. Upon arriving in Brisbane, I had to work through the details of getting her to where we were and undoubtedly I was not joyful. When I saw Lyn for the first time, I was struck by two things, one, how pretty she was and secondly, by her vivaciousness. She was very outgoing and made everyone around her feel like they were the most important person in the room. Our team was scheduled to be in the Brisbane area for 9 days, most of them filled with meetings during the day as well as at night. Eric Leach was the YFC director in Brisbane and Lyn was his administrative assistant. Part of her job was to arrange our itinerary during the time we were there. Because Eric also lived in the YFC house, he had me stay there as well. This turned out be a most fortuitous invitation as for the next 9 days I was able to