It’s late Monday night and I find myself back in the central Chinese city of Wuhan, looking for evidence of Esther Nelson.
When Noel and I were here in March, we learned that an institution in town has an extensive archive of pre-1949 mission agency documents. A friend of a friend of a friend has secured permission for me to spend the day poking around the archives, which I plan to do tomorrow.
I will be looking for information on Esther, a bell, and an airplane. (You’ll have to stay tuned to hear more about that.)
Here’s another photo from our trip in March — of the old city of Huili, Sichuan. Take away the motorcycles, the emergency shelter sign and the security camera keeping watch over the citizenry, and Esther probably would recognize the intersection.
Wow! My great aunt was a missionary in China, kicked out in ’49 and apparently I have relatives, distant cousins I think, who are actually buried in Wuhan. I may be interested in those archives when I find myself there. Providence.