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Whether you’re interested in missionary life, the Lutheran Church, the history of Madagascar, or genealogy, you’ll enjoy Living the Great Commission in Madagascar.
Clara Agnes Braaten kept a diary from the year she married the author’s father, Torstein Folkvard Braaten, in 1922 until she was ninety-four-years old.
Three weeks after they were married, they departed Minneapolis by train for New York City to board the Stavangerfjord, a fine Norwegian ocean libber, to cross the Atlantic Ocean on their way to Bergen, Norway.
The author’s father had accepted a call from the Foreign Mission Board of the Norwegian Lutheran Church in America to become a missionary to Madagascar. The couple decided to visit Norway on their way to Paris, France, where they were to spend one year learning the French language.
In this book, the author draws on his mother’s diaries to highlight why his parents obeyed the Great Commission and how they lived it every day in Madagascar. The book includes excerpts selected from his mother’s diary as well as a brief narrative of what the author remembers about growing up in Madagascar.
Whether you’re interested in missionary life, the Lutheran Church, the history of Madagascar, or genealogy, you’ll enjoy Living the Great Commission in Madagascar.

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Lutheran

Religious

Lettres et linguistique

Jesús de Nazaret

Lutheranism

Biography

Jesus

Autobiography

Jésus de Nazareth

Madagascar

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Publié par	Archway Publishing
Date de parution	12 mars 2023
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781665739924
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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LIVING THE GREAT COMMISSION IN MADAGASCAR
THE STORY OF MY MISSIONARY FAMILY FROM THE DIARY OF CLARA BRAATEN
CARL E. BRAATEN

Copyright © 2023 Carl E. Braaten.

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This book is a work of non-fiction. Unless otherwise noted, the author and the publisher make no explicit guarantees as to the accuracy of the information contained in this book and in some cases, names of people and places have been altered to protect their privacy.

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ISBN: 978-1-6657-3993-1 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-6657-3992-4 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2023904072

Archway Publishing rev. date: 03/09/2023
CONTENTS
Acknowledgments
Preface
Part 1:The Personal Diary of my Mother, Clara Agnes Braaten
Postscript by the Editor
Photos
Part 2:Tales of a Missionary Kid Growing Up in Madagascar
Photos
About the Book
About the Author

Dedicated to All the Lutheran Missionaries
Who Planted the Christian Church in Madagascar

Mother at her desk with a Malagasy lady

N. B. I am pleased to credit the Nations Online Project for the use of the above map.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
M any hands have contributed to the making of this book. I was encouraged by family members to bring to the light of day the personal diary of my mother, Clara Braaten, the grandmother of my four children, Craig, Martha, Maria, and Kristofer, the great grandmother of Craig’s four children, Jennifer, James, Sylvia, and Linnea, Martha’s two children, Jake and Dana, Maria’s two children, Sean and Sonja, and Kristofer’s three children, Ransom, Lennon, and Bergen, and the great grandmother of Jennifer’s two children, Jonathan and Carson, James’ three children, Rylee, Carly, and Jameson, and Linnea’s child, Micah. May the Braaten tribe increase!
I was encouraged along the way by my wife, Beryl, to keep plugging along to the finish line. A huge debt of gratitude I owe to my daughter, Martha Memmesheimer, who was engaged from the start in editing, proof reading, and getting the photos ready for print. We also wish to acknowledge the help of a number of family members who shared albums in their possession with a great variety of photographs from the years my parents served as missionaries in Madagascar — Carolyn Akland, my sister Agnes’s daughter, Dianne Moen, my sister Arlene’s daughter, Mark Braaten, my brother F. Martin’s son, and Jennifer Sayler, Craig’s daughter.
PREFACE
M y mother, Clara Agnes Braaten, kept a diary from the year she married my father, Torstein Folkvard Braaten, in 1922 until she was ninety four years old, living in California with my sister Agnes and her husband, Dr. Leonard Akland. Three weeks after they were married, they departed Minneapolis by train for New York City to board the Stavangerfjord, a fine Norwegian ocean liner, to cross the Atlantic Ocean on their way to Bergen, Norway, the country of my father’s birth. My father had accepted a call from the Foreign Mission Board of the Norwegian Lutheran Church in America to become a missionary to Madagascar. They decided to visit Norway on their way to Paris, France, where they were to spend one year learning the French language. My father had left Norway thirteen years earlier to emigrate to the United States, preceded by two older brothers, Kittel and Olaf. My mother had never been to Norway but her parents had emigrated from Norway decades earlier.
I have entitled this book, Living the Great Commission in Madagascar , because the reason my parents decided to become missionaries was to respond, like thousands of others in the nineteenth century, to the Great Commission of our Lord, “Go therefore and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.” (Matthew 28: 19) That is what they did. They not only obeyed the Great Commission, they lived it every day through thick and thin on the mission field in Madagascar, as my mother recounts in several volumes of her diary. I have read them from time to time, but I was so involved in my own teaching profession, writing books and articles and editing journals of theology, that I kept them on a library shelf until at some later date I might figure out what to do with them. That time has now come. I have decided to edit them in such a way as to tell the story of the life and work of my parents during their thirty five years as missionaries.
Part One of this book consists of excerpts selected from my mother’s personal diary. Part Two is a brief narrative of what I remember of my growing up years in Madagascar, until I left for my senior year of high school at Augustana Academy in Canton, South Dakota. This part of the story will include biographical information about my siblings, my two older sisters, Agnes Theodora and Arlene Marie, and my older brother, Folkvard Martin, as well as things I remember of the life we shared at the Missionary Children’s Home in Fort Dauphin, a port city at the very southern tip of the island of Madagascar.
PART ONE
The Personal Diary of my Mother, Clara Agnes Braaten
O n June 25, 1922 at 7:10 pm we left Union Station in Minneapolis. A few of our friends and relatives saw us off. The evening was beautiful and we were both in good humor and health.
June 26. We arrived in Chicago 8 o’clock in the morning. Unused to going to bed on a train we did not sleep much, and we were afraid that Torstein, who had the upper berth, would roll out of bed on the floor. Our first impression of Chicago was not very favorable. The Union Station was one of the dirtiest places in the city. All we accomplished was a trip to Montgomery Ward and bought a little lunch. We left Chicago at 5:30pm that same day on one of the fastest trains speeding non-stop to New York.
June 27. We are to arrive in New York tonight. We had a good night’s rest. When we awoke we saw a different lay of the land, high hills with towns close together, small patches of fields and gardens, and very poor buildings. We enjoyed having breakfast in our berth. At 8:30am as we were winding up the mountains, we came to a wonderful bend called Horseshoe Curve, which wound around a great canyon. This is the grandest scenery I have ever seen in the USA. It is a little foretaste of what we hope to see when we come to Norway. We arrived in New York at 5:30pm, called up Rev. Eikjarud at the Immigrant Home and were met by one of the workers. We took our first ride on the underground street car.
June 28. We had a good rest last night. We took a walk down town on the Broadway and then rode an elevator to the top of the Woolworth Building. After that we took a sightseeing tour around the city.
June 29. We went to the docks in Brooklyn both forenoon and afternoon. Eikjarud took us to the new Immigrant Home which our church was just about to buy. In the evening we took the ferry to see the Statue of Liberty. It’s a wonderful piece of art, presented to America by France. We climbed up half-way.
June 30. We left Brooklyn on board the Stavangerfjord at noon. As the boat began to move, the band played the Star Spangled Banner. What a strange feeling to leave our homeland for a foreign land like Madagascar. It was as if our heart strings were being broken.
The day was beautiful and the ocean was quiet. The boat is said to be one of the finest modern ocean liners crossing the Atlantic Ocean. The boat began to lift at supper time so I did not feel so well. On Saturday and Sunday we had very fine weather. Services were held on Sunday morning, led by Rev. Njaa from Northwood, North Dakota. (Torstein wants dinner as soon as possible; Clara wants to sleep only once in awhile, that is, all the time).
July 4. We cannot realize it’s the fourth of July. A divine service was held in the morning. There was some kind of entertainment all day long.
July 8. The sea was more quiet today than it has been since we left New York. We are very well and enjoying the trip.
July 9. We passed the Shetland Islands and came into the North Sea about midnight. We noticed the ship began to pitch more but still had nice weather. About 1 o’clock am we stopped and took a pilot on board. From then on we went at slow speed into the Bergen fjord. Torstein got up at 2 o’clock am to see land and get a first glimpse of his home country which he had not seen for thirteen years. I slept until the usual time and wasn’t very excited about it. On both sides of the fjord we could see neat fishermen’s homes dotting the barren cliffs, and we could see beautiful little gardens around the houses and green patches with white fences around them.
We landed at the pier of Bergen at 4 o’clock in the morning. We had our passports and landing cards inspected. At 5am we had breakfast and then stepped ashore with our suit cases and went for the mission hotel. Having reserved a room for the night we went downtown to see the historical places and nature sceneries. First we went to see Haakon’s Halle and Hanseatic Museum. Then we took a r