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A Test of Faith

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February 2020

GUIDEPOSTS celebrates its seventy-fifth anniversary this year.

- T. W. KIRKPATRICK

A Test of Faith

We’ve been looking back at stories that mark important events during those years, moments when America came together.

In the early fifties, polio was a national scourge. The epidemic peaked in 1952; there were nearly 58,000 cases, with more than 3,000 deaths and some 21,000 people leftparalyzed, most of them children.

The next year, Jonas Salk announced his polio vaccine. The first volunteer to test it had been Bill Kirkpatrick, a teenage polio patient. (Someone who’d already contracted polio wouldn’t get the disease again if something went wrong.) In 1954, his father wrote an open letter to his son in gratitude for his role in creating the lifesaving vaccine.

Bill not only recovered from polio but thrived. He graduated from Franklin & Marshall College, went to seminary and became a minister in the Episcopal Church. He served in several dioceses, scaling back his work in the 1980s, when he developed post-polio syndrome. He died in 2003.

Here are his father’s poignant words, as published in the October 1954 issue of Guideposts.

Dear Son: Every father has a special feeling about his son that’s hard to put into words. From the day you were born, back in 1935, and all during your next 19 years of achievement, I saw a little of myself in you—just as I did in Joe, your older brother, during his school days—my hopes, my dreams, my own ambitions unfulfilled.

I was proud of your boyish ability to cast for trout, your skill in other sports. I’ll not

forget the football game at Shady Side when you, a 130-pound tackle, kept breaking through the opposing team’s line to down their 175-pound fullback.

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Ours was not a musical family. Dad had a guitar he never played. We kids plucked at the strings, but none of us thought to learn to play it ourselves. As part of a music program in school, I took up the recorder. The hope was to graduate to clarinet and join the band. I liked the recorder and practiced regularly. But my family could not afford a clarinet, and I stopped.

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His Cardinal Rule

Why this man has crafted hundreds of redbirds out of wood and given them away

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Their Scrappy Christmas

It looked like they wouldn't have much of a holiday that year

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Blankets for Baby Jesus

Could I get my young son to understand the reason for the season?

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The Legend of Zelda

How learning to play a video game unexpectedly helped this mom in her grief journey

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The Popover Promise

My first Christmas as a mother had me longing for childhood Christmases with my mom

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Stitched With Love

If the Lord is willing and the creek don't rise, I know exactly where I'll be every Monday at 3 P.M.

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A Hundred Shades of Green

Day by day, I was losing my daddy to dementia. What would be left of him?

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“MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM HEAVEN”

Four nights before Christmas, and my tree was bare.

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The Memory Ornament

I sat at the dining room table, surrounded by craft supplies, putting the finishing touches on my mom's Christmas gift—an ornament that opened like a jar and held slips of paper with handwritten memories of the year.

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