don. After that Tim, Reinette, and Carol traveled around Europe for six months, with a long visit to Sweden. Peggy and Clyde married in February of that same year and moved into Tim and Reinette’s house during their absence.
October of 1949 found Tim and Reinette in the Newton Highlands area of Boston, living in a rented apartment where they would reside for approximately three years. Several trips were taken abroad and a boat trip to South America during this three-year period. At Christmas time in 1950 they traveled to Sweden and made a surprise visit to Tim’s relatives. They went back to Sweden again in early 1951 to attend Möster (Aunt) Maria’s funeral.
At the time of this particular trip to Sweden Tim saw an ad in a Stockholm paper stating that adoptive parents were wanted for a baby coming in March. Tim investigated and a visit was made to the parents-to-be, Ulla Ahl and Svante Mattson in Salefteo. Svante was doing his army service. Anna Maria Teresa Sullivan was born March 24, 1951 and in May Reinette went back to Sweden to get Anna at the tender age of two months. Reinette lived with Bertil and Greta in Mariestad until August, then flew home to Bakersfield with their new daughter.
Graduate Education (1950-1955)
While living in Boston, Tim attended the Babson Institute of Business Administration, completing the requirements for a certificate on June 16, 1951. Tim also took classes at the Episcopal Seminary in Cambridge, Massachusetts, the beginning of his interest in the Episcopal Church, an interest that would eventually lead him into the ministry.
During the period Tim, Reinette, and Anna were away from Bakersfield, various family members lived in the house at 2703 19th street. Lowell and Carol and their children, along with Lowell’s father, lived there from 1953 to 1957 and Brian and Joel were born during this time. Jeanne and Arnold, Peggy and Clyde (as noted above), and Alan and Beverly also lived in the house at various times. Mark was born to Alan and Bev during the time they occupied the Sullivan home.
Prior to going to England in 1953 for an extended period of time, Tim bought four lots in the Westchester area of Bakersfield and had Max build a building. This building was eventually leased to Lowell Ball who had a medical supply company among other businesses. Mr. Ball remained as the same tenant for over forty years. A plaque was placed on the front of the building designating it the “Anna Sullivan Building, 1953.” The garage building on 17th and K had “T.E. Sullivan 1926” engraved at the top.
Traveling to England, the family rented an apartment near Hyde Park in London for part of the time they were there. They lived most of the time in an apartment in Oxford, about a mile from the Hall. Tim began in earnest to build his library, a library that would eventually fill the “Book House” at the Poteete residence in Grass Valley, with volumes and volumes left over to fill bookshelves and the basement of the house in Bakersfield. Tim enrolled at Wycliffe Hall, an evangelical seminary located in Oxford, England, and earned a Certificate in Theology in June of 1955. He was a conscientious attender of lectures and a scrupulous note taker, with handwritten notes from each class filling numerous notebooks.
Following the receipt of his certificate from Wycliffe Hall at Oxford, Tim and family returned to the Bakersfield area. During the summer of 1956 Tim served for a brief time as a “Lay Curate” at St. Andrew’s Episcopal Church in Taft while the Rev. John Atkinson, rector, was traveling in Great Britain, Sweden, and Russia.
We praise Thee, O God; we acknowledge Thee to be the LORD.
All the earth doth worship Thee; The Father everlasting.
To Thee all Angels cry aloud; the Heavens, and all the Powers therein.
To Thee Cherubin and Seraphin continually do cry,
Holy, Holy, Holy: LORD God of Sabaoth;
Heaven and earth are full of the Majesty of Thy glory.
Morning Prayer
Book of Common Prayer
Ministry in Canada (1956-1958)
Tim pursued several options for possible ordination and assignment as a priest in a local parish in both England and the U.S. In May 1956 he met with the “Council of Advice” in Fresno and became a “Candidate for Holy Orders” in the Missionary District of San Joaquin. Tim started training at the Episcopal Seminary in Berkeley at the request of Bishop Sumner Walters of the San Joaquin Diocese.
In the late summer of 1956, Tim was invited by The Right Reverend Kenneth C. Evans, Bishop of the Diocese of Ontario, Canada, to come to Plevna for a period of service and Tim accepted, with the blessing of the Bishop of the San Joaquin Diocese. The Bishop described Plevna as “…a place of forest and lake, with a small frame rectory with all modern conveniences—oil furnace, electric stove, electric refrigerator.” In a subsequent letter he provided more information about the area:
Plevna is beyond Oso, the northern point in the Parish of Sharbot Lake. The road is not paved—it is a rough road and has many bends and turns in it. The countryside is forest and lake with little farming and some lumbering going on. Plevna is a tiny village on a stream, of about 200 souls, about half of whom are Anglican. Our church there was made up originally of equal parts of Anglican settlers and German Lutherans. They were, of course, assimilated a long time ago.
In Plevna we have a small modern Mission House with just two bedrooms upstairs, oil burning furnace, good water supply brought in by electric pump, and a kitchen furnished with electric stove and refrigerator. The view from the house in almost every direction is one of sheer forest. For the hunter and the fisherman it is quite an attraction during the right seasons.
The roads are kept open during the winter by snow plough for the sake of the high school students who go down every day to Sharbot Lake.
Plevna is a mission parish, which means that the cheque for stipend and travel is sent out at the end of each month from the Synod Office, and that part of it that the congregation supplies is sent in to us. The stipend is definitely not one to attract a person from the United States. The stipend is $200.00 a month and the travel allowance $50.00 a month ($3,000.00 a year, with the use of the house).
Besides Plevna there are two other spots in the Mission—one on a bay on the very beautiful Palmerston Lake, called Ompah—and the other at a little settlement that is largely Roman Catholic, called Ardoch.
What really constitutes a challenge to us in this area, is that there is no priest resident in an area of 300 to 400 square miles other than ours. An R.C. priest comes in to say Mass from a distance of about twenty miles or more, and the United Church is under the care to two deaconesses.
On November 14, 1956 Tim was appointed to be a Lay Reader and Catechist in the Mission of North Frontenac, with permission to perform baptisms and burials. He was admitted into the Holy Order of Deacons by the Bishop of Ontario on December 21, 1956 and admitted into Holy Order of Priesthood by the Bishop on Ascension Day, May 30, 1957. Tim’s ordination as a priest was held in a small brick Anglican church in Athens, a church known as Christ’s church, nestled on a hill, surrounded by shade trees.
Therefore, Father, through Jesus Christ your Son, give your Holy Spirit to Timothy Eugene John Sullivan; fill him with grace and power, and make him a priest in your Church.
Book of Common Prayer
In serving the Anglican Mission of North Frontenac, Tim was responsible for All Saints Church in Ompah, Holy Trinity Church in Plevna, and St. John’s Church in Ardoch.
It should be noted that during their first winter in Plevna, Tim, Reinette, and Anna experienced temperatures as low as 50° below.
Tim began to endear himself to the people by his eager willingness to be of help to them both spiritually and materially. (At one point his Bishop extracted a promise from Tim to the effect that he would not go head over heels in his generosity to his parishioners!) His human touch came through in the following poem he wrote to the ladies of the W.A.
“Ode to the ‘W.A.’ on the Festival of St. George.”
God be with you as you go
Through the mountain’s lingering snow
To the Belleville land below
Cheerfully along your way
As you chatter and as you pray,
Dear ladies of our own village “W.A.”
Remember though the battle long
And weary sometime the road,
St. George the Dragon slew of wrong
As he bore the cross’s load.
Sharing in the world’s strife and sin and pain
That he, with Christ, might put it right again;
Directed toward paths of joy and peace
Where faith in hope of love may still increase
Until you sing, each one, the victor’s song
“For God and country” as you march along!
The Bishop began to gain an understanding of Tim’s penchant for writing long and meandering cards and letters as evidenced from this quote from the Bishop’s letter:
I must certainly open up a file in my office marked “Letters from Ompah.” I thought I had a fairly juicy bit of correspondence when I read only the outside pages of your card. I noticed that page two didn’t run freely onto the last page, but I did not notice that the last page was number “7.” It was my wife who pointed out to me that we had the whole inside of the card covered with news.
And again the Bishop wrote:
You are excelling yourself in your epistles. I think you must be conscious of the fact that you are, because I notice that you jump from page ‘5’ to page ‘8’, and your eighth page is numbered ‘10.’ But I can assure you that even if you had written ten pages instead of a measly eight, I should have enjoyed every one of them.
And once again he wrote:
I read your last letter of a mere 12 page length at one sitting with the aid of my new reading glasses and a magnifying glass. It is not that I need the magnifying glass to discover the interest and exci
My father, Timothy Eugene Sullivan was born of Irish Catholic immigrant parents in San Jose, California in 1866[1]. His brothers were Frank (“The Professor”) Daniel, John, and Patrick. He had one sister, Aunt Mary, who never married.[2]
My mother was Anna Sophia, born Olson[3] in Sweden[4]. Her mother’s name was Johanna[5] and her sisters were Emma (Dahllöf), Maria, Gerda (Elberg), Ester, and Helena. She had one brother, Nils Olson who begat three sons by the names of Ake, Allan, and Olof. My mother immigrated to the United States in the 19th century with another sister, Ada. My mother’s mother was widowed at early age and thus her family was very poor, living in the small railroad town of Herrljunga in the province of Västergutland, about an hour’s train ride from the seaport city of Göteborg (Gothenburg). My mother lived with relatives in Chicago named Swanson who were related to her on her father’s side of the family. They had two American-born children, Oscar A. Swanson and Alice Swanson (who married very late in life.) Oscar Swanson became an insurance agent and had one daughter, Carolyn, an unmarried (to date) school teacher. My mother’s sister Ada returned to Sweden where she spent the remainder of her life in a mental hospital—no doubt the result of the tension of living in a strange, foreign country (USA).
My mother became a nurse in Chicago[6] and later in life migrated to the far west, following her profession briefly in Goldfield, Nevada and San Francisco. It was in the last named city that she met my father who was a patient at the French Hospital where she was a nurse.
My mother became the private nurse of my father and finally he asked her to marry him. There was, apparently, a dispute over religion, my mother being of Swedish Lutheran background and my father of Irish Catholic background.
My parents were married in the rectory by a Catholic priest on February 29, 1916 in Bakersfield, California.[7] I was born on March 31, 1917[8]—my mother being 44 years old at the time. One of my father’s friends sent him a telegram saying “Congratulations Tim, I would have bet 100 to 1 against you having a child so late in life.” It was my father’s desire that I should be named after him, but my mother insisted on the name John, so I was
baptized in St. Francis Catholic Church, Bakersfield as Timothy Eugene John Sullivan—my cousin Esther Sullivan (Buty) and her fiancé William (Bill) Cannon being the God-parents.[9]
Then the Priest shall take the Child into his hands, and shall say to the Godfathers and Godmothers, Name this Child. And then naming it after them he shall dip it in the water discreetly and warily saying, Timothy Eugene John Sullivan, I baptize thee In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Amen.
Publick Baptism of Infants
Book of Common Prayer, 1549
As an only child of middle-aged parents I was spoiled quite badly. There was a pretty little girl who lived across the street from us. Her name was Jessie Lee Hubbard and my mother would arrange for her to come over and visit at my slightest desire to have her do so.
My mother had the habit of going around to many different churches and religious meetings and she took me with her. One evening there was an elderly man who got up and testified: “I love everybody.” I thought he must be a very wonderful person to love everyone.
As I grew up, I made many friends of the boys in the neighborhood. There was John Swett who went to the Episcopal Church and who had a younger sister, Ruth. John played first base on the Franklin School baseball team on which I was only a substitute. Then there were the Stroud brothers, Allan and Bill (who died at 19). Other friends were John (Slink) Muir who had a younger sister Barbara (Snook) and Sargent Eissler and Carl Kamline, another only child whose Lutheran father operated a curtain store. Then there was George Nicholas Rudolph Voll who was a superb athlete and whose widowed mother ran the downtown Euclid Hotel. Other youthful friends were Harvey Nesbit, Terry Fugard (The Master), Tony, and Larry, Jack and Patrick O’Brien, all Irish-American Catholics.
My mother never disciplined me, so far as I can remember, but my father (whom I always called “Daddy”) raised the hairbrush as if to paddle me once and thereafter I always feared and respected him more.
Our kindergarten teacher at Franklin School was Miss Annette Pritzkav and our first grade teacher was Mrs. Laota Snow. I found it very difficult to learn to read and was kept after school with two other slow learners. My daddy helped me with my reading and I gained in confidence by having him teach me.
My friend Carl (Lefty) Kamline and I used to make model toy aeroplanes out of the shavings of his father’s curtain store. One day Carl and I made two small fires in our garage with some of the shavings left over from making model aeroplanes. About that time my mother came out to the garage and we, feeling guilty at having our fire-making discovered, turned our backs to the fire. However, I got too close and my shirt caught fire. My mother snatched the burning shirt from my back and put out the fire, but I was rather badly burned and our family physician, Dr. N.N. Brown, tended my burns and it was very painful when he took the bandages off my back. As a result of this accident I have been rather afraid of matches and fires.
(Note: At the age of eight, Tim went on a trip to Sweden with his mother. Following are messages on postcards written to his father in Bakersfield:)
Dear Daddy,
I received the $five dollars you sent me. Thank you for the $five dollars. I have some wooden shoes. I just got them this morning. I hope you are well.
Love from Tim, July 4th 1925.
Dear Daddy,
We are in Grenna now. But we are going back to Jönkköping today. We rode to an island in a motorboat.
Love from Tim, July 17th, 1925
Dear Daddy,
I and Mama have been in 16 Swedish cities. The picture is of falls that supply waterpower for Sweden.
Love from Tim, August 5th.
(Note: Although Tim did not mention it in his autobiography, photographs taken at about the age of 5 or 6 indicate that he must have contracted polio at some point. One leg was shorter than the other and a special lift was attached to his shoe.)
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