Here's a "believe it or not", my freshman year 1965-66, Mr Waterhouse was the director of our Ambassador Club. I remember one evening in particular when we met in the basement of Mayfair -- I think at least 3 of the speakers got the "Buzz" and had to simply stop talking. During the evaluation for the evening, Mr Waterhouse looked around the room and asked -- where is the light box with the timer? Turns out the timer for the evening was seated behind one of the support beams for the building. Mr. Waterhouse suggested that, in the future, the timer not be seated behind one of the pillars!
I heard Mr Waterhouse only once. The buildup from people who had heard him before was gripping. He did live up to his advance billing and spun stories with excitement, intricate details, gestures and enthusiasm. We were spellbound. Sorry to hear that he is gone.
The Waterhouse family was from my home town, San Angelo, Texas. In the early 50's my folks became acquainted with Gerald and his two younger brothers when, on occasion, they dropped by our house on the farm (without home telephones people often did that "in the old days!"), spending part of an afternoon, and probably an impromptu "dinner" (not lunch) with my family. My mother often rustled together a quick meal or at least "a little something" for unexpected guests, sending them home with a loaf of her homemade, whole wheat bread, a dozen eggs from our chicken population, or a jar of canned peaches or whatever she had available. Rarely did a guest, expected or unexpected leave without "a little something!" At the time we never dreamed Gerald would later become a 'fixture" and marathon speaker in WCG!
Mr Waterhouse was the minister sent from Pasadena to open an office in Sydney Australia, and to start the first congregation in of 12 people in Australia in 1959. I will never forget his lo-o-o-ng sermons - sometimes 3 hours long, as this core group had to come "up to speed" on all our beliefs. Oh my.
Robin Connelly (1965)
Here's a "believe it or not", my freshman year 1965-66, Mr Waterhouse was the director of our Ambassador Club. I remember one evening in particular when we met in the basement of Mayfair -- I think at least 3 of the speakers got the "Buzz" and had to simply stop talking. During the evaluation for the evening, Mr Waterhouse looked around the room and asked -- where is the light box with the timer? Turns out the timer for the evening was seated behind one of the support beams for the building. Mr. Waterhouse suggested that, in the future, the timer not be seated behind one of the pillars!
Steve Frandsen (1975)
I heard Mr Waterhouse only once. The buildup from people who had heard him before was gripping. He did live up to his advance billing and spun stories with excitement, intricate details, gestures and enthusiasm. We were spellbound. Sorry to hear that he is gone.
Helen Hohertz (Nelson) (1961)
The Waterhouse family was from my home town, San Angelo, Texas. In the early 50's my folks became acquainted with Gerald and his two younger brothers when, on occasion, they dropped by our house on the farm (without home telephones people often did that "in the old days!"), spending part of an afternoon, and probably an impromptu "dinner" (not lunch) with my family. My mother often rustled together a quick meal or at least "a little something" for unexpected guests, sending them home with a loaf of her homemade, whole wheat bread, a dozen eggs from our chicken population, or a jar of canned peaches or whatever she had available. Rarely did a guest, expected or unexpected leave without "a little something!" At the time we never dreamed Gerald would later become a 'fixture" and marathon speaker in WCG!
Matty Van der Wende (Ludwig) (1974)
Mr Waterhouse was the minister sent from Pasadena to open an office in Sydney Australia, and to start the first congregation in of 12 people in Australia in 1959. I will never forget his lo-o-o-ng sermons - sometimes 3 hours long, as this core group had to come "up to speed" on all our beliefs. Oh my.