Tale of a Girl… and a Boy (the true story of Mellba and Lee)
There was, growing up in the far-western New York village of Mayville, a small girl with the big name of Mellba Johanna Christina Erickson. Her parents were both second-generation Americans, but Swedish, as well as English, was spoken in the home. Her dad, Anton, was not a learned man, but was known around the town as “Tony the Tinker”. He could fix pots and other broken things. He painted the little statue in the village park fountain. He did odd jobs here and there. Mellba grew up in the Lutheran church in town, but her family were not believers.
As a teen, Mellba was invited to the Baptist church, where she heard new and wonderful things about the Lord Jesus. She responded to the Lord’s call to salvation, and when she graduated from high school, she applied to Philadelphia School of Bible (PSOB) for further training. She was going to be a missionary! She was outgoing and loved people and fit in well with her classmates.
Upon graduation from PSOB, she applied to a Baptist mission and was accepted. Her support? Her Baptist church in Mayville had said, “We’ll do what we can.” Her outfit? Her father made her a couple of metal trunks to hold her earthly belongings including a bicycle donated by the Baptist church.
As she was preparing to go to Paris for the required year of learning French at the Alliance Française, one of her last nights in Mayville, she happened to be riding her bicycle past the parsonage where her pastor lived. There were several young people there, and she noticed through the window a stranger, a tall young man, who caught her eye. Rumor has it that she went in to meet him, very briefly. Then… it was time for her to leave for France. The year was 1936. She spent the required year learning French before boarding a ship for Cameroon. Once there, she was to go inland to French Equatorial Africa. In those days, they travelled by “push-push”, a seat on a frame with one wheel at the bottom and poles for young African men to push and steer from either end. In that way, she made it inland to the country where she had been called to serve and which became her home for many years. Thoughts of the tall young man were forgotten as she plunged herself into learning Sango, the local trade language, and beginning her life work.
Meanwhile… this tall young man, Lee Einfeldt, a farm boy, had grown up just outside the western NY village of Randolph, NY. Lee was a quiet boy and remembers when someone kept asking him questions one day, he replied, “I dunno. Ask Lynnie (his brother). He likes to talk!” Each school day Lee and Lynn would hitch up a team of horses and ride into school in the village, park the team in the barn of the Baptist parsonage and walk the extra block from Church Street to School Street. And each weekend, the family would come into town together to worship at the First Baptist Church of Randolph, NY. After high school he and his brother Lynn enrolled in Houghton College and his supportive parents moved with their sons to a farm outside Rushford, NY, near Houghton. The family became active members of First Baptist Church of Rushford. Lynn studied business and didn’t enter the ministry until his retirement from IBM, but Lee was focused on missions.
Details are fuzzy as to why he “happened” to be in Mayville that night at the pastor’s house. A group of youth from his home church had gone there together for a youth rally, perhaps? But Lee had prepared to become a missionary to Africa, to minister the Gospel to those who did not know the Lord. In 1937, Lee, a man of few words, but with strength of body and character, also boarded a ship for Paris, to learn French. His support? His sending church in Rushford promised to supply $35 a month! In 1938, having completed the French language requirements, he boarded a ship for his place of service – French Equatorial Africa. Once there, he met his colleagues … and who should be among them but the short, perky, outgoing young lady who had stopped her bicycle at her pastor’s house the night he was there! They began to talk, having their roots in western New York in common. As their friendship grew, Mellba was a great help to Lee as he began to learn the Sango language. With her experience of a year’s head-start on the language, she was able to tutor him at dusk on walks beneath the mango trees. And it was there that their budding appreciation blossomed into love. Soon, he asked Mellba if she would be his wife. She said YES!
One problem was that, according to the French law that governed French Equatorial Africa at that time, a woman desiring to wed before the age of 25 had to have her parents’ written permission! Problem: her parents were far away in the U.S. and mail across the Atlantic was slow in those days. Years later, when their daughter Shirley as an adult was looking at the permission paper that had been submitted, her eyes grew wide and she said, “The permission – that is MOM’s handwriting!” Her dad, Lee, smiled his wry smile and gave a slight nod. Mellba had signed in place of her parents and submitted the paperwork! The authorities granted permission to be married.
June 5, 1939 was their wedding day. They had to first fulfill the requirement of the government ceremony with the Sous-Préfet (local official) presiding. After that, Rev. and Mrs. Lee Einfeldt welcomed friends at a church ceremony and a little reception afterward.
Lee and Mellba embarked on their honeymoon in the African wild. One of the nights of their honeymoon, there was a lion prowling around their bungalow. Lee had to protect his bride and shot the lion dead!
Life was not easy in those first years of marriage. Before they could get back to the States for their first furlough, Mellba received word via telegram that both her parents had died, so, after she left for France, she never saw them again. She also developed infection sacs in the gums under all her teeth. ALL her teeth had to be pulled and she had to wait a full 11 months before her mail-order dentures arrived from France! She lost weight down to 90 pounds!
In 1943 during World War 2, as they headed back to the States for their first furlough, Lee and Mellba had to make a stop in Nigeria at a mission hospital, for Mellba to give birth to their firstborn son, Richard Lee. Later they boarded a troop ship with a naval escort across the Atlantic Ocean, hoping not to be bombed by the Axis forces. On the ship, Lee and Mellba had to be separated, Lee on the “men’s side” of the ship and Mellba and baby Richie on the “women’s side”. They would meet daily at the staircase where there was an opening for them to at least see each other and talk.
Once back in Africa, almost 4 years later, Shirley Joan was added to their family, and 6 years after Shirley’s birth, their “late lamb”, René Allynn (the middle name a combination of his 2 uncles, Uncle Al and Uncle Lynn), completed their family, being born just in time for the annual missionary conference. Lee and Mellba served the Lord in various towns of Chad and the Central African Republic (after French Equatorial Africa was broken up into separate countries). Their main responsibilities included teaching in a Bible school to train national church leaders and encouraging already-established local churches. Lee also served on the language committee that helped revise the Bible which had been translated into the Sango language. Mellba served as a proofreader for the revised translation.
They continued a fulfilling ministry in the Central African Republic until 1970 when health problems made their move back to the U.S. a necessity. For several more years they continued translation and proofreading work in the U.S. for the Sango language committee until they “retired” from missions and became the pastor and wife back in Lee’s hometown and home church of Randolph, NY for 10 more years. Lee was heard to remark, “I never changed jobs at age 63 before!”
After Lee retired from the pastorate, Mellba suffered a massive stroke. After a month in the hospital, she was moved to a nursing facility, but it was poorly managed. One day Lee came home quite agitated after visiting Mellba. He told his youngest son, René (on furlough from Africa in Randolph, NY at the time) that he had decided he would bring Mellba home to care for her. This was a massive undertaking and although René and his wife tried to show him all the reasons that would be a difficult task, he was determined. When they offered to stay home from Africa to help him, he vehemently refused… so for the next 6 years, Lee cared for Mellba, bathed her, fed her, turned her several times a day, so that she never had a bedsore. He showed the community of Randolph what the godly love of a boy for a girl could look like, following the example of Christ loving His church and giving Himself for her.
-- by Sonia Einfeldt,
daughter-in-law of Lee and Mellba
(I truly had the best second set of parents ever!)
Sonia was telling me similarities between Virginia's story and her in-laws story also as missionaries in Africa, so I asked her to write it down for me. She went the second mile and put a picture in too.
Sonia and I met in 2016 at a ladies conference and became friends. We were so surprised when we learned we have the same maiden name! Amazing! But we haven't figured out if we're related. We also both did time at Bob Jones in Greenville, SC, so we have a lot to talk about when we're together. She and her husband Rene are missionaries in Kimberley, South Africa right now, though having visa problems.