Neighboring house on Klikitat Street in Portland, Oregon
where Herbert Armstrong lived with his family
while failing to support them as he spent 6 months in the local library.
Dennis made a visit recently to the area of Portland where Herbert Armstrong moved his family. This is also the area he was living in when he was without work and spent 6 months parked in the library instead of supporting his family.
He loved to portray himself as a "failed business man" yet for someone who was such a failure he lived in an upper class home in Portland. Just how truthful was Herbert in how description of the life of his family while living on Klikitat Street.
I happened to cross Klikitat St. coming home the other day and realized it was where HWA lived and where Richard was born. I went looking for 1831 but there was no such address between 17th and 18th that crossed Klikitat. Close but not 1831. I was impressed however with the homes. Really large classy and I am sure the originals from the 1920's. For being a "failed businessman" just three years earlier, he still had expensive tastes it seemed if that was the correct area of Klikitat. ......photos of the homes closest to the address. The homes put me in mind of smaller versions of those on the AC campus
In Fall 1926 while visiting Armstrong’s parents in Salem, Oregon, Herbert's wife Loma was introduced by her in-laws’ to Emma Runcorn. Mrs. Runcorn and her husband O.J. were lay leaders in the Oregon Conference of the Church of God, Seventh Day. They introduced Loma to the Saturday Sabbath doctrine. Hearing about Loma's new found religious fanaticism, Herbert became incensed. Loma challenged him to find biblical support for Sunday observance. Armstrong began an extensive study of scripture too prove Loma wrong.
In Spring 1927 after spending many weeks at Portland Public Library, to his astonishment, his study revealed that the Sabbath was the seventh day of the week. As a result both Herbert and Loma began keeping the Saturday Sabbath. Armstrong frequently consulted with an evangelical minister and was then baptized in May/June 1927 by the Pastor of the Hinson Memorial Baptist Church in Portland, Oregon. Herbert once said of this Pastor, "The man is the most godly man in all of Portland." Shortly after that, Armstrong and Loma began fellowship with a Church of God (Seventh Day) group in Salem, Oregon.
On October 13, 1928 Herbert & Loma welcomed their first son Richard David "Dick" Armstrong. The Armstrong family was living at: 1831 Klickitat St. in Portland. On February 9, 1930 Herbert & Loma welcomed their second son Garner Ted Armstrong. The Armstrong family was now living at: 839 E. 75th St. N. in Portland. In Spring 1931 the Armstrong family moved from Portland to nearby Salem (Mulino? Armstrong's parents?).
In June 1931 Herbert W. Armstrong was ordained by the Oregon Conference of The Church of God, which took place in Eugene, Oregon but the Great Depression was beginning and he was later temporary laid off as a Minister. In December 1932 Armstrong took a temporary advertising job in Astoria, Oregon with "The Morning Messenger" newspaper. In February 1933 Herbert got his full time ministry back but was paid only $3.00 a week salary. Local membership, mostly farmers supplied the Armstrong family with vegetables and grains for meals and paid their house rent. Herbert W Armstrong: His Eugene and Portland Radio Days
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But if these were the lean years finan-
cially, they were years of coming into the true riches. Yet, I still had many
lessons to learn.
Not only was TRUTH to be discovered and dug Out of
God's spiritual gold mine-the Holy
BIBLE-but there was much character to
be developed through hard, cruel ex-
perience, the dearest teacher of all.
I should not have thought so at the
time-but God knew that I needed
much more humbling-much more
chastening and punishment at the hands
of God!
I had been humbled! 0 yes! And
still, I know now that had God allowed
me to have prospered financially at that
stage of spiritual experience, self-pride
once more would have seized me and
the humility would have fled! The les-
sons so far received by all this chasten-
ing would have been lost! I was to have
to suffer much more-and my family
to suffer it with me!
Gagging on Macaroni
At this time, during 1928, we were
living on Klickitat Street in Portland,
Oregon. We were falling dangerously
behind in paying the rent. The real-
estate agent who collected the rent came
very frequently to the front door. To
others he was a kind and pleasant-look-
ing man. He taught a Sunday-school
class. But to us, he was a dark, fore-
boding, frightening, almost devilish-appearing man, when, of evenings, he
so frequently stood at our front ent a number of times out of his own
pocket.
At one time we were in darkness
nights against our will. The electricity
was shut off because the bill was de-
linquent. My wife did her cooking on a
small gas stove, and our gas was shut
off. Only the water was left running.
We were out of food, and out of fuel.
Our heating stove was one my father
had made, shaped something like an old
covered wagon-with rounded top.
The children were crying with hun-
ger. My stomach gnawed with pain.
Like old Mother Hubbard's, our cup-
board was bare, save for a little maca-
roni. But there was no cheese or any
of the ingredients used in baking maca-
roni. There was not even a grain of salt.
AND, there was no money to buy any. door,
demanding in a deep, bass, stern tone:
"Can I have the rent?"
We simply didn't have the rent! We
began to live in darkness, without lights,
in hopes he would think we were not at
home. Whenever he came, we knew
just how a whipped dog feels when
his tail is between his legs. Actually,
this man, who appeared to us almost as
an enemy, was kind enough to pay our rent. Plain Truth September 1959
