Meet the Webbs

At the age of seventeen Ken enlisted in the Navy.  He joined to see the world and get away from rules at home.  Alas, the world he saw was the Panama Canal Zone and every hour of the day he was told what to do.  Getting out of the Navy brought reality into focus.  He needed a job.  He saw a telephone truck parked in front of a coffee shop.  He needed a cup.  A short time later he walked out of the cafe' - hired in construction at the end of a five-foot shovel.  Over the years the company sent him to school in Utah and California.  With more schooling he graduated from the shovel and when he retired had the position of Central Office Technician.  With knowledge of computer he has been a God-send into Sylvia's life with the heavy office load.  

Ken and Sylvia were married July 25th, 1984 in Kenai Alaska.  A fishing trip turned into marital bliss - Ken's first.  Ken's hobby is making custom fishing rods.   

Sylvia was born April 6th, 1944 in Manchester Connecticut.  At about age two she was placed into foster care.  She longed for the mystery mother she saw a few times.  All of this was very confusing.  Sylvia loved story books and taught herself to read at a young age.  School opened up a world she could not enjoy.  The abuse in the home caused her to emotionally shut down.  At one point she was asked to leave school.  She was told she could not learn and was just taking up a seat that another could use. 

Into her life walked a much older man, a farmer who soon saw she could work and take orders.  Marry me he said.  Sylvia felt wanted and loved.  A short time into this union she learned he needed a legal son to inherit the vast properties.  She was to have this son for him, or else.  In two-and-a-half years she blessed him with three children.  He got his desired son yet much abuse occurred.  Out of desperation and God's grace, Sylvia accepted Jesus as Lord and Savior in the Fall of 65.  Soon She had to flee for her life, taking her children with her.  During one of the fathers visiting weekends he refused to return the children.  He had the name and the power it took to have his way.  Sylvia was now left with no home, no children, no education, not even a drivers license.  No lawyer, no court would help.  She was a nothing and now had nothing.  

She cried out to God.  He made a way for her to live among the Navajo Indians in Arizona.  The first eight years were misery as she tried to find the answer as to why this happened.  Little by little God began to open her eyes to the needs of the young mothers with small children.  She began to write letter by the dozens and soon supplies started arriving.  Baby layettes, shoes, schools clothes, even funds for food.  Sylvia learned the only way to survive tremendous pain is by doing something for someone else.  From the pain in her heart she started a sponsoring program to help Indian children get educated.  She believes a person without an education is a victim of the system.  Now after thirty-seven years she has seen broken families united and children grow up and become teachers.  Many have gone into the military proud to serve their country.  She even tuned into a radio station one time to find the announcer was once one of her sponsored children.