Mamie Johnston went to China in 1923. Amongst the missionaries of the Presbyterian Church in Ireland, sponsored by the Women's Missionary Association, there were, around that time, a group of very able, very effective, very well qualified and very devoted women. Even amongst this group Mamie Johnston was soon seen to be outstanding. The arrival of this attractive, highly intelligent and very able young woman, marked the beginning of a missionary life characterized by courage, devotion to Christ and loyalty to His Church, enterprise, resourcefulness and imagination. She was careless of her personal safety, and took risks, of which she must have been aware but which did not deter her, when action was required to help someone in danger or in need. What others would have felt as hardship seemed only to amuse Mamie. I could imagine her falling down the stairs, (which God forbid), and saying to the ambulance men with a chortle, `I tripped on the very top step and did not even break my neck'. I do not believe Mamie knows how to grumble or that anyone has ever heard her complain. As I write she lives alone, is sorely crippled and has difficulty in getting about, and looking after her home. When you visit 43 Graymount Park, Newtownabbey, you are not aware of any of this, though you may notice gadgets for the use of the disabled lying about; you are completely taken up with the outgoing friendliness of this happy warrior who is so continuously surprised by joy. Language, even the Chinese language, presented little difficulty to Mamie Johnston. She learned to speak beautifully the Mandarin of Peking, achieved an easy mastery of the colloquial and picked up a disconcerting fluency in the `earth talk'-and very earthy it is-of the articulate and the voluble peasant. So did she, effortlessly, merge into the environment and become one with the people; and they loved her. by Very Rev. Dr. Austin Fulton