A five man rickshaw on the Mall road in front of a favorite Landour rendevous. The top could be raised for the passengers´ privacy or protection from rain. World War II was looming on the horizon…but the sights and smells of Landour Mussoorie India remained the same. STRANGE, WITH THE WORLD COLLAPSING INTO WAR and

Third Culture Kids didn’t feel that they fit in India or at home in America. THE ROOTLESSNESS OF THE MISSIONARY FAMILY was felt most by its children when the time came to return home on furlough. For American Baptist missionaries in India it came regularly at the end of seven-year terms. Dad and Mother’s first

The monsoon beetles of Landour were the product of Nature at her most imaginative. There were the hyperactive bamboo beetles, with long antennae, ready to do battle with anything within reach. The grey-green stonecarriers were bigger and slower than the bamboos, but were equipped with similar antennae, and mandibles capable of snipping off a leg

Woodstock School in India. Missionaries in India had to decide: Send their kids away to private Christian boarding school or home to America to be educated? Dad and Mother were faced with the serious problem of schooling for John during their first term in India, and for Frances and me after they returned to Khargpur in

Among Khargpur friends one stood out, Lewin Brown – A very talented Anglo Indian artist, dancer, and an American movie fan.   HE WAS MUCH OLDER, but that didn’t matter. He was a talented artist and performer and a relaxed, good humored person. We spent hours at Lewin’s place, catching up on gossip and enjoying

A 5-month-old Stanley held high in the arms, close to the loving face of my first ayah, Marrimma. She was a family servant from the Telugu speaking region of south India. Stanley Brush, an American boy, is born in Kharagpur India (1925)   I WAS BORN SHORTLY BEFORE MIDNIGHT on November 8th 1925, in the