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
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. A family anecdote recalled the awestruck remark by a now-forgotten relative who, upon seeing this picture for the first time, remarked about how much Helen (my mother) had changed!