If my memory holds,
there was a friendly atmosphere between children and house mothers; and
among the children; we were all members of missionary families.
The tender loving care given by the proxy mums gave us a sense of
security. I don’t hold resentments because of the separation from
my parents, and have no emotional ‘hang-ups’.
It was a non-threatening atmosphere and we had the beginnings of a
child's basic education, which served us alright when we went up to the
big school. I was fortunate because I had both an older and a
younger brother at the Nursery.