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Stanley Brush - American baby in the arms of his Indian ayah 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! Marrimma was in charge of me, a one-and-a-half month old infant, on my first train excursion to Calcutta. She died before my second birthday having lived long enough, Mother wrote home in a letter, to see me begin to walk at 18 months. Photo: A rather husky young Stanley (17 months) grasped firmly by my brother John (7 yrs). |
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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.