Our Worship Arrangements

     At the mission we always met in the Mission Church building each Sunday morning. All the students were required to attend. The singing, as in all African singing was magnificent, and the gospel was preached  to the whole  body. In the evenings the white missionaries and the students in the little white school all met at the Shewmaker's home. The Shewmakers an a little boarding school for white kids from the sorrounding farms. The kids actually lived with them, in their home. When we had the evening sservice the adults sat on the chairs while the children sat in a semicircle facing the preacher. There was one little boy there whom I specially recall. H is parents made several sea voyages (apparently on business) and left the kids, the boy and his bigger sister, at the school. The little boy had the face of a little angel, and seemed to become especially attached to Debbie, so he would always sit on the floor beside her. But after a short while she would start to cry, So I began to be very watchful. He would have his arm around behind her and after a while he would sharply pinch her little arm.  Oc course I put a very quick stop to that!!
     As soon as the service was over Deb would toddle over to the piano, which was left open all the time.
She found that if she reached up she could hit the keys --plonk, plonk, plonk. I tried to stop her but several of the grown-ups protested, "Don't stop her -- she's so cute!" So we had a totally discordant concert.