ABSTRACT
Mother and Sister left Shanghai in January 1923 in order to visit India before Dad and we boys, coming in March, would catch up with them. I remember traveling through Hong Kong, Singapore, and especially Penang, with its beautiful beaches and palm trees. All were part of the British Empire. We stopped in Calcutta, where I had the shock of seeing people with features like our own pulling rickshaws and doing other manual work, which always was the work of Chinese where I had been living. This sort of shock, a thoughtless kind of racial arrogance, was common among us young Westerners who grew up in China.
