This photo brings back a rush of memories, both hearty and sad. On the sad part: The Loma teenage boys (probably as a group) were reprimanded for kicking these big toads as though they were soccer balls. According to my mother, my gentle brother, Jan Peter Melchior, brought one of these creatures home because it suffered from an *Ura. With Mama squirming and barely able to watch, the boy gently worked the ugly worm out, and set the Kroete free. 🙂 I was born a year after he died.
Note from Ed: Mel’s father, Jan, makes a few appearances in Ray’s journals. The Hof’s storekeeper, he also composed music for the children’s festival and directed the Hof’s small orchestra, Die Blaue Lomas (The Blue Lomas) at the event.
*Paraguay name for the human bot fly, a common pest at Primavera, as can be seen in a panel from an illustrated birthday letter Ray sent me after my departure from the Bruderhof. He and my sister Nancy were the last of the Sabins at the Bruderhof.