During World War II, I lived with my parents in Barbados. During those years, my parents provided a home for children who were sent there from England due to the bombing. When my youngest sister was born (at home) , e had 15 children living with us, plus myself and my two brothers.
On a small island where everything was imported and rationed, it cannot have been easy, but I am sure I and my siblings are better people for the experience. The memories are good.
I have not been able to volunteer, but I would love to be a foster grandmother to some of those brave children who have crossed our southern border.
Gloria Rickel, Front Royal