murder of my mother ended any sense of security we held onto. It broke my world into irreparable pieces. The meaning of life became "death" and a cloud of darkness began to take center-stage. Life became a seriously sad matter. Our neighbourhood began to limp, desperately needing rehabilitation that was out of it's grasp.
My dream had always been to come to India and start a home for needy
children, a dream that I held onto from childhood. It was a mix of stubborn persistence and pride that kept me focused on India. My dreams turned into reality and I arrived in New Delhi in October of 1974 as a depressed and angry person. I was twenty years old and what I encountered in the months ahead transformed my life.
This journey took place more than thirty-four years ago. India is where I've stayed. My husband, Ken (known as Yip), our five adult children and I, have learned to love India with all of its joys and heartaches. I traveled across the world and was awed by the people who inhabit it. But even more amazing than that... I met the God who created it.
Six years ago I began recording songs and started writing. The songs create the backdrop for my books, for they are laced with Indian instruments and help portray the heart of the story. The music style is my own... hard to label; Frieda's style. Hope you enjoy it.
Frieda (Klassen) McRae
PS. From Left to right: Ruth, Suzy, Bess; I'm on the right with the wrapping paper ribbon around my neck!