This photo was taken around 1937 in Beirut.

My mum, Celia, is torturing her big brother, Peter, with my grandmother, Elsie, looking on and sister, Alison, on the left. I love the way this captures a spontaneous, silly kids moment.
My mother’s British/American family lived in Lebanon for three generations.
My Quaker missionary great-grandparents, their son (my grandfather), a physician and faculty member at the American University of Beirut, moved my American grandmother to Beirut when they married. Thus, their three children also experienced international life in Lebanon.
This picture is also poignant to me because it was just a few years later that their lives were disrupted by WW2.

Beirut was a hot spot during the war, so my grandparents felt my mother would be safest away from there. Starting when she was 8, she spent 1940-1944 at a convent school in Jerusalem, separated from her family.
In 1945 they left Beirut and moved to the U.S. The rest, as they say, is history. ~shared by @seekingfacesandplaces