It's a strange juxtaposition until I remember how fiercely devoted those aunts and grandmothers were to the missions. My feelings can be described as ambivalent, at best. But they set great store in their missionaries, recorded their names with pride, kept and shared the letters mailed home and treasured the photographs.
Today, to my modern and more than jaundiced eye the photographs seem manipulative and exploitative, but no more so, I suppose than those we see on the news - or YouTube. So why are they so disturbing to me? Freud would have a field day.