Newsletter for alumni of The Abbey School, Mt. St. Benedict,
Trinidad and Tobago, W.I.
Caracas, 21 January 2017 No. 794
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Dear Friends:
Emails below.
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DEBIDO
A LAS LIMITACIONES DE TODO TIPO QUE HE TENIDO QUE AFRONTAR, Y QUE MI HUMILDE
PROPUESTA HAYA SIDO TOMADA EN CUENTA Y FAVORECIDA POR PERSONAS DE JAPÓN, CHINA,
COREA, AUSTRALIA, POLONIA, REINO UNIDO, ITALIA, HOLANDA, PORTUGAL, ESPAÑA,
CHILE Y ESTADOS UNIDOS, Y QUE ADEMÁS ENTRE ELLAS SE ENCUENTREN DJ'S CON MILES
DE SEGUIDORES ME LLENA DE SATISFACCIÓN Y ORGULLO. POR SI FUERA POCO, EL CARIÑO
Y LEALTAD CON EL QUE USTEDES MIS PANITAS ME HAN APOYADO HACE QUE ME SIENTA
INMENSAMENTE AFORTUNADO DE TENERLOS MAS QUE COMO AMIGOS COMO HERMANOS. HABER
LLEGADO A OCUPAR ESTA POSICIÓN ME COMPROMETE A SEGUIR HACIÉNDOLO CADA VEZ MEJOR
YA QUE SIENTO ES LA MEJOR FORMA DE RETRIBUIRLES SU SOLIDARIDAD Y APRECIO. LOS QUIERO MUCHO!!! OH YEAH!!!
Due to the
constraints of all kinds that I have had to face, and that my humble proposal
has been taken into account and favoured by people from Japan, China, Korea,
Australia, Poland, United Kingdom, Italy, Netherlands, Portugal, Spain, Chile
And The United States, and also between them are DJ's with thousands of followers
fills me with pride and satisfaction. If this were not enough, the love and
loyalty that you my buddies have supported me makes me feel immensely lucky to
have them more than as friends like brothers. Have come to occupy this position
I committed to continue doing so every time I feel better now that it's the
best way we can repay you for your solidarity and appreciation. Love you both
so much!!! Oh yeah!!!
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Blessings Nigel...
Thank you very much
for your leadership, commitment, contributions and guidance provided over the
last 30 plus years to the "old boys" alumni.
We look forward to
another 30 plus years of the same and more.
Have a great
birthday in union with your family.
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Big Happy Birthday
to a Big Brother, List Maker. Great Grand Master Knight from the Light, Sir
Nigel Boos,
Your contribution to
this group has been tremendous, also a past president of our Alumni.
How can we ever
thank you for so much, we love and wish you so much amigo, have a great one,
Cheers To Our
Brother. Free Roti & Beer all knight@the Club. Have a good one. Glen.
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Birthday Blessings
to you Nigel Boos; remembering you at Mass this evening @ 6pm.
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Thanks, Fr. Harold.
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All the best
Nigel...stay healthy!
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Nigel shared this
with me by email:
"Thanks, Kaz,
for all your good wishes.
My love and
greetings to all the OB’s as well.
God bless us all.
Nigel"
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REPRINT OF AN ARTICLE WRITTEN IN 2003 BY DAVIS BRATT
A beautiful corner
Perhaps the
loveliest corner in Port-of-Spain is the one downtown where Hart Street crosses
Pembroke, the one where the old fire brigade station stands.
Port-of-Spain is
such an ugly city, with few streets, buildings or corners that are attractive.
Not that these two streets themselves are pretty. Far from it. The only thing
attractive about Pembroke is the view of the Northern Range from its southern
end.
Hart Street is
pleasant enough when it starts off in Frederick Street. At that point, it must
be the widest street in town and its boundaries of Woodford Square and the
Anglican cathedral are interesting enough. After it crosses Pembroke, it’s too
short and narrow to appeal to the eye, despite being bordered by the old Red
House and the new National Library.
Like most streets in
Port-of-Spain, Pembroke and Hart are in dire need of reconstruction. Not
paving. We certainly don’t need another Minister of Paving, like Mr John, who
did more than anyone else to mash up the streets of Port-of-Spain and decrease
the little bit of green in the Savannah that we have.
I would think that
any Minister who fixed the Port-of-Spain streets would automatically be
re-elected by a grateful citizenry. Regardless of whatever party he or she
belonged to. That would be a bit of history. First independent elected to
Parliament on a “Save the Streets” campaign.
It’s on Carnival
Monday and Tuesday when one realises what a horror story the streets all over
town have become. There’s nothing like walking on a generally uneven surface,
spotted here and there with potholes and little crevices and bumps, to take you
out of a calypso move.
No wonder doctors’
offices are always full on Ash Wednesday morning, with twisted ankles, aching
knees and damaged bottoms.
It also becomes
clear how much we have mucked up the surfaces of the streets when you try to
push pan. Pushing pan was a time-honoured tradition of some Corbeau Town
gentlemen, back in the ’60s and ’70s and even up to the mid-’80s. Strand to the
Oval was the move. That’s when you realised that Tragarete Road, to the West,
is uphill. A lot of rum used to be drunk on that particular las’ lap. But no
more. There is no more pan on the street.
I sometimes wonder
if the streets of Port-of-Spain are ultimately responsible for the decline in
the number of pan sides on the road, as opposed to being transported behind
smelly, smoke-belching tractors that are even louder than the steelbands.
Another pleasant, old-time custom gone through.
You realise how
unpleasant life in Port-of-Spain has become when you return from a vacation
abroad. Whether you arrive from Grenada, Miami or London, the dirtiness and
squalor of the city hit you squarely in the face, eyes, nostrils and ears, as
you pass the broken-down lighthouse on South Quay, next to the mashed-up
pavements and the stinking water. Not to mention the absolutely atrocious driving.
Where are the
traffic police, anyway?
So, it was special
to stand up on a pleasant, though overcast, Saturday morning in front of the
old fire brigade station and savour the appeal of an old-time corner — few cars
on the road and, for once, Port-of-Spain quiet.
The fire brigade
station is being renovated and well done too, if a look through the open
windows is a good enough inspection.
Looking North to the
hills, off to the right is the stately Anglican Cathedral, surrounded by its
freshly cut lawn. Across the road, the original green centre of Port-of-Spain,
Woodford Square, today filled with white tents. In front, the imposing facade
of the Red House, as grandiose as anything you can see in the Caribbean.
Next to the fire
brigade station, and still on Hart Street, is the brand new National Library,
outwardly impressive, but with an even grander interior. Today, the spacious
central atrium and its elegant circular staircase are festooned with balloons
and a huge, brightly-coloured children’s crayon hanging from the five-storey
ceiling.
The library is a
must visit for anyone interested in civil society. Its genteel appearance is
only bettered by the attention of what has to be the most agreeable and smiling
staff of any public service in T&T.
If the variety and
number of its books can be improved over the next few years and its appearance
and attention maintained, then we will have a library service that we can
continue to be proud of.
As proud of one
corner in town.
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From: "Isaias
Farcheg" <farcheg@cantv.net>
Date: Sat, 4 Oct 2003 23:44:11 -0400
My dear good friend
Ladislao AND OF COURSE MY OLD GOOD FRIENDS OF PAST YEARS...
You have been asking
me to write you my experience as a Scout, precisely as a leader of the Tucans
patrol, and also with the merit that I made it as a Queen Scout.
I have to confess
after some many years, that in order to acquire this Badge, I had to cheat in
my swimming test, since I have always been a very bad swimmer. I still recall
that the last test was carried out in the American Base during one of our
camping experiences.
We were made to
carry out about 4 different swimming tests, and for me it was exhausting, since
I did not have the perfect coordination between legs and arm, in summary I was
a mess swimming, and really made to the finish line by cheating.
My brother Elias,
and a few like you and the Fedaks were not Scouts, and I really believe that
you all missed a lot.
With Scouting one
was able to make plan on the week ends and participate with the different
marching parades that we had to assist, and that was a way to show off in front
of the girls down in Port of Spain.
The camping days
were wonderful, and what made me start this recalling of the memory, was a
camping we had in the American Base in 1956.
Each Patrol was
given a chicken or a duck to cook on a specific day, which Father Ildefonse,
our troop leader, assigned.
I remember that
Roberto Lipavsky belonged to Woodpeckers patrol.
We were taught a
trick that made the pieces of chicken to be a little brownish, this was to put
a slight amount of sugar while frying it. On the day Roberto had to prepare his
chicken, he started adding a little tea spoon of sugar, while the piece of the
chicken was put to fry. Roberto was not patient enough, and he saw that there
was not change in the colour in the pieces of chicken, so his occurrence was to
keep adding still more little tea spoons of sugar, and of course, after a few
minutes, that seemed like hours, what he ended up in cooking was a sugar syrup
with fried pieces of chicken.
Fr. Ildefonse went
from patrol to patrol testing the food and of course making notes, which
accounted for the final marks in the competition of the best Patrol in the
Camp.
We had wonderful
ideas in order to keep up with the time that we were allowed during the day.
Thus we had to plan the hours dedicated for cooking.
One trick we
practiced with regards to cooking the potatoes, was that we dug a hole, put the
potatoes in, and above it we started the fire, so that the heat of the fire
prepared the potatoes at the same time we were cooking with it the chicken, the
heat was cooking in a indirect way, our buried potatoes.
We had to make good
plans in the handling of the cans of food we were given, and also every one had
to participate in the kitchen section.
The initial day was
very interesting, because, we had to choose the ground where to settle the
tent. In the rainy period we had to be aware of the water drainage, so that we
had to be engineers in a way.
Discipline, handling
of the time, handling of the food, was the way of getting a lot of points in
the competition. We also had to handle the different competition according to
the scouting book of Baden Powell ( did you all know who was the founder?)
I am sure Lipavsky
he still remembers how it was to be a Scouts, to be a troop leader, as did our
pledge with the flag and Our Queen.
I took the
opportunity of reviewing and recalling with the help of internet, the essence
of Scout, and I do believe that we need in the younger generation is the
bringing back a lot of the virtues or values, of which humanity as a whole have
forgotten...to trustworthy, to be loyal, to be a sincere friend, to be helpful,
courteous, kind and obedient, cheerful, thrifty ( ahorrativo para lo que se
olvidaron del ingles fino, atencion Lipavsky, quien siempre fue el mejor),
brave, clean and reverent.
Scouting still goes
on in the world, and I regret I did not have the time to have gotten my
children in the Scouting movement here in Venezuela.
LADISLAO, LET ME IN
THE FUTURE WRITE A NEW REMEMBERANCE OF THE OLD DAYS...REMEMBER THAT WE WHO LEFT
SCHOOL SINCE 1958, HAVE TO WRITE SLOWLY AND SURELY, IN ORDER THAT THE CRITICAL
ONES AND WHO ARE GOOD IN ENGLISH WILL NOT CRITICIZE US ( I AM REFERRING TO
MANUEL PRADA AND LIPAVSKY).
On My Honour, I
promise that I will do my best
To do my duty to God
and to the Queen,
To help other people
And to keep the
Scout Law.
Scout
Law is:
A Scout is to be
trusted.
A Scout is loyal.
A Scout is friendly
and considerate. (Helpful)
A Scout belongs to
the worldwide family of Scouts. (Friendly).
A Scout has courage
in all difficulties.
A Scout makes good
use of time and is careful of possessions and property.
A Scout has
self-respect and respect for others.
The
Scout Motto is:
Be Prepared
A Scout is
Trustworthy.
A Scout tells the
truth. He is honest, and he keeps his promises. People can depend on him.
A Scout is Loyal.
A Scout is true to
his family, friends, Scout leaders, school, and nation.
A Scout is Helpful.
A Scout cares about
other people. He willingly volunteers to help others without expecting payment
or reward.
A Scout is Friendly.
A Scout is a friend
to all. He is a brother to other Scouts. He offers his friendship to people of
all races and nations, and respects them even if their beliefs and customs are
different from his own.
A Scout is
Courteous.
A Scout is polite to
everyone regardless of age or position. He knows that using good manners makes
it easier for people to get along.
A Scout is Kind.
A Scout knows there
is strength in being gentle. He treats others as he wants to be treated.
Without good reason, he does not harm or kill any living thing.
A Scout is Obedient.
A Scout follows the
rules of his family, school, and troop. He obeys the laws of his community and
country. If he thinks these rules and laws are unfair, he tries to have them
changed in an orderly manner rather than disobeying them.
A Scout is Cheerful.
A Scout looks for
the bright side of life. He cheerfully does tasks that come his way. He tries
to make others happy.
A Scout is Thrifty.
A Scout works to pay
his own way and to help others. He saves for the future. He protects and
conserves natural resources. He carefully uses time and property.
A Scout is Brave.
A Scout can face
danger although he is afraid. He has the courage to stand for what he thinks is
right even if others laugh at him or threaten him.
A Scout is Clean.
A Scout keeps his
body and mind fit and clean. He chooses the company of those who live by high
standards. He helps keep his home and community clean.
A Scout is Reverent.
A Scout is reverent
toward God. He is faithful in his religious duties. He respects the beliefs of
others.
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EDITED by Ladislao Kertesz, kertesz11@yahoo.com, if you would like to be in the
circular’s mailing list or any old boy that you would like to include.
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Photos:
01LK6817FBABO,
Anthony Boos
16LK1662FBLCH,
Leonardo Chacin
90LK2658FBKCA, Kerry
Castillo and wife
58IF0018SIGNATURES,
Signatures of class 1958
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