Caracas, 2 February 2013 No. 587
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Dear Friends,
Here is a small
video on history:
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Don Mitchell <idmitch@anguillanet.com>
15/12/2012
Thanks, Ladislao.
It is published at:
The home-made
language you refer to in Circular No 576 was “Pig Latin”.
This was a famous
children’s code language in the 1950s and 1960s.
You took the first
letter of each word and put it at the end of the word, and added an “A”.
With practice, you
learned to do it as fast as you could speak.
So, “My name is Don”
in Pig-Latin became, “I-ma ame-na si-a Onda”.
This is pronounced
as the words are spoken, not as they appear on paper.
So, the sentence is
pronounced in Pig Latin as “Eye-ma aim-na sigh-a On-da”.
Every child should
learn this secret language.
Keep well.
Don [in Anguilla]
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Abbot John Pereira
01/22/13 @ 8:12am. :
Fr Hildebrand is
doing quite well.
Dr Neil Peters paid
him a visit this morning and he was very pleased with the care that he is being
given at the Mount.
He is quite happy
with our nurses.
We have a stand-by
tank of oxygen in the infirmary to be used if needed.
We have taken him
off the drips as he is now taking his medication and food (mostly puree and
liquid form) orally.
Please keep him in
prayer.
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Monday, February 4,
2008 7:33:54 AM
Very eloquent, John.
And, to think I believed only I suffered there!
I have often thought
that it was the WW II experiences that so many of our Monks went through that
shaped their characters and behaviour while they were in Trinidad.
Pain and despair was
a determining part of their lives.
One of them, I no
longer recall who, once confessed to a group of us boys that he had become a
Monk because of his experiences in the War.
We learned that many
of our Dutch Monks had been enslaved as young men by the Germans.
They had been taken
to Germany and put to work as forced labour in the Rhur Valley factories.
They were housed in
camps and forced to produce weapons and other manufactured goods for the German
war effort.
They were all
severely and regularly ill treated, and many of them were killed.
They were kept for
years on starvation diets and beaten regularly for insubordination or other
infractions.
When some of them
returned to Holland after the war, they discovered their homes destroyed and
their families disappeared.
Some of them, filled
with despair and religious fervour became Benedictine Monks.
Their tortured souls
turned up in Trinidad to become our teachers.
I recall that on
more than one occasion in the classroom, when a teacher stretched to write on the
blackboard, specks of red would appear on the back of his cassock.
I always believed it
was blood.
They were widely
believed to flagellate their own backs with barbed wire scourges.
Some of them smelled
continuously of oil and ashes, from some sort of self-imposed penance.
It was only years
later that I came to realise that it was probably a boy in the class flicking
red ink at the teacher.
I still think the
original rumour was more vivid and revealing.
The "tapping
up" and "hedging" that features so large in my memories of my
many years at Mount (1955-1964, if I recall) could not have continued unchecked
for so many hours each day without their having allowed it.
Keep well
Don
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Sent: Monday,
February 04, 2008 3:57 AM
Well now way. I did
meet some great people at mount.
Re the night of the
reunion.
No one there knew.
I made sure to keep
it on the quiet, not even my wife knew, until I told her in the car on the way
home.
It was also why I
made sure that I was the last person to leave.
I had no intention
of either, stepping down or getting someone else to stand up for me.
After I left mount I
went to school in England, they were the same types there, but Mount taught me
something. Stand up.
You put a number of
people in close proximity and you will get conflict.
Example Nigel
Ferriera, Barry Ferriera and Wayne Chang.
We all grew up in Valsayn.
I was fighting with
those three long before I went to mount.
Today we are
friends.
Nigel and I talk on
the telephone,
Barry came to my
house about 3 months ago to get some scenery photographs because he paints.
Wayne never passes
me with out hailing out.
No hard feelings, we
were boys.
I was never Mr.
Popularity, Mr. Sportsman or Mr. Scholar.
Combine that with a
very outspoken attitude and there is conflict.
My wife calls me a
"Mr. Shit Magnet"
But there is a major
difference between school boy fights and blatant cruelty.
I leave you with the
words I try to live by
The conditions of a
solitary bird are five:
The first, that it
flies to the highest point;
The second, that it
does not suffer for company, not even of its own kind;
The third, that it
aims its beak to the skies;
The fourth, that it
does not have a definite color;
The fifth, that it
sings very softly. (This is the one that I personally find most challenging)
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On 2008 Feb 03 , at
09:25 PM,
gevelyn1@bellsouth.net wrote:
John,
Enjoyed the
pictures.
I always considered
you a great friend and recall us fighting each other just to please some
unremorseful worm.
We should have
joined forces back then and opened a can of whipass on Mr Bully.
Don't relapse.
Recall the good
Times.
Your brother
Glen
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John Gioannetti <mate@tstt.net.tt>
Monday, February 4,
2008 9:21:34 AM
Don,
It looks like I have
opened a can of worms............GOOD
Re the Monks and
WWII
Quite a few of the
old boys are now in the legal profession. You too I believe.
Of the priests I
knew, Fr Augustine, who was considered the sternest, was in my opinion the fairest.
Fr Odo, an excellent
math teacher.
Azizul use to show
me his Koran and explain it to me, he is another that will always have my
admiration and respect as, he taught me to respect different religions, and
that at their very base they were all the same.
Because I have
dyslexia, written subjects were hard for me.
I was more into
Mathematics, Physics and Art.
And although I was
not good at it I always enjoyed Llewin Mackintosh's History classes.
Russel Cunah, he was
more in your time than mine.
Russel and I became
quite friendly and helped me through some tough times.
We had a lot in
common: Motorcycles, Programming, we used to camp together and he would even
lend me his car to take girls out who were not allowed on a motorcycle.
You and many others
say it was good, it made us hard, it made us men.
I too say that, I am
today very much a product of MSB
Like I say u want my
money for an association, put it to good use, not to glorify that institution
that was evil.
This may be coming
across as sour grapes, believe me it is not.
But I do believe we
should not romanticize the institution.
There are many
skeletons on that hill.
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I have the following
assessment on Mr. Rais. Have you taken a
math class with him???
I want to tell you
about Mr Rais.
He was my arithmetic
teacher when I went to boarding school in Trinidad at 9 years of age.
This was a long time
ago.
The main teaching
tool then was the chalk board and a wood-backed duster to wipe it clean from
time to time.
Mr Rais made me
learn my tables.
He taught additions,
subtractions and multiplications.
It must have been
very boring for him.
He used to pace up
and down the spaces between the desks as we did our class assignments.
He would peer over
my shoulder at my exercise book.
Every time he
noticed an error, he would rap me on the top of my head with the wooden back of
the duster.
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"Don Mitchell
CBE, QC" <idmitch@anguillanet.com> wrote:
OK, folks.
This is an
invitation to join in a discussion of Ladislao's old MSB Circulars.
There is no big deal
in it.
You don't even need
a grandchild at hand to be able to join in.
Just try these
simple instructions.
2. Read the Notes.
It is just for general guidance. You can immediately forget them. You won't
need them further for this exercise.
3. Scroll down. You
remember how to!
4. You come to
"comments" at the end of the Notes. Click on it! A little window
opens.
5. Type a note in
the window, just a couple of words. Sign it with your name if you want us to
realise who it was posted the words.
6. At the foot of
the notes you must "choose an identity." Choose one. I have picked my
user name "idmitch".
7. Click on
"Publish my comment".
8. That's it. You
have now published a comment on one of the Blogs. After I have got around to
it, it will appear on the site. When the next person clicks on
"comments" he/she will read what your comment on the Blog was!
9. You are now ready
to visit all the other Circulars, and to type in whatever comment you want to
make in any of them. Up in the top right hand corner you will see the links to
the old Circulars by year. I have posted all of 2001 and of 2013. They are
going up at a regular pace.
Happy viewing.
Don
PS: If Ladislao
should publish these instructions in a Circular, remember that you cannot click
on the link above to get to the Blog. You will have to "copy and
paste" the link to your browser in the usual way.
(Editor Don writes: The information above is old and out of date.
I have long ago discontinued the “comment” feature on the early Blogs, since no
Old Boys, only Spammers, were using it. It
was a pain having to go to the Blogs several times a day to delete the
spam. I have left “comments” open only
in the Circulars for 2013 and 2012.)
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Ladislao Kertesz at kertesz11@yahoo.com,
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