Newsletter for alumni of The Abbey
School, Mt. St. Benedict, Trinidad and Tobago, W.I.
Caracas, 25 July 2015 No. 716
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Dear Friends,
Another writer for our school, Jerry
Campbell. Nice prose, nice adventures.
Watch out, may become another Wayne
Vincent Brown, my literary classmate who has long left us.
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Gerry Campbell
18 july 15
The moon was
out and illumined the beach, in a soft glow.
We began
walking towards the opposite end.
The waves were
crashing violently and white foam was spilling over to the far reaches of the
high tide mark.
This beach was
not for the usual swimming and bathing activities.
There were
strong currents, forever changing directions and a lot of riptides along the
length.
If ever there
was a treacherous beach, this one fit the description perfectly.
Our feet were
repeatedly covered with the retreating water, and we found it particularly
enjoyable.
Suddenly, we
observed a dark object emerging from the water approximately twenty feet ahead
of us.
Because of my
countless trips to Matura beach for turtle tagging expeditions, I realized that
a leatherback turtle was making its way ashore.
She and I
stood still for a while observing it's movement ashore.
I pointed out
a nearby spot where no waves reached, motioned to her, that we were now
involved in a turtle sighting and would be awaiting the reptile's journey
ashore where it will soon start laying its eggs.
No other
campers were aware of what was taking place.
As we sat on
the sand and made ourselves comfortable, the lovely moon lit beach seemed
alluring.
Yes, we were
all alone and enjoying the scene around us as it unfolded.
I mentioned to
her that in the morning I would be accompanying Mr. Greenwell, a visiting
marine scientist from Canada, on a dive in this bay.
I was assigned
to this task.
I was expected
to retrieve specimens for the various scientists and take photos with a Nikons
4 camera. Whenever it was needed to be done.
I expected the
dive would be short, because the underwater conditions here caused extremely
low visibility.
Not much could
be seen or done under those conditions.
The diving
here would be classified as dangerous and only experienced divers might
consider doing any operation here.
(To read more, please contact Jerry
Campbell. Editor)
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Jerry Campbell
4 july 2015-07-04
The day before
we were both at the Trinidad Yacht Club for lunch.
It was a
Friday and we were excited about the weekend.
As we ate
lunch we discussed the hike planned to Paria on Saturday.
The plan was
to hike from maracas valley over the mountains down to the beach.
This trip came
about because one of the Institute of Marine Affairs scientists, Lori Chu Chung
was documenting the distribution off leatherback turtles.
We had done
numerous trips to Matura beach, and it was decided to look into what was going
on at Paria beach.
On discovering
a leatherback we would silently and unobtrusively observe the reptile come
ashore and begin digging a hole in which it deposited its eggs.
It was at the
moment it started the laying activity that we would measure length and breathe.
We would count
the golf ball sized eggs, and finally clip on a metal tag inscribed with serial
no. and date.
The group
hiking tomorrow consisted of approx. eight people including my girlfriend and
myself.
We were all
employees at the Institute for more than four years.
So, we were
well acquainted with each other.
My girlfriend
and I worked together on both the coral reefs and turtle tagging projects
respectively.
I would bring
data from the field to her and she would write up reports.
We got along
well and on a number of occasions I took her on weekends to the various tiny
islands with their secluded beaches.
She was
surprised about the vast number of secluded beaches I took her to.
I had my own
pirogue which I used for diving and fishing .She found me very adventurous.
At the yacht
club there were quite a number of guests.
Our meal
consisted of wahoo and mashed potatoes, callalooo, plantains, rice, lettuce and
tomatoes.
The fish was
stewed and it went down real good we drank passion fruit juice.
I remembered
sitting at the club enjoying the steelpan music piped through the speakers.
Well I was
totally relaxed and decided to be mischievous.
With the toe
of my shoe I slightly touched her ankle under the table.
Then I slid it
up along the back of her lower calf.
She froze.
Her lungs
seized holding her breath.
A shiver moved
up her leg to unmentionable places.
Wide eyed she
glanced at me.
I winked at
her.
Indignation
welled up inside her; my tongue traced the curve of my lower lip in a slow
sensual glide.
Her breath
left her in a rush.
She looked
down as my feet withdrew from beneath her skirts.
Instantly and
viscerally she recalled the feel of my talented tongue against her lips and in
her mouth thrusting deep and sure in imitation of a far more ultimate act.
The beat of
her heart quickened and her skin tingled from head to the place where my shoe
stroked her.
Suddenly, it
struck her that I was deliberately arousing her, in the middle of the day, at
the centre of the yacht club, seated inches away from other diners.
Thereafter, I
lifted my hand to an unsecured button on my white oxford long sleeved shirt.
Strong
masculine hands grasped it.
The pad of my
thumb rubbing leisurely against the outer curve.
She watched me
mesmerized.
Imagining me
touching her skin that way.
Perhaps, on
the curve of her shoulders or someplace else.
She
instinctively knew, I alone would know the best place to focus that caress.
The thought of
my skills, thrilled her.
(To read more, please contact Jerry
Campbell. Editor)
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10 July 15
We enjoyed the
Wahoo menu at the Yacht club.
They had a
reputation for serving appetising sea food.
We had visited
the club many times.
I had
introduced her to the club.
I began coming
here many years before as a boy of 11yrs.I had friends who were members and I
went along with them as a guest.
On many
occasions, when there were various events, I simply walked in the club and no
one questioned me.
Well in one
aspect the entire lunch was...torture.
At times I
couldn't remember what we were discussing.
I could only
hope that I’d managed at least a semblance of intelligent conversation.
My mind kept
wandering to extremely in appropriate ...places..and every time she bit her
food and her lips moved or she smiled at me or just breathed, my body tensed
until, I was so..."tense" for her I thought, I might explode.
If she had
wondered why we remained sitting at the table for so long, after having our
lunch, she had not said anything at that point. Thank God!
I didn't
really think there was a polite way to say that I needed half an hour
to.....settle down to half mast.
(To read more, please contact Jerry
Campbell. Editor)
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27 June
I was not
prepared for the impact of her beauty-with only a short space between us...her
skin was deep bronzed, her mouth, full and inviting.
Her nose regal
and her brows perfectly arched.
But, it was
her eyes that stunned me.
Dome shaped,
brown deep set, and it seemed shadowed with mystery and perhaps a bit of doubt
as well. I wasn't sure.
But, I wasn't
sure of anything when I had stared into eyes like that.
I remember
thinking at the time, never had before have the consequences of discovery been
so irresistibly inviting, so shockingly intimate and totally unexpected.
Well, we were
all alone near to the Paria waterfalls, a stone throw away from the beach
itself.
Everyone had
gathered at the opposite end of the beach and were busily offloading camping
gear and supplies from the Bertram cruiser, anchored off the Paria beach.
Everything was
first loaded onto the Avon inflatable, then motored over to the beach, above
the high water mark.
Evening was
fast approaching.
Already, a few
people had set about starting a camp fire to cook dinner for that night.
Yes, chadon
benni, hot peppers and plenty seasoning to go with, crabs and crayfish, caught
earlier on.
Some campers
were still gathering more crayfish and crabs for the "cookup.
That dinner
that night, was going to be wild!
(To read more, please contact Jerry
Campbell. Editor)
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31 May 15:31
Sundays is ah
feast..
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31 May 11:07
Welcome to the
Club's Sunday Brunch.
Members
Appreciation Day.
We must thank
all for their continuous support to our Brotherhood for over 40 years now.
We thank all
for their time and so many contributions, Circulars, Stories & Tales,
Reunions, Fetes & Parties, Medals, Trophies & Awards.
To many to
list, as why you must be Proud To Be A Mount Boy.
Cheers To All
Our Brothers, that have gone before us, As we travel on this road of knowledge
in search of wisdom.
Special
presentations to Sir Ladislao Kertesz, Sir Nigel Boos, Sir Don Mitchell.
Please Enjoy
You Sunday my brothers.
Entertainment
by the Club's Band by the Club's Pool,
LONG LIVE THE
MOUNT - LONG LIVE THE CLUB –
ADIOS AMIGOS
GLEN. .
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From: Glen Mckoy
mckoy43glen@hotmail.com
Date: 1 July 2015 at 10:21
Mi Hermano & Mi Amigo, Sir Manuel,
Thank you for this email.
So good to read that you, Sir Pud
& Sir Anthony visited our Dear Fathers.
On behalf of our Club of Knights, we
must thank you three gentlemen, for taking this prompt action in visiting Fr.
Cuthbert, after reading about his health.
A blessing also that you were able to
visit with Fr. Augustine.
Thank you very much for this.
The journey to the light is always far
and near, may it be easy and peaceful.
Take care my brother, hope you had a
good visit with the brothers,
please give them our best
regards.
Long Live Our Brotherhood -
Your s Faithfully -
Glen.
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From: manjosepra@hotmail.es
Date: Sat, 27 Jun 2015 11:29:09 -0400
Hi Glen:
Went last week to tt. Met Frs Cuthbert and Augustine.
Ready for their eternal meeting with
the Lord.
At peace both of them and gave Pud,
Tony Sabga and myself their respective blessings.
God´s speed on their journey when it
has to begin.
Keep in touch and regards,
God bless you
Manuel
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From: mckoy43glen@hotmail.com
Subject: RE: Luncheon.
Date: Mon, 15 Jun 2015 20:41:32 +0000
I will enquire about Fr. Augustine,
Best regards Glen.
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From: manjosepra@hotmail.es
Date: Sun, 14 Jun 2015 13:06:50 -0400
Hi Glen:
What about Augustine? Any news about
him? Let me know.
Regards.
Manuel
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From: mckoy43glen@hotmail.com
Date: Sun, 14 Jun 2015 13:52:04 +0000
Cheers Sir Anthony,
So wonderful to read of the luncheon
with Fr. Cuthbert, we wish him all the best.
Trinidad politics starting to look
like Coronation street ha! ha! what a mess.
Promises & lies, now I see we have
a new party, I don't know their agenda yet ha! ha!
Yes Sir Tony, you are older than the
14 that attended, but I would also feel the same, with brothers are under 59,
unbelievable the age groups,
I know we have two generation like
father and son attended the Mount, but do we have three generations, grand
father, son, grand son?? ha! ha!
You said you had cowheel soup, the
last time I had that, my father made it, man that would make you strong like ah
bull ha! ha!
You said my name was mentioned, I hope
it was all good ha! ha!
I have been in hot & cold water
with the administration for years.
Anyhow, so good to hear from you and
thank you for the update.
Only God knows the future of Trinidad,
I have not seen any positive solutions.
Cheers, my dear brother & friend,
keep that smile ha! ha!
Adios, Glen.
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Photos from the editor Kertesz11@yahoo.com
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12JC4313JCA, Jerry Campbell
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10JK0080JKO, part 2 Jan Koenraadt
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