Saturday, 15 August 2015

Circular No 719













Newsletter for alumni of The Abbey School, Mt. St. Benedict, Trinidad and Tobago, W.I.

Caracas, 15 August 2015 No. 719
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Dear Friends,
Here are the emails.
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Don Mitchell
Aug 9
Thanks, Norman,
Maggie and I are doing all right, for old farts.
She is in the UK visiting her family and University friends. 
I go over to St Maarten on Tuesday afternoon to put her up in a hotel, as she arrives too late for the last ferry to Anguilla.
I am back at home in Anguilla, feeding the dogs, watching over my pea chicks, taking long walks in the early mornings for exercise, and in the afternoon watering the hot pepper and herb garden.
The last is no mean trick in a record drought.
These are what I expect are the daily exertions of a retired old man anywhere in the Western Hemisphere.
Keep well.
Don
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From: Norman Smith
Sent: Sunday, August 9, 2015 8:41 PM
Dear Don,
It's always a pleasure to check out the circulars.
Hoping you and your loved ones are all well,
Best,
Norman
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On Aug 9, 2015, at 11:55 AM,
Don Mitchell <idmitch@anguillanet.com> wrote:
Dear All,
Don’t forget to check the Circulars at regular intervals:
Keep well.
Don
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Terrence Ferreira The photograph shown here is also shown in circular #186 as the Class of 1966.
I suggest the information is incorrect; it is the Class of 64 or 1965.
Why? I'm in the shot (photo) and I left in 1965.
Eventually we will get it right but until then please remain vigilant.
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Terrence Ferreira Also many of the names listed are incorrect. .ie #1 is Che Che not Cunha. #2 is my brother Ronald etc.
And come to think of it #31 Anthony OBrien (Inches) I believe left in 1964.
He's a FB friend. I'll ask him.
Terrence Ferreira #29 Cornel A DeFreitas mentioned he too left in 1964 so it's a good bet it's the Class of 64.
Appreciate the update and the phone numbers above.
Puggy and I arranging a little all fours session or making a lime some where we always try to get Tucu to come.
He is a good all fours player and has the chat to go with it
Ian Gomes 31 July at 09:28 Does anyone know what's the position with TUCU? I visited his apartment on Roberts Street about 3 months ago and got no response.
The phone number he gave me is out of order and I heard that he is unwell.
Anyone out there has an update?
Raphael Benedict How Chung Saw him recently, Ian!
He was doing quite well! He's just over that!
Rory Davies Awe man ah hope he ok..Probably closing in on 80.
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From: Art & Val Knaggs av_knaggs@hotmail.com
Sent: Wed, 7 Nov 2007 5:03 pm
Subject: Lost List
Dear Ladislao,
In a bulletin a few weeks ago (while I was in Toronto) you had a list of very Old Boys from my time, but somehow I deleted it before I got the names down, but know where I can get hold of a good few of them, if you could please copy and send that list to me I will endeavour to do some research on them, and let you have the info.
Great news on the New Old Boys Association Project, as we all seemed to have obtained a fabulous outlook on life, a great, very balance lifestyle, and lots of variety and exposure to all kinds of extra curricular activities for those who seek them. I really wish them great success, as I know all the Priests and Teachers whose dream and hope for us it was, will be smiling from above.
Via con Dios,
Art
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From: Art & Val Knaggs av_knaggs@hotmail.com
Sent: Thu, 21 Feb 2008 3:35 pm
Subject: RE: Greetings
Great to hear from you, it is such a pleasure to reconnect.
We are a 19 hour overnight drive from Toronto to Halifax, but will be here for July (hopefully).
We have 10 grans now, and will be going to T & T and B'dos towards end of April for a Month, as brother Jack passed away on 20th Dec, a day after I had a double hernia op, so I could not travel to be there for his sendoff.
All else fine and we are in touch with quite a few old Mounties up here in Canada.
All our love to you and family,
Art & Val
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From: ianshoulchiefstore@apuainet.ag
Date: Mon, 18 Feb 2008 05:39:07 -0800
Dear Arthur
What a pleasant surprise to hear from you.
I am fine and still working everyday.
The ticker is behaving very well no more clogs thank God.
Business in Antigua is bad but we are holding our own.
Still fighting up with Singer.
I just might come to Toronto in July this year.
Will let you know if I am coming and we can make a plan to meet.
I do not use the computer but my daughter operates it for me.
Love to Val
Keep in touch
Ian
PS I have seven grand children now. How many do you have?


From: Art & Val Knaggs [mailto:av_knaggs@hotmail.com]
Sent: Thursday, February 14, 2008 11:43 AM
Ian,
Hopefully this gets through to you, so I will be brief.
How the heck are you, as I have e-mailed Stephen but don't get replies, so maybe the addresses are wrong.
I am fine and keep in touch with quite a few Old Mount Boys (grey and getting on - but still there; as well as the knowledge that a few are falling by the wayside in this adventure of life.
Do drop me a line.
As ever,
Arturo (Scroongie)
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Art & Val Knaggs <av_knaggs@hotmail.com>
View Tuesday, May 20, 2008 7:35:31 AM
Lad,
I left in 49 but did not graduate.
Could not open your list, as too much MB's or whatever.
When I get back to Canada I will try and do something about it.
Give me a week.
Thanks,
Via con Dios.
Art
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laszlo kertesz <kertesz11@yahoo.com>
View Sunday, May 18, 2008 8:11:39 PM
Dear Art,
Is 1949 your Form V graduating year??
Please confirm this and I can start with some of those that are of 1949 to confirm your year and graduation party assistance.
From your reply I presume that you do not recognize any of the names.
Just in case Fr. Cuthbert has never answered any of the Circulars inquiries so I expect none.
There would have been a comment or two, as you always do.
I shall scratch the list and maybe try another year.
God Bless
Ladislao
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Date: Sat, 17 May 2008 09:44:23 -0700
From: kertesz11@yahoo.com
Subject: RE. YOUR CLASS 1949 or NOT
Dear Art need your answer.
Here is my latest version of list trying to get the different classes together.
Please check it out and add, take-off the names as see fit.
The idea is to get those graduated in YOUR form V together.
There might be kids that left before graduation but who were your classmates, this is the note: left in December etc,
Also maybe there was no Prep B ???? I do not know how the classes were arranged.
Also I have included a box for those that know the date of incorporation to the school.
Well, help !!!!
There might be a better way but I need help.
God Bless
Ladislao
P.S. Seem to have lost Nigel & Trevor's e-mails!?!
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Art & Val Knaggs
show details 8 May
Always great to get the updates and news of The Old School.
Especially the photo of Steve Tempro, whom I met a few weeks ago when in Barbados on a Family Re-Union.
Also re-connected with Clive Bettencourt-Gomes whom I had not seen since 1948 when he left Mount.
Fabulous to have so many contacts all over the World, to be able to link up with Old Buddies from our Abbey days.
Could not make it to T & T this time.
Keep the news flowing. Super job Ladislao,
Art
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How I Started OASIS‏
From: Art & Val Knaggs (av_knaggs@hotmail.com)
Sent: Sun 10/18/09 9:04 PM
Hey I just woke up to the knowledge (and hint by Don) that I never really attempted to write to the Mounties my story of "The OASIS" and its origin.
Now with winter approaching, I will make every effort to so do.
Hang in there.
Art
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From: Art & Val Knaggs (av_knaggs@hotmail.com)
Sent: Sat 10/24/09 3:48 PM
Nigel & Ladislao,
Simply sent this to you, mainly as Trev combating Prostate Cancer and needs prayers, and I have tried to encourage him to post his Family Photo.
It is an opportunity to involve him with some contribution to the Bulletin.
Started a brief sketch of my Life for you both,
Busy as a bee with Grans and Halloween, plus all the other activities we share, with friends, associations, prayer group, etc. Old "Mounties out East are dwindling down.
Bear with us all.
As ever, in Christ,
Art
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From: av_knaggs@hotmail.com
Date: Sat, 24 Oct 2009 12:37:35 -0300
Trev,
Can't seem to raise your 'Love Story' e-mail, our love must dormant at the moment.
Val & I have just started up our Monthly (Oct to Mar), Winter, 500 Rummy Card session (just 3 couples) and Tom & Joan Jardim are one of the couples, the other are the Deonarine's (Prem & Bhan - known for his promoting Cricket in Canada & abroad - they are from Trinidad).
It is a Simple Dinner Gathering at 6.30, with (Modest drinks - mostly wine); a bit of a 'chit-chat' to catch up on our Spr/Sum; then we Move into the "Marathon Cards" at 7.30 and cruise on to half past Mid-Night (not bad for a bunch of Seniors).
Each player 'kitties up' $2; (six bucks goes to the winner, and the other $6 we use to buy lotto tickets (and hope for the best .......hasn't happened yet.
So guess what a surprise I got when Tommie brought copies of your Family and Gran photo's, with such a wonderful, beautiful spread of blessed ones you have.
Thank goodness they all got their looks from Jackie!
Just a thought:- but it would be nice if consider sending it along to Nigel or Ladislao for the Mount News.
Such a great opportunity to share the Marital Bliss that we Older ones portray in longevity to the commitment of The Sacrament of Matrimony, as opposed to (Mattress-Money) that quite a few of the younger generation seem to experiment with, until they are tired or perhaps ready for a change for better things, which unfortunately for them, seldom materialises.
Christian Marriage (as in all other Challenges in life) pleads for the gift of "Free Will".
Plus it certainly mucks up Family Trees, and 'Our Good Lord's messages"
In the Nova Scotia area, there is a story quite often told, it goes:-
One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people.
He said, "My son, the battle is between two 'wolves' (inside us all) conscience.
One is EVIL.
It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority and ego.
The other is GOOD.
It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith."
The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather: "Which wolf wins?"
The old Cherokee simply replied, "The one you feed!'
There is also another very good one "The face in the mirror", but it is internationally known, and you probably heard it many times before.
Have a great day.
Keep your Faith, Hope and Charity (Love).
We really only have our lives to live just one day at a time - TODAY.
Each single day The Mighty One challenges us to make the very best if it's possible 16 plus hours (not too much for anyone)
Check 'The Serenity Prayer' for His confirmation.
Miss your smiling face, as we don’t pas into or through TO very often.
Will be in B'dos for better part of Jan with Ed, Michelle & their 2, plus her Parents (they have 2 weeks. We rented an 8 seater Mini-Van, and will waste away on the East Coast, and wallow in "de sun, man!' 
Via con Dios. Amigo.!
As ever, with our prayers,
Arturo 
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Photos:
Bandit p38 The Early Times
10JK0088  p.4  Jan Koendraat part 4
14JA0001JAZ,  Jeffrey Azar
99NL0001NLLWFEp.1 Page one letter Llanos
64UN0010CLASS1964??? Comments Terrence Ferreira





Saturday, 8 August 2015

Circular No 718







Newsletter for alumni of The Abbey School, Mt. St. Benedict, Trinidad and Tobago, W.I.
Caracas, 8 August 2015 No. 718
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Dear Friends,
Here is the announcement of the film on my classmate Wayne Vincent Brown.
Unfinished Sentences, soon in the billboards
Filmmaker Mariel Brown unpacks her father’s life, going through five decades of his private letters, jotted musings, published and unpublished poems, columns and essays to get to the heart of who he was; in so doing, she hopes to reconnect with all she thinks she has lost.
Excerpt from Janine Charles-Farray, article
Published: Sunday, March 22, 2015
When loved ones die,
Unfinished business can linger and haunt those who remain with words left unsaid.
T&T filmmaker Mariel Brown has chosen to find catharsis and pay tribute through audio-visual expression in her upcoming documentary. 
The feature-length film, Unfinished Sentences is based on the life and work of her late father, poet, author and Caribbean literary icon Wayne Brown.
An award-winning documentary filmmaker, Brown has been known for producing stellar work in the T&T film industry.
In her films on diverse topics—from the insatiable season of Trinidad Carnival, to the solitary alchemy of master artisans and even the inward hunger for excellence of the late Dr Eric Williams—Brown is known for her sensitive and visually stunning explorations of the lives of remarkable personalities.
Earlier this month, her production company, Savant Films, officially announced the Unfinished Sentences film production.
This project is a journey six years in the making since Wayne Brown’s death in 2009, and is intended to reveal the life and work of one of the most remarkable personalities of Caribbean literature.
The film is being co-produced by Brown’s daughters Mariel and Saffrey, with cast including actor Renaldo Frederick as a younger Wayne Brown and Sophie Wight as his wife Megan.
The two Brown sisters will be played by child actors and first cousins, Che and Alessandra Jardine.
Noted actress Patti-Anne Ali will also be doing voice work on the film, along with Nigel Scott and musician/actor Nickolai Salcedo.
Wayne Vincent Brown (born 18 July 1944 in Port of Spain, Trinidad and Tobago; died 15 September 2009 in Stony Hill, Jamaica) was a columnist, poet and fiction writer, and a teacher and mentor to numerous Caribbean writers
Wayne Brown was born in Port of Spain, Trinidad, to a Trinidadian father, Kenneth Vincent Brown, and a Barbadian mother.
His grandfather was Vincent Brown, the Attorney-General of Trinidad and Tobago.
His mother died soon after giving birth to him, and for most of his childhood Wayne was brought up by relatives, while his father worked as a puisne judge.
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The child of the sea
WAYNE BROWN
Sunday, August 05, 2001
When I first met her I was 16 and she was seven -- not the most romantic juxtaposition of ages.
But I'll tell you something I've learnt since.
Grow fond of a little girl when you're that age, and it's a fondness you'll have till death do you part.
At the time, I was friends with her brother, and she was a nuisance we had to put up with sometimes.
I remember her, brown, pigtailed and knobby-knee'd, running away from us past the Savannah cemetery, surrounded with strange, burly, heavily panting men, trying like them to get from the five-furlong gates to the homestretch in time to see the horses we'd just seen start finish.
I shouted, "--, come back here!", which alerted her brother, who pelted after her and snatched her up from the midst of that phalanx of galloping grown-ups and bawled at her, while she looked at me bright-eyed, and I knew she was thinking she mightn't marry me, after all -- but I don't think she actually said it.
The marriage talk had started that summer down the island:
I was there with her folks for a fortnight.
Somehow it fell to me to teach her to swim, perhaps because strangers cannot be as peremptory with little girls as older brothers can -- or perhaps because only 16 year-olds really know the meaning of chivalry.
For whatever reason, she lay on my hands in the water, and kicked her feet and splashed her arms, turning her head from side to side to consider the sky with one bright eye and then the next, until I got bored and threatened to dunk her, and call it quits for the day -- whereupon the game would change.
For five "throw-up" into the air ("But high! It was to be high-high-high! Or no deal.") she was ready to offer me, if not love, then at least marriage, one day.
"When?" I'd say grimly, pretending to ponder her proposition.
"Soon's I'm 18." Then, giggling at my scowl: "Okay, 17! No, pleeze! Okay, okay, 16. I promise, sixteen! 16-16-16-16-15!
"Too long," I'd say, in a voice of doom.
"It has to be now or never."
And: "But I can't marry you now!" she'd wail.
"I'm only a little girl!" Dunk.
Her brother went away to study; we lost touch; the years passed.
The next time I saw her I was 24, she, 15.
This was at Las Cuevas.
I introduced her to my girlfriend, adding, for no reason I can now explain, "the child of the sea."
She had grown tall, with big hands and a fine frank face, and was just filling out.
Something about her struck me very strongly, and to say it was her laugh -- to say her laugh was like a delicious promise (of life, yes, but to whom? to herself?) -- is to put it ineptly.
But I cannot put it more clearly than that.
I remember she laughed a lot that day.
I remember: there were fights in the water, girls wrestling girls on the shoulders of young men, and our turn came to be paired off, she my warrior, me her amphibian steed.
But it didn't feel right; to her either; and after the battle was over -- we lost -- we edged away from each other in the water.
And yet, when her mother, not long after, asked me to help her with O'Level English, I did, and it was fine, and we were friends.
She said: "Why did you introduce me to your girlfriend as 'the child of the sea'?"
And -- when I said I didn't know -- "I like that name, I feel that way, sometimes...."
Twenty-eight, 19: Jamaica.
I was married and living there; she was just passing through on the way to art school in the States.
I said: 'I thought you were going to marry me?'
And she, with teenage archness: "You were the coward, not me."
Thirty-two, 23: a party in Cascade.
She has grown beautiful: she now, with a husband.
I said: "The years have been kind to you, my child."
Her laugh was the laugh from long ago.
She said: "You don't know what a relief it is to find your fame hasn't made you any less corny."
I smiled uncertainly. My fame?
But she was only referring to a book of mine which has been moderately well-received elsewhere but which had passed unnoticed in Trinidad.
I said, surprised: "You know that book?"
And: "O you of little faith," she said.
When I caught up with her sometime later and signed her copy, I signed it, To the Child of the Sea. "I was hoping you'd sign it like that," she said smiling.
"I still feel that way a lot of the time."
Thirty-five, 26. I heard she'd lost a child, in England.
I should have written; but my own life was in a crisis of its own, and I didn't write.
Forty, 31. Trinidad. I ran into her on Level Three, Long Circular Mall.
She had flown in the night before.
Her husband had gone on a contract in Kuwait, and after this vacation back home she will be going out to join him there.
Yes, they were childless; yes, she had been going to call me.
It was necessary for us to have faith.
It was necessary for me now to have faith.
I said: "And you?
You still have faith, after all that's happened?"
"Of course I do," she said.
"And -- look at me -- so do you. Don't you remember, The Child of the Sea?"
I didn't see her again.
Or to rephrase that: I never saw her again.
Last week I ran into an old school friend of her brother's and learned that she had died in London earlier this year; of cancer; at 34.
And frankly I find that hard to believe.
That I should not have known.
But I'll tell you something.
I have known people so evil that, when they hated, a literal stench came from them.
And I have always known, subconsciously, I suppose, that such people would live a long dry time.
But now I know it consciously as well.
Because now the good ones have started dying.
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Tue, September 22, 2009 6:55:38 AM
From: Chris Knowles <knowlescb@hotmail.com> 
One memory of Wayne on the Hill is that we were No 10 and 11 in Woodpeckers Patrol (I was No 11).
As such, we got to chop wood, clean fowl, fetch water and other such vital and undesirable tasks for the patrol:
I am not sure of our badge achievements.
Another is his having spent an entire school holiday (Easter?) in the Savannah checking Horse form and subsequently coming out on top in the later Race meeting.
He later told me that he enjoyed the experience, but that it was too much effort for little reward.
I took that to mean that his betting float was small.
Chris (aka Pupsy).
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From: jjhenderson@flowtrinidad.net
Date: Wed, 16 Sep 2009 20:11:44 -0400
I have very fond memories of life at Mount with Wayne as we both very keen on races and we spent hours on the subject.
I remember him being forced to play a cricket match against St. Lawrence and he objected to having to play.
First ball from Owen Serrette cut his finger in two and that was that.
His finger healed for him to become one of the best Caribbean writers in recent history.
God rest his soul.
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David Bratt
Sent: Wednesday, September 16, 2009 6:08 PM
Yes, real, real sorry to hear this.....
I had hoped to meet him again.....apart from his incisive writing and dour but amiable personality,
I remember him for the Juniors A (remember that category?) St. Francis vs St Lawrence football game where he played right wing and Christopher Date, left wing,
Cokie Joe could run fast and Date had the most natural left foot I ever saw,
I played centre forward and both of them kept crossing the ball for me to score 4.
David
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Photos:
Bandit p37 The Early Times
08WVB0312WVB, Wayne Vincent Brown
70WB6283WVBWFE, Wayne Vincent Brown and wife Megan
92DC0001DCARETIE, Retirement of Raymond De Cambra