Newsletter for alumni of The Abbey School, Mt. St.
Benedict, Trinidad and Tobago, W.I.
Caracas, 26 September 2015 No. 725
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Dear Friends,
Here is an issue dedicated to Terrence Ferreira, athlete and
photographer.
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FROM:
Nigel Boos
Saturday,
August 27, 2011 3:47 PM
I'm sure many of us still have, hidden beneath our socks where no-one
else can see them, those little memories of our days at school, when we first
proved to ourselves that we were good at sports, able to compete, able to outdo
our peers and to win!
They are and always will be, our boyhood treasures.
They instantly recall a moment in time when we met a challenge,
participated to the best of our ability and succeeded.
They provide a reason for personal satisfaction, a level of pride in
achievement and a memory of friends and classmates of long ago.
They represent an individual achievement, a target met and conquered, an
objective realized.
They give us, every few years or so, when we unexpectedly run across
them under our better socks, a sudden shock, as faces, names and events quickly
run across our minds, and we smile again, wondering whatever happened to each
of our friends of years long gone.
They're really not much.
Just little blocks of wood, painted black or brown, affixed to which are
small circular tinned olive wreaths silvered or bronzed, and in the centre of
which are little circular medallions depicting athletes in one or other sport,
running, jumping, throwing a javelin, hurdling or playing tennis.
Others depict the Immaculate Conception of the Blessed Virgin Mary and
the Holy Family and they each carry a little plaque inscribed "ABBEY
SCHOOL, TRINIDAD".
No! They're not much, really. They don't cost much.
They're weathered and worn, tired emblems, memories of our past
victories.
No one else but ourselves will ever understand how we worked for them,
practiced hard, sweated and trained
How we worried about our competition, how immune we felt as we stood at
the starting line, and finally, our sense of elation as we breasted the tape
ahead of the field.
(Personal Note: I never breasted the tape ahead of anyone else. I was a
hopeless athlete).
But they are our individual boyhood treasures.
I think I still have one or two (not for athletics) under my socks.
At our June 2006 Reunion at Rotilicious Restaurant in Ajax, Ontario,
Terrence Ferreira presented a box containing his own boyhood treasures,
memories of life at the Abbey School, Mt. St. Benedict.
We had heard that there was a plan afoot to utilize a small room at the
Mount, perhaps in the original "Pax" honey factory, to place items
collected from or donated by the Old Boys to form a sort of Museum of our life
at the school, for visitors to admire.
It has always been my intention to ship these treasures down to
Trinidad, to the ASAA management, for inclusion in the proposed Museum.
But nothing more has ever been heard about the project and I can assume
only that it's now on the back-burner, unless and until "things
change" and it becomes a reality.
Terrence's treasures also include a wonderful collection of loose medals
proclaiming his personal athletic prowess.
He had, as a little fellow, witnessed the Athletics Champion of 1960,
Richard "Turtle Back" Galt, winning the Senior Victor Ludorum, as he
stood directly behind him among the Abbey School boys.
A few moments later, he himself won the Midget Division Victor Ludorum.
Five years after his Victor Ludorum win, Terrence, now in Form 5,
captained the MSB Touring Team to Guyana, where his dad dutifully kept
clippings of the team's successes and Terrence's own achievements.
Since we're talking here about Boyhood Treasures, aren't these the kinds
of memories one would keep tucked away in privacy, to remind us of the fact
that one day . . . . long ago . . .we actually did these things.
But thanks to Mr. Ferreira (T's dad) we have these little memories to
make us too, feel proud.
Terrence's Treasures also include his scout shirt, his scarf, his scout
belt, his arm patches, his First Class Scout Badges, and his Catholic Scout
Prayer Book.
Ps. The photos that accompanied the letter cannot be sent due to the low
resolution, please rescan at a 500kb per item, EDITOR
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By Tom Naughton
Mercer County Community College New
Jersey
Terry Ferreira grew up working at his family’s bicycle shop in New
Amsterdam, near his country’s psychiatric hospital.
No one could have predicted the events that followed:
that almost a half a century later he would return to Guyana, with a
bicycle, and proceed on a journey through the Americas, the States, and finally
Canada, to help end the stigma of mental illness.
Terry’s journey began on a back porch in New Jersey, where a friend told
him about his daughter’s struggle with bipolar illness. …..
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Another
of the family: Stephen Ferreira
Field
Consultant
Personal
Information:
Education:
Date
of Birth:
1953
Mechanical Engineer Diploma
Industrial
Training:
· WHMIS
· H2S Alive - PITS
· Second Line BOP Ticket - PITS
· Transportation of Hazardous goods
· Drilling Information Management
System
· St. John's Ambulance First Aid
· Camco Safety Valve Training
· OSCO Well Control
· Offshore Survival Certificate
Employment
History:
1989
- Present Ayers Resource Consultants Ltd.
Position:
Wellsite Supervisor
1991
-
1992
Camco Ltd.
Position:
Completion Specialist
1978
-
1990
Amoco Trinidad Oil Company.
Position:
Drilling Supervisor
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Roti
night
Nigel
P. Boos <nigelboos@eagles-wings.ca>
Saturday,
February 14, 2009 4:35:30 PM
To:oats@rogers.com,
OK. We'll try again, when you get back.
Do give Vince my best regards.
And do take some pictures while you're with him, for the record.
Thanks. We'll miss you.
Nigel
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On
14-Feb-09, at 3:35 PM, Ron Ferreira wrote:
Hi Nigel,
Thanks for the invite.
I am in Orlando for the next few months trying to escape the deep freeze.
Will try and visit Brother Vincent since we were close for the short
time he was there after I arrived.
Hope everything is fine with you & yours.
Ron
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From:
Nigel P. Boos <nigelboos@eagles-wings.ca>
Subject:
Roti night
To:
"Ferreira Ron" <oats@rogers.com>
Received:
Saturday, February 14, 2009, 4:08 AM
Hello, Ron,
Would you like to join a few of us in Ajax for a roti on Friday
evening,February 20th?
We'd love to have you join us, and hope you can make it.
If you can come, I’ll give you the location and time.
(Terrence is coming, so perhaps you can come together???)
Nigel Boos
MSB
Class of '60
95
Warwick Ave.,
Ajax,
ON L1Z 1L5
CANADA
Ph: (905) 426-8999
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From :
"David E. Bratt MD, Trinidad & Tobago, West Indies"
<dbratt@trinidad.net>
Subject :
Brother "Vincent"
Date :
Sun, 22 Sep 2002 17:58:53 -0400
Ladislao,
Thanks for the memories of one of the nicest men I have ever met.
I will never forget what he did for me my first day at Mount.
As I recall it was a cool breezy Saturday night, school had opened the
week before but I had arrived late because of the "Asian flu".
Old boys will remember the lonliness of their first night.
I was standing on the curb just outside the Prep A classroom, facing the
volley ball court.
For some reason there was no movie that night.
Everyone and their brother, and how many brother pairs have there been
at Mount, was running around and having a great time.
"Brother Vincent", as usual surrounded by a gaggle of talking,
laughing boys, was sitting down opposite me when he looked up and noticed I was
alone (and about to bus' a cry).
He called out to me to come over.
I did not move, I was so intimidated by all of those happy, smiling
faces.
He then told someone, I think it was Edmund Lange, to go over to me and
bring me over to the group.
As I came over he moved aside, smiled and I can still see that smile,
and motioned to me to sit down at his side.
I can't recall joining in with the old talk but every now and then he
would turn and include me in the conversation.
The loneliness subsided for a little while.
What he did was pure kindness.
Nothing else.
He didn't have to do it.
He could just have smiled across the court and gone about his business
and that would have been plenty.
He took the extra step and I have never forgotten that.
David
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EDITED by Ladislao Kertesz Kertesz11@yahoo.com
EDITED by Ladislao Kertesz Kertesz11@yahoo.com
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Photos:
Bandit
p44 The Early Times
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De Cambra and friends
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friends
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Terrence Ferreira receiving trophy
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Richard Galt receiving trophy
