Newsletter for alumni of The Abbey School, Mt. St.
Benedict, Trinidad and Tobago, W.I.
Caracas, 15 June 2022. No. 1058
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Dear Friends,
Continuing with the emails on: We
thought they'd never end, we'd sing and dance our life away, ta ra ra ra
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Donald Goddard <liverpool.petroleum@gmail.com>
Thu, Jan 27 at 6:53 PM
Dear Jan and Don M.
I very much enjoyed reading Jan's mini booklet
below and envy Don M's wonderful seduction experience. The descriptions of
Jan's life experiences were worthwhile reading. From his delightful examples of
life with his family and children, and what we've experienced with our own
family and loving children, I'm sure most of you will agree there are three
very important things we learned from our Mount experience:
1) We very much missed being home with
Mom & Dad and eating good food 365 days a year, especially during those
formative years growing up when we needed to be with them.
2) It's very difficult to expect a bunch
of nutty, Dutch monks, who had never been married, to raise, educate and
discipline a bunch of non-English speaking "juvenile delinquent boys"
from Venezuela and other foreign countries, within the Latin speaking catholic
church of the time and with dogmas most of us little kids didn't even
comprehend. This was a rather high mountain for those monks to climb.
and
3) Now as grownups, most of us can be
thankful we didn't end up in loony bins, we became successful professionals,
and realized if you want your children to be happy you raise them with your
wife, as a normal family.
Best to all,
Donald Goddrad.
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On Thu, Jan 27, 2022 at 6:35 AM <idmitch@anguillanet.com> wrote:
Hi, Jan,
I only spoke English, yet my experience
of boarding school was very similar to yours.
Perhaps the main difference was that it
took me only a year to reject everything I had been taught at Mount.
At the age of 18 I was seduced by a
kindly French woman of 24 years.
We were together for 3 or 4 years.
Unfortunately, as she was a neurotic, I
did not learn much about life until after we separated!
What a thing life at Mount was for most
of us!
As they say in the island of St Croix,
“What a pistarckle!”
Best,
Don
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GEORGE MICKIEWICZ <amickiew@att.net>
Sat, Jan 29 at 10:39 AM
Here is the song mentioned by
Andres….for your reflections, memories, enjoyment and merriment.
Did we?
“We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose”
Once upon a time there was a tavern
Where we used to raise a glass or two
Remember how we laughed away the hours
And think of all the great things we would do
Those were the days my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la La la la la la la
Then the busy years went rushing by us
We lost our starry notions on the way
If by chance I'd see you in the tavern
We'd smile at one another and we'd say
Those were the days my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
Those were the days, oh yes those were the days
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la La la la la la la
Just tonight I stood before the tavern
Nothing seemed the way it used to be
In the glass I saw a strange reflection
Was that lonely woman really me
Those were the days my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
Those were the days, oh yes those were the days
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la La la la la la la
la la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la La la la la la la
Through the door there came familiar laughter
I saw your face and heard you call my name
Oh my friend we're older but no wiser
For in our hearts the dreams are still the same
Those were the days my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
Those were the days, oh yes those were the days
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la La la la la la la
Please be extra careful and stay healthy, safe and sound,
George
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Attila GYURIS <gyuris@yahoo.com>
Sun, Jan 30 at 11:53 AM
Hello Jan, my good old friend:
Very interesting insights, you write
about.
So many of those experiences are so real
and with such a far-reaching influence in your life.
I never thought about all those negative
things you write about, but you are right.
They did exist and they were
unacceptable then, as they would be now.
Sad to hear how negatively they affected
you into your developing adult life, especially considering in your family
circumstances.
Glad to hear you eventually got over
that.
I think most of us had similar repercussions
from the harsh discipline at the Mount, some more, some less, … especially
regarding the delayed social interaction with the girls, which we had to learn
from scratch at later stage in life than the rest of kids that age, and which
put us at a disadvantage in any normal social setting.
On the other hand, with all that harsh
and often unfair discipline at the Mount we also developed a great deal of
RESILIENCE, and we were able to bounce back and resolve those issues.
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Do you remember when we used to steal
the monk’s Lambretta motor scooters late at night from the monastery garage,
and go for clandestine night-rides ride down to Tunapuna and back?
You taught me that.
Late at night climbing down the rain
gutter pipes on the side of the dormitory sneaking down to the vehicle shed,
then taking one of the scooters (all with the start keys still in) then pushing
it out silently rolling downhill then bump starting it when sufficiently away…
and just taking the risk of a joyride for no other reason than to prove to
ourselves that we could have the thrill of a tiny bit of freedom without being
caught.
I always wondered what would have
happened if we had ever been caught? Ha ha.
After you left the Mount, I continued on
some more clandestine night-rides on the same motorcycles on my own a few more
times, riding down after midnight to the St Joseph’s girl’s academy where my
“girlfriend” Annette was.
Of course, at that time of the night
they were all quiet and sleeping, but nevertheless it was a thrill to do it and
get away with it.
The very last time I did that was when I
went riding with my Venezuelan school buddy Frank Malaver as my back seater,
down the hill past the monastery, passing by a few private houses, when
suddenly I saw the headlights of one of the Mount’s VW Combi buses coming up
the hill on the curvy road!.
In a panic I quickly pulled over and
parked and turned off the scooter in front on the garage of one of the private
houses and we both hid in the bushes not even breathing.
We heard the bus drive by, then stop in
front of the parked motorcycle for a little while, then continue up the hill.
We stayed hidden for quite a while
after, waiting for something to happen.
Some time passed and nothing happened …
what to do now?
So, I decided it wouldn’t be a good idea
to return up the hill to the garage right away because whoever was driving the
bus might be waiting to see who it was or something.
So, we simply continued our planned ride
down the hill to the village town and back up.
By then I figured whoever was driving
the bus had already parked it and went to sleep.
And so, it was … I rode up and parked
the scooter in its designated parking spot in the vehicle shed and there was no
further mention of the incident, and I swore Frank Malaver to secrecy.
Although I expected some kind of
investigation and further repercussions during the days that followed, but
nothing came of it.
Later on, I found out that the driver of
the bus had been Fr. Cuthbert because he had gone to the Piarco airport to drop
off somebody for a late flight.
That was my last clandestine Mount
motorcycle ride.
After that scare, I never did it
again.
Interestingly, in my adult life, daily
riding and long distance traveling on motorcycles has been a big part of my
life, ever since then to the present day
To this day I wonder what went through
Fr. Cuthbert’s mind when he saw the one of the mount monk’s motor scooter
parked late at night in front of that private house?
Regards,
Attila Gyuris
AS-MSB 1964-1969
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Veejay Sharma <veejay@equityjustice.co.uk>
Jue 14/04/2022 14:50
Dear Nigel and Ladislao,
Wishing you a Happy Easter.
You may not know me but I was a student
at Abbey MSB from 1978 to 1980.
I attach for your attention a
recommendation from Fr Vincent Merrique.
I wanted to become a Monk but in my
meeting with Fr Vincent in 1980, he told me to go into the world before making
a decision.
I was very attached to the Monastery
during that time and I was allowed to spend my weekends in retreat without any
cost.
Father Paul was my Additional
Mathematics teacher and Father Vincent was my English teacher.
Father Hilderbran Green was our
religious instructions teacher.
I feel tears in my eyes thinking of
their contribution to bringing spiritual support and heartfelt comfort to my
life.
I came across your Circulars (Dec 2021 -
No.1040) and wonder if you are continuing the same in 2022.
I also noticed a letter from the company
house informing that the company will be closed. Indeed, I would like it to be
kept alive to connect with our friends.
I look forward to your reply and would
like to reconnect with my friends at that time and share the wonderful
teachings we enjoyed.
A long time has passed and we do have
wonderful memories to share.
Yours sincerely
Veejay Sharma
Managing Director/Solicitor
Equity Justice Solicitors
30 Cauldon Avenue
Bradwell
Newcastle
United Kingdom
ST5 8PZ
DDI: 07846410328
FAX: 01782323571
Email: veejay@equityjustice.co.uk
Email: veejay.sharma@equityjustice.cjsm.net
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