Saturday, October 1, 2022

Circular No 1068

 





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

Caracas, 1 October 2022. No. 1068

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Dear Friends,

The founders Br Paschal, Fr Michel and Fr Ildefons

Published by CN Administration, at July 28, 2017

by Dr Everard Johnston

The Antilles School of Liturgy began in August 1977 as a training programme sponsored jointly by the Abbey of Mount St Benedict and what was then the Regional Seminary of St John Vianney and the Uganda Martyrs.

Appropriately, therefore, the founders were associated with those two institutions:

Dom Ildefons Schroots, and Br Paschal Jordan, both monks of the Abbey, and Fr Michel de Verteuil CSSp, then Rector of the Regional Seminary.

Inspired by the declaration of the Constitution on the Liturgy of Vatican II, viz that “Mother Church earnestly desires that all the faithful should be led to that fully conscious, and active participation in liturgical celebrations which is demanded by the very nature of the liturgy”, a major focus of the school was, and remains, promoting the development of liturgical forms and expressions that best express the character and nature of people of the Caribbean.

Below are brief portraits of the founders.

Dom Ildefons Schroots, OSB

Dom Ildefons Schroots, better known simply as Fr Ildefons, originally from the Netherlands, was a senior monk at the Abbey in the 1950s, a time when the Abbey was in the forefront of liturgical renewal in the Archdiocese of Port of Spain. In the Abbey Church, for example, since 1960, Mass was celebrated with the presiding priest facing the congregation, several years before the practice was instituted in parishes in the Archdiocese.

In addition, Benedictine monks have traditionally had a special care for the worthy celebration of the Church’s liturgy, so it should come as no surprise that it was Fr Ildefons who had the idea of a School of Liturgy that would aim at leading all members of the Church of the region, clergy, religious and laity, to deeper appreciation and love for the liturgy and for its faithful and meaningful celebration.

In his later years, Fr Ildefons became very involved in the Catholic Charismatic Renewal Movement and, knowing his passion for the Bible and his concern for sharing the Word – his watch phrase was a quotation from the great Biblical scholar, St Jerome: “ignorance of the Bible is ignorance of Christ” – it is not again surprising that it was he who had the initial inspiration which led to the establishment of the Caroni Bible Institute. He died in September 1999.

Fr Michel de Verteuil, CSSp

Fr Michel de Verteuil was Rector of the then Regional Seminary of St John Vianney and the Uganda Martyrs.  He had succeeded Fr Ildefons as Rector in 1970, the year in which the seminary had become a formally regional (Caribbean) institution, under the auspices not only, as from the time of its foundation in1943, of the Archbishop of Port of Spain, but of all the (arch)bishops of the Antilles Episcopal Conference (AEC).

Fr Michel’s leadership of this regional institution accounts in part for the regional, Antillean thrust, especially during the early years of the school. Hence the original name, Antilles School of Liturgy. In addition, Fr Michel had been involved, in the years immediately prior to 1977, in a training programme called the Antilles Pastoral Institute which had brought together clergy, religious and laity from the various dioceses of the AEC. He experienced the great advantages and richness of bringing together persons from all over the Caribbean to reflect on the role of the Church in the region and on how to live out our vocation to be Church in the region.

As time passed, other (arch)dioceses in the region that had been sending participants to the school took the decision to establish their own liturgy schools, so that more of their own people could participate than the few who could travel to Trinidad. Although the word ‘Antilles’ has been removed from the official title of liturgy school, however, it remains open to welcoming participants from other dioceses. Fr Michel died in January 2014.

Br Paschal Jordan, OSB

Br Paschal was born in Guyana and lived there until coming to T&T to enter the Abbey of Mt St Benedict in 1964. His musical talent was nurtured from his early years by his mother who was a music teacher of piano and music theory.  With this background, Br Paschal was sent, after his final profession as a monk, to study liturgy and liturgical music at the Institut Catholique in Paris.

On his return to the Abbey after graduating from his programme, Br Paschal was charged with the monumental task of composing music for celebrating the monastic liturgy using texts that had recently been translated from Latin – a task which still occupies him. The then Archbishop of Port of Spain, Anthony Pantin, invited him to join the Archdiocesan Liturgical Commission, entrusting him with setting up a Music Sub-Committee, with the specific task of encouraging composition of local liturgical music.

As a member of one of the founding institutions of liturgy school, then, Br Paschal was destined to become the mainstay of the Liturgical Music Department of the school, preparing and animating the celebration of worship services at the school as well as conducting workshops on music composition to assist persons interested in composing new hymns and/or settings for the Eucharistic Liturgy.

Over the years Br Paschal has become well known for his liturgical compositions. More than this, Br Paschal has been able to share his gifts ecumenically and has worked regionally with the Caribbean Conference of Churches and internationally with the World Council of Churches.  His role at liturgy school continues undiminished.

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GEORGE MICKIEWICZ <amickiew@att.net>

Hola Ladislao

This note is confusing.

Father Michel de Verteuil and Reverend Michael de Verteuil are 2 different persons.  Our Old Boy Reverend Michael de Verteuil is still alive, probably in his mid-seventies now.

Your note intimates that they are one and the same.

Un fuerte abrazo,

Jorge

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Ladislao Kertesz <kertesz11@gmail.com>

Thanks Gorge

I shall make the necessary corrections once I get a confirmation letter from either Fr. De Verteuil.

I found it strange that there are two guys with the same name and appear in the listing.

This happens when there is little information from the person involved.

I hope the true and alive Fr. de Verteuil sends me a Fe de Vida

Thanks

Ladislao

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idmitch@anguillanet.com 

Hi, Ladislao,

I think you need to do a little research with Nigel before we publish this. 

The Fr Michael De Verteuil who died at age 84 in 2014 is not the same Fr Michael De Verteuil who was involved with the Living Waters Community and who was my contemporary at MSB in the 1950s and 1960s. 

I don’t know who the first one was, but so far as I am aware he was not an alumnus of MSB, nor was he in any way connected with the Abbey School.

Best,

Don

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Nigel Boos <nigelboos@gmail.com>

I hope you’re keeping well.

Fr. Michel de Verteuil C.S.Sp., who died in 2014, as the designation shows, was a member of the Congregation Spiritus Sancti (a.k.a. the Congregation of the Holy Sprit, a.k.a The Holy Ghost Fathers a.k.a. the Spiritans) who built and operate both St. Mary’s and Fatima Colleges in P-o-S.

He was a most friendly and accommodating man and a great friend to all who knew him.

May his soul rest In peace.

Msgr. “M.J.” De Verteuil on the other hand, is a priest of the Archdiocese of Port of Spain, and a former student of the Abbey School, MSB.

He is very active with the Living waters Community in P-o-S., and is dearly beloved by the members of the LWC and by Trinidadians and Tobagonians generally. 

This might help to clarify the names and personalities of these two great men.

Nigel

P.S. From the article and photo, our Fr. Michael de Verteuil is between the founders and is a founder of the seminary.

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From: idmitch@anguillanet.com>

Sent: Sunday, 4 September

Hi, Robert,

You sound like you are doing all the right things. 

Yes, I had a pacemaker installed in Barbados the weekend of Diana’s funeral in 1997.  My pulse then was 35.  I died more than a dozen times on the operating table.  The surgeon found I had a kink in my superior vena cava that he was trying to push the electric lead through, which held up the procedure considerably.  He had to suddenly stop working on my left side and find the vein on the right side of my chest to be able to get in to the heart.  So, I now have the implant on the right side.  He told me at the time that normally with lawyers, surgeons find no heart at all, but in my case he did find one, even if it was on the wrong side. 

I am not worried, though the last doctor I saw a few months ago told me that my blood pressure is a concern.  In fact, she told me I should not have been able to drive to her surgery:  I should have been delivered in an ambulance!  This is the record for the past few months:

2 September       192/68 – pulse 38

8 August              180/63 – pulse 37

9 July                    180/59 – pulse 36

30 May                 157/63 – pulse 43

10 May                 171/57 – pulse 40

8 April                   189/66 – pulse 46

So, you can see, I am pretty constant, even if on the wrong side of the scale  

I am thinking of seeing a doctor about increasing the strength of the blood pressure medication the last one prescribed.  I don’t really have a permanent doctor.  I pick one at random as necessary, eg, for a broken arm.  My mother always warned me to stay away from them.  Every time you see a doctor, you leave with some illness or the other.  Anytime you make the mistake of going to a hospital, you leave in a coffin.  Normally, I apply aloes to all ailments.  It invariably works.  [It may help to understand when I tell you I am a (self)diagnosed obsessive/compulsive, way up on the Asperger’s Spectrum.  Autism rules OK.]

Best,

Don

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From: Robert Huggins rhohug@hotmail.com

Sent: Sunday, 4 September 2022

Hi Don,

Thanks for the update. First of all I never knew that you had a pace maker. But glad to know that it is still ticking and you are still able to exercise, especially the right arm nightly. Me, I’m doing well, I still train daily or at least three to 4 times a week doing my karate. The days I’m not training I’m usually in the garden or doing something else. As winter sets in I will go back to training 6 days a week, gotta keep moving 

Don, you are not that much older than me, is there nothing that can be done to help? I understand the operation is risky but is there no way a new pacemaker could be attached before the old one is removed?

Glad to hear Maggie is doing well. Cheryl is also keeping well. We too are winding down but with 7 grand children don’t want to wind down to fast. Keep telling them we are going to live to be 100+, but the parents aren’t too happy about that, their problem Payback time for when they were growing up.

Las will probably have a good laugh and begin counting those who are still around and those who are sitting in the proverbial departure lounge, wandering when we will meet again.

You take care my friend, we should try to skype soon before you decide to head to the great law library in the sky.

Regards,

Robert

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From: idmitch@anguillanet.com

Sent: September 4, 2022

Hi, Robert,

All is as well as can be expected.   I am eating healthily, exercising regularly, and limiting myself to two vodkas per night. 

The problem is the pacemaker.  It’s complicated.  Basically, I lost contact with my heart surgeon, and don’t have a new one.  I’ve not had the machine checked since about five years ago when he made me come down to Barbados for a check up, and when I got there his surgery was shut for because of Dengue or something, and the technician was not expecting me.  I had to overnight to get tested.  I learned that my machine was obsolete and they would have to take it out and replace it when it became exhausted.  Since I have total heart block, I knew that once they touched the wiring, everything would stop working, and the likelihood was I would die on the operating table. I decided I was not going back and I would not replace it once the battery wound down.

My pulse went down from about 70 to about 60 to about 50 to about 40 and is now stuck at 38 for the past few months.  It is beating out of habit, and not because of the machine.  So, it is just a matter of waiting.  Hopefully, I shall meet my target and die healthy.  Then, I am off to the great law library in the sky.  Lots of research to do.  

Maggie is exercising more regularly, and is keeping fitter than she was a few years ago.  She also eats well and limits her drinking.  We are both coming to the inevitable end of the road.  No regrets.  All good things come to an end.  Otherwise, we are happy as bugs in a rug, and trying to stay in touch with family and friends.

What about you?  How’s your prognosis?  

Best,

Don

PS: Copying this to Ladislao for his amusement.

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From: Robert Huggins <rhohug@hotmail.com>
Sent: Sunday, 4 September 2022

Hi Don, 

Glad to hear all is well and you were not drenched. How are you otherwise?

Robert

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From: idmitch@anguillanet.com

Sent: September 4, 2022

Hi, Robert.

He passed night before last.  We got about 3 inches from him here in North Hill village, so he was not particularly generous.  Passed over 100 miles to the north.  I need three more just like that to be really happy.

Best,

Don

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From: Robert Huggins <rhohug@hotmail.com>

Sent: Sunday, 4 September 2022

Hi Don,

Long time no talk. Just looking on the NOAA website and see that Tropical Storm Earl might be heading your way or has Anguilla been hit already?

Regards to Maggie,

Robert

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Photo:

12UN0102UNKNOWN, with some names HELP

80UN0001BPAFMIFIL, Founders, Br. Paschal, Fr. Michael, Fr. Ildefons

10UN0001FMI, Fr. Michael de Verteuil.

15LK0123LKEGRP, Ladislao Kertesz, Anthony O´brien, George Iwaskiewicz.

 

 

 

 

Thursday, September 1, 2022

Circular No 1067





Newsletter for alumni of The Abbey School, Mt. St. Benedict, Trinidad and Tobago, W.I.
Caracas, 1 September 2022. No. 1067

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Dear Friends,

A new month and new challenges.

Those who complain that it is great to be an EDITOR, and who only asks for funds but does not write.

In the past past, I used to ask for 50 words or the equivalent of $50.00.

And today I get zero words and no challenge.

This is my issue, haha.

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PART I of various to be published by Ladislao Kertesz. (my 50 words instead of a check)

Effectively today the school does not look the same as when I was there.

I am going to write a short resume leading to my stay that started in 1955.

I went to the Abbey School because of concerns by my parents of the need to learn English.

My father was a friend of Matias Fedak´s father who recommended the school.

My father got my uncle interested and I was enrolled in their idea.

I was told of the impending trip in July 1955 after I finished primary school here in Caracas.

I remember starting to make a list of English words that I knew; they did not number more than 25 if my memory is right.

No problem, I did not know that in TT people spoke only English with a few exceptions.

I was with the expectations of a treat, an airplane flight of over an hour, since I had never been on an airplane before.

The airplane was a Viking, if I find a photo in the future I shall include it, specially for you pilots.

The day of the flight approached without a sweat,

I had no way of knowing what the future had for me.

I have tried to think of my bravery but I believe that the opportunity for a flight overwhelmed reason.

The trip was long enough to enjoy, at about 10000 feet, and I could see people walking in the streets and vehicles on the road.

Then suddenly the announcement that we were about to land.

Here suddenly I got nervous, as my parents were not close, etc.

I disembarked the airplane and walked apprehensively towards the terminal building together with the rest of the passengers.

I had in my hand a slip of paper with my future address, The Abbey School and the contact. Fr. Bernard,

Suddenly I saw a white robed person and three kids,

I only remember that it was Bro. Vincent, Manuel Prada and two other kids.

The emigration part was fast and off we went to the school, which was clearly seen at the distance, just as today, a monument.

I had arrived a week early, which was good as I met all the priest and the Venezuelan boys with whom friendship was obvious, only then I realized that there was a language problem.

The rest of the story shall be posted in a new circular. I believe in equal time.

(Can anyone write their experiences as to the first day? Ed.)

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PART II, The Refectory, dinner time, by yours truly, the editor.

Now back to my story: Part I was sent out in Circular No. 189.

In those days (from 1955? to 1957 when it was moved next to the bakery) the refectory was in an old wooden building near the main church.

This two-storey building had the kitchen below our eating hall, its level was the same as the church’s parking lot.

We ate in the second floor, which was on the same level as the old church bells and the meteorological station.

Inside the Refectory there was a centre corridor with tables on each side, its floor was wooden planks.

The prefect sat at the wall end of the table and four kids sat on either side of the table.

The 13 tables were set before we arrived.

On each table there were two metal inox jars, one with cocoa and the other with water.

Also there were two bread baskets inox, both with monastery made bread, the bakery was located where today is the loan office of Fr. Cuthbert, one with white square bread sliced in about 12 pieces (generously thick), the other also had square dark bread that sometimes felt like having saw dust.

The water glasses were of glass and we had cups for the cocoa with an accompanying saucer.

The China ware was white and had a thin line maroon line and the symbol of the school.

The eating instruments were inox also.

The table was covered with a plastic mantel.

We sat on a wooden bench that ran the length of the table on either side.

The food was placed in inox bowls and usually consisted of the following:

1st dish: Rice, Potatoes.

2nd dish: Vegetables Carrots, beans

3rd dish: Meat or fish

4th dish had fruit.

There was brown sugar, salt, and butter, sometimes cheese, that we deemed to be inedible and taken from a sunken ship, as we said.

A small group of Brothers helped to keep the tables with food, when these ran out.

There was an elevator in the middle that brought up the food from the kitchen when there was additional need.  Of course, the good stuff ran out quickly.

This elevator ran on manpower using a thick rope.

The prefect’s pets sat to his left and right and the youngest or less popular kids sat next to the corridor, the furthest position from the prefect, they were the last to get food if any was left!

This is where I sat during a couple months. First, because I was new and second because I did not know English, the third there was an empty place at the table.

My arrival was not welcomed as the food had to be rationed from 8 portions until then, to a newcomer, 9 portions.

All the kids at the table tried to teach me the name of the edibles but without luck.

So next the prefect tried the rough way, he told Wayne Vincent Brown to get English out of me or there was no food.

I got bounced about but English was not easy.

Finally, I got upset and decided call WVB “Topo” which is not offensive in Spanish but for those that only knew English found it puzzling and annoying.

It worked because when WVB got rough, I called out.

The end of this episode I cannot remember but I did not die of hunger and was not hurt except for my pride!!

They got tired I presume, or I began to assimilate English.

While we ate in silence the Priest´s refectory was replenished with an open cart that took the plates from the elevator to the hall that was next to ours, we envied what we saw.

I presume that the kitchen had to serve us first and then the Priests.

This always caused lots of comments and there were many an effort to steal some of the edibles.

For dinner we would leave the study hall in the evening at about 6:00 pm.

When we reached the door of the refectory we had to wait until the priest in charge arrived and once these were opened and we had to walk slowly down the corridor to our table.

We had to wait standing until we said prayer and sat down.

The Prefect had first choice of each plate of food that was passed down; and he had to make sure that everybody got part of the dish that was passed.

There was no authorization to talk, one, because the fight for food would have been loud and second because some kids would only talk and not eat, third, we were next to the priest refectory and there was always a lecture being read while the priests ate.

Wait for PART III

(Forgive my English, it never was good enough for Fr. Bernard.  Ed.)

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After having waited for 950 issues of the Circulars, here it is Part III

My first encounter with P.G. Wilson

After a couple of months at school, having entered the routine of going every day to the sports field, my attention was focused on the activities at the sports field, sports, something that I never did here in Venezuela.  Very few schools had a sports field and the slogan of a healthy mind needs a health body was unknown to me.

On multiple occasion when I went to the Sports field, I saw some kids of my age group running the oval circuit with this big funny black man, all smiles and joviality.

He was running without effort, making a continued chit chat and saying jokes while surrounded by an average of six kids.

All seemed a fairy tale, haha.  He was running without effort while the kids were sweating and short of breath, but he knew how to squeeze and keep up the speed without causing any dropouts in the group.

I liked what I saw.

Since sports was not taught here in Venezuela I looked inquisitively and got close to the track.

This is when P.G. Wilson saw me and with his big arms waved to me to join the fun.

I do not remember if I was dressed adequately but I joined the fun.

I supposed that I did a couple of laps and stopped when the trainer stopped and started to give instructions.

At this time, I left the group since my English was not adequate and I did not understand the sequence of the instructions.

Later I joined the group every time P.G. came to the sports field, notwithstanding the language barrier, and joined in the fun and the funny way of training, lots of laughter and really no strict format.

P.G. was hired to train at the sports field by Bro. Vincent, our sports master.

He was an officer and worked at the penitentiary in Port of Spain.  Some days he used to come with the khaki coloured uniform, brass buttons and military hat.

He changed to proper clothes at the sports field house, and he was ready to talk and do the training.

He came regularly to the school to train, to keep in form and train us kids.

In the long run we became good friends, and I learned a lot about training and exercise.

The sports field was my second home, I spent all free afternoons at the sports field, dry or rainy season.

The story was that P.G. was the prospect of the 800 yards championship run for the Commonwealth games in 1940 I believe, but war broke out and P.G. lost his chance and the accumulative training that he did as a very fast runner.

For those that keep the timetable in mind, here is as I remember.

On Monday and Tuesday; Thursday and Friday you could go to the sports field after three in the afternoon, the dormitories were opened after the afternoon snack consisting of a bun, sausage inserted with curry sauce, and a bottle of Solo drink at the canteen next to the volleyball court.

Baby Joe, Michael Azar (last known address, living in Oregon) must remember for he was in charge during my final years as supervisor of the canteen.

Those boys that stayed at school played, Volleyball and Basketball. And some took up reading to keep up the one book per month requirement.

The bathroom for shower was opened at five o`clock, and we went direct to the study hall at six o´clock.

I made it a routine to go to the sports field and train running and throwing discus and javelin during this time.

I bathed at the sport field and walked up to the school, slowly so not to work up a sweat, reached the dormitories at un quarter of hour before six and be able to change clothes,

Khaki shirt and short pants (up to FORM III) and long pants thereafter.

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Now PART IV will be written in issue No. ?????

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In past issues I was promised by Anthony Johnson (AKA Gabby), Alan Date, and others that the 50 words would be forthcoming, but???

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Re: Sad News - Peter Gorinsky

Tim & Gail Mew

18 Aug 2022

Thanks Don,

I did not seem to have a data base, probably my fault, so I will keep yours.

I checked the one you sent and at # 59 and 60 are in fact the two Gorinsky brothers, so my memory did not fail.

I don’t know the exact date that Peter died but it would be August 2022.

Tim.

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On 19 Aug 2022

<idmitch@anguillanet.com> wrote:

Hi, Tim,

I have not bothered to look him up as he was unknown to me. 

However, there is no speculation or doubt about who attended Mount.   All attendees are included with brief biographies in Nigel’s database now maintained by George.

My edition is probably not the most recent.  If you don’t have a copy, I attach mine.

Best,

Don

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From: TM MHC <mewhealthcare@bigpond.com>

Sent: Thursday, 18 August 2022

Hola & Hi to you both,

Just got this news from a friend in Canada.

The Gorinsky family emigrated to then British Guiana from Poland and started a huge cattle ranch in the Rupununi Savannah.

It all fell apart after a failed uprising in the 70’s against the then Guyana Government, including other emigrated ranching families - the Harts.

The remaining families all fled to Brazil and I don’t know any more of them in general.

Peter somehow went to Costa Rica and set up a tourist fishing and touring business, not sure about Peter.

I feel sure that both Peter and Luke Gorinsky went to MSB.

So just in case they did I wanted you both to know.

Cheers

Tim.

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Date: 19 August 2022

I just heard that Peter Gorinsky passed away this morning in Costa Rica.

His brother Luke spoke with Peter last night and he was in good spirits and was planning a fishing trip.

Peter has had an assortment of medical concerns over the past few years.

R.I.P.

Pedro

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60LK0001LKEMAR, Ladislao Kertesz with Kitty Marcus

60LK0001LKETC, Ladislao Kertesz at the Tennis courts

60LK0001LKE, taking shower before entering the pool

09LK2933LKEGRP, Fr, Augustine, Ladislao Kertesz and Fr. Cuthbert