Hungry Boarder

Mea Culpa (maxima)! Yes, I confess. Hey what could I (we) do, we always seemed to be hungry. With little or no pocket money, buying extras from Bro Pinerio (a great artist) was out of the question. So was buying during school from Master Gregory's canteen. He and his son Nobert were on the look out for flickers.(But yet we managed to add a hand to a boy in the front, while Master Gregory looked on in amazement at this boy with three hands. One hand steadied himself. One hand held out his coins. And the third hand helped itself to a handful of peanuts. But Master Gregory got it back in kind when we helped him with the annual crib.

I was a dedicated altar boy whose antics were legends. Like my skirt falling off in full sight of the girls in St. Joseph's convent. Or falling from the altar steps with the Gospel. But we did serve the earliest masses in the priest's chapel, while all the boarders attended the 6.25 am mass. That left us with a gap of free time which as luck would have it at times were on those rare days when a small lump of butter was put on every gutli for the boarder's breakfast. Now I just took a speck of butter from everyone's gutli and applied it inside mine with my small lump of butter sitting innocently on top. After all they would not miss a small speck, would they? Don't expect me to tell you how we flicked jam and cheese. But then we were always hungry.

In due course of time I and my motley crew grew into young men that could be pointed at when commenting on how well they fed you in the boarding. Of course I felt guilty and went to confession not knowing it was Fr. Soler listening. Of course he was hard of hearing and he raised his voice asking 'what did you say?" and thus all the boarders turned their gaze towards us knowingly, as I tried my best to appear invisible.

The refectory for the boarders was a long hall, with long tables to seat about eight to twelve boys on long benches. On the table were I guess, galvanized plates which appeared to have been used in the WW II. Tea was served in bowls of the same metal. Generally two large vessels were placed on the table. One with rice and the other with curry. Not enough to feed hungry boarders, but then as I told you we found a way. 

Hungry Boarders

Hi Daril,

Read your post with great interest as you mention Master Gregory and the canteen. I am Master Gregory's grandson but unfortunately he died when I was very young. I have heard a lot about him and his achievements at St Stanislaus but it would be really good to know if you had any memories of him. Any info would be much appreciated. Many Thanks

Tyrone    

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Hungry Boarders #1

Hi Daril,

Glad to hear from you again ... nice to have you back ...hope all has been well with you!

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Prodigal son

Thank you Terence! That was nice of you. I'm truly sorry that it appears my role here is passive. But, yes its good to be back. Unlike most of those who retire, my retirement in 2005 seemed to accelerate my routine and I'm enjoying that roller coaster ride. If its God's wish then this is how its going to be for some time to come.

But there's no denying that whenever I go down memory lane more as a visitor, my perspective has changed. I was probably the original angry young man (Amitabh came later), and had you known me more in those days, you would probably be put off. Its just that I considered myself a survivor. But more of that later.

Daril Atkins

Do you remember...RUPERT and DOUGLAS PEREIRA

KEEP UP THE MEMORY LANE.......AUBREY PEREIRA
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Memory

Aubrey, often times visual memories kinda fade, but the content stays. Do me a favour, post the pics and jolt my memory. Then again not many of my contemporaries would recognize me now. Those days I did have an Elvis puff, later I grew my hair and beard into the hippie era. So there you are. But do post the pics.

Regards!

Daril