Getting ready for launch

When I say how time flies, I mean that literally. Yet it is as if just yesterday was the day that my mother left me holding that cake as she bid me goodbye in 1950. As if the cake would compensate for her absence. It did not and I promptly became a very sick boy…

 In another two years it will be six decades since I left St Stanislaus High School for good. As I stood with my box and bedding in the shed as we called that large space downstairs, I bid farewell to other boarders who passed by me.  In retrospect, I was both sad and glad. This…

Would you believe the ediface was still ringing with the exuberance of its students as I clicked these pics on my phone this afternoon … https://www.facebook.com/denzilrego/media_set?set=a.10201557597520197.10

While we boarders spent most of the year in house, we did have visiting Sundays and outing Sundays. The former was to allow relatives to visit their wards, and the latter was to allow the wards to be taken out for a day. On visiting Sundays I would watch with some envy the boys who…

Since the last one or two years some of my companions from our days in the boarding, reached out to me. The first was Frank (is it the same one called affectionately ‘Butler’?). Then there was Joe D’Souza, John Carvallo, and now Philon. I guess we are all in our 60s. Joe D’Souza as I…