Circular No 357

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

Caracas, 7 September 2008 No. 357

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Dear Friends,

My thoughts:

I have been thinking for a long time, as to why the UNKNOWNS in the photos do not reply for corrections, and help get the records straight.

Sometimes I write UNKNOWN to see if the person in the photo recognises himself, but even some of my good friends do not object being called UNKNOWNS.

Why??, I presume that it is to much to ask for the memory after 40 years.

Even so I would like help from other assiduous readers, to send your friends the photo that have UNKNOWNS and ask for a suggested name.

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Re: Mount explosion

Donald Goddard

Sunday, June 22, 2008 1:48:43 PM

Attila:

It seems that you younger Mount boys (1964-1969) were much more adventurous than we older (1953-1958) guys.

Our good friend Salvador Coscarat, from your time and who lives close to me, probably has great stories to tell.

Compared to you all, we can be considered a bunch of "goodie two shoes".

The worst things that we would do is steal some mangoes and have Brother Swa chase us or pelt one another with stale "rock hard" hops bread baked by brother Joseph.

Perhaps the mischief winner in our time was when some of the older guys sneaked out one night and went galavanting in Tunapuna or Port of Spain (I can't remember which place).

For your group this was probably standard "modus operandi".

I know that the "sneaker -outs" were definitely not Isaias, nor Ladislao, nor Urbano nor Ricardo Figueroa, nor David Ames, nor Bodington, nor Norman Gabriel, nor Lipapsky, nor Pradita.

These guys spent too much time studying, playing sports, praying to have time for fun, mischievous activities.

Thanks for enlightening us with such inventiveness that you younger guys enjoyed.

I propose we have a written contest about the worst things we did at Mount with no exaggerations or telling fibs (most difficult to accomplish knowing that many Mount guys are BS experts, including me).

I realise that for some of those older (more than 65 years), senile, big bellied, bald headed guys of my time, remembering so far back might be difficult.

Because I'm still a young, slim 64 year old, with hair, my mind is still in great shape compared to that of my older brother Brian and a few of the other old farts I named above.

Best wishes to all, and let's keep the fun stories coming in order to spice up somewhat our Mount Boy communications network.

Donald Goddard (1953-1958)

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"gevelyn1@bellsouth.net"

Saturday, June 14, 2008 11:25:55 AM

While eager to talk about (Pro Fate) I have to say that he was not the first on the list to rock MT, but his standard was much higher.

Che Che ranked Attila as a high ranking official of National Security on his recent visit to Florida and therefore I don't want to send any wrong signals-- have to be careful :-)

However, Ian's mixture was called Flash.

He collected the large aspirin screw-cap bottles and drilled a hole in the top and inserted a straw as the fuse.

Remember that his Dad was Eric Williams Doctor.

His innovation was swapping Kn03 with Kcl03.

Said it was a sparkler as long as sulphur was kept low.

No matching him ( no pun intended ) I think he had his own key to Kitty's well stocked lab.

Many a tree fell.

Today is Fathers day but please remember our Mother Kitty and send something small to Nigel.

Saludos Glen

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Attila GYURIS

Friday, June 13, 2008 5:06:15 PM

Finally the mystery is solved!

I remember that explosion very well.

We were all wondering WTF just happened!

It rocked the entire school.

It was in the afternoon sometime.

Big smoke cloud drifted up from the dirt path in the bush behind the refectory.

A few days later, some of us small boys went to see the big hole in the tree trunk, and wondered and theorised about the explosion.

That huge tree with the huge gaping explosion hole in the trunk was there for many more years, and I am sure it accelerated its demise.

Never found out who the culprits were.

There were some rumours running around about some chemicals from the chemistry lab and some senior boys being involved....but never got the straight story.

Until now!

You guys were good!

Was it a black powder mixture you guys used?

Attila Gyuris

MSB 1964-1969

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On Wed, 6/11/08,

Carlos Dvorak <carlos_dvorak@aincosa.com> wrote:

Date: Wednesday, June 11, 2008, 6:13 AM

Dear Roger,

I am glad to hear from you, the tree did not fell, and as far as I remember it was right next to the track, facing down the hill.

You should remember that I used to go to the mountain very frequently to smoke, even though I was allowed to go to the seniors room.

I remember quite well that episode and as you said the tree is not there any more.

On those days and few years after, I used to stay in Bernard Lange’s home, I know that he and his parents passed over, but he had a sister called Pauline, if any of you contact her, send my best regards and also tell her that I will like to have news from them.

Muy Atentamente,

CARLOS E. DVORAK

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De: Roger Gillezeau [mailto:roger.gillezeau@ansamcal.com]

Enviado el: Miércoles, 11 de Junio de 2008 07:11 a.m.

Asunto: RE: Modern Day Knights/Zanelli & Samaroo.

Let me tell you about the tree.

It was a massive Silkcotton tree located about halfway along Bottom Track close to where it converged with the Middle Track (in those days).

4 of us planned and carried out the explosion.

"Sausage" Ames was responsible for the concept.

"Jeros" de Barry designed the bomb and the ignition device.

Ames , de Barry and myself stole the ingredients from the Chemistry lab and various other places, and "Rams" Ramlogan provided major assistance in auguring out the cavity in the tree, which was positioned so that, if we accomplished what we set out to do, and the tree fell, it would do so into the valley.

We carried out the deed one Saturday afternoon in 1966 and we sure rocked the Mount that day (and St John's village and areas of St Augustine )...but it didn't fall.

I do think, though, that none of us really expected the power and the noise of the explosion, and I certainly was shellshocked for a while there.

I still can't believe that there wasn't some kind of investigation into the explosion.

But then again, we were fairly expert at covering our tracks in those days.

Basically, nobody knew nothing.

So there you have it, the story of the tree.

A couple years ago 3 of us went looking for it, but it had disappeared.

It must have eventually died and fallen over.

Stretch

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From: oscar cantore [mailto:oscar_cantore@aincosa.com]

Sent: Tuesday, 10 June 2008 02:45 PM

Subject: RE: Modern Day Knights/Zanelli & Samaroo.

Hello to all the brothers of MSB.

Glenn let me clear up something, everyone knew of our trip to the Mount on Wednesday including the organisers, Winston (who accompanied us) and also our friend Samaroo, it was no secret.

I only wish that more brothers could have come and visit the Old MSB it was a very enjoyable trip and Fr. Cuthbert delighted us with some of his special yogurt drink.

Pity we could not go inside the old MSB school area due to the fact that everyone knows it been put off limits to visit due to the nature of the drug rehab establishment.

Carlos Dvorak did a trip inside the woods looking for the Chest and he was searching also ( he confessed) for the tree they blew up with material retrieved from the Chemical lab, but I guess after forty years they was not much left over.

It has come to my attention of a project of making an old boys office and reunion place at the Mount, and if any old boys decide to visit there is going to be facilities to stay and visit I believe it is a great idea and I suggest if between all of us can pitch in to make it come true.

My regards to all and best wishes,

Oscar

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From: Nigel P. Boos [mailto:nigelboos@eagles-wings.ca]

Sent: Martes, 10 de Junio de 2008 08:55 a.m.

Subject: Modern Day Knights/Zanelli & Samaroo.

Thanks, Enrique, for this information.

I have just returned from a cottage vacation, myself, in the Muskoka region, and I was captivated by the story, the pictures, the camaraderie and the obvious sense of fun which the arrival of MV Esmeralda generated.

Congratulations to Captain Victor Zanelli on his command of such a beautiful ship, and here's wishing you a safe and very eventful voyage.

Next time, try to include Canada in your itinerary.)

Congrats too, to everyone who was involved in the preparation for the visit to the ship and to the development of bonds of strong friendship between the Old Boys of MSB.

Nigel P. Boos

P.S. For current viewing of the progress of mv Esmeralda, see: http://www.esmeralda.cl/

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On 10-Jun-08, at 8:28 AM, ENRIQUE L ZANELLI wrote:

Hello guys,

This just to let you all know that Victors email while on the Esmeralda is esmeralda_2008@stratosnet.com

Saludos,

Enrique Zanelli

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From: Glen Mckoy

Sent: Monday, June 09, 2008 10:52 AM

MODERN DAY KNIGHTS / MSB / HIPPIES FROM THE SIXTIES. / ABBEY SCHOOL 1942-1984

OLD BOYS PRIVATE CLUB /MEMBERS ONLY/ THE MONTH OF JUNE, FOREVER ESMERALDA.

Hope all received photos well, I got doubles at times, careful some brothers may not be able to receive too much photos o.k.

Today we thank, and pay tribute, and Honor, to two of our modern day Knights.

A Knight of the Seven Seas:- Our Brother, Captain Pipo Victor Zanelli.

A Knight of the people:-Our Brother, Mr. Jimmy Samaroo.

As the Esmeralda docked in Port-of-Spain , Trinidad and Tobago June 4th, 2008. The captain stepped ashore, with a big smile on his face, and with so much pride he said, I'm proud to be a mount boy, a tear came to in my eye, as I read the the text mail.

With steel pan music in the air a welcoming token from his friend from prep. Mr. Jimmy Samaroo.

The year is 2008, many boys have come forward, from all over the world to say, " I'M PROUD TO BE A MOUNT BOY ".

Congratulations goes out to the Mr. Winston Ramsahai and his committee, for their smooth handling of the event, in the short time they had, to make arrangements etc., and the brothers who volunteered, to make this memorable event possible.

Also thanks to the photography department, for the excellent photos, Brothers:- Oscar Cantore , Ian Gomes and Salvador Coscarat.

Comments:- Oscar, we know you were on the mount, you can't hide, how come you did'nt tell Tim Healy, David Decastro, Trevor Evelyn or myself you were going to be up there.

We hope you not snooping around White Stones, as we did notice over the past few months, you've been asking a lot of questions about the " Chest", which is hidden on White Stones.

Also it was noted that while the Capt. of the Esmeralda , the Trusted Monk and the Dutch Monk who taught French, were have a private conversation on business of the knights, you were also hovering around. Oscar we may have a few question for you.

Thanking all brothers for their time, and co-operation at all times, Your brother till the end,

Glen McKoy

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That is for now, till the next one

Your Editor, Ladislao Kertesz

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Photos:

03UN0355GRP. Bro.Camillus and groupduring REUNION 03

03UN0356GRP. Salvador Coscarart and UNKNOWNS

03SC2015GRP, Pereira Salvador and Cioannetti

08LK0683LKEDMI, Dr. Daniel Michieli and your editor Ladislao Kertesz.

Circular No 356

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

Caracas, 30 August 2008 No. 356

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Dear Friends,

Here are the tales of the Knights from White Stones by Glen Mckoy.

Some of you might have read parts of it but I wanted to make two Circular from the material that I have received.

The interesting part is the writers ability of Glen together with his imagination.

Some of the stories carry information on our day to day journey through out the several years that we spent at the Mount.

I had in the past, articles by my classmate of the 1960, Wayne Vincent Brown.

The reason that I have not published any of his prose recently is because when I asked him for authorisation, he was willing but he requested that I print all of his articles one after another without leaving out any.

Some are not printable in the Circular as they have been prepared for Jamaican newspapers and include material that has to do with local political standings which gets out dated by when I manage to send out the Newsletter and has no valid stories to Mount boys in this world wide circulation.

I would like to include him, just as I include all comers.

Maybe if he wants I can include his WEB page for you to browse.

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FW: Knights from White Stones / Long version for Gabriel Faria‏

From: Glen Mckoy (mckoy43glen@hotmail.com)

Sent: Wed 4/02/08 9:12 AM

If a brother is on this list, well nothing else needs to be said.

As far, as I could see, all is present and accounted for.

Thank you Aziz. & CheChe.

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My dear Brother Gabriel, You have shown a great interest, so this is the whole story, so you also will know.

ABBEY SCHOOL MT.ST. BENEDICT T&T 1912-2008 (OLD BOYS PRIVATE CLUB- members only)

Mono, according to "The Legends from the Knights from White Stones", on the Mount , this is all, I know. G#1, Believe it, or not.

Knights, from White Stones, my brothers from the past, making the Abbey, their castle , and seeking knowledge, from the monks, surrounded by boarders , and no where else to run.

They made their way up the mountains, to White Stones, in a Thundering Storm, on that Dark and Cold Moon-Less night..

They knelt , forming their sacred - secret- circle, into the power of One.

Around a Chest, their Time Capsule, their Treasure Chest, and buried it, not far from, where the 1st. Monk's, stone dwelling is, from 1912.

After the storm, they were all gone, and no where to be found.

Rumours has it , that they fed the eagles, and in return, the eagles taught them how to fly, and that's why, many have ventured, to the four corners of the earth, after White Stones.

Some people , still think, these Knights from White Stones, still exists, others believe, that they were all lost, in the storm, of life, and time.

That, such a secret - sacred - circle, as the power of one, can still exists, with the Knights from White Stones, up to this day, unbelievable , I really don't know, no comment. G#1

Only where Eagles dare, on top of White Stones, not far from where the first monk's dwellings are, rumours has it, that they buried a chest, in it , are all the names, of all the Knights, who lived there, and their stories, and their treasures, and glories of Life on the Mount, are still to be found.

However, this was so long ago, anyhow, the story goes on, and said, that the Chest , will reveal it self, in the year 2012 , 100 years after the 1st Monk/1st Knight/1st Old Boy, walked upon White Stones, in 1912, who really knows ?

I will have to wait and see, what really happens, in 2012.

See you there. o.k.

Best Regards to my brother Knights.

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From: mckoy43glen@hotmail.com

Subject: RE: Knights from White Stones

Date: Wed, 2 Apr 2008 09:47:17 +0000

Yes, Nigel, I am a romantic, and only you know the truth. I try to keep the interest of all, I expect feed back.

Nigel just between you and I, I was trying to write a song.

You know that I am a dreamer, right ? that's the whole story.

I thank you wise one.

Best regards, Glen.

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From: nigelboos@eagles-wings.ca

Subject: Knights from White Stones

Date: Wed, 2 Apr 2008 05:35:43 -0400

Glen,

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Either you're a romantic, with strange visions of some sort of medieval story of "Knights" and "burial of boxes" or else someone with a poetic bent post 1960 has tried to invent a ballad or a story of some sort.

To imagine why the original settlement of Benedictine monks at their little mud hut on Mt. Tabor ("White Stones" to you) would leave their lofty retreat and come down to their present location, to build their monastery.

Not bad for a fiction story, but really not historically accurate.

If you'd like to have the true history of how the present monastery came about, I'd be happy to supply it to you.

By the way, and come to think about it, the idea of a burial of a box on Mt. Tabor before descending its slopes actually quite a good theme for a novel.

Perhaps Wayne Vincent-Brown might like to try his hand at developing the theme - he's already a published author.

We need a good story, and a bit of intrigue won't hurt.

Come on, Wayne, whaddya think?

Nigel P. Boos

(I would like to have the true historical version, with true facts. Ed.)

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Glen Mckoy

Sunday, June 22, 2008 7:04:38 PM

Donald, this how far the tales have gone.

Glen Mckoy.

Thanks you for your comments to the Hippies from the Sixties., Mr. Rafael Echeverría (Che Che) is the keeper of all the Tales of "White Stones" Ask for the Chronicles.

ABBEY SCHABBEY SCHOOL (MSB T&T) OLD BOYS PRIVATE CLUB (Members only) MAY/2008.

From the Book, The King of Hearts, 'Tales of the Knights from White Stones' by Glen McKoy/ Nova Scotia/Canada.

EIGHT KNIGHTS

In the beginning, as it was written, from the book, The King of Hearts, that is kept in the Chest, that there were Eight Knights.

In 1944, there were four Knights, who entered the window, at the back of the building. and took the Chest from within

However, there were also, another four Knights, outside of the building, keeping watch and ready to transport, whatever this new find brings, as they have done so many times before, while constructing their Den, a few months before.

The Eight Knights were:

The four who were in the building, one from England, Spain, Holland,and France.

The other four, outside the building, one from Brazil, Venezuela, Trinidad and Guyana.

They all then took the Chest up to their Den, past the reservoir, way up on the steep side of one of the mountains, somewhere up there, that they have claimed control of this pirates den, the Knights, secret hide out, dug into the mountain.

To cross these borders, where no others dare, before you reached these borders, they would find you, some called them, the Invisible People, after one of the last two small tribes that still exists, in the deep jungles of Brazil.

They stained their skins, with this strange mixture, of a green paste, made from this extremely rare and special stone, next to almost impossible to obtain, very few people in the entire world, actually know, it exists, as written in the book, The King of Hearts, that is kept in the Chest.

At a round table, gathering of the Knights, it was said, that the secret place, where the stone was found, was discovered by a Jesuit Monk, from Brazil, in the early 1900's, very close to where the water fell so slow, walked eight paces ahead, and then the water ran deep, and really fast.

This stone of moss, this jade of the jungle enabled the warriors, to blend right into the emerald forest, on top of Mount Tabor, Tunapuna, Trinidad, British West Indies.

FIRST DAY

The year is 1952, many boys, from different countries, arrive on the Mount, many from Venezuela, plus those, whose parents were employed with the oil industries, or embassies in Trinidad and Venezuela.

So much excitement in the air, just finding your way around, and too many instructions, please pay attention, the noise, then the bells, then the silence, and then the law, the Monks.

Welcome to: The Abbey School, Mt. St. Benedict.

1st day of school on the mount, is when you board, the ship, The Abbey, on Mt.Tabor, as she sails out, with the likes of her crew of Bandits, Boos, Monos, Azizs, Tarzans, CheChes and a couple of G's#123.

You soon realise after a couple of weeks, as the true feelings of detachment sinks in, that everyone, and everything you ever knew, had disappeared.

You may have a brother, or another who came from the same place.

Pretty soon you learn, you are alone, in the power of one, yourself.

You quickly find out, what your abilities, strengths and weaknesses are, and if you don't, the next four years, will be challenging,

In some cases one or two boys, leave in the first few months, not being able to cope with so many rules and discipline, not all men can be in the army, and not all men can cook, boarding school ain't no picnic, anywhere in the world.

You are in a confined residential compound, with about, one hundred and thirty something wild, and crazy young men, welcome to the first class of a civilised jungle, the mount.

Bon Voyage.

FERNANDO

In that same year, Fernando, a 12yrs old Venezuelan boy, is one of the new boarders. His father holds a diplomatic position, and wants his son, to learn the international language of trade, English.

Mount St. Benedict, The Abbey School, in Trinidad, was #1, the most prestigious, Catholic boys boarding school, in the British West-Indies, at that time, and the location, was excellent for South American Students.

Fernando promised his father, that he would pursue his studies, in English diligently, and continue with his tennis, and swimming, which he did.

As a first year student on the mount, away from his home land Venezuela, he is already missing home.

In his spare time, Fernando would take short walks, through the gate, in the far corner of the court, by the big stone wall,and stepped into the rain forest giving his eyes a break, from all the books.

He would follow the butterflies, and would always stop, to admire the hummingbirds, as they reminded him of times spent, at his Grand-parents farm in Maracaibo, on holidays from Caracas.

One day on his walk, he decided that he would go a little deeper, into the forest, where he never went before, pass the reservoir.

As he approached this overgrown spot on the path, as he turned to his left he could see through the bushes, a clear sunny spot, he pushed aside a couple of branches and he was in the clearing.

Sitting under a tree in the sun, saying to himself (Hey so Christo, yo estoy ahi) Translation: This must be heaven.

He sat for a while took a few long breaths, then he got out a piece of paper and pencil and wrote a few words down.

After a few moments, he decided he should head back to school now, and get a soft drink, he got up and got ready to leave when he heard a cracking noise behind where he was sitting, he immediately looked in that direction, as he looked closely, he was shocked at what he saw, he could not believe what he was seeing, there was a boy, a year or two older than him, hanging upside down from his feet, by a well tied knot on this rope, with his head about 2 feet off the ground.

He just froze, then he heard a voice, shout, ' Get Him', He screamed, and ran like hell.

As he came through the gate into the school all panting and out of breath, he sat down by the bench by the big stone wall, as he caught his breath, he could see the Monk, Fr.O, approaching him, he knew Fr.O, from class, a very brilliant and logical math professor.

Always positive with a smile.

With his thick Dutch accent he asked Fernando 'What's the problem, are you alright?

Why are you crying? '.

Fernando said, ' Fr. I saw a boy hanging upside down from a tree pass the reservoir. '

Fr O, said to Fernando, 'My dear boy, pull yourself together and calm down now, its just a Prank the boys do, to scare new boys, don't let it scare you, now tell me, who were the boys you saw in the area??

Fernando: ' Oh sorry father, I did not see any one else, and the boy who was hanging upside down, I could not his face well enough to identify him.

Fr.O:' Well Fernando, I will tell the prefects to find out what they can, and they will check the area, if you recall anything else, please let me know, and please don't talk with others of this.'.

Yes Father, and Fernando walked away slowly, still shaken.

Later that night an older Venezuelan boy walked over and started to talk to Fernando.

He wanted to know what Fernando told Fr. O, he told him what he told Fr. O, the older boy then told him, you did well by not calling the name of the boy he saw hanging upside down.

He then said to Fernando, don't ever tell the Monks anything, or you can be labelled a 'Hala-Bola', o.k Chico,.

Fernando said Si' (yes).

Then the older boy walked away, back to a group of older boys, by the volley ball court.

Fernando don't think his sighting was a prank, he believed he stumbled on to something else by accident, and he don't think it was meant for his eyes.

He would keep low, mind his own business, and keep his eyes open, to see what really going on around here.

He knew the face of the boy who was hanging upside down, but went along as if he did not know him.

One Saturday afternoon, he saw a few older boys going up to White Stones, with the boy who was hanging upside down on the tree.

He had been watching them, for about two weeks now, he was bored, and needed some adventure, so he decided to follow them, and hid to see, what they were up to.

He saw them go up the hill pass the refectory, then straight up the hill, pass the band room, and heading up towards White Stones.

He didn't dare temp faith.

He went back down the hill to the school, and decided to go down to the pool.

He knew he would pursue this another day.

Initiation & Traitors.

The initiation of new Knights, took place every two or three years, it became a tradition that only a few knew of, or even ever saw.

The Monks knew different, as the years went on, they could see a pattern had developed, and the sightings of pranks that were reported, by the Hala-Bolas/ Judas / Traitors and Misfits,

These loud mouths, only claim to fame would be to disclose, any thing that was confident, the secrets of others they've over heard, or even lie to win friends, as they worked their way through the mount, back stabbing, one brother against another, it was their way of survival, misery needs company,

Some came to the mount like that, and left like that, they could never complete the full four years, they stuck out, like a sore thumb,and would eventually leave, they could never be trusted,

They were only a few, a hand full, who hated the mount, and can not say anything good about MSB., compared to the hundreds of boys, who attended the Mount and found it, a life rewarding experience, with a lot of found memories that are still treasured, world wide, up to this day.

In the year 2008, in the month of June, a vessel docked in Trinidad.

When that vessel left Trinidad on board she was carrying, The Golden Candle Stand, that was in the chest buried on 'White Stones' on Mt. Tabor.

It was brought on board the vessel by a trusted monk, in a case carrying a scroll.

A few modern day knights went up to 'White Stones', opened the chest and took the candle stand out.

They then took it down the hill to a place where the band room/ Scout room was, they left it there.

As there was something inside the candle stand that had to remain, on the Mount.

Only a monk can do what has to be done.

The Dutch Monk who taught French was seen hustling up the hill with a small metal case under his arm.

He opened the door and entered where the old band room use to be, in the late 60's, the last room on the hill, he saw the sack on the a table with the candle stand.

He took the candle stand out of the sack, stood it up on the table and stared at it for a minute or two in pray.

He put on a pair of gloves and unscrewed the base of the stand and slowly this glass like cylinder slid out of the candle stand, with a gel like, metallic, colourful glowing liquid.

As he took it out, a lighting storm started to occur outside, he immediately put the cylinder in the metal case he brought and the storm ended.

The candle stand was taken away a long, long time ago, when the church and state did not see eye to eye, with the Jesuit true love of the people and their teaching of knowledge to these tribes of the jungle.

There were many problems, uprisings and killings, a few escaped before the terror, that took place.

(Glen, you should mesh the different tales into one. Ed.)

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THE HISTORY OF THE CHEST

It was said that the first group of Knights, who boarded at the Abbey, (The Castle) were there, seeking knowledge from the monks, who tutored them daily, in languages, and other subjects.

They also participated, in very competitive swimming and sports, as young men did, preparing themselves for battles, and wars that lay ahead, in their world, that was still engulfed, by the 2nd world war.

As they knew, of the young men who left before them, if this war continues, they too will be in Europe, fighting on the front.

And this place, "The Abbey", may be their last paradise, "The Mount."

In the little spare time, they had.

They roamed the grounds and buildings, freely, without much supervision.

Sneaking into cellars, attics and places, where no other eyes, but only a few, selected monks, may ever, know or see.

It was Saturday night, and no one in sight.

Completely bored, standing on the 2nd floor, looking down at the city lights, they had come, to the decision, that this was the night.

And they got their torch lights, and headed into the night, on a path that led to the back of the buildings.

Along dangerous inclines, and the steep broken pathway, these four young lads came to a window, that they knew so well, as they climbed in.

As they stepped into this main room, they immediately, proceeded 20 paces forward, and with a left turn, down the stairs.

They pushed open the small, solid wooden door, which they had picked open, a few weeks before.

In this part of the building, where no one ever used, anymore.

With the door wide open, exposed to decades of antiquities amongst other things, that were stored there for decades, for who knows who? pilgrims?, monks? who ever? hidden away, at the beginning of the war, which was coming to an end, the following year, 1945.

As they explored the room, they came upon a" Chest", this black box, with old metal fittings.

They pulled it out , from the cluster of things, to examine it, more clearly with their torch lights.

They opened the "Chest", and inside lay an object in an old sack.

They gently raised the object out of the chest, they placed it, on a flat surface, and slowly, took of the sack, off.

Revealing this Majestic, Candle Stand, of a simple, yet elegant design, about a foot and half tall, of pure solid gold, on the bottom, of the candle stand, under its base, not very visible, the word, Brazil.

As the full moon shone down, on the mountains of Tunapuna, on that Saturday night, these young, new Knights, they knelt, in their Secret, Sacred, Circle, and made this object, their symbol, of their unity, in the power of one, as pure as, this candle stand of gold, that they held.

They placed it, back into the Chest, and took it, to their den, in the forest, until they decide, on a burial place.

These four Knights, made this solemn pledge, that night, to be, it's keepers, forever, and it, must, always remain, in this special place, on the Mount.

Tales of "The Knights from White Stones".

Also recommend " Legends of G#1 & Tarzan. " and " Amazing stories of Attila & Oscar" and " Pure Light" by Nigel Boos.

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That is for now, look for the continuation. Circular No. 360.

Hope that you have enjoyed this first part.!!

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57IF00001THEATER, Can anyone help with the story???

07GE0481GEV, Geln Evelyn getting a diploma for good behaviour.

48TE0003SCOUTS, Can anyone help with the names??

01RF0001RFI, Ricardo Figuera at a Caracas dinner.

Circular No 355

Newsletter for past alumni of The Abbey School, Mt. St. Benedict, Trinidad and Tobago, W.I.
Caracas, 23 August 2008. No.355
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Dear Friends,

To All Abbey School Old Boys.

An Old Boys Reunion is planned for the weekend of 7-9 November 2008. The initial details are given below. Interested Old Boys please reply to Chris Knowles: knowlescb@hotmail.com Please reply by 15th October 2008.

Friday 7th November 2008
The arrival of foreign-based Old Boys and their wives is anticipated to be complete by Friday evening. There will be a “lime” arranged for that evening.

Saturday 8th November 2008
10 a.m. -12 noon. The inaugural general meeting to appoint a committee and formerly establish the association.

Abbey School Alumni Association
The objectives of the Association are to provide services to former students of the Abbey School, The Monastic Community and the wider community in a charitable and beneficent way and to foster the spirit of brotherliness and friendship among past students of the Abbey School in a manner consistent with the mission of the Abbey School.

After the meeting there will be social interaction, a visit to the old school on the hill, a hike to Whitestones etc. At 6:30pm there will be a dinner for all participants at J.F.K Auditorium at UWI, which will feature a distinguished Old Boy as keynote speaker. The price of the dinner will be advised later.

Sunday 9th November 2008
At 10 a.m., from an assembly point to be advised, there will be a day trip to Mayaro. There will be a cover charge of TT$200 per person and no alcohol is permitted, to comply with the sensitivities of the host.
This is the final day of the event.

Accommodation (All prices in US Dollars).

Norma’s Bed and Breakfast, No.2 Aruac Road, Valsayn Park South. (Recommended).
Single $75/night, Double $93.50/night, Triple $110/night, Quad $126.50
Tel: (868) 663-4137 or (868) 645-9746.
Cell: (868) 683-9734.
Fax: (868) 645-0563.
Fax with Credit Card details and Authorisation.

Hilton (P-O-S), $115/night. Available on line.

Holiday Inn Express (Trincity near Piarco), $229/night. Available on line.

I PRESUME THAT THE PRICES ARE IN USD.
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From: Paul Dewan PaulDewan@sympatico.ca
Sent: Friday, April 6, 8:21:06 AM

Hey Salvador,
Great to hear from you.
I was at Abbey from 71 – 76.
I remember you and your brother Pedro.
The memory of you with the most impact was when you received an award at graduation for taking care of the sick, this had a huge impact on me as I myself tried to emulate this afterwards by looking after the sick and wounded and at my graduation I received an award for helpfulness.
So thanks to you for the inspiration.
I am happy that I have this opportunity to say thanks to you.
We had a good time as you have heard and I am looking forward to connecting with more Abbey boys.
Take care
Abbey Boy Forever!!
Cheers
Paul
416-365-6186 (Home)
Toronto
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From: Salvador Coscarart [mailto:salborbolla@yahoo.com]
Sent: April 5, 10:12 PM

Hello abbey boys ,
My name is SALVADOR COSCARART. Regards to you both.
I went to the Abbey on 67 to 74.
Alloy send me a note and told me you guys had a very good time reminiscing the good old times at mount .
I wish I could have been there.
Well here is how you can see information on old boys from mount.
best wishes and regards,
salvador coscarart.
KEEP IN TOUCH. If you come to LOUISIANA call me at 337-668-4595.home and my cell 337-303-6124. Most of the time am working in the gulf of Mexico, bye. Abbey boy for EVER.
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Salvador Coscarart
Saturday, March 15, 2008 12:04:17 PM
REGARDS ,HAPPY EASTER.SALVADOR
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From: Anthony Garner chongsing@sympatico.ca
Sent: Thursday, April 5, 7:35:09 AM
Subject: Fwd: Hello

Oye viejo!!
Got together with Paul Dewan. Hudson Mckoy, Assam, y otro dayboy, pero se me olvido su nombre, que memorias..
Ha..aqui te mando el email address de Paul Dewan...si tienes la informacion que el quiere , mandaselo..Gracias
Mono
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From: "Paul Dewan"
Date: April 5, 2007 12:49:40 AM EDT (CA)
Subject: Hello

Hi All:
It was great to meet with you all again after such a long long time.
Brought back lots of good memories.
Here is my contact information so that we can keep in touch with each other.
Can someone please send me the link to the Abbey School students website.
Thanks.
Cheers
Paul
PS: Got stopped by RIDE on Hurontario on my way to the QEW. No problems.
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Hello,
Here are some of the missing names:
RE. CLASS 1973 The Abbey School MSB
Paul Dewan
Sunday, January 20, 2008 11:56:02 PM
10: Abidh Aliry (email attached, Toronto)
17: (First name?) De Four
23: Phillip Da Silva
25: Anslem Roach
26: (First name?) Villarroel
I have also included Marlon Da Silva, who is a former student living in Hamilton, Canada
Hope this helps.
Cheers
Paul
(I need the addresses. Ed.)
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Csaba Jakobszen
Monday, June 2, 2008 3:40:41 PM

Dear Ladislao,
Just to make things clear, keep in mind that I wrote Cambridge School Certificate, twice: the first time in 1956 ( got a 2nd Grade) and in 1957, ( got a 1st Grade)
Ames, David was my classmate, graduated in 1957; went on to McGill to study medicine, became a psychiatrist.
Ames, Peter was my classmate, wrote Cambridge in 1956, haven't had contact with him ever since.
Bain, David was my classmate, wrote Cambridge in 1956, don't know about further studies.
Boyack, Malcolm was my classmate, wrote Cambridge in 1956, haven't had contact with him ever since.
Cope, Ian was my classmate, graduated 1957, became an engineer, died a couple of years ago of cancer. Had e-mail contact with him 3 or 4 years ago
Crooks, Johnathon never heard of him
Day, Harley was my classmate, graduated in 1956, studied with me at St. Mary?s University in Halifax for 3 years; haven't heard of him since.
De Boehmler, David was not my classmate
De Leuze, Carl never heard of him
De Verteuil, Nicholas never heard of a Nicholas, but
Ian de Verteuirl was my classmate, graduated in 1957 and studied with me at Saint Mary's. Lives in British Columbia/Canada.
Dornellas, Leslie was my classmate, wrote Cambridge in 1956, haven't had contact with him ever since.
Gabriel, Norman was my classmate, wrote Cambridge in 1957, saw him a couple of years later in Trinidad, don't know about further developments.
Henderson, Christopher was my classmate, wrote Cambridge in 1956, went to St.Mary´s University and Nova Scotia Technical College in Halifax, became an engineer.
Hutton, Benedict was my classmate, wrote Cambridge in 1956, haven't had contact with him ever since.
Jakobszen, Csaba
Lopes, Benedict J. was my classmate, graduated in 1956, went on to Montreal to study, tried to contact him per e-mail, got on answer.
Lucky, Anthony was my classmate, wrote Cambridge in 1956, graduated and became a lawyer; haven´t had any contact with him.
Mew, William was my classmate, wrote Cambridge in 1956, haven't had contact with him ever since.
Tadros, Peter was my classmate, wrote Cambridge in 1956, haven't heard of him since, wanted to become a doctor, was a very good student.
Tijs, never hear of him
Weeks, Henry was my classmate, wrote Cambridge in 1956, haven't had contact with him ever since.
Wilson, James was my classmate, wrote Cambridge in 1956, haven't heard of him ever since.
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Csaba Jakobszen
Monday, June 2, 2008 4:57:04 PM

Dear Ladislao,
Just answered your e-mail as well as I could regarding class of 1956 etc.
I haven't received any MSB Circulars from you for months; may be because my computer hadn't been in ship-shape and some e-mails just didn't arrive.
Now it has been revised and put in shape, so please send me all the circulars which had been edited this year.
My wife and I were very glad that you visited us with your sons and daughter-in-law in March.
Best regards
Csaba
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Photos
59UN0001BASKETBALL DREAM TEAM NEW NAMES.
57RB0002D4, King and Manuel Prada NEW NAMES
57RB00033a9, washroom with three unknowns, 1957
57IF0004IFA, UNKNOWN
72LM0001CLASS1973, CLASS 1973??
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