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Correspondence, Part 1

24 April 2006 to 2 July 2006

April 24, 2006

To Randolph Wright,

You mentioned my father in your message to recently. My family comprise, father Ernest Hope Crampton (dcd), mother Eyleen (dcd), older sister Althea (Toronto), younger sister Jill (dcd) and me. I well remember you in Kharagpur. I also have clear memories of most of the families you mentioned. My cousin, Michael Green of Reading is also likely to remember you. I came across your message in trying, unsuccessfully to research the history of Kharagpur's Union Baptist Church – the Google keywords (Ronnie) Baptist and BNR Kharagpur found you! If you hadn't mentioned my father I would have passed you by – that is serendipity for you. What other treasured names do you have up your sleeve?

With cordial greetings,

Corinne Joy Baxter née Crampton

April 24, 2006

Dear Clare Gordon (née Johnstone),

Your message to

recently refers.

Randolph Wright, in his message on the same list, mentioned my father  and, naturally, it caught my eye, and this led me to your message.

I well remember the O’Flynns vacating their house for us in Kharagpur, long before the exodus in the early 1950s. I also recall teacher Olive whom you mentioned.

With kind remembrances,


Corinne Joy Baxter née Crampton

April 24, 2006

Dear Terence O’Flynn,

Your message to recently refers.

I also remember Holly whom you mentioned and I look forward to hearing from you.

With genuine greetings,


Corinne Joy Baxter née Crampton

April 24, 2006

Dear Corinne,

Your e-mail was a bolt from the blue. It was a great pleasure to hear from you, especially about the other Cramptons, who were good friends.

My uncle Rolly Chapman used to bring me round to the Cramptons house on his bike in Kharagpur. He has since passed away. Also my other uncle Sonna.

My brother Gordon is still around. I finished up being an Accountant (would you believe it)? Remember Miss Neto (our maths. teacher). She used to walk into class backwards when she saw me. Ronnie Baptist died of cancer.

That's an update on us.

Wonderful to hear from you

Randolph Wright

From:        Rona Hatherall

Date:         May 2, 2006

I am Rona Hatherall née Ashe we lived behind the O'Flynns so you were neighbours. Dad and mum Sam Ashe and Phyllis Ashe knew your family well. I knew Althea in school.

 We left Kharagpur in 1950. I was good friends with Buddy Defholts (Australia) Coleen Lee (England) and Cleone Browne (Canada) I would love to find the last member of our group Tiddley Stoker. We went to Bristol where I trained as a nurse and married Raymond Hatherall. We came to Canada (Vancouver) in 1955.

I plan to be at the reunion in Toronto, Canada in 2007. I am hoping to get my sister Norma to come from Cornwall . Here’s looking ahead.


From:        Clare Gordon née Johnstone     E-mail address available. We recommend you use the CLICK HERE... switch in the Home Page to obtain it.

Date:         May 3, 2006

LIFE: There are three stages in Life. The Past the Present and the Future.

The Past, we are told, is for us to learn from; the Present is ours to live; and the Future is to be left in the hands of God.

All humans at one time or other have a bad habit of turning those pages back to our Past.


I for one, turn back to my days spent in Kharagpur, India and wonder what ever happened to all those friends and relatives who deserted her for other Colonies.

My thoughts often stray, remembering my beloved servants whom I took for granted. Now that I have to stoop to the level of cleaning my own toilets, I realize how humble they were and that little respect was given them. These servants rank as number one in my book of remembrance.

How many of us remember the dances held at the European Institute and the Kanteen Kats Band? The formal dress code for these dances was something we lived by. I recall my friends and I would spend the whole day preparing for that night's dance. As for the New Year's dance we would wonder IF a certain boy would kiss us "A Happy New Year." A kiss so simple, but that kiss carried a strong meaning; one waited a whole year for this.

It would be silly to say Kharagpur was a Haven. Like all man-made places there have to be problems, and Kharagpur had hers. Yet, there was a strong foundation where children had one set of parents. Children came home to a mother after school, not to an empty house. Poor? Of course we were poor, material wise, when compared to today?s life style. I can honestly say my family was as poor as church mice, but rich in care, trust, and love from our parents who were always there for us. This is the true meaning of Life.

And yet I keep returning to those poor days spent in Kharagpur in spite of the many blessings God has bestowed on me. Why? it has to be the simple things during my first twenty years in Kharagpur that is showing me what it takes to be content, and when you are content, you have found Life?s true meaning.

that is showing me what it takes to be content, and when you are content, you have found Life’s true meaning.

I thank my Kharagpur’s life style for showing me the true meaning of a contended Life, that did not stem from material goods but from the art of sharing and giving till it hurts.

I hope Kharagpur carries the same feeling and meaning for all of you Kharagpurites.

Clare Gordon née Johnstone

Laguna Niguel, CA. USA


P.S.  Oh by the way I found out the meaning of KHARGPUR;

KHARGPUR means "Sword Town" in Hindi

KHARAKPUR: means "Cow Shed Village.

The above was taken from the book "Farewell the

Winterline" written by Stanley Brush, he got this

information from the Imperial Gazetter of India (1908)

Now we have three ways to spell KHARAGPUR, KHARGPUR


From: Corinne Baxter née Crampton          E-mail address available. We recommend you use the CLICK HERE... switch in the Home Page to obtain it.

Date:         May 4, 2006

Dear Terence O’Flynn,

My Memory Banks are Reving Up

My husband, Stephen, takes such a tremendous interest in my early formative years in KGP. He seized the opportunity of my being in bed with an injured back (fell on the ice) to suggest starting the proverbial ball rolling and attempting to get the History of KGP and making an attempt at reviving old friendships. I try so hard to recall events, such as the Geography of our town, and all the names and faces of the people of my early years – keep the memory banks working! – and eventually, when time permits, to put all the thoughts and facts down on paper, or even on a tape recorder for the benefit of our three sons and our five grandchildren who are constantly urging me on. They sit and listen to all the reminiscences by the hour, and never look bored – indeed they urge one on! So, full marks to my husband who took the initiative on my behalf!

I see the steeple has been removed from the Union Baptist Church, but otherwise the brickwork looked well-maintained, though I have subsequently heard that the attendance has dropped significantly.


Here is a view of today’s Kharagpur Baptist Church today devoid of its steeple.

Once upon a time that church had been the hub of the community, and most of the people involved have been named in a book which I have been trying to find on the web. I will let you know the minute we do find it.

The Institute was also the hub of community life and many happy recollections are revived at the thought of the many Seasonal parties, and later, as I grew, the Dances and Balls which were tremendous fun. However, it is always people that make the events stand out in one’s memory, and all the associations have been rapidly returning as I have heard from kind folk such as yourself as they recall their own experiences.

I well remember playing “Kick-the-Can” with Billy and Johnny Enright, your brother, Colin who joined us in our daily walk to school and back. My mother was such a warm hospitable person that I recall our home being filled with people from all over KGP. My father could also be described as a “people person” in today’s jargon, so the two of them were never short of company, and such happy times were enjoyed by us all. What wouldn’t we have given, in our generation, to have the Ayah to take care of the children, and the cook to rustle up refreshments for casual callers!

I well remember you, Terence, and all the times when you returned for the hols. and joined in so sportingly – usually for bike rides around the town, or at the Christmas party at the Institute. I always wondered why you switched houses, and moved just two doors away. (Had it once been the Gilmore’s house?) That lovely fragrant cockflower tree stood sentinel on our avenue with gentler foliaged trees surrounding it, but lovely avenues of trees pervaded the area, making Kharagpur look like a garden. My grandfather and Lewin Brown’s father (Mr.Brown and Mr. Green!) played a large part at the turn of the century in “shaping” KGP – as my grandfather, William Green, informed us. “Shaping” is an understatement, they practically built it! Around that time, Dr. Martin Leake had the hospital installed, and all the gardens around about were designed and planted – and weren’t they lovely! The Browns and Greens got the Institute started and the many community events planned and put into effect, and I still have an old invitation designed by them for an ex-Apprentices’ Dance which seemed to become an annual event. Also the Band Concert every Tuesday – performed by the Gurkha military band.

Please convey our greetings to Holly and your brothers, and your wife and family.

With kind remembrances,


From: Corinne Baxter née Crampton E-mail address available. We recommend you use the CLICK HERE... switch in the Home Page to obtain it.

Date: May 11, 2006

Dear Terence O’Flynn,

Celebrating Christmas in Kharagpur


Your pictures of Christmas celebrated outdoors in the park brought many memories flooding back. We all in Canada and, to some extent in UK, now find it hard to imagine observing Christmas in a sub-tropical climate but, of course, Kharagpur was most definitely in that category. How easily we forget.

We are so used to twinkling fairy outdoor-lights, snow covered – soft and white, with puffy purple clouds and the evergreens looking greener than ever in contrast, and all the fairy-tale images of Christmas so evident. It just goes on for much too long!! And, of course, the customary turkey and all the usual side dishes, including plum pudding and mince-pies for dessert, all very traditional. It is so hard to imagine Christmas in the park, but so very interesting to hear how the Season is spent in a hot climate. My grandchildren were intensely interested.

Do you remember the Christmas Tree party at the Institute at Kharagpur? There were those long trestle tables set with all the food children love. How the jellies didn’t melt I’ll never know, but they didn’t! Then there were games, the usual Gurkha band and, finally, the “pieces de la resistance” – the gifts all prettily wrapped and cleverly distributed.

How they ever got that bit right was a miracle. Somehow the girls always got girls’ toys and the boys got boys’ games and guns and so on!! It all must have taken a good deal of organisation. I do not remember who the commitee comprised, but whomever they were, I am sure that they had taken several expeditions to “Whiteaways” and the “New Market” in Calcutta, armed with long lists of names and ages of all us young folk.

When one looks back, they really were so well organised. To think that that was only one event in the Season. The New Year’s Dance followed only a little over a week later, and they were quite outstanding. I remember people from Calcutta coming in for it – the dances at KGP were so well known. What a superb band, the “Canteen Cats” – I don’t remember many names, apart from John Upshon (?) and the Heldt boys. Claire Gordon is bound to remember, as will my sister Althea Crampton who recalls those dances with much affection.

It would be lovely to hear from your brothers with their memories, and Holly with hers, including recollections of your schools in the Hills. I know that my Davenport cousins – Colin and Patrick – schooled up there, as did Joan and Ann, and they are living relatively close to you in Melbourne, so I should try and find their addresses and put you all in touch with each other.

I intend writing to Rona Ashe and the Brewster girls. I did try Freda, but the e-mail didn’t get through; now I know why. She could have that change corrected on the AI Association list. There may be others who are also interested in contacting her.

The Brewsters lived opposite us when we lived on 3rd Avenue. I have spoken with Booboo Howe. He is such a friendly, warm person, who has amazing recall of the old days – the “glittering, carefree days” I call them. I also had a most enjoyable telephone conversation last week with Randolph Wright who was in class with me at Kharagpur European High School along with Billy Enright.

With kind remembrances,



Corinne as she was at Trinity College of Music, London in 1957

....and with her fiance, Stephen.

From: Corinne Baxter née Crampton          E-mail address available. We recommend you use the CLICK HERE... switch in the Home Page to obtain it.

Date: May 15, 2006

Recollections Spurred by Clare’s Recent Photos

What a wonderful opportunity this magical InterNet provides to get in touch with old friends, former neighbours and fellow members of that simple, happy life in which we all partook during the years of the “RAJ” – and all at the speed of light – when one learns how to use it! I am just learning how, with my ever patient husband, Stephen, by my elbow guiding me as to the controls, and taking a very keen interest in all my childhood reminiscences. Indeed, he has been the guiding force in setting up this WEBsite intending it for a fuller communication and more personal memorabilia between Kharagpur folk. We hope that this new Web-site will bring in a lot more correspondence from all of us old Colonial "fogies" who all share such wonderful memories!

But what a shock, from recent photos Clare Gordon née Johnstone provided, to see the dear old Institute – the scene of so many happy events – regressing down to such a terrible state of disrepair. While they were fascinating, and we were so glad to get them, I have refrained from including them here.

Why? Because I don’t think our readers want their precious memories sullied by such realities, so I have resisted the temptation to post them here, unless I receive requests to do so. Our aim is to remember Kharagpur as it was, not to shock us with depictions of how it is today. That is not to say that recent photos have no value to us, after all, I have already used a few. So they will be used to the extent that they serve always to augment, not destroy, our memories. But by all means, send them and tell me if you want them published here. Meanwhile I welcome your views on this emerging policy.

This brings up a primary problem. Photos of “as Kharagpur was in the 1940s and 1950s” are in very short supply. Those of you who can scan their treasured albums and send me copies for publication may do so using as an address and entitled “Kharagpur Memories”. Anyway, let’s get back to our memories....

Remember Mr. Richards who ran the Institute, and Mr. Goldsworthy? And then there was a Mr. Phillips who collected the tickets at the door leading to the movies (the “pictures”). I used to collect the posters which were displayed on the West verandah – Mr. Richards kept them for me after each showing – all rolled up so neatly, and would say “Here, little Ginger-Pop,” (how I hated that name!) “this is for your collection. Your Daddy tells me you love collecting things!” So, I had a huge box filled with all the posters, going back for years, which my mother was obliged to throw out when we were packing to move to UK.

Talking about collecting things, I had a most wonderful surprise when my old music teacher from McGill University (where I took my Pedagogy exams for my ARCT Canadian degree in music at Toronto University’s Academy of Music) recently moved into a Seniors’ Residence in Westmount, Montreal. Unloading her “stuff” – as she termed it, she came across a package which she had delivered to me – “a surprise for you, Corinne.” They turned out to be large, bound copies of “The Times of India” and “The Illustrated Weekly” magazines circa 1939 - 1945. A surprise, indeed! All the old advertisements brought back memories, not to mention the articles and illustrations. I am wading through them with great interest. She could not have given me anything more precious apart from her thoughtfulness. Whoever has such artifacts as these and focussed on Kharagpur, and can scan them, please send them to me at entitled “Kharagpur Memories” for publication.

The Meades are my cousins – Harold was my mother’s cousin, and I was bridesmaid (flower girl) at Daphne’s wedding to Don. Daphne was flower-girl at my parents’ wedding. Barbara and Fay used to go to dances with my sister Althea. I hear that Russell died.


There are such happy associations with KGP in regard to the school as pictured above (taken recently by lare Gordon), the Institute, all the parties and dances (in my early teen years, just before we left in 1950), and the everyday communication with neighbours and their children of my own age group. Michael Green, my cousin, stayed with us for a bit when my Uncle Boysie was being demobilised from the Army where he had been serving in Iraq as a Major – I know, that was another age. Michael attended the high school for a while before going on to Sherwood College in Naini Tal. Later, he joined us in England, where he still resides, near Reading.

I do remember the Brewster family very well – the father and his motor bike which he loved and the mother sitting pillion. The Brewster girls – Brenda and Gillian – used to come over to play with Jill, my younger sister. We moved to Wynne Ave in 1947, near to the hospital, and their mother used to walk her girls past our home frequently, and I remember when Freda joined the group! They were such uncomplicated days, with a lot of camaraderie between everybody, and no intrusion into each other’s private lives, which was astonishing when one thinks of how small a community we were. I suppose that basic respect for each other existed more than it does in today's society.


We lived on the west side of the hospital, near the nurses' quarters but when we were your neighbours on 3rd Ave, we were right near the "bund" and the cutting. On the other side of the cutting, we had the Gurkhas' settlement, and all were aware of their interminable celebrations which extended far into the night when they would all get drunk on some sort of "hooch" and collapse in a heap on the ground, where they lay till the next morning!! Only then would we be able to get off to sleep, but they really were such a jovial bunch. The neighbours in that area would also have heard the overhead crane working the night-shift in the "Carriage" shop, conveying logs of wood from point to point. I can still hear the "Ponga" beckoning the workers to work at 6 a.m. whereupon the "coolie" train would arrive and our people (all the Administration) would make their way over, usually on bicycles ? or motor-bikes! These are my recollections, and the sights and sounds ? and even the smell of the lovely foliage ? are still clear in my own memory.

Fondly remembered,


From: Brenda Naser née Brewster     E-mail address available. We recommend you use the CLICK HERE... switch in the Home Page to obtain it.

Date: May 14, 2006

Hello Corinne

Remembering you in Kharagpur

Gillian forwarded your email to me last night and it was lovely to hear from someone from the old home town, and the good old days!

I visited your website last night and thought the house on Wynne Avenue looked exactly like the one we lived in after 303A, except that ours had a ramp up to the porch (supposedly a previous occupant owned a car and had it built). Then I went to the A-Is in Touch website this morning at to check out your entry to find that you lived in 408 Wynne Avenue ....... which is where we lived for several years! I’m not at all sure when we moved in, but we do have pictures of us playing in a dolls house outside 408 and it would seem we moved in right after your family left! I am attaching a picture of the family taken at the side of the house - not too sure of the quality of the picture.

After reading your email last night, I sat down and made a list of all the Kharagpur-related names that I could come up with.... it’s funny how many names come flooding back when you sit down and think about it. I know there are still some more buried deep in the recesses. I am attaching the list of names.

(Brenda’s list of names, as augmented by Corinne)

(See "Mentioned in Dispatches as of 10 June 2006 below)

Shops in the market:


Billimoria’s - the only gas station and liquor store in town!

Hanif - Men’s tailor

Mrs. Farquahar’s Bakery (she may have taken over from Dolly MacFarlane)



Jhapatapur Baker - the most delicious cakes and Easter eggs ever tasted

(End of list)

I vaguely remember our place at 303A Third Avenue - more the garden than the house..... there was an old railway wagon to the right which had been done up to be used as a shed..... I fell off the ramp and fractured my left arm. There was also a fir tree which Mum and Dad planted when Gillian was born.

I see your sister Althea lives in Oakville, Ontario.... I am in Burlington, Ontario just down the road from her. Geoff and I go to the Sir John Colbourne Seniors’ Centre twice a week for badminton (me) and snooker (Geoff). What a small world! Gillian is in Abbotsford, B.C., and Freda is in Mississauga, Ontario.


Kindest regards, Brenda

From: Terence G. O’Flynn      E-mail address available. We recommend you use the CLICK HERE... switch in the Home Page to obtain it.

Date: May 14, 2006

Hi Corinne,


I notice you waxing lyrical about a white Christmas in Ottawa; in reality a shiver and shake show and a fight as to who can get closest to the fire, while we picnic and cavort in park and beach (and swot flies) ha! ha!

We are actually now experiencing near drought conditions, and can only water the gardens two days a week - and then only by hand-held hose for a 2 hr period at that. What was lawn is now a dust bowl !

Corrine, do you remember the Indian sweets Jellabies, Barfi, Hulva, etc? (My spelling may not be correct but hopefully you get the drift!) There now are quite a number of outlets in Sydney where one can purchase very authentic Bengali sweets. You no doubt have taught your family to enjoy and make a good hot curry!

Old photographs are hard to come by, as cameras, although around, were not common and we had an old box brownie. I am attaching a couple to see what you make of them.


This is a new picture with better definition added October 18. Terence particularly will be interested. The occasion was a Railway School concert, usually an annual affair (to keep the kids off the street!!). I am the King, naturally, and the Queen was Ann David.. She was also called Sweetie. Do you remember her? Otto Davey is on the left.


Brother Colin is second from the right and Tony is on the extreme left. Do you recognize any faces? Maybe someone out there may see themselves or know someone and let us know!

Keep up the good work and keep the memories flowing. Kindest regards to you both. Hope you had an enjoyable Mother’s Day, Corinne)

T. O. F.

From: Gillian Featherstone née Brewster     E-mail address available. We recommend you use the CLICK HERE... switch in the Home Page to obtain it.

Date: May 23, 2006

Hello Corinne!

Re: Remembering you in Kharagpur

I forwarded your e-mail on to my sisters Brenda and Freda and I see that Brenda has been in touch with you. She also told me about your telephone conversations!

What a small world - made smaller by the internet! You mention on your website that we lived opposite you on 3rd Avenue. Our house number was 303A, I remember the ’garage’ which was a railway carriage! I have a picture somewhere of myself with Brenda and Freda who was a baby. That was also the first year I went away to boarding school in Kurseong which is near Darjeeling. We came home in November and went back in March, so I didn’t really get to know a lot of people very well although the names do ring a bell. Do you remember Lulu McFarlane - he drove a Jeep and lived on Third Avenue too - I don?t think he ever got married.

What a coincidence that we also lived in 408 Wynne Avenue! The hospital was about 3-4 houses down the road. My Dad was Barry Brewster, and Mum was Una. And my gran, Louisa Brewster, managed the Windamere Hotel in Darjeeling. My Mum was friends with Alvina Baker who was the Matron at the hospital. I can also clearly recall the incident when we had to get our annual injections before going back to school and Freda was so upset she bit the ward boy and hit the nurse! Mum had to send for Dad to come home from work to get her to take the injections. They were very painful and we had sore arms for days!! Here is a picture, taken on the patio of your house, of the Brewster family comprising Barry, Una, and the girls: Gillian, Brenda, and Freda.


Now about me! I am married to Graham Featherstone and we have two children - Jacqueline(27) and Robert(24). We were married in 1977 in Scarborough, Ontario. Graham is from Leeds, Yorkshire, UK. Graham was transferred to British Columbia, Canada in 1981 and we have been here ever since. We live in Abbotsford which is in the Fraser Valley, about an hour’s drive inland from Vancouver. Our daughter, Jackie, is married to Dan Goodwin and they have two children - Natalya who is 5, and Levi who is 1. Robert and his girlfriend, Sarah, have just bought a house in Chilliwack. We are sure there will be wedding bells - when they are ready!

I hadn’t heard about the reunion in 2007 - when and where? Perhaps Graham and I can make plans to be there.

(Note from Corinne to our readers: Please visit our sister WEBsite 'Anglo-Indians Connected by Email' published by Lionel Daroux at to discover more contacts from their 'Where they are now' lists, together with details of the 2007 reunion, and much more)

Nice hearing from you, Corinne - I’ll keep checking your website for news of KGP folk.

Cheers, from Gillian

From: Corinne Baxter née Crampton          E-mail address available. We recommend you use the CLICK HERE... switch in the Home Page to obtain it.

To: All my Readers

Date: June 2, 2006

Welcome to my Companion WEBsite

As you will recall, I mentioned my cousin Michael Green who was with us in Kharagpur and who is now living near Reading in UK. He happens to have just published his own WEBsite (specified above), and I would urge you all to visit it frequently. It is complementary to, not in competition with, my own here - although you will note that he is more adept at WEBpage design than I.

I included some extracts to whet your appetite two weeks ago, so lest I be accused of plagiarism I am removing them while knowing full well that you may access them directly using the link I have provided:

From: Alwyn Jordon      E-mail address available. We recommend you use the CLICK HERE... switch in the Home Page to obtain it.>

Date: June 5, 2006

Hi Corrine,

My Name is Alwyn Jordon and, like you, I was born and bred in Kharagpur. I lived in 447 Wynne Avenue and went to BNR Euopean High School in 1949 age 6 through to 1960 when I finished Senior Cambridge. I migrated to Perth-Australia in 1969. I have now retired.

I returned to KGP and bought a house there which is a two minute walk to Hijli Station. I spend six month of the year there at three-monthly intervals and mostly travel around the country and visit the jungles quite a lot.

You mention the Meades. Well I did have an uncle whose name was Denzil who worked for Avery's near the station, he married my Aunt Helen. They migrated to Sydney, Australia in 1967. Both have now passed away.

This page of yours is great, and I for one love to hear of past residents of KGP where in those days we were all one big family. I sit out there in the evenings trying to remember who lived in which house and avenue; it's very nostalgic.

Well bye for now and I wish you well.


Alwyn Jordon

From:           Brenda Naser née Brewster

Date:            June 7, 2006

Hello Corinne

I have just scanned a couple of Khargpur pictures and thought I would send them along. I do have a few others to scan. [So do please hurry up and send them. Pictures of Kharagpur-as-it-was are so scarce!: Corinne]


The picture taken inside All Saints Church, Khargpur was at the re-dedication service held on August 6, 1955 (I only know this because I have a card with the date on it!).

The roof had collapsed on September 11, 1954. Daphne Manuel née Heldt (wife of Dennis, mother of Denise) is third from the left; the lady immediately behind Daphne (partial face showing is Lena Woodhouse). Behind Lena is Leslie Castel Nuovo (was in Perth, West.Australia last I heard); Frank Balchandani (an IIT student); Dad, (Barry Brewster); Rev. Peter Ince; Bishop Arabindo Mukherjee, Metropolitan of Calcutta. Mum (Una Brewster) is the lady under the archway with her purse tucked under her arm.

On 10 June Brenda sent us more shots of 1950s Kharagpur that we are including here. All Saints Church as it was is depicted.



The picture of the group of little girls was taken at Gillian's 2nd birthday, January 31, 1943 - Gillian is the one in the middle.

Do you recognize any of the faces... you and/or your sisters? [No! There are no Cramptons therein. But the faces are so familiar that I’m sure I’ll dream up a recollection or two: Corinne]

The surname Rosambeau rings a bell - I remember Mum and Dad talking about Rosambeaus and them having a little girl around Gillian's age.

Just checked your website again and saw Terrence O'Flynn's pictures.... Sweetie David married George (Podgy) St.Clair-Paul and is somewhere in Australia, I believe. Podgy passed away early in 2003.

Hope Steven is doing well.

More later.

From Corinne 

Date: June 7, 2006 

Hi Brenda née Brewster,

Your letter and photos of June 7, 2006 arrived today. What darling little girls, all so prettily dressed - isn't it lovely to see the frilled frocks, and the little white socks and bows in the hair. A party was always such a memorable occasion, wasn't it - what with the sandwiches, cakes, jellies and the "Co-oee bags" full of unexpected novelties and "Moorie" which fell to the floor in cascades - not for consumption, of course. But my mother always included individual servings all prettily wrapped in coloured bags, tied with ribbon for our guests to take home. And then, the party games, which were always such a treat - and more prizes!

The little girls in the photo are so familiar, but I cannot put names to them. It's going to tease me until we hear from someone who recognizes them, so Stephen will post them to the web ASAP.

A good picture of the Church, and your father - was he in the choir? Yes, I recognize Daphne Manuel - I remember visiting her in Hospital when her baby was born, must have gone with my mother or Aunt Hazel, who was a neighbour of hers when they all lived in the "West End" - West of the track, just off the Hijli Road. It bordered the side of the Workshops, and contained condominiums on one side of the road, and houses on the opposite side. The Clements - Gloria and Owen, I don't remember their parents names, Egans, Harbins, Tapsells, Brendishes, and some others lived there at the time. Later, Michael Green lived there with his parents - Uncle Boysie and Aunty Sheila, who became the matron of the hospital.

As you can see, I am trying to recall facts as they come to mind, by subject matter, and I hope for responses as memories are "triggered off" - it's the only way to communicate. Gradually a picture will form in our minds, and we will be able to put our facts together. It's an exciting experience.

Thank you for your input, Brenda, and keep up the good work! All good wishes to you both and say Hello to Gillian and Freda


PS You were wondering where Peter Pan was today. There it is outside the hospital!


From: Corinne

Date: June 7, 2006

Hello Alwyn,

Wecome to the WEBsite! Since you were in KGP much later than we were, your input in going to be very helpful, and I eagerly await news from you and perhaps some photos.

As I mentioned in my comments to Terence, we just didn't have too many cameras around at that time, and when we did, we just "snapped" and hoped for the best! I intend subscribing several more pictures in due course, but am in the process of "editing" by subject matter, which means that they do not all appear at the same time. Clair has sent me loads of KGP-as-it-is-now, and again, we intend doing a "Then" and "Now" photoscape which will appear in due course - so keep logging in!

I have to say, at this juncture, Alwyn, that I spent a mere 13years and 6 months of my early life in India, and out of that, perhaps the first five were not to be counted!! But, I have such very clear recollections of sights and sounds and geographical locations, and most importantly, of people. I remember OBSERVING people clearly, and those impressions are indelible, thank Goodness, because they are being recalled constantly, which is why I started this WEBsite.

Better get it all down before the old memories fade away! When one has fun, one remembers, because they are all associated memories, and we certainly did have a lot of fun! It was good healthy fun, and we were all part of an age which will never return. In fact, we stood on the edge of a page of History, and watched it turn over - the Passing of the RAJ.

I am attempting to record my own personal memories in the form of letters to our old friends and neighbours, and they are responding with theirs to me, which Stephen and I publish on the WEBsite for all to share. We do hope that this effort will "spark off" your own responses - crank up the old memory banks, and inspire you all to share your thoughts with everyone else.

Now tell us, Alwyn, what made you decide to spend so much time visiting the jungles? Are you interested in any particular aspect of it?

Your Uncle's name - Denzil Meade - does not ring a bell, but he was not part of the Meades who were related to my mother's side of the family. They included: Harold, Cyril (Watch & Ward), Bill, Terence, Maurice, Leslie and "Honey" and four girls - Kathleen, Gladys, "Lovey" and Marjorie. They were all very much on the KGP scene, except for Maurice, who moved to Calcutta.

We left India in 1950 and lived in London, England (North-West area) after an initial 6 months in Surrey. I attended a High School close by and graduated from there (GCE) and worked at Lloyds Bank in the Mayfair area of London - Park Lane - while I studied Music at the Trinity College. It was all rather a busy time of my life, to say the least of it, but I still found time to party with my friends and enjoy the wonderful cultural amenities London has to offer.

In 1956, I met my dashing young Air Force officer, fell madly in love, and we were married in 1957 (so its our 50th next year) and we were whisked all over the place on exciting Air Force postings while our three sons made their appearances 5 years apart: Martin in 1960; Nicholas in 1965 - while on a duty-social trip to Canada for a year - and finally; last but not least, Laurence in 1970. Then, during a three year posting to NATO, Norway, we decided to come to Canada. (There had been several inducements made during our previous visit, and we thought we would put out a few feelers, which worked, so that was it!) And here we are - in lovely Ottawa - and not regretting a minute of our lives. "No Regrets” - as Edith Piaf would sing).

But my time in India is never to be forgotten, and I invite all of you - wherever you are - to try and communicate your thoughts and memories to paper, and share them with all of us - your Kharagpur family.

Thank you so much, Alwyn, for your correspondence, and let's keep in touch.


From:          Clare Gordon née Johnstone

Date:           Wednesday 7, June 2006

Hi Corinne & Stephen:

I see you both have been busy with your additions to the Web site.

I wrote to Alwyn Jordon and received a reply from him. I was friendly with his cousin Pam Jordon. Alwyn mentions his house in Jholi near the Catholic Aloysius Orphanage, the one at which I was their honoured guest at it's inauguration in 2001.

Alwyn has kindly offered his home in Kharagpur when next I am there, which I am hoping will be later this year or early next, DV.

When in Kharagpur for my last two visits I stayed at the Catholic Church Rectory. This time I will stay at the Archbishop House in Calcutta, since Rev Reg works out from there. I want so badly to see the completion of both the Orphanage and St. Jude Center. Since 1998 Rev Reg and I have been working together for both these organisations.

I love the added photos to your WEBsite Corinne. I check it most days hoping to see at least one of my KGP friends, so far no such luck.

Take care of each other. God bless.

Love Clare

From:           Corinne

Date:            June 8, 2006

Extracts from Photos by Michael Green

I posted here are a few memory-joggers for you all to peruse and, perhaps, help us to identify. They have been here for a week without response, so I am deleting them.

If you need any of them back, just ask using the "CLICK HERE..." button.

The same invitation is extended for requests for any enlargements that might help in the identification of any faces from any of the posted photos. I'll do my best to include them.



From:           Alwyn Jordon       E-mail address available.. We recommend you use the CLICK HERE switch to request it.

Date:           June 6, 2006

Hello again Corrine,

My uncle Dezil Meade was a cousin of Maurice Meade who passed away a few years ago, his son Maurice jr. has a chain of hair dressing salons in Perth, Australia. His mother's maiden name was Letham. My brother Geoff is vice principal of Lynwood senior high in Perth, Australia and the youngest brother Cyrus is a first class machinist in Melbourne, Australia. Brother Vivian, who lives in Toronto, Canada and who also is retired, worked in lithography. 

My batch of boyhood friends was Derek Green, Douglas Barret, Ian Johnson, and Osborne Robbie who retired as a Station Commander of Salua air force base in Kharagpur. There are two air force bases in KGP; the other is Kalaikunda.

I had joined the air force along with Osborne, but my mother went berserk and pulled me out, unfortunately! I am now a retired engineer (structural).

I visit the jungles because there is so little of it left. Recently all eight tigers from a reserve were poached and no one is taking responsibility for this tragedy. I love these animals and want to see them keep on keeping on. Have you heard a tiger roar in the jungle or the saw-like call of a panther? It gets my adrenalin flowing. The peace and tranquillity is to be experienced: the various birds and their calls; and the warning sounds of deer, peacocks and langaur (black face monkeys). Right now decimation of these forests goes on. Soon all this will be a thing of the past.

I shall return to India in July as wife and baby are still there. I had to return in a hurray to Oz as I suffered a bout of cholera there (India) and became very anaemic.

I will get some photographs and pass them on. [Note from Corinne: I was looking forward to them to include them here, but I will not further delay posting your kind message.]

Well bye for now and take care you both.

Fond Regards,



From:          Dolores née Thorn         E-mail address available.. We recommend you use the CLICK HERE switch to request it.

Date:           June 18, 2006

Dear Corinne,

It was by a rather circuitous route that my father Donald Thorn stumbled upon your site late last night (or should I say in the early hours of this morning) which subsequently kept him from his bed 'til 3am or later! He was so pleased to find the place of his birth in 1930 being so well documented and fondly remembered, but added to that was his utter astonishment at seeing a photograph of himself and his dear departed wife Jean Brown (my mother) as well.

Scrolling down to near the bottom of the page, the photograph with the line drawing below it posted by Terence O' Flynn has many of the names missing. I know that my father has said he would like to write and make contact but I think it is one of those things he will put off so I have taken it upon myself to write and identify two more faces from that picture. Number 36 is Donald Thorn (Don, son of Cyril Thorn and Bella Jansen), my father and number 15 is Jean Brown (my mother, daughter of Hilda De Cruz and Andrew Brown) who passed away in 2000. The boy in front of my father is his brother Geoffrey Thorn who passed away many years ago.

I must say, having been born in London and spending my whole childhood growing up there, it is so hard for me to imagine the life that my parents knew. I have only the stories they told me and the handful of yellowed pictures kicking around in boxes to bear witness to this chapter. It is quite fascinating for me to glimpse a little more of this past that is so alien to me and yet, strangely familiar.

Thank you for giving us all this opportunity to experience a bygone and glorious era.

Warmest wishes,

Dolores Thorn


From:           Corinne Baxter née Crampton           E-mail address available.. We recommend you use the CLICK HERE switch to request it.

Date:           June 19, 2006

Dear Dolores,

I was so delighted and encouraged to receive your charming letter informing my husband and me of your recognition of the recent posting on our web-site, and identifying three members of your family. I have included your information in the "Identified by:" section under the photo above.

The photograph was sent to us by Terence O'Flynn, who was once a neighbour of my family (the Cramptons) and whose brothers had also been playmates many years ago. All this you would have gleaned from the correspondence between Terence and us. I say "us" because my dear husband came up with the idea of my starting this WEBsite, so it is really his brain-child, and I am not very familiar with the computer. He has inaugurated the entire format, and I did some of the wording and the letters and the general scheme. Stephen has had no connection with India, beyond a great interest because of me, I suppose, and I applaud him for his infinite patience and forbearance in setting up details such as the diagram under the picture to help us identify friends and family members - such as yourselves.

I remember the Thorn boys, but I could not put a name to their faces - they looked so familiar to me, as did your mother - and it teased me dreadfully! Geoffrey must have been in school with me at some stage, as was your mother, Jean. I mentioned her to my husband when we first received the photo from Terence - particularly remembered her gentle nature, and on several occasions she sat beside me at Sunday School and Church functions, so there were many vague memories which are clearing even as I write. Did your mother have any siblings?

Perhaps your father could tell me where they lived in KGP and the school they attended, and also if he remembers my family or cousins. I have listed several details to our various correspondents which are all on the WEBpage.

You asked for Terence's e-mail address; you may obtain it by using the CLICK HERE... switch. Stephen has taken care to maintain e-mail addresses for each correspondent. The only one I had trouble connecting with was Rhona Ashe - a former neighbour of ours - the letter did not get through despite my husband using various permutations of her address.

You do not mention whereabouts in England you are, Dolores, or how your father is in health. I do hope he is keeping well, though the loss of your mother must have taken a dreadful toll on him.

You may have noticed, in my synopsis of my life, that our youngest son is living in England - in Islington, in London, and enjoying himself tremendously. He doesn't wish to return to Canada and indeed has met a lovely girl, a young lawyer practicing in the City, and they hope to be married in September 07. Stephen and I hope to celebrate our 50th Anniversary next year, which we expect to celebrate at his Royal Air Force Club on Piccadilly at Hyde Park Corner - very central to all our old friends and many members of the family who live close by. We have been members there for 50 years!

I should mention, Dolores, that if you wish anything posted to the WEBpage, please send the entries direct to us and we will be happy to place them for you. Stephen and I are attempting to post items according to subject matter and get some order to the site. Tracking former neighbours and friends was the first step, and generally "testing the water," but the response has been so encouraging, that we have sifted through information and filed under various headings, and in due course we will proceed to place photos and tid-bits in order - so keep logging in.

But I'd still love to hear from your father, too, and any more memories he can provide! It is amazing how one's memories become activated the more one tries to remember, and this is an age which passed before our very eyes - no semblance of it remains. It is up to us, our generation, to pass on whatever we can to all of you, our children and grandchildren.

Thank you so much for using your initiative in sending me your charming and appreciative letter, which was most encouraging.

With kind thoughts,


From:           Donald Thorn       E-mail address available.. We recommend you use the CLICK HERE switch to request it.

Date:           June 20th, 2006 as amended in a letter of June 21st

Dear Corinne,

My name is Donald Thorn, my daughter, Dolores, has been in touch with you already, [See her June 18th letter above. Corinne] and she has forwarded to me the correspondence between you and her.

My surprise and astonishment at finding your WEBsite (here) and your cousin’s sister site, "Kharagpur Remembered at" last Saturday, quite by accident, got me so engrossed in nostalgia that I did not get to bed until 3am Sunday 19th June !!!!

Gosh! There are so many, many, memories that your WEBsite has evoked that I am almost at a loss as to where to start !!

Let me begin with my father Cyril Thorn, Head Timekeeper at the Workshops, [What does that mean? Corinne] who married Isabel (Bella) Thorn née Jansen. They were married in All Saints Church, KGP by the Reverend Russel Payne in 1926. He used to sing in the Choir there, and that was the church our family went to.

My wife was Jean née Brown who passed away in 2000, whom I think you knew -- from your letter to my daughter Dolores. I had a brother, Geoffrey Thorn, born in 1934 who passed away in 1986.

We both went to the Railway School and knew all the various teachers mentioned in the letters on your site: Mr Rosemeyer who eventually took over as Head Master from Mr Kidd; Miss Fernandez; Miss Netto; Freddie Jones; Mr Lionel Kidd who was the Head Master; Roy (Hindi Munchie); Mrs Sweeney (Music teacher); Miss Caster (Miss Netto's niece); Mr Pharoah, etc etc etc. When we left Kharagpur in 1948. Mr Kidd was the Head Master when we left.

We used to live in 426 Wynne (Fourth) Avenue until my father died in 1946. Then we lived with my mother's brother Dunnie Jansen in 311 Third Avenue, until we came to England. No doubt his name will ring a bell with you. [It does. Tell us more about him. Corinne] We stayed there until we left to come to England. I think that the Texiera family lived in 311 before my uncle moved there.

Now Corinne, that photo that Terence O'Flynn sent on the web with all the children, taken in 1941 --- since studying it I have recognised so many of the faces that I had forgotten. I will have to make a list of them against the numbers so that you can add to the photo.

[Note by Corinne: I am keenly looking forward to your list, Donald, the sooner the better. As for any old photos you may have, however yellowed and dim those old prints may be, it is amazing what digital scanning can do to restore them. Most of the old photo prints reproduced and posted here were in a deplorable state until my husband (who claims strictly amateur status only) got to work on them. The message to all is therefore to not lose heart and to persist with all those old family albums. If you lack scanning facilities, we should be glad to do it for you if you would forward them to us by ordinary mail. I’ll forward my address upon request.]

I knew your dad, "Hopie" Crampton, and saw him pass down the road past 426 with your sister Althea whom he used to take on his bike and often went past our house on Wynne Ave. I do remember those houses on the west side of the hospital where you used to live. I often used to ride my bike past there and went along to the West End where the foremens' houses were -- Rona Ashe and family, and the Foxens lived in those houses; also Mr Goldsworthy. I only remember you as a little "toddler" with your sister, Althea, from time to time.

I spoke last night to Michael Green, your cousin, this evening just before the England vs Sweden World Cup Match, and we had a good old chat about KGP !! You can’t imagine what memories you have stirred up with your WEBsite. Of course Mike is seven years younger than me, so he did not know all the people that I did, but had a lot that we both knew !!

Maybe you can let me have your telephone number, [Always available to our readers on request. Corinne] as I can phone from England quite cheaply. I have a friend who lives near Thunder Bay on lake Superior in Ontario, Canada, and we chat from time to time. The phone co. that I use has very cheap rates on calls to Canada and the USA. I live in North East London, Chingford, right on the edge of Epping Forest. My daughter lives in Hemel Hempstead, very close to, East of, St Albans.

Clare Gordon née Johnstone used to be in my class at the Railway School. I knew her very well. I recognised her (in Terence's Summer School photo above) who was in the same class with me at the Railway School. I am going to E-mail her and give her a surprise -- a blast from the past !!] [Too late! She is an avid reader of this WEBpage and will already know of you. Corinne] We'll see whether I can jog her memory -- it's been over fifty years since we were at school !! So I hope it will be a pleasant surprise.

Well Corinne, I think I have written so much that your mind must be "Boggling" with all the data that you have received. We are doing our best to corral the new data I shall be only too glad to help with any question you may want to ask about KGP. [Donald. Please anticipate my queries and send the answers as as though I had asked for them. Corinne] So I will bring this letter (Epistle) to a close, and hoping to hear from you.

My best wishes to you and your Hubby -- keep up the good work. We need someone like you to make this "log" of that community in KGP that existed all those years ago, so that there is some legacy in history to show in all its glory that wonderful outpost of the British Empire !!

My sincere regards,

Yours Sincerely,

Don Thorn


P.S.   [From Donald] I know Terence O'Flynn and will be sending him an Email as well -- we were at school also but not in the same class.


P.P.S [To Donald] I hope I have accurately interpreted your second letter in including those amendments. If not, please let me know. Stephen



From:           Terence O'Flynn    E-mail address available.. We recommend you use the CLICK HERE switch to request it. Date:           June 21, 2006 as amended by a letter of June 24

Hi Stephen and Corinne ,

I have not heard from Dolores née Thorn, so I presume the re-sent picture was received satisfactorily (I would not be able to do any better as I received it from one of my brothers) .

Now for you, Corinne, how is your memory?

On Saturday June 24th I am having lunch with two old 'Kharagpurians '; Owen Graham and Philip Carroll .

Owen Graham and his younger brother Gordon Graham lived near the hospital on the Institute side ; their mother Ezme, who was very talented. She was famous for her beautifully made "Rag Dolls." Maybe you or your sisters had one? Owen was my doctor for some 40 yrs until retirement a couple of years ago. Gordon is still a practising dentist in Sydney.

Philip's father was Bert (Albert) Carroll and I remember him swinging his 'Drum Major's Staff' as he led the Ghurka band from their camp to the Institute across Kharagpur with all the little kids following behind.

Philip has provided me with a couple of photos of his father in the roll of 'Drum Major' One is an inspection of the troops by the Governor of Calcutta outside Kharagpur railway station we think about 1938 and the other is the band at exercise .



Philip's family lived very close to the Apprentice's Home. Philip as a young man was a fine athlete and played hockey at both State and National level in Australia in the tradition of KGP greats; Carl Tapsil and Dick Carr (in the winning Indian team 1936 Berlin Olympics). Still no news on Ann nee David !!

Next year I too will celebrate our 50th wedding anniversary (24th August ) Trust your health's are still improving Warmest regards,


From:           Vivian Jordon       E-mail address available.. We recommend you use the CLICK HERE switch to request it.

Date:           June 27, 2006

Hi, Corinne

My name is Vivian Jordon. I lived in 447 Wynne Ave, Kharagpur in the early 1950s.

Yes, Alwyn Jordon [whose 2 letters precede this one: Corinne] is my brother. My Dad's sister's name was Helen (née) Meade.

I have six brothers and some of them are in Australia. I am the only one here in Brampton, Ontario, Canada and I came here in 1968. I am married for 37 yrs and have three sons, Stephen, Geoffrey and Shane. I also have two grandkids, Steven and Tiana. Steve is 18 and Tia is 13.

I remember the Brewster girls. At the time I was going to school in KGP Mr. Rosemeyer was the Headmaster.

We really do need something like this WEBsite to keep all the wonderful memories alive. I do go to India every year around Christmas as I still have a brother and other family there.

 Regards to the family

Viv Jordon

From:           Terence O’Flynn             E-mail address available.. We recommend you use the CLICK HERE switch to request it.

Date:           June 29, 2006

Dear Corinne and Stephen ,

"Hold the Horses" - "Hold the Presses " - " Hold the Search"

In fact hold everything. 'Sweetie' Ann David HAS BEEN FOUND !!!

Earlier today I had an email from her granddaughter's fiancée to say they had visited the KGP web site with Ann, who has no computer, but had been told by a friend of the site (the word is spreading !) and from there my email address.

Ann left her telephone number and I have already spoken with her . It was just great. As Brenda said, Ann now lives in Melbourne so I now must work on getting there.

This has happened only because of the work you two have put in maintaining and editing the site and I for one am most grateful.

Gratefully yours,


From:           Corinne       E-mail address available.. We recommend you use the CLICK HERE switch to request it.

To:               Donald Thorn

Date:           July 2, 2006

Dear Don,

Thank you so much for your prompt reply to the website and your helpful e-mail of June 27 identifying some of the subjects of the photograph of a summer bible school which the Brushes (and later the Sanfords) held year after year. I have no idea what year this particular photo was taken, but judging by my own image, I must have about 6 years old - '42.

Stephen is printing an up-to-date list of your IDs, but I think the one mentioning Barbara Seth may be in question. I feel that number 39 is she, not 13. Perhaps someone else may provide us with more input. Althea is going to look closely at the picture when she can lay hold of a computer - her son is taking his over to their cottage sometime soon, and since she was friendly with several people at the "school" she might just remember. Intriguing, isn't it - and heaps of fun!

By the way, the "toddler" on her carrier must have been my younger sister Jill. I remember taking rides with Althea and Daddy - usually on her carrier (or my father's cross-bar), until her carrier got loose and fell off, and I sustained a terrible burn on you-know-where!! All of Kharagpur must have heard my yells! That was the end of riding "pillion" on Althea's bike and my parents were prompt in buying me a "fairy" cycle, which I quickly learned to ride and formed a trio with my father and Althea, often accompanied by Bunny Hustin - Daddy's friend - and others. The carrier was quickly repaired, and the next incumbent found her way onto it, namely, Jill - the "toddler" in question.

So glad you made contact with Clare. We so enjoy her colourful letters and photos, which will appear from time to time on this page in appropriate subject matter. You mentioned your Uncle, Dunny Jansen. He was a regular visitor to our home at 302 3rd Ave - such good company. My father and he regaled each other with funny stories, and both were excellent raconteurs, so they had the rest of the party in hysterics. Aunty Hazel Green (who became Brendish) was about Dunny Jansen and Lambe David's (another regular visitor) age, so they were all friends. Since Hazel was staying with us at the time, her friends were always made welcome. Dunny and Lambe were THE COMEDY ACT of KHARAGPUR. Had they been in America, they would have been snapped up by Hollywood, most likely. What with the two of them and Lewin Brown and his many artistic gifts, we were surrounded by an abundance of talent.

Many kind remembrances,



From:           Corinne       E-mail address available.. We recommend you use the CLICK HERE switch to request it.

To:               Terence O'Flynn

Date:           July 2, 2006

Dear Terence,

What wonderful news that you have rediscovered an old friend - and through my web-site! We can both share your excitement and celebrate along with you. Now I hope that "Sweetie" and her observant family will contribute to our joy by sending a few words of their own. This web-site is FAMILY, and we must all stick together and NOT just be "silent observers," as I hear so many are! Please keep us informed as you so regularly do.

Your luncheon with Philip and Owen sounds very interesting. I remember both families very well-they lived opposite us when we lived at 302, 3rd Ave. Mrs. Graham's dolls fascinated me, and I had several in my collection. Mr. Graham used to paint the faces, I seem to recollect. (I could still smell the paint of the newly finished dolls, all so beautifully dressed).

I believe the family used to attend the Baptist Church and were baptized at the same time as Althea, Michael Green and I, during Rev. Sanford's Ministry. There is a snapshot recording the occasion, I believe Althea may have a copy among her photos. If so, we'll scan and print it.

Philip's father, Bertie, was a regular visitor to our home, and I well recollect him practicing with his mace on the upstairs verandah - and what a good job he did, too. Yes, I do remember all of us kids running or "marching " behind the Gurkha Band as they made their way over to the bandstand for their regular concerts.

I love marching bands to this day, and my youngest son Laurence remembers with amusement the number of times I followed along with the Governor-General's Footguards' Band as they made their way to the Houses of Parliament in Ottawa each Summer morning for the Changing of the Guard ceremony. Laurence was a member of the Cermonial Regiment along with some of his friends while they were in University, here in Ottawa. They did their training at a Military Base about 80 miles from Ottawa, then performed Ceremonial Duties at the Governor-General's Residence in town. All very traditional and colourful, but terribly hot with the red wool tunics and bearskin headgear when the temperatures range at 30 degrees C!

I seem to recall that Philip Carroll has a sister - Marlene? Where are they now? She would be about my age, I think. At the time that they were on 3rd Ave. we had Ken Murray, Bill Hill, Lionel Naug, the Meade family (relatives) and the Whitbreads, the Scotts, Lulu McGuire, Ronnie Partridge and the Brewsters.

There was also a family called the Hattons but they kept very much to themselves, so nobody really got to know them too well. He seemed a helpful man, though, and I seem to remember him offering to help my mother fix the Christmas Tree lights one year when my father was on Military duty (AFI). As a result we had a very colouful, BRIGHT Christmas!

Of course, the dynamics of each area changed as families came and went. Some "shifted" to new accommodation as fresh opportunities arose, and some were transferred to other towns, but our group of neighbours remained intact for the duration of the war years. Then, as families were repatriated, changes occurred more frequently - hence our own move to your old house and thence to England.

Excuse the length of this letter, but I am trying to fill in with a few memories in order to "jog" a few responses from our readers.

By the way, Terence, talking about the Apprentices' Home... could you be referring to the Hoares who took care of the Home? Desiree ("Dooko") used to join us in our play along with Bobby Gilmore, the Ashes, and the Smith girls (Police-Inspector), and a host of others, including your own family.

Once again, so happy to hear that you have made contact with Ann David, and we hope to hear more very soon. Meanwhile, Stephen joins me in sending you and your dear wife all the very best and kindest regards to all.


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