Appreciations
My heart belongs to daddy
It has
been 10 years since my father died and the songs "My heart
belongs to daddy" and, "Oh my Papa", still bring
tears to my eyes, for I loved my daddy, and my heart did belong
to him. When I was a child he taught me how to swim, to drive, to
appreciate cricket, to climb mountains and to love and worship the
God almighty only.
He held three
important jobs at the same time. He was a Civil Servant and served
as AGA in Galle, Hambantota and Kandy and was Secretary to the Ministry
of Defence. He was one of the officials who initiated the Maldive
Islands Independence. He met Prime Minister Jawaharlal Nehru in
New Delhi and attended several international conferences in Geneva.
He was the
GA, Kegalle and his last job was Controller of Imports-Exports.
He was also the Secretary to the Board of Control for Cricket in
Ceylon for five consecutive years when Robert Senanayake was the
board president. We did not have test status then, but we had lots
of cricket matches. All the international teams going to and from
Australia made it a point to land here and play cricket. I remember
as a child going for these matches and watching the West Indies
team of Rohan Kanhai, Collin Cowdry's England team and even a woman's
cricket team. I must say there were no disagreements and squabbles
on our Cricket Board then.
He was also
a volunteer officer in the Army and held the position of Major in
the Ceylon Artillery Regiment. I remember my dad at the parades
at Galle Face Green. He was tall and outstanding. I remember when
they were mobilized and called to control the racial riots in 1958.
They were sent to Jaffna too. It was after the Military Coup of
1962 that the light in the candle he had lit at both ends began
to dim. But soon after he took on the best job of his life -- that
of being a grandpa. He had eight grandsons and two granddaughters,
all of whom loved him so much, and many a leisure time he spent
with them at his home. The sport, he spent his time on in his retirement,
was archery.
He built his
own house in Bambalapitiya and lived quietly surrounded by his wife
and family until he had a stroke in late life and that broke his
heart because he could not have fun any more.
So, the memories
of you, my father, are all happy ones and I will not forget to keep
the one request you made of me, and that was to look after my mum
after you are gone. This I have done and will continue to do, all
my life.
I know you
are safe in the arms of Jesus as I saw you in one of my dreams surrounded
by God's angels in heaven.
Bernie
A goddess in
human form
Srimathi
Malini Kumari Dissanayake (nee Samarakoon)
Six long and lonely years have passed
Since you left us that day.
But happy and lovely memories
Keep coming back to stay.
A goddess you were in human form
With love for everyone.
Generous help - always your norm
Hate and malice to none.
The little things you thought and did
For kindness and for love
So deep within our hearts are etched,
Keeping memories alive.
Busiest person, we've ever known
Obliging people from dusk to dawn.
Wherever you are - your joy we wish.
Whatever you do - success we wish.
The help you gave - the love so vast,
So till we breathe our very last,
We will remember you.
A.B. and children
She was a second
mother to me
The 10th
death anniversary of my beloved mother-in-law Agnes Mendis falls
this month.
I pen these
few words because I love her as my own mother. She was a staunch
Catholic and although I was the only Buddhist of her five daughters-in-law
she never had any discrimination. She possessed hundred and one
admirable qualities such as patience, understanding and integrity.
She was highly talented in cooking, flower making and cake-icing.
She conducted classes for the needy girls because she believed that
it would help them earn some income.
During the
school vacation I used to go to Moratuwa with my children to spend
few days with her. With a sense of humble pride I am happy to say
during that short period I was able to learn a lot of cookery. She
was a second mother to me. I had neither seen her hot tempered or
heard her speaking harshly to anyone. She stood by us in adversity.
She loved her husband, the late Sebastian Mendis, her sons, daughters
and in-laws in same way. May she rest in peace.
Olga Mendis
A judge and
author
The death
occurred of Anthony Christopher (A.C.) Alles, former Judge of the
Supreme Court (1964-1974) on 1st January, 2003 at the age of 91.
Mr. Alles passed away at Nawaloka Hospital after a brief illness
and the funeral took place within 24 hours in accordance with his
wishes.
Mr. Alles was
born at Matale in 1911. After his early education under the Jesuit
fathers at St. Aloysius College, Galle (where he passed his Cambridge
Senior with honours) and later at the Ceylon University, he joined
the Ceylon Law College. After obtaining First Class Honours in his
Law final, he was enrolled as an Advocate of the Supreme Court in
1939. He obtained his law degree from the London University in 1942.
In the same year, he joined the Attorney-General's Department as
a Crown Counsel and served the Department for over two decades.
In 1962, as Solicitor-General, he led evidence before the Bandaranaike
Assassination Commission.
In 1964, he
was appointed a Judge of the Supreme Court. In 1972, while still
being a Judge of the Supreme Court, he was appointed a member of
the Criminal Justice Commissions that probed the 1971 insurgency
and continued to function as Commissioner even after his retirement
in July 1974. Shortly before his retirement, he functioned as Chief
Justice.
He was also
a member of the International Commission of Jurists and Pax Romana
(the Association of Catholic Jurists) and was President of the Ceylon
Branch of the World Peace through Law in 1970.
Since his retirement
Mr. Alles spent most of his time in writing on criminal cases and
authored several volumes on the famous criminal cases of Sri Lanka,
including the assassination of Prime Minister S.W.R.D. Bandaranaike.
He is also the author of a comprehensive treatise, recently updated,
of the JVP in Sri Lanka, in addition to other books of legal interest.
Family and friends
A man of many
friends
Noel,
the word for Christmas in French - was thus named because he was
born on December 28, three days after Christmas.
I knew Noel
from 1954 when I joined our alma mater in Kotahena. We became close
friends and I was his bestman at his wedding. Thus his death due
to a heart ailment, came as a shock to me.
Noel's wit
brought out laughter in any crowd. He could make any serious person
laugh, something his friends now miss.
Noel had many
friends, both in the Telecommunication Department where he worked
and elsewhere, for none could reject his company. He made any topic
of conversation, however dreary, interesting.
Only those
who had the good fortune of knowing and associating with him, knew
what a wonderful person he was.
His wife and
son are not the only losers due to his demise. Everyone who knew
him feels the void. We can only pray and ask the Good Lord to grant
eternal rest to Noel until we meet him on that beautiful shore.
Lenard R. Maharachchi
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