In Memoriam

Remember me when I'm gone away

Gone far away into the silent land

Christina Rosetti

Mr.Raju Hensman - By Dr.N.D.Amerasekera (Feb2001)

It was with much sadness I read the obituary of Mr.Hensman just a few weeks ago. I first came across Mr.Hensman in 1956 when he taught us Chemistry in that airy classroom at the end of the corridor before turning into the stairs to the Library. He was an excellent teacher kind, considerate and gentle and knew his subject well. Mr. Hensman was always well dressed and powdered with the clothes immaculately creased. His dry sense of humour amused us when the going was rough. The "honkers" from the back of the class had little chance to disturb when he was on, in spite of his kindly manner. As a teacher he was far from pompous. His slight shyness belied a quiet self-confidence, and he was a lively and gregarious character, with a constant sparkle in his eye. He was invariably good company as we realised when we became senior.

He was a man of extraordinary intellect, who cared deeply about teaching students. He was also a person with great kindness and humanity. The two so rarely go together. He made us feel we had something to offer even when we were callow and simple. As we were beginners in Chemistry he shone his torch for us as we groped towards examinations. He listened attentively to our weekly essays and marked them considerately. I can speak from personal experience of his dedication to his pupils and concern for their welfare.

After 34 year a teacher at Wesley he retired in 1988 and spent his retirement in Wellawatte. Although I had Mr.Hensman as a teacher for just one year I will always remember him for the excellent grounding he gave me in Chemistry and for his caring ways. I wish he knew that one of his students in his chemistry class of 1956, R.Somanathan is now the Prof.of Chemistry at the University of San Diego, USA. May his Soul Rest in Peace.

Raju Hensman by Keith De Kretser

Teacher at Wesley College from 1956-1988

It is with sadness that I pen this tribute to the late Mr Raju Hensman, retired Teacher who served Wesley College with distinction for thirty two years and passed away at the end of January this year. Those of us who were at Wesley from 1956 to 1988 will I am sure have many memories of Mr Hensman. The image that I have of him at Wesley is of a short, very dark complexioned bald man that had a high pitched voice and who possessed some effeminate mannerisms. He was always impeccable dressed in white short sleeve shirt and long white trousers with the creases crisply starched and as sharp as a razor. From this description you would instantly gather that if he was to have a “nickname” it would be because of a physical attribute rather than anything else. And so it was that in Mr Hensman’s case it was “Cheese Ball” because of his bald head. Little did

we realise that he was pioneering a fashion trend that is popular all over the world today. Schoolboys could be quite mean and I am sure that when the name was coined there was no consideration given to Mr Hensman’s feelings. He was also known as “Koli” and “Kikkili” – “nicknames” that were derived from his surname.

Mr Hensman was a qualified Teacher (Inter-Science Calcutta English Trained) specialising in Maths and Sciences. Very early in his time at Wesley he taught Chemistry in the senior school. I had the priviledge of being taught by him in a number of classes in Maths and General Science as I progressed from the Kindergarten to the Senior School. He had a thorough knowledge of his subject and was a strict disciplinarian but also considerate and kind in his manner. I recall one occasion during an interval when my classmates and I would relish a game of “King”. I happened to be the chaser and in my eagerness to get another person out I took this firm shot at a classmate hiding behind a pillar. The ball missed my friend and also whizzed past Mr Hensman’s shiny head as he ducked for cover. The ball was confiscated and I was summoned to his classroom. I subsequently had to front up to Mr Premawardhena and had to apologise to Mr Hensman for my actions. However the ball was not returned much to the disappointment of my friends and I. As a consequence I must have appeared to be insincere in my apology to him. Later that afternoon/early evening when Mr Hensman arrived at my home for my tuition he mentioned the incident to my mother who in turn mentioned it to my father when he got home from work. I was marched down to Mr Hensman’s home by my father and I had to apologise again and also got two of the best from my father for my trouble. On reflection it was part of my personal development and growing up to be a responsible citizen and gentleman. Teachers of Mr Hensman’s calibre were loyal and dedicated to their craft and their remuneration was a pittance when considering what they had to put up with. Our parents entrusted us to their care and they in turn inculcated in us a set of values, discipline and knowledge that has helped us over the years. As diminutive as Mr Hensman was, he can stand tall as one of Wesley’s loyal teachers who served the College with distinction and devotion.

I probably shared many more experiences with him than the other students as he lived only a few streets away at Somasunderam Place off Station Road, Wellawatte. Though he gave the impression that he was a very serious person I saw his funny side on many occasions as teachers and student gathered outside the Gas

Company Showrooms on Galle Road to catch the school bus each day. The late Mr Watson Wijewickrema and the Late Mrs Sheila Arndt (previously Wijeyekoon) and Mr Hensman would carry on a lively chat which often continued on board the bus much to our amusement and inquisitive ears. He tutored me in Maths for a short period of time and I recall he would have much delight in joining my mother for a chat over a “cuppa” as I plodded through the sums he had set me. I am indebted to his efforts as it contributed to my good grounding in Maths which resulted in my obtaining a University degree with Double Maths majors. He became firm friends with my parents and when he married in the late sixties my parents and I attended his wedding. If I recall correctly, my mother made his wedding cake. When my family and I migrated to Australia he purchased many items of furniture and household items some which he still had when I met him in 1999. Though we lost touch over the years, when I returned to Colombo in 1999 for the 125th Jubilee Celebrations he made it a point to seek me out for a chat at the Jubilee Dinner held at the Oberoi. I had a photograph taken with him that day. Mr Hensman had aged which was to be expected but his mannerisms were still the same and as expected he was impeccable dressed for the occasion. He was very keen to find out how some of his former students were faring in Australia. Teachers like Mr Hensman took a keen interest in theirs students not only in class but long after they had left school. He was pleased to hear that many

of this former students were getting along well in Australia. He invited me for a meal and I had the privilege of taking my family to his home at Somasunderam Place for afternoon tea. His wife and he who were both retired were looking forward to joining their only daughter and her husband in Canada in the near future. Sadly it wasn’t to be.

Thirty two years as a teacher at Wesley College is a long time. To spend such a significant part of one’s life dedicated to Education and Wesley College is indeed laudable and hundred of students had the benefit of Mr Hensman as their teacher. We are indebted to teachers

like Mr Hensman who we have met along life’s journey and have contributed in their own way to moulding a rich mosaic of knowledge and character which is uniquely ours. Thank you Sir for your loyal and dedicated service to Wesley College and all her sons. I am grateful for having had the opportunity to be taught by you. May God grant you eternal rest.

Sincere sympathies to Mrs Pathma Hensman, daughter Rapti and son-in-law Christie Ratnam.

Keith de Kretser

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Walter Jayasooriya- Obituary (Annual Report 99/00 of OBU Colombo)

Wesley lost one of her most distinguished and loyal Old Boys in the course of 1999. Walter needed no introduction to Wesleyites whether they be senior citizen, middle aged or young Old Boys. He will not be forgotten not only for his prowess, as a hockey player, official and an administrator in those sporting circles, but also for the unbroken stint as a Vice Patron of the Old Boys' Union, his loyalty to the school will be regarded as exemplary. Walter passed on his knowledge of the game willingly to the generations that followed. Walter's sense of humour will long be remembered especially at Founder's Day Lunches where with his closest friend A Mylvaganam he would have the Hall roaring with laughter. Hockey and Wesley have lost a favourite son.

Addendum by Dennis De Rosayro:

Walter J is no more The flame of Sri Lanka hockey has been extinguished, though expected at the ripe age of 84, all lovers of hockey in Sri Lanka and abroad, especially India will receive the news with sadness. An Old Wesleyte Walter Jayasooriya was a colossus among giants and his comuterparts in India and Pakistan respected him with awe for his wealth of knowledge of the game and its rules and administration. When India dominated the hockey world for five decades, he was affectionately known as "Mr. Walter - the mighty atom of Sri Lanka hockey," and deservingly so. He was officially connected with Ceylon/Sri Lankan hockey since 1938 and one time member and office bearer of the then Ceylon Olympic and Commonwealth Games Association. Numerous times he was the senior vice-president of the Sri Lanka Hockey Federation, Chairman of both the selection and umpires' committees, and Ceylon's first international Hockey Umpire. In 1963 he went as general team manager for the 1st Ganefo Djakarta Games, hockey manager to Ceylon/Sri Lanka team in 1953, 1957, 1959, 1966 and 1969 and manager at the 5th Asian Games to Bangkok in 1966. Perhaps his greatest achievement and contribution to Sri Lankan hockey was when he and the late Mr. T.M.N. Mahamooth went to India in 1955 to witness and study the organization of the Indian Hockey Nationals. His dream dawned in August 1956, when the 1st Hockey Nationals was inaugurated, the very first in any sport in Sri Lanka. Walter was a walking encyclopaedia on all matters relating to hockey and possessed up-to-date authentic records - indeed a labour of love. He spotted me as a schoolboy at St. Benedict's College in 1954 and it was a privilege to have known and associated with Walter ever since, who virtually gave all of his time and knowledge for the game he loved so much. The Father of Sri Lankan Hockey has gone to his eternal rest!

Fitzroy Muthuvaloe

We have to place on record the demise of Fitzroy formerly Vice President and one time Secretary of the Welfare Society. His attachment to the school was evident from the hard work he did. Fitzroy was an Old Boy who was always present when his services were needed.

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D.S Wijemanne -by Dr.N.D.Amerasekera

I remember him from my first days at school as the Tuck Shop man selling his stuff in a shed behind the Hostel kitchen. The shed had a "takarang" roof being hot during hot weather, cold during cold weather, and noisy during rainy weather. Wije and his sidekick Jinadasa provided the sustenence for the boarders and days scholars alike. At the short interval there is mayhem in the tuck due to the brisk sale and immense traffic. He was always polite except to those who did not settle their bills. Subsequently he was in charge of the canteen at the Medical College Colombo. He treated old Wesleyites with a free "tea and punt" when times were hard. I last met him when I took my sons to see Wesley College in 1995. He didn't look a year older than when I first saw him at the old Tuck. We had a long chat about times gone by. This time he gave a free Coca Cola to both my sons. He was an astute businessman, an excellent Old Boy and a good and genuine friend.

D. S. Wijemanne The Tucks Most Unforgettable Character By D.F.Abeysekera

This article has been transcribed from the 125th Anniversary souvenir

One of the persons a 'new boy' to Wesley inevitably met on his first day, was DSW- affectionately called 'Wije' who headed what was to a schoolboy the most important infrastructure of the School, viz "the Tuck Shop" Without "Wije" there would have been no mid-day break with its Fish buns ( those delicious lumps of baked dough with savoury fish), no seeni sambol and freshly baked bread (Wije knew the art of keeping bread 'oven fresh' for several days) and no 'patties'. The cutlets which Wije produced were truly a triumph of culinary art. What they contained was the subject of much conjecture and debate. I recall an incident (Derrick Mack and I were having tea in the Tuck) when the Hockey Goalie walked in with his gear, up and rearing to to prepare himself for a strenuous practice session at Campbell Park. A mountain of fish buns was placed before him by " Wije " ( he knew his customers exceedingly well) and the lad begun his business in earnest and calculated that he had eaten "only eight " fish buns ( how could one go for Hockey practice on an empty stomach), but "Wije" who had kept an eagle eye on Mike's deft movements reckoned that the count was eleven. In the ensuing controversy, "Wije" calm and unruffled, accepted the customer is sometimes right , and the goalie paid for eight. It has been rumoured that he had ultimately paid for the fish buns he had consumed long after he had emigrated to Australia, as expected of him. Running a Tuck Shop for growing schoolboys, (horizontally ) with rapacious appetites was no mean task. Mountains of food - that would have knocked Pidurutalagala into second place- were devoured each (lay- in the short break, in the lunch interval and after school- all in manner of fleeting seconds. And "Wije" kept a miraculous count of individual consumption despite cheek by jowl conditions, and an accounts of those buying on 'tick' being fair. To say that he kept all and sundry well filled and content would be correct. Always a happy man, "Wije" enjoyed identifying himself with all of Wesley's extra-curricular activities. He was seen at all matches- cricket. Hockey. Rugby Football, soccer; swimming galas, athletic sports meets, OBU functions and at the dynamic Old Wesleyites Sports Club events and he did not miss an Annual prize giving. It was fascinating to have observed "Wije" on the Cricket Field, representing Wesley in the over 40's match against Royal in 1993 when the two schools celebrated one hundred years of school cricket with each other. Associated with him as a team mate was his son, Jayantha Whilst Royal ( astutely, and well within their rights) fielded a side barely over 40, Wesley's spread was more generous and more attuned to the spirit of the event Wije was in his sprightly seventies. It was this great spirit of DSW that attracted people to him. His commitment to Wesley was an intense one and he enjoyed being a Wesleyite. He was very proud of the school and to be associated with it. His death brought to an end a long association with Wesley as a College Prefect, Cricketer, and Tuck Shop Man. He provided a valuable service, and a most enjoyable meeting point to many thousands of school boys who passed through the portals of Wesley's hallowed Buildings. We shall surely miss his kindly and jovial presence at the current celebrations, when "past and present kindly meet" and in the years ahead.

May he attain Nirvana.

Lt Col. Sumith Dhammika Perera, RWP.RSP A highly decorated Officer & Gentleman By Neville Weerasekera

"Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn,

At the going down of the sun and in the morning we will remember them."

The on-going hostilities in the North of Sri Lanka has claimed lives of thousands of young men and women and amongst the bravest will belong the name of Lt. Col Sumith Dhammika Perera. He .served in the Sri Lanka Army ten years with exemplary conduct and valour and is on of the most highly decorated Officers, In this relatively short period, he was an outstanding officer leading hi men with courage in the battlefield. For these achievements, during his lifetime he received the highest honour medal of "Rana Wickrema Paddakkama", for outstanding bravery and valour. On the 10th of November, 1995 he laid down his life for his country in the course of the Riviresa Operation, and wa posthumously awarded the "Rana Suriya Padakkama' once again for outstanding bravery in face of the enemy.

This high honour is bestowed not for reasons of rank, nor wounds nor long service or whatsoever condition, save the merit of conspicuous bravery. Truly a most democratic award for a signal act of valour an bravery, in devotion to his country. Sumith Dhammika Perera was educated at Wesley College and showed early promise of his abilities as leader. His parental home, nurtured in him from earl days the love of school and country, and service to the Nation as being the prime object in life. His father W. A C. Perera indeed by his own example, encouraged his young son in the development of these and other noble traits At Wesley he was a much loved student, Personality of good character and conduct. He was school Prefect, and Captained Hockey , was a member of Rugger XV teams, and won his colours in both games.

After leaving College he could have chosen the comfort and safety of a civilian life, but became Commissioned Officer, and saw active duty in the North for ten years until he laid down his life in the course of enemy action. He belonged to Kiran Camp and indeed was a hero of this contingent. For any family the tragic death of this smart officer at the early age of 30 years a young son, & husband who whole life lay ahead, with so much promise, is indeed tragedy of unbearable proportions. Yet the manner his death, his noble conduct in the Army, his love and affection and bearing to his family and friends are great sources of consolation. We are grateful that we were allowed even a short period of contact with this outstanding a person. Outstanding not only as an Army Officer, but as a dutiful husband, son and brother and loyal friend.

Each year on January the 15th, the Anniversary his birth, it is a time to especially remember him, and that he lived for. In order to perpetuate the memory this brave officer a "Memorial Foundation" bearing the name has been instituted by his family and friends, which undertakes meritorious acts. In 1999 one of these h been to award scholarships to sons of .soldiers killed action and other deserving students at the "A" level, and in the University. Wesley is indeed proud that a product of the school has received the highest Military honour in the service of the nation. It is our earnest hope that the laying down of the life Sumith Dhammika, along with the many others, will pave the way to a peaceful and united Lanka in the very near future.

Prof. Brian V. Jegasothy - Doctor devoted last years to his faith

Thursday, April 26, 2001 By Christopher Snowbeck, Post-Gazette Staff Writer, Pittsburgh USA

Dr. Brian V. Jegasothy, a former chairman of the dermatology department at the University of Pittsburgh's School of Medicine, died last week after a long battle with cancer and Parkinson's disease. Dr. Jegasothy, 58, spent most of his life providing medical care, but dedicated his last two years to the spiritual care of Christians who migrated here from the Indian subcontinent. He founded the Asian Indian Christian Church of Pittsburgh, which brings together members of the region's Indian, Sri Lankan, Pakistani and Bangladeshi communities. The author of more than 300 publications and several books, he helped develop an improved treatment for cutaneous T-cell lymphoma, a rare kind of cancer. The photopheresis technique that Dr. Jegasothy and colleagues at Yale University pioneered in the 1970s remains the standard of care for serious cases of the rare cancer, explained his 32-year-old daughter, Dr. Manjula Jegasothy, who followed her father into dermatology.

The elder Dr. Jegasothy also contributed to the study of immunobullous diseases, in which the immune system attacks the skin and causes it to blister and fall off. He was instrumental in developing a topical form of FK506, the anti-rejection drug pioneered by organ transplant pioneers at Pitt. Topical FK506 has been used to treat conditions such as psoriasis in addition to the rashes that transplant patients develop. "He trained and taught and took care of patients with a very positive attitude and a very gentle manner," said Dr. Nancy S. Nieland-Fisher, a Pittsburgh dermatologist. "Although he was nationally respected, he was a very humble man who did not ever try to one-up someone or to embarrass. . . . Whenever dermatologists were sort of puzzled about a patient's disease or a treatment, we'd send those patients to Dr. Jegasothy and he always came up with some new diagnosis or a suggestion for some innovative treatment."

He was born in Colombo, Sri Lanka. He planned to enter medical school there in 1961, but construction of a new school hadn't been completed. So he and other students ended up working for a short time at a local bank. At the bank, he met a medical student who was taken with his sense of humor. They dated secretly during medical school. Their subsequent marriage was unusual because it wasn't arranged by their families. "He was my only love," said Dr. Juliet Jegasothy, medical director for hospital accreditation at the University of Pittsburgh Medical Center.

He was among the first Sri Lankan medical-school graduates to come to the United States for further study. After working at a hospital in New York City, he so impressed his mentor that the physician recommended him for a dermatology residency at Yale. From Yale, Dr. Jegasothy's career took him to Duke University and the University of Pennsylvania before he became chairman of the dermatology department at Pitt in 1987, a post he held until 1999.

Throughout much of his life, Dr. Jegasothy was a regular churchgoer, his wife said, but he experienced a deepening of faith with his illness. Thinagar Sitther, pastor of the Asian Indian Christian Church of Pittsburgh, said Dr. Jegasothy was "visionary" during the planning of the church, which began meeting in December 1999 at the Church of the Brethren's sanctuary in Squirrel Hill. Dr. Jegasothy anticipated the challenges such as determining which of the many languages spoken by church members would be used for services and helped craft solutions. "He declared to his friends that what mattered at the end was his faith in Jesus Christ," Sitther said. "In fact, I heard him say he had done many successful things, but this was the most significant thing in his life -- to be involved with this church and declaring his faith." Contributions in honor of Dr. Jegasothy may be made to the Asian Indian Christian Church of Pittsburgh, 3503 Beechwood Blvd., Pittsburgh 15217.

Addendum by Dr.N.D.Amerasekera:

Professor Jegasothy was a world renowned dermatologist and a visiting professor at over 50 Universities and clinics, and was the Chairman of the Department of Dermatology at the University of Pittsburgh. His published works include four dermatological books and over 300 articles. He has been an Examiner for American Dermatology Specialty Board, as well as Editor for numerous dermatological journals. Professor Jegasothy has been the Chairman of the Department of Dermatology at the University of Pennsylvania. He also taught at Duke University and Yale University.

Brian was a boarder at Wesley with his brother Ranjit, from 1952-55. Then they left for Jaffna and arrived at Wesley again in 1958- where they remained until 1960. He was a brilliant scholar winning the Hill Medal in 1960 and obtaining a direct entry to the new Medical Faculty in Peradeniya. He had an illustrious University career. I recall the many happy times spent with him in the boarding, in the Sixth form and as a Junior Doctor in the General Hospital Kurunegela. Brian was a resident of the famous "Ambaruk Sevana" doctors quarters at Kurunegala and his Ford Anglia was a "taxi" for the many doctors visiting Colombo for the weekends. Above all I remember him for his polite and pleasant manner and his humility despite his outstanding intellect and many academic achievements. Brian was a proud Ceylonese and a loyal old boy of the school.

Obituary: Brian V. Jegasothy - From the University Times, University of Pennsylvania

Brian V. Jegasothy, former chair of dermatology in the School of Medicine, died last month of cancer and Parkinson's disease. He was 58.

A native of Sri Lanka, Jegasothy came to Pitt as professor of dermatology and chair of the department in 1987, a position he held until 1999. Prior to that he held appointments at the University of Pennsylvania School of Medicine, Duke University Medical Center and Yale University School of Medicine, where he did his dermatology residency. He earned a bachelor's degree in biology in 1961 and a medical degree in 1966, both at the University of Ceylon. He also held a master's from Penn.

He was a member of the Society for Investigative Dermatology, the American Academy of Dermatology, the American Federation for Clinical Research and the American Society for Dermatologic Allergy and Immunology, among others.

Author of several books and hundreds of articles, abstracts and chapters, Jegasothy was a frequent consultant and held several visiting professorships. At Pitt, he served on numerous academic committees, including the medical school executive committee, the graduate medical training subcommittee and committees on residency training for occupational medicine, and health and safety at the Graduate School of Public Health.

Jegasothy helped found the Asian Indian Christian Church of Pittsburgh, an organization serving local members of the Indian subcontinent community.

His wife, Juliet, is medical director of the managed care division at UPMC Health System.

Memorial contributions may be made to the Asian Indian Christian Church of Pittsburgh, 3503 Beechwood Blvd., Pittsburgh 15217.

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KM De Lanerolle's funeral by N.S.Weerasekera

The night of the 9th May, 2001 was indeed one of the stormiest, which yielded to a calm yet rainless, cloudy day to allow for a befitting funeral for Kenneth M de Lanerolle, who passed away on the 5th May, having completed his 90th birthday on the 20th of April. His remains was placed at AF Raymond's to allow the general public who knew him to pay their last respects upto the 9th morning, and thereafter it was transferred to the Wesley College Hall. At the College gate the cortege was met by the Principal, Mr.Dunstan Fernando, and Vice Principal Rev. Shihan Fernando, members of the staff, and Old Boys. A smart guard of honour was presented by the College Prefects, and Boy Scouts, and the casket was then carried, draped in the College Flag by the Prefects, all smartly attired in white longs and Blue Blazers, to the College Hall up the driveway, whilst Marshall ( the aging College Boy) tolled the College Bell, to mourn, as if, the departure of a great friend of Wesley. In the College Hall, the casket was placed on the bier and opened, and there was his mortal remains in a serene slumber of death., dressed in the manner he decreed, which was a simple National costume. Behind him was a garlanded youthful photograph, which normally adorned the walls of the Hall in company with other illustrious principals. Many present would re-call the same Kenneth de Lanerolle, as his elegant smart handsome self, with flowing gown, emerging on the stage from the rear to deliver in his most eloquent and perfectly enunciated diction an address to all present, to which they listened enraptured. It could have been a College Prize Day Report or a morning assembly.

Alas that voice was now stilled that once resonated across the College Hall. A hymn was then sung led by the school choir, and a prayer for his soul was said by the College Chaplain Rev. Shihan Fernando, who also thanked God for the life and service of Kenneth M. de Lanerolle. It was now 2.00pm, and the Principal and staff, old boys and present boys filed past to pay their respects and mourn the loss of great teacher , Principal, Vice Principal of Wesley. More Hymns were sung, and then the clergy Rev. Noel Fernando, Chairman of the Methodist Synod, and Rev. Ratnanayagam arrived to conduct a service at Wesley.

The service began with singing of the Hymn " Thine be the glory, risen conquering son", and was followed by reading from the Holy Bible by Rev. Noel Fernando. Then Hilary de Alwis, a student of Kenneth de Lanerolle, led the congregation in prayer, recalling and thanking God for the personal benefits he received, as well as many hundreds of others, from the guidance and direction he bestowed on his students. Then followed tributes by Shelton Peiris on behalf of Wesley College, and Geoffrey Scott on behalf of Kingswood College. Shelton Peiris dwelt on the many facets of the once very versatile Kenneth de Lanerolle. He was a teacher, elocutionist, with an admirable command of the English language, an actor, artist, photographer, writer and he directed the students' affairs in many disciplines. Geoffrey Scott recalled the valuable contribution he made to Kingswood College, as a fine administrator admired by staff and students alike. Another Hymn was sung, and to close the ceremony two of his grand-nephews Rohan & Ishan de Lanerolle rendered an appropriate duet in their rich baritone voices. Then Rev. Ratnanayagam pronounced the benediction, and family members bade their final farewell before the casket was closed. The casket was draped once again in the College Flag and borne by the College Prefects to the waiting hearse, to take him on his last journey to the Kanatte Cemetery.

The cortege was followed on foot by the senior prefects, scouts and others all the way to the lych gate at Kanatte, where was assembled a large number of old boys of Wesley, and Gentlemen of Kingswood. A long white cord was then attached to the hearse, and Old boys, held this cord upto a distance of hundred feet ahead to slowly vend their way to the crematorium. The pall bearers were Principal of Wesley, Mr. Dunstan Fernando, Principal of Kingswood, Mr.S.Chandrasekera, Mr.Edmund Dissanayake, Mr Tissa Jayatilleke, Mr Terry Benson and Mr Rienzie Wijetillake. The service at the crematorium was conducted by Rev. James Ratnanayagam, in the presence of large and distinguished gathering . In his funeral oration, Rev. Ratnanayagam dwelt on the life of Kenneth de Lanerolle, which he said was one of significant fulfillment. He was an outstanding educationist. He inspired so many many young people in his roles as Principal of several schools. And later served on several committees and formulated policy on several major educational topics. Indeed it was a full life, rich in quality and fulfillment. At the end of the oration a Hymn was sung and thereafter his mortal remains was consigned to the flames, after the benediction.

Among those present were family members , Mrs. Kalindi Wirasingha (daughter) and her husband Dr.Chula Wirasingha, his grand-daughters Shalomi and Chitrangani, Mrs. Lilamani Benson, Mrs Krishni Fernando and Mrs Nirukshi Fernando (nieces), Priya Jayawardena, Rohan de Lanerolle, Harris de Lanerolle and Mohan de Lanerolle nephews, Principals of Wesley and Kingswood, Mr.Dunstan Fernando, Mr.S.Chanderasekera, Emeritus Bishop Swithin Fernando, President and Commitee Members of the Wesley College OBU, and Kingswood Union, Mr. Rienzie Wijetillake and Mr.Asoka Perera. President of the Wesley Welfare Society, Mr.Tyrone Maye, President of the Wesley Sports Club Capt. Navin de Silva., as well as a large and representative gathering too numerous to name. Of the many old boys who turned out in their numbers to pay their last respects to Mr Kenneth de Lanerolle, many made spontaneous and sincere mention to family members of the depth of his influence in their lives. 'He made a man of me,' was what they all seemed to say!

Kenneth M. de Lanerolle by Justice Chandradasa Nanayakkara
It is with a great sense of sorrow that I pen these few words as a tribute to one of my well-loved and revered teachers at whose feet I had the good fortune of studying as a student at Wesley College, Colombo.The demise of Mr. Kenneth M. de Lanerolle who passed away a few days ago, at the ripe old age of ninety, has removed from us yet another outstanding and respected teacher this country has produced. It was only a few months ago that he celebrated his 90th birthday.My own recollection of Mr. Lanerolle goes back to more than five decades ago, when I was admitted to Wesley College as a kindergarden student, when Rev. James Cartman was then the principal, and the late Mr. Lanerolle was vice-principal.Mr. Lanerolle who was a graduate of the University of London, also held a M.A. degree in Linguistics from the University of Michigan, U.S.A. He was a Fellow of the Royal Geographical Society and led many important teams of educationists and teachers to a number of countries.After many years of selfless service as the Vice Principal of Wesley College, he became the head of Kingswood College, Kandy. On retirement after a long and illustrious teaching career, he was appointed the Director of the Asian Christian Service in Vietnam, where for the yeoman services rendered he was awarded the Social Services Medal. Returning from this assignment in Vietnam he devoted himself to the activities of the National Christian Council and served in that organisation in many capacities.

When I joined Wesley College it had on its staff teachers of high calibre who moulded and guided the students upholding, the values and ideals of the highest order with utmost loyalty and dedication.If I were to single out one teacher who had the greatest impact on my life, it was Mr. Lanerolle. He was a teacher par excellence who gave himself to the cause of education and moral upliftment of the children in this country. He was one of the most versatile men I have had the fortune of coming in contact with. He was broadcaster, linguist, sportsman, dramatist, singer and actor. He was an excellent teacher and one of the finest English masters we have had. He was a stickler for grammatical accuracy and his language was unimpeachable. He had remarkable mastery of the English language and made every lesson in English come alive. He was always punctual, smartly and immaculately dressed. He instilled in everyone of us a sense of discipline and dedication. To those in the teaching profession he was and will be an ideal and a shining model. His upright walk along the corridors of the college building was itself an example to the pupils.Mr. Lanerolle belonged to a rare breed of teachers who possessed an extensive knowledge in many fields other than his speciality - the English Language. He has written number of books and contributed extensively to the media.The character of the life he led may be summarized in a few words. He was self-sacrificing, indefatigable, conscientious and sincere. He lived a full fruitful and meaningful life and met his death without having to endure the pangs of protracted illness and suffering.Wesley College and the other education institutions where he served should consider themselves fortunate to have had a man of high eminence and intellectual attainment like Mr. Lanerolle. Students who came under his influence and had the privilege of learning at his feet had their lives determined in one or another by his character and personality. His life was based on Christian principles which he never failed to profess and practice. A few days before his death, 1 went to look him up, addressing me in a feeble voice he said, "Chandradasa, I am now in the Departure Lounge". With his death our country has lost a teacher of undoubted stature who will be difficult to replace.Now this great teacher has gone leaving a void in many places where he was needed and loved. All his pupils and the institutions he served owe a great deal to him and his name will be honoured with undying gratitude for many generations to come.

Mr. Lanerolle is now no more but his noble resplendent spirit will remain with us.

May he rest in peace!

Kenneth M. de Lanerolle

With the death of Kenneth M. de Lanerolle in May this year at the age of 90, the life of an illustrious educationist ended.

Educated at Richmond, he was successively Vice Principal of Wesley, Principal of Kingswood and Principal of Wesley - all of them Methodist institutions set up in the 19th century in the noblest traditions of a liberal education by illustrious principals, Darrell, Blaze and Highfield. De Lanerolle picked up his role from them as a versatile, and gifted teacher, linguist, novelist, broadcaster, actor, playwright, poet, humorist, painter, geographer, public speaker and administrator.All these talents were gracefully blended in one outstanding school principal - the likes of which we will never see again in our grim educational landscape. My association with Mr. de Lanerolle was mainly, though by no means exclusively, in the field of English teaching, a vocation we shared. The late Minister of Education Dr. Badi-ud-din Mahmud hand- picked him to head a Committee of Inquiry into the Teaching of English in the Schools of Sri Lanka (CITE). The leadership he gave to this committee and the commitment and zeal with which he accomplished an important assignment designed to give our country "a place in the sun" are etched in my memory and undoubtedly in the memories of those who were associated with him in his task.'A Place in the Sun' was the apt title he gave to his report, which consisted of two parts and ran into 382 mimeographed pages. It appeared in 1973 in the aftermath of the lunar conquest, that "giant leap for mankind".

De Lanerolle's report contained 21 chapters, whose titles give an idea of the scope of its coverage: * The role of English in South and South East Asia; English in Sri Lanka; The Demands for English; English in the Schools; Outline of a Plan.* Beginning English; the Four Year Course; English in Schools after NCGE: The use of the Mother Tongue in TESL; Libraries, Preparation of Classroom Material and Creative Works in English; The Place of Literature;* Evaluating and Testing; Learning and Teaching in and out of school; Recruitment and Deployment of Teachers; The Good English Teacher; Teacher Education; Regional English Units; The Administration of English, Research and International Contacts. We wonder, as did de Lanerolle in the last lap of his earthy sojourn, if the present educational establishment has even heard of a report titled "A Place in the Sun". Professor Gooneratne's brief communique to CITE sounds true, after all: It's not only English teaching that is dead but most of the members of the committee that inquired into it, not to speak of Minister Mahmud and a good many of those who submitted their excellent oral and written submissions.

For me, to remember Kenneth de Lanerolle is to summon up, among many other remembrances, CITE and the long hours I spent with him in a truly educative experience producing A Place in the Sun". CN

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Mr A.J.Vethanayagam by Rev Rohan Wijesinghe

In 1972 I took part in a six month Asia Youth Leadership Training programme. This took me to the Philippines for close to four months. I did not know that the Methodist Church in Sri Lanka sent Mr. Vethanayagam for a similar training programme almost as soon as I left the Philippines. I learnt with much sadness from my Philippians Counter part that Mr. Vethanayagam died in a boating accident. I remember some of those boating rides: They were most challenging!!

Addendum by Dr.N.D.Amerasekera

I remember Mr.Vethanayagam when he was a Boarding Master. He was a kind and gentle person not very fond of sports, as I recall. He was affectionately called Vetha . Mr.Vethanayagam left the hostel after his marriage but never failed to greet us with a smile on the corridor in the years that followed. Mr.Vetha took an active interest in the Tamil stream of the school and remember being involved in many of the Tamil plays. He was a deeply religious person and served the school for well over 25 years.

May his Soul Rest in Peace

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Mr. JLF (Fred) De Mel Remembered by Dr Nihal D Amerasekera

He was the Headmaster of the school during my time at Wesley in the 1950's. In outward appearance and dress JLF might have been mistaken for a pillar of the Establishment. In reality he was quite the opposite. He was one of God's good men in the harsh environment of education in the 1950's. He was a kind man who spoke softly whatever the situation. His achievements were based on his personal commitment and owed much to his distinctive style.

Though self-effacing in manner and absorbed in the challenges of his own Profession, he was admired by his peers as one of the most effective Headmasters of his time. He soon showed his quality as a leader and gained the complete trust and affection of his staff. JLF possessed the invaluable gift of inspiring those who worked with him to achieve things that they had not previously believed they could do. He worked tirelessly to achieve his goals as a teacher. Behind a deceptively bland exterior there was always a shrewd mind and a firm hand. JLF was known for his diplomacy and caring ways. He combined wit and charm with integrity, professional modesty and quiet determination. He served at Wesley for well over 25 years and grew old gracefully with great respect and dignity.

JLF believed in the power of preaching and delivered clear and concise teachings at assembly which were non patronising and simple. He came to the Hostel once a week to take the prayers on a Tuesday at 7.45pm. He was always a pious man and a tireless crusader. He did not seek to convert boys to Christianity but made religion accessible and available to those who seek it. He had an indefatigable faith and sense of mission. His Christianity was all about people and was a regular visitor to the Welikada Jail. His faith was strong, simple and serene. He was a devoted teacher to his students at school, taking great care especially of those who fell into any kind of trouble. His pastoral skills were displayed in his care of those at Wesley. JLF will be fondly remembered by the Wesleyites whose lives he touched.

Generations of Wesleyites as well as their families and friends have relied on JLF's advice, prayers and support at times of confusion loss pain and sorrow. He has also gone on to share their good times of hope and glory.

He lived for many years in the Wesley College Flats with his wife, young daughters and son, Prem. He and the family were well known to the schoolboys and his pretty daughters brightened the functions at College no end. I was saddened to hear Prem who was a Wesleyite died young in Perth Western Australia. He was a smiler and was a happy lad, always. To be the son of the Headmaster at school couldn't have been easy. We remember Prem's life and times at Wesley College with great affection.

I remember JLF De Mel lived in Kolonnawa in a lovely house on a hill between 1959 and 1961. I too lived in Kolonnawa during that time in my 6th Form years. he may have been retired then and managing the Welfare Board.

JLF was admitted to my ward in the General Hospital Colombo when he got a severe heart attack in 1974. When he was terminally ill, as I attended to him, he asked me aren't you a Wesleyite. I said yes, which made him smile. He was promptly transferred to the Coronary care unit where he passed away the next day. His family was with him until the very end.

Mr JLF De Mel's contributions to Wesley College were unparalleled. His death, a great loss.

We remember most warmly Fred and Prem De Mel for their contribution to our lives at school.

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J.L.F.De Mel - An Appreciation From the Centenary Souvenir

"One of God's good men" So said those who knew you then, You loved beauty and honesty, High ideals mixed with simplicity, Alas to your glorious life came the end; You died as you lived-everyone's friend. Fred de Mel veteran and beloved Head- master of Wesley College, was called for higher service, quite suddenly, at the age of 74, on the 2nd of January 1974. The vast number of old Wesleyites, his colleagues, friends and relations who gathered to pay their last respects, proved his popularity. He joined Wesley College and served there right through for 30 years until he retired in 1959, as Headmaster, having acted for some time as Vice-Principal. During his long stay at Wesley, Fred was one of the most painstaking teachers. He was at one time Secretary, and later President, of the Teachers' Guild. He was Cricket Master from 1947 to 1959. He took a keen interest in the Staff Tennis Club and in the S. C. M. He spent his leisure time teaching English to the prisoners at Welikade Jail. These prisoners always looked forward eagerly to the arrival of Fred de Mel with his band of helpers. He threw himself into every activity at portion in life, good or bad, he accepted with unswerving faith and thankfulness. He did not banker after praise or high office. He bore no ill-will toward anyone. Injustice raised his anger but there was never any malice. Fred de Mel was a firm administrator and disciplinarian. All shoddy work was abhorrent to him. The teachers of Wesley will know what keen understanding and insight be had regarding the duties and responsibility- ties of a good teacher. His loving concern for Wesley exceeded even that of an Old Boy and everything was done for Wesley, not with a fanfare of trumpets, but with a quiet graciousness of spirit so that no one person in the College knew all he did. He was a practicing Christian, transparently honest and sincere. When Wesley opted to be a non-fee-levying private school in 1960 and formed a Welfare Society, the unanimous choice for secretary was, of course, Fred de Mel. He, perhaps, worked harder in this capacity than when on the staff.

Arunachalam (Chuttie) Ramachandra by HSATP

On that memorable morning of March the 9th., the College Centenary Old Boys' Cricket March began, and Rama stepped out of the Pavilion from among some of his life-long friends and his wife Sushila, no one thought that it would be his last glorious hour with them. In sun-drenched enthusiasm he played, displaying that same schoolboy zest and vigour (capturing two wickets for 13 runs) and urging the others on. Then, even in his moment of glory, without the least warning, the Grim Reaper brought his innings to an abrupt and unexpected end. Rama-"Chuttie" to his close friends- was always gentle and unruffled, his cherubic smile draining the fire out of us when we ignored reason. Like his illustrious cousin, M. Sathasivam cricket was Rama's first love, and with this passion he brought honour to Wesley and a sparkle to her cricket in the forties. He was a College Prefect and the First XI Vice-Captain in 1944/45. He was a keen student and later proceeded to read law at Lincoln's Inn. On his return he was saddled with the responsibility of managing the family estates, which Rama did with characteristic efficiency. And now he has gone ahead, having played his last earthly innings with no complaint, wearing that typical smile, to that Pavilion of the Immortals, and to his eternal rest. His 'Ashes' shall be retained in the urns of our memory for all time.

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Revised 8th March 2010

Maxwell De Alwis --- A Tribute by Dr.N.D.Amerasekera

My first recollection of M.Y.de Alwis is as a Prefect at Wesley dressed in brilliant white standing by a hall door at school assembly. Thereafter he gained entrance to the University of Peradeniya. After obtaining his Bachelor of Arts degree he joined the staff of Wesley College. He taught English and History to the 6th Formers and was a gifted teacher.

It is more than 50 years ago 1954-56 when Maxwell de Alwis was the Senior Hostel Master. He was slim and tall and had a forever-youthful look. He spoke to us with his tenor voice, at times firmly. I remember he maintained good rapport with the senior students but the juniors feared his temper. He used the cane sparingly and kept good order in the boarding. Sports was never his passion and was rarely seen at Campbell Park. Classical Music was his life and his radio echoed his love of Mozart and Beethoven. In the hostel we often saw him wearing a scarf round his neck giving us the impression he was unwell. He had no time for small talk and spoke about things that mattered in day to day life in the boarding.

His real gift was in the sphere of choir training and conducting. He established the School Choir and made it fashionable to be a Chorister giving them special privileges. I recall the choir practices on Sunday afternoons and after prep on weekdays as most choristers were boarders. Cecil and Arthur Barbut, S.K. and Ranjit Seneviratne, NAB Fernando, Senaka Jayasinghe, E.Y.Buell, Nimal Sureweere, Daya Peiris, Kenneth Anthonisz, Sheriff Fallil, Michael Christoffelsz BCRN Fernando, NGA Fernando are some of the names that come to mind.

Some Sundays we sang at the Maradana Methodist Church. I particularly remember singing at Mr.Wilfred Wickramasinghe's Wedding (He married Miss Pinto-Jayawardene who was our singing teacher) . The treble, Alto,Tenor and Base singers brought beautiful four part harmony thanks to the efforts of Maxwell De Alwis. "Maxy" as he was affectionately called conducted the proceedings. The production Alad-in-and Out produced glorious performances and was a hit right from the start. It was shown also at Wesley College and also Kingswood College Kandy. These performances garnered glowing reviews. Miss Mary Colin Thome provided the piano accompaniment. During Easter we sang Jesu Joy of Man's desiring and other works by Palestrina. During Lent there was an invitation from The Royal Air force Base at Katunayake to sing those special Lenten Hymns and sacred songs. Joy Gunewickrema sang a baritone solo which was well received. For Christmas there were the Nine Lessons and carols sung at the Maradana Church and at Wesley College. Dayaprasad Peiris and Nimal Sureweere were the solo singers. I particularly recall singing " In Dulci Jubilo" all in Latin. Maxwell De Alwis always kept our interest alive by introducing barber shop quartets and remember Lyle Godridge singing baritone, at school, for a lively Group. Despite the hours of gruelling practices it was a marvellously harmonius time for us all. The camaraderie of the choristers out lived our school lives many times over.

The highlight of our Choir Calendar was our Carols by Candlelight. Maxwell De Alwis hired a coach which took us to the houses of old boys and well wishers. After singing the carols we were showered with gifts and food. We enjoyed this immensely and was great night out. Perhaps the "Boss" considered this a special treat for the Choristers who had worked hard all year round.

Maxwell De Alwis was one of the most inspired and charismatic choirmasters of his generation. it was at Wesley College that his supreme skill as a choir trainer came to fruition. The expressive sound quality that he produced from the choristers was outstanding, and more than a match for the work being done by his high-profile contemporaries in other prominent schools in Colombo and Kandy. His presence was commanding, and he gave his time generously to develop a fine Choir at school. He was a demanding taskmaster and choir discipline was always strict. Any hint of laziness or total commitment to the choir would infuriate him. He was inspirational and a master of detail at times difficult to please. Rehearsals were a testing time for everyone. Yet the choristers gave him their loyalty, respect and affection; and, later in life, grateful recognition that he had enabled them to sing at a level of excellence they had thought unattainable. The singing of hymns – musically, rhythmically and with clear enunciation of the words – was renowned throughout the country.

Through his passion for the Choir, he gave his choristers the key to phrasing, dynamics, tone-colour and expression. The result was a sublime sound most pleasing to the ear. Whether he was piloting the choir through uncharted musical territory, or rehearsing an apparently simple Hymn, he infused music with life and energy. When the music began, magic filled the air and thrilled the audiences wherever we sang.

Maxwell De Alwis was a very private person outside his choir work. The school Choir was his pride and joy. He was a strict disciplinarian but remained very practical and kind. His brother who was also a boarder was treated like the rest of usl. Students loved him, and so did his colleagues, to whom he was generous with his time, interest and encouragement. He was a man who enjoyed simple things, a man of unostentatious spirituality, a man whose happiness was contagious. There were time when I felt although he was physically with us his mind was far away. Maxwell De Alwis suffered with poor health for many years.

Maxwell De Alwis never married. He left Wesley to join a Christian Organisation for which he worked for several years before becoming a Priest. He became an immensely likeable man of charm and sensibility, exuding in every contact the courtesy and kindliness well suited for his new chosen profession. I was deeply saddened to hear that Rev.Maxwell De Alwis died in the early 1970's at the General Hospital Colombo. We appreciate greatly what he has achieved in his short but eventful life. He was still loved and respected at Wesley. He will always be remembered for his immense contribution to the life of the school and the wonderful Choir he established.

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Rev. Samuel Rowse WILKIN,

Born 14/02/1849. Died 16/02/1918.
Served: Ceylon 1873-1889

The true character of a school is reflected in the school magazine as it mirrors both its virtues and weaknesses. Our first school magazine was published during Rev. Wilkin's period. Before taking over Richmond College, he served as the first principal of Wesley College from 1837 to 1887. Therefore, when he assumed duties at Richmond in 1882, he was already well experienced in administering a school. During his period, the syllabuses were expanded substantially, and the children were trained to sit, first Calcutta University examinations, and in 1884 the Cambridge examinations. He also added shorthand and woodwork to the school curriculum. He was also responsible in providing new facilities to the hostel. A new dormitory and hall were constructed during his time. Rev. Wilkin was born in England on 14th February, 1849. He entered Church in 1873, and arrived in Sri Lanka on the 25th October of the same year. He left for England in April, 1888, and died on 16th February, 1918

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Rev. Arthur SHIPHAM,

Born 20/11/1854. Died 02/02/1927. Served:
Ceylon 1875-1888. Married: to FRANCIS, Annie

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Rev. Samuel HILL,

Born 8/12/1853. Died 25/11/1885. Served: Ceylon
1879-death

Samuel Hill, who was born in Lancaster on 8th December, 1853, became a missionary in 1878. He arrived in Ceylon a year later, succeeding Rev. Langdon as the principal of Richmond College. He did a distinctive service, specially in raising the standard of the school in the academic context. During his period, the boys of Richmond excelled in public examinations. It was on his recommendation as principal that the decision was taken by the District Committee of the Methodist Mission to rename the school as Richmond College. Rev. Hill has published a few books on English grammar. Professor D. M. De Z. Wickremasinghe, who was a famous scholar, was a pupil of Rev. Hill. He left Richmond in 1882 and for nearly two years did missionary work in Moratuwa. He also held the post of principal of Wesley College from 1884-85. Rev. Hill died in Colombo on 25th November, 1885

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Rev. Thomas MOSCROP,

Born 29/04/1860. Died 07/07/1920. Served: Ceylon
1883-1900. Married: DUCKERS, Emma Ellen

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Rev. Thomas Coke HILLARD,

Born 29/11/1862. Died 27/08/1927.
Served: Ceylon 1888-1895. Married: STEPHENSON, Henrietta

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Rev. Joseph PASSMORE,

Born 20/07/1865. Died 20/04/1936. Served:
Ceylon 1891-1903; Madras 1908-1927. Married: CARDER, Marion

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Rev. Henry HIGHFIELD,.

Born 22/12/1865. Died 01/02/1955. Served:
Ceylon 1895-1926. Son of Rev. G Highfield. Married: 1) 22/08/1899
to
BUCK, Minnie W 2) 1908 to LEDGER, Mary (or May) Frances.

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Rev. Albert HUTCHINSON,

Born 1893. Died - unknown. Served: Ceylon
1925-1929. Married: ARMITAGE, Doris M.

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Rev. John DALBY,

Born 02/04/1898. Died - 30th Dec 1989. Served Ceylon,
1924-1944. Served: Ceylon 1924-1944. Worked as layman [Education?]
1924-1938, entered ministry 1938. Married: 1926, to Christina (maiden
name unknown)

He was born in Leeds, England on 2nd April 1898. After graduating from Oxford University, he arrived in Ceylon in 1924 as the Vice Principal of Wesley College and in 1939 he was appointed as Principal of Richmond College. Mr. Dalby who devoted his entire life to the service of God and education passed away on 30th December 1989.

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Rev. David S. T. IZZETT,

DAVID STEWART THOMAS IZZETT: born in Croydon on 29th June 1910; educated at Croydon High School for Boys and then gained a BA (Honours) and AKC at Kings College, London. He taught for a year in Cairo, returning home to candidate. He entered Wesley House, Cambridge, completing his studies in Berlin, sharing the Finch Travelling Scholarship with the Revd Raymond George. His first station was five years with the MMS in Ceylon, where he was ordained and where he finished as Principal of Wesley College, Colombo. In 1943 he became an army chaplain, serving in Burma and Palestine; whilst on leave he married Eleanor. Service at home was followed by a three-year posting to Egypt, a fruitful period when a number of service personnel accepted Christ, twelve of whom went on to serve in the ministry of various denominations. Further postings at home followed, culminating with his appointment as Senior Methodist Chaplain, based at Aldershot. He finished service after twenty three years in the army, reaching the rank of Colonel. In 1966 he moved to his first home station, as Superintendent of the Watford Circuit. Service in the Winchmore Hill Church followed. On retirement he resigned from the ministry out of principle, serving as field secretary for the Bibl Lands Society. Eleanor died in 1977. A year later he married Lucy and moved to Hemel Hempstead. Here he felt challenged to apply for reinstatement, becoming much loved within the Circuit. He preached with a depth of scholarship which was accessible to ordinary people. A man of tremendous intellect, he was a Fellow of the Royal Philatelic Society; an expert in archaeology; a keen gardener; chairman of the local Probus Club; National President of the Bible Lands Society and Vice-President of the Garden Tomb Association; a member of the Wesley College (Colombo) Old Boys Association and the Burma Star Association. He delighted in his children, Paul, Mark, Timothy and Hilary and their families, and was cared for with great devotion by Lucy. David’s life was a pilgrimage, to many places, into many areas of secular, intellectual and community life and a spiritual pilgrimage as well. In his own words ‘It has all been by God’s grace, all of grace.’ He died on 5th May 1999 in the eighty-ninth year of his age and the sixty-fourth year of his ministry.

Born 29/07/1910. Died - 5th May 1999. Served: Ceylon 1938-1944. Married. He was the Parish Priest at Winchmore Hill, Enfield in North London for many years and was a friend to old Wesleyites during that time.

Chaplain of His Majesty's Armed Forces in 1943, Rev. Izzett was Principal of Wesley two years before (1941 and 1942). Returning to his native England, Rev. Izzet kept in close touch with the Old Boys in Sri Lanka and the United Kingdom Branch. His last message to the school was recorded and published in the 125th Anniversary Year's Souvenir.

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Rev. James CARTMAN,

Born 15/08/1910. Died - 1998. Served
Ceylon 1938-1950

REV. JAMES Cartman, a former Principal of Wesley College, passed away in England on January 28 at the age of 87 years. He was known as the cricketing padre. Rev. Cartman was Wesley's head from 1945 to 1949 and during this period, Wesley fared well in sports. Having played for the Colombo Cricket Club (CCC), Rev. Cartman, was the first president of the Ceylon Schools Cricket Association. On his retirement, Rev. Cartman, was appointed by the government to be the Student's Welfare Officer at the Ceylon High Commission in London. He leaves behind his wife Winifred and daughter Christine Waver. His funeral takes place in London on February 5.

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Mr.Terrence N de Zylva by Dr.N.D.Amerasekera

I first came across Mr. de Zylva when I was a boarder at Wesley. He was omnipresent at all Old Boys' events and at sports events of the school. Always immaculately dressed be it in National Costume or Western dress he carried himself with authority and style. Mr. Zylva was a keen tennis player and played doubles with Mr. Oorloff, JLF De Mel and Mr. Wilfred. Sadly none of them are with us today. Often we were ball boys enjoying the game. Terrence de Zylva contributed most generously to the Wesley building fund and it would surprise me greatly if he does not have a plaque in his memory at Wesley. He showed utmost kindness to the schoolboys at the time and in turn earned our respect.

Outside school he was a left wing politician and had great support at Kolonnawa where he was involved in Local Government politics. He was a Councillor for the Kolonnawa Urban Council for many years. He was, above all, one of the well-loved and respected socialist of his time. At Kolonnawa he is remembered as a philanthropist for starting a school for the local children, now called the Terrence de Zilva School. The clever children of that school gained a place at Wesley with his support and I recall one such student who entered the Medical College Colombo and is now a General Practitioner in London.

"Terrence N. de Zylva was a school teacher, a live wire of the "Suriya Mal Campaign" and founded Kolonnawa Vidyalaya. He was later jailed during the second world war - many of his students were in the LSSP" said Bracegirdle, the veteran British Socialist who then lived in Ceylon. Suriya Mal, the anti-Poppy day movement also took a stance against war. Terence de Zylva, claimed that it was "definitely anti-war" and urged people to prevent money going out "to help the British Empire wage wars for the purpose of dividing the World." November 11th thus became a moment not for celebrating war "heroes" but for reflection on an anti-war agenda, on imperial rule and on the dangers of fascism that loomed large in the 1930s

Terrence de Zylva died in 1960 at the age of 73 . His casket was placed in our Assembly hall when Old Boys and present pupils paid their respects. The funeral was at the Kolonnawa Cemetery and I remember being one of several hundred gathered there. Of the numerous distinguished old boys Sir Oliver Goonetilleke was there to say goodbye to his friend and colleague.

He was a man of principles and honour and supported the school most generously.

May he attain Nirvana

Rodney Trevor Schokman by AB and GR

They will soar on wings like eagles;

they will run and not grow weary,

they will walk and not be faint”

Isaiah 40:31 rsv

29.09.32 to 15.05.2001

It was in 1946 that I first met Rodney.- the school was moving from its wartime abode to the present premises. For reasons unknown to me I was admitted to the 7th standard. The class teacher Mr Weragoda introduced me as the new boy and as I was the smallest in the class he made it a point to emphasise that I was to be treated with respect and care. This introduction had a reverse effect for I was immediately set upon for some good-natured ‘teasing’-and my resecuer happened to a gangling ever smiling Rodney Schokman, who was nicknamed DragonFly. Rodney was my protector and our friendship developed, that was to last for close to 45 years. Others in class were George Robertson, Bryan Claesen, Neil Gallagher, Arthlow Chapman to name a few.

Rodney had no hesitation to stand up to the bullies and was always working for the underdog. He became a very effective and powerful trade Union leader, and with his lovely wife Olive became a key member of the CMU under the leadership of Bala Tampoe the great Union Leader, Parliamentarian and Advocate. It was said that on all policy matters of this Union, Olive and Rodney were consulted. Such was the respect that even now Bala Tampoe is a personal and good friend of the Schokmans.It could be said that a aquatic section of Wesley College was first inaugurated at Mount Lavania beach when Wesleyites in hordes arrived to watch the Wesley /St Thomas cricket. When things were going bad for Wesley,time was spent in the sea and Rodney was our leader. Sometime later swimming became more popular and again Rodney, although not proficient as a swimmer participated in aquatics at Kinross Swimming & Life Saving Club. . David Schokman and Trevor Ebert won bronze medals for life saving – Gordon Amarasekera , Tissa Amarasinha, Vernon and Chris Speldwewinde ,Earnest Algama were all proficient swimmers. Rodney was a keen follower of KS &LS C. and wanted to be a spear fisherman he teamed up with Gordon for forays into the sea, but his visits to the Club became a little infrequent and we gathered then that he had met, and , was enchanted by the beautiful Olive.

Rodney, “Kuiya” Herat, Tissa Amarasinghe were our cheer leaders and as schoolboys I used to look forward to the sporting rivalry, songs and hilarious antics by the Wesley Cheer Squad: and the Josephians led by the Aloysius Brothers- Hubert , Dennis & Peter. Such sporting rivalry is sadly not seen in sport today in any part of the world.Rodney was a good and loyal friend, a staunch and true Wesleyite and had bore no illwill to anyone. Rodney used to look forward to occasions organised by the OBU and sang the school song with great gusto and pride. On the 15th of May 2001, Rodney passed away after a brief illness.

A large congregation of family and friends gathered at St David’s Anglican Church, Moorabbin to pay their last respects at a service dedicated to the life of a dear family member and colleague.The Pall-bearers at the grave side were all Old Boys of Wesley, whilst a choir of Old Boys led the singing of the College song, followed by the War Cry.So Rodney went to his eternal rest with the full blooded roar of “Zam Zam Zackie!!” from all his friends floating up to the Heavens We have lost a great friend and LOYAL Wesleyite.

To Olive and family you always will be a part of the greater Wesley College, Colombo family in Melbourne.

Rest in Peace , Rodney.

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Ranjit and Vernon Kulatunge by Dr.N.D.Amerasekera

The brothers were Wesleyites and lived up the hill at Station Road Nugegoda overlooking the Railway Station. I remember playing cricket with them in their front garden well looked after by their very kind and generous parents. Ranjit was in STD 5 in 1950 and Vernon was a couple of years senior to him. Vernon was a quiet lad and a regular at Church and a Chorister at the St.Johns Church Nugegoda. Ranjit was a more jovial person and kept us entertained as we all travelled in a gang by the KV line train to Baseline Road and back. I remember Ranjit playing cricket at small park with his mates. After the Senior School Certificate they both left school and after some years emigrated to the United Kingdom in the 1960's. Vernon led a troubled life abroad and died in the mid 1970's. Ranjit Lived in Stanmore near London. Sadly our paths did not cross. After a prolonged illness he passed away in the year 2000. I recall the happy times and the fun all those years ago. Personally, they still seem young and invincible in my memory. They both were loyal Wesleyites and will be sorely missed by their numerous school friends.

May their Souls Rest in Peace

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Mr.Wilfred Wickramasinghe. by Dr.N.D.Amerasekera

Mr.D.W.Wilfred as he was called then was a Hostel Master when I became a boarder in 1952. He brought an air of calm and courteous authority to the school and the hostel. With his softly-insistent voice, DW always looked assured, comfortable and confident in his role as a teacher. He was strict but kind. In Std 4 he was my classmaster and I still recall the thrashings we received with the ruler and the pinching of the tummy for various misdemeanours. We weren't angels and these helped to maintain sanity in the classroom.

He was an experienced teacher, with a strong sense of public service – and both strands were evident in his career. He took an active part in Primary School Drama and House Plays. After students left his class they experinced his kindness and generosity. Mr.Wilfred was in charge of the school book shop at the back of the assembly hall. Business was brisk and all the cash-only deals were done through a small cubby hole. He did yeoman service in charge of the school 14th Colombo Cub Pack.

After a long courtship, I remember his marriage to the singing teacher Miss. Pinto Jayawardene. We sang in the choir at their wedding at the Maradana Methodist Church. Their son, Athula, attended Wesley College as they lived in the School Flats and played cricket for the school 1st XI team. The Wilfreds showed their immense warmth and hospitality to a generation of boarders when we were invited to short eats and drinks on Saturday evenings. He was extremely proud of his role as a family man and never allowed the demands of other duties to infringe upon it

In teaching where modesty is not a common fault, he stood out as warm-hearted and self-effacing, with a talent for friendship in the staff room. After leaving school I met him many times at Campbell Park watching cricket on a Saturday afternoon. He always wore a broad smile which is what I will always remember of Mr. Wilfred. I was deeply saddened to hear he passed away in the 1980's. His friendship, wise counsel, and talent for organisation will be sorely missed by the school which depended on them greatly . He was so much a part of our lives, then, that it is difficult to comprehend that we will not see him again. On looking back, probably, no one else ended a career in teaching with more friends than Mr Wilfred Wickramasinghe.

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Bertus Perera - Retired Deputy Inspector General of Police. (July 1, 1999)

PERERA ­ BERTUS Retired Deputy Inspector General of Police. Loving husband of Manel, father of Christo, Michael, Jerome, Tony, Shanali and Adrian, son of Virginia and late Victor, father-in-law of Roshani, Hema, Nicky, Deepthi and Rozanne, brother of late Clarice, Junie, Denzil, Neville, Cynthia and Roger, brother-in-law of late R. Aliraja, late Brig. Denis Hapugala, Joyce, Srimal, Walter Danthanarayana, Shanthi Fernando, and Jayantha de Silva. Cortege leaves residence 14, Ramanathan Avenue, Dehiwala at 2.30 p.m. for Cremation at General Cemetery Kanatte Saturday 3rd July.

Played cricket for Wesley and the Ceylon Police. He was a distinguished and loyal old boy of the school. He was an all round sportsman. Bertus with another Wesleyite L.Abeywardene were in the Combined Colleges Cricket team which played against the touring West Indies side in 1950. West Indies team was captained by John Goddard and included Jeff Stollmeyer, George Headley (Black Bradman), Clyde Wolcott, Everton Weekes, C. A. Mcwatt, W. Ferguson, George Carew. The match was played at the Colombo Oval (Saravanamuttu Stadium).
Died July 1st 1999

May he find Eternal Peace.

Gamini Nissanke JAYAWEERA - By Dr.N.D.Amerasekera

Director - (Resorts) Ceylon Tourist Board. Beloved husband of Sriyani, loving father of Dushantha (U.S.A.), brother of Vivian, Manel and Nelum (U.K.), Died November 2001.

I remember him at College as an ebullient lively student good at sports. Whenever there was cricket or soccer matches in the small park at intervals he was in the thick of it. Gamini was a strong lad. Sometimes he rebelled against rules and regulations at school like the rest of us. We will always remember his cheeky grin and the ever present naughtiness. He made us laugh by his antics. He always played hard but had the kindness and gentleness which made him a popular student- loved by all. Gamini had a huge impact on everyone he met.

On leaving school he took with him the best traditions of his education at Wesley College. He brought to his profession a special mix of Christian-inspired ethics combined with a social discipline that was unique at a time of great tension in the country. These qualities were also tinged with a quiet, dignity of purpose that almost certainly matured during his years of service. Although unconventional he had the ambition and the determination to achieve a high position in the Ceylon Tourist Board. As a Director his leadership qualities, charisma, hard work and honesty was recognised and respected. Gamini was one of a number of pioneers who reshaped the industry into its modern form. He grew into the assured leader of a highly skilled team

He was always incredibly generous. Gamini never needed any help integrating; his warm and irreverent personality attracted friends from all over the country many of whom benefited from his generosity. Gamini managed to keep both his principles and his good humour while at work. During difficult times a smile would ease itself across his face, a hand would stretch out, and a warm, candid friendship would be on offer.

His father L.V.Jayaweera (Sr) was the Boxing Coach at school and the brother Vivian a very popular student.

He cared so much for others that he neglected his own health. His work routine was not calculated to foster long life. It is sad to lose a friend at a relatively young age of 58 but Gamini had time to pack much into a short but eventful life. His untimely death is a great loss to the organisation but more so to his close family and friends. He will be sorely missed for many more years to come. (I am greatly indebted to the late MW Wickremaratne, a fellow Wesleyite who worked with Gamini in the Ceylon Tourist Board, for providing the information about his friend and colleague.)

Addendum - an exemplary officer was Gamini Jayaweera by Hope Todd
Gamini Jayaweera, a director of the Ceylon Tourist Board, passed away recently.

He was on circuit, staying the night at the Gurulupotha Rest House at Hasalaka when he suffered a heart attack which led to his demise. Gamini was an exemplary officer with a high sense of dedication and sensitivity. He worked with me during my assignments with the Tourist Board. A loving husband and father, he leaves behind Sriyani and Dushyantha who will miss his guidance and presence. Let there be more of his ilk in this country!

May the turf lie gently over his mortal remains!

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Surendran Thiruchelvam (June 2001) By Ruhanie Perera and Rochelle Jansen

Life is short. Accidents happen. But we will never understand why this talented young man was cruelly snatched away at just twenty one - to be buried on his mother's birthday.
Surendran (Suren) Thiruchelvam was a guy like any his age. Full of dreams, plans and an unquenchable thirst for life. Suren loved life. And lived each day to its fullest. He had a ready smile at all times and never wanted to be a burden to anyone. He was an honest, hard worker who did his best at any given task - be it at school, at home or at work as a marketing executive of MTV. He earned the respect of peers and superiors. He didn't smoke or drink but he liked to 'eye' beautiful damsels like any guy his age. "Suren was a keen student of Wesley College, with great leadership qualities, and talents in singing and drama," said a teacher of his fondly remembering this young lad. "He respected his teachers and never forgot them." Suren had a vision in life. He wanted to be a priest. And not wanting to be a burden to anyone, especially not to his widowed mother, he wanted to be financially stable before embarking on his journey in the ministry.

He had, only recently, successfully completed a business management exam. And had enrolled for further studies. Yet today, of what use has all that studying and all those plans been to Suren? He drowned.

It was an accident. His family last remember, a happy carefree Suren, playing with his little niece whom he adored, spreading a little sunshine into the lives of others: and later asking his mother to wake him up in the morning because he had to leave early…. Mrs. Thiruchelvam's last conversation with her son was over the phone, "be careful" she begged him. She received a typical reply of youth: "Why are you getting scared? Nothing will happen. I'll come home carefully."What a twisted prank fate played on them all. Or was it fate? There are too many grey patches in the picture. Inspector U. L. A. Namasinghe of the Theldeniya Police Station in charge of the investigation said, "A group of six friends, including Surendran Tiruchelvam, left Colombo on June 16 around 11 a.m. to attend a colleague's wedding held at the Earl's Regency Hotel, Kandy. "On reaching Kandy in the afternoon the group checked into Digana Village, a holiday resort, to have lunch and later on get ready for the wedding. With the swimming pool on the premises they decided to go for a swim as well. "Lunch was served near the pool and after that some of them ordered drinks. Suren however, did not have any.

"Having finished lunch and a swim the friends left the pool, but Suren and another friend stayed on and went back into the pool. "Suren, who couldn't swim stayed on in the shallow end while his friend went diving in the deep end.

"After a while his friend noticed that Suren was missing, and began looking for him. It was some time later that he, together with the pool attendent found Suren. "How exactly he drowned, or what exactly happened at that point, we will never know," said Inspector Namasinghe. Suren's body was found at the point where there is a drop in the levels of depth in the pool. Suren was taken to the Kandy hospital where his death was confirmed. The verdict at the inquest was - accidental death by drowning. Accident it may have been, but this is one that need not have happened. Suren's death leaves us with many unanswered questions. How did he drown in a pool? What if he knew to swim? What if a trained lifeguard had been present, would he still be alive today? What if CPR (Cardiopulmonary Resuscitation) had been administered as soon as he was found, would that have saved him? We will never know. What of the other questions that can be raised when one thinks of having a good time? Do we always take into account the dangers involved? "It's shocking, he was laughing and joking all the time, I can't believe he's no more," uttered a grief-stricken friend.

Six friends went.
Five came back.

Edward James MELDER - (Eddie) by Dr.N.D.Amerasekera

Loving father of Michelle, Natalie, Keith and Lindsay , expired. 14th January 2002

I remember EJ in the boarding as a quiet, decent friend. He was a kind and helpful person. Though not a cricketer he had a tremendous love for the game. I remember he wrote in my autograph book some poignant verse which has been sadly mislaid. I last met him on Church Street Nugegoda when I was a medical student in 1963, now nearly 40 years ago. We had a long chat about the hostel days and the mutual friends. Since then our paths never crossed. I have often thought about him wondering how life treated him. I was deeply saddened to hear he led a troubled life but was encouraged to note Eddie was greatly appreciated at the Chartered Bank as a skilful worker and a good colleague. Amongst his numerous friends he was well known for his endearing qualities and social skills. "A party man at heart". My condolences go out to his family.

My Thanks to Victor Melder for the rapid response to the request for information.

A letter from Fazli Sameer Riyadh, Saudi Arabia.

If I may say a few words about Eddie which you may be able to use in your appreciation as I knew him during the period 1969-79:-

Eddie and I worked at The Chartered Bank, in the Fort, Colombo, during the period 1969-79. I think Eddie joined the bank after me as my mind is a bit cloudy about that fact right now, going on 54 (Feb-16-2002 hopefully).Eddie was A true Cricket BUFF. He loved the game more than anything else in this world. He also possessed a tremendous knowledge of the game and its players through time. he was responsible for organizing the Chartered bank Cricket Club and infused much impetus into the team arranging to take part in various cricket tournaments and other sporting activities. during that era. He als had a great penchant for organization of activities and celebrations, parties, etc. His organization ability, knowledge, and influence amongst various circles was a great asset to him in this arena. He was a member of the BRC and Colomb Colts Cricket Clubs through which he made many a grand relationship and acquaintance with many influential and active people in society. These relationships helped him a lot in life. And he was also very popular with the people around him on account of his active and efficient abilities to get things done.At the bank too he was an efficient worker in whatever tasks he undertook. We did work in the same department on some occasions and it was always a great pleasure to share your work with someone as efficient as him, and his great sense of humor and his voluminous guffaw when he laughed. Wonderful man he was.His body was cremated as per his wishes.May he rest in peace!

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Lionel (Len ) Percy Senaris by Langston Joseph

16.03.1915- 28.09.2001

A family man, proud parent and grandparent, a staunch and large-hearted friend are some of the many clichés mentioned by those to whom I spoke, of the Late Len Senaris.

My memory of this gentleman, who I have known for many years and to whom we pay tribute, is that of a devout Christian to whom, apart from his love for his family, devotion to God and his Church were of highest priority. Alas with his passing, Wesley College, Sri Lanka and our Old Boys’ Association here, have lost yet another of our loyal “Old Boys”.

Len walked the corridors and playing fields of Wesley, in the Highfield era, with fellow stalwarts like Vernon Achilles, Raymond Fernando, the eldest of the Fernando brothers affectionately called “Notta”, Mervyn and Max Fernando and Quintus Blacker – all of whom, with the exception of Vernon Achilles, have now passed on.

He enjoyed his College-days boxing and boating, and in retired life his golf and bowls.

Most of his working life was spent at Rowlands, the well-known Motor Firm, where he progressed from stenographer, to personal assistant to the General Manager, and retired from the position of Manager of Rowlands’ Associate Firm Tyresoles at Nawinna.

Another friend of this same era, remembered Len as one who always had genuine concern for the less fortunate, and to whom money and the material things of life had scant value.

On 2nd January 1951 Len married Phylis Fernando, now deceased, who he met as a colleague at Rowlands. Len is mourned by his loved daughter Diane, granddaughter Sharon, and son in law Peter Draper – all of whom assuredly brightened his life with their achievements, as truly talented and accomplished concert musicians.

May he rest in peace and may his memory live on!

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Oswin Allan Van Buuren by Langston Joseph

04.01.1925 to 01.07.2001

Recalling the memory of someone, who I could call a younger brother though not biologically could be both enjoyable as well as heart-wrenching. With his brother, the late Denver Van Buuren, Oswin spent most of his later years at Wesley living at our home. This was an Association that lasted all through our years together, and which I recall with fond affection happy years interspersed with occasions of schoolboy fun and innocent mischief when more often than not, Oswin was put on the “front line”! Indeed those were happy times! Through all the years of our Association, Oswin has been a cherished friend to me and our family, and it is with that knowledge of him that I say that he always exemplified the true hall marks of a devoted husband, and a father whose children and grandchildren rightfully idolized. He was never brusque or churlish but on the contrary a gentle man - a gentleman in every sense of the word who bore no traces of haughtiness, arrogance or pride. I count it a privilege to have known him.

May the roses and the orchids, which were his passion and hobby, blossom in abundance in his memory and may he rest in peace.

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VINCENT CHARLES DE ZILVA ADHIHETTY (Vincy) By Louis Adhihetty

Vincent (familiarly known as Vincy and, popularly, much to his fury, nicknamed' Galthoppi ') was born on the 31 st of July 1937. He was the youngest in the family of 4 children -a girl and 2 other boys. The entire family (father, mother and children) was Sports crazy!. At least 3 members of the family represented a Sri Lankan National Team in Sports (Cricket, Athletics and Hockey). Of course, this was no surprise to friends and relatives because Monday to Friday the entire family woke up at 5.30 am and joined the trainee Prison Officers' to Physical Training on the Welikada Prisons Cricket Field. What discipline and regimentation!
Vincy started his schooling (Kindergarten) at St. Bridget's Convent at the age of 4 years. He continued there until he was 8. In 1945, he was admitted to Wesley College -thanks, to Mr.Weragoda, who was the Head of the Junior School. Then, as a result of ruthless / unsympathetic Government Officers' Transfer Policies, Vincy and his brother Lou, had a nomadic spell in schooling for (thank God) only 3 years. Their father was transferred from Welikada Prisons, Borella to Mahara Prisons, Ragama. As a result, since financially it was not feasible to board all 4 children in Schools, the younger two were admitted to De Mazenod College, Kandana in July. 1945. Then, in Jan. 1946, both boys were admitted to Richmond College, Galle. Vincy detested Boarding School life, especially the discipline, rigid rules and regulations. In addition, he was very 'homesick' and threatened to jump into the Richmond College Boarding House well of course, naturally a 'pity party' to win the sympathy of Mum and Dad!! So, in July 1946, Vincy was re-admitted to Wesley College, where he continued his schooling until he left in 1955.

Vincy excelled as a Sportsman at Wesley .He represented Wesley in no less than 5 games and won College Colours in Cricket, Football, Hockey and Athletics. He was an exceptional sportsman.In 1953 he skippered Wesley Under 16 Cricket Team. In 1954 he was Full-back in the 1st XI Soccer Team. He was feared by the many opponents because of his truly aggressive and rough tactics. He played in the same position in the 1st XI Hockey Team -often, if he could not get the ball he, at least, got the feet of the opponent! In the same year, Vincy won the Javelin, Putt Shot and Discus Throw events in the College Sports Meet. He also represented Wesley in the Public Schools' Sports Meet and. also, the Public Schools' Tennis Tournament. Also in 1954, Vincy is down in Wesley 1st XI Cricket Records as 'saviour' -Herman Claessenand he helped the School to beat St Thomas' by I wicket and 2 runs. A memorable feat! In 1955, he was top scorer in the Thomian match, which Wesley lost by 8 wickets.

Academically, Vincy achieved something which not one of his family member's were ever able to do! He passed the Senior School Certificate in his first and only attempt. After passing his SSC he underwent training as a planter but, obviously, it was not his cup of tea! Soon he was able to apply for a position in the army as a Trainee Cadet. Then, in 1956 he was sent as Cadet to the Royal Military Academy Sandhurst in Camberly, England. He passed out as a Second Lieutenant in 1958. In the same year, he married Hannelora Hoffmann (of German descent), who was learning English in Camberly. They returned in 1958 and Vincy was then attached to the Army Camp in Diyatalawa. In 1960, as Lieutenant, he joined the Army Ordinance Corps. Later, in 1962, Vincy was appointed Captain.
After the birth of their two children Karl and Merlyn, Vincy had a desire to quit the Army and pursue further studies. In 1963, he and his family left first for Germany Lauenburg on the river Elbe .-not far from Hamburg) and, eventually, emigrated to Canada in 1964. While working for Canadian Gypsum in' Toronto, he studied and qualified as an Industrial Accountant. Around 1980 Vincy joined the Canadian Development Co-operation -a semi -government organization.
Vincy continued participating in sports, especially Tennis. In fact, he was President of the Thorold Tennis Club. However, unfortunately, he was a heavy cigarette smoker. In 1992 (or thereabouts) the first signs of cancer surfaced. Soon a kidney was removed. Then, he experienced restrictive movement of his right shoulder. Once more, a tumour was detected. His condition was too advanced and not responding to medication. Then, in December 2000 Vincy died. It was a sad end of an excellent Wesley College Sportsman!

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Wilfred THALAKUMBURA - By Dr.N.D.Amerasekera (Thursday, 7 February 2002)

THALAKUMBURA - WILFRED. At Rest with Jesus. Loving husband of Ratnamalie, father of Suraj (Ceylinco Insurance Co. Ltd), Anoj (Lanka Ceramics Ltd), Manoj (Lanka Milk Foods Ltd), father-in-law of Aruni, expired. Cortege leaves 442 F, ‘Ratnamalie’, Welivita, Kaduwela, on 7th Thursday at 3.00 p.m. for service at St Matthews Church, Talangama, Battaramulla and thereafter for burial at Church Burial Ground.

At Rest with Jesus. Loving husband of Ratnamalie, father of Suraj (Ceylinco Insurance Co. Ltd), Anoj (Lanka Ceramics Ltd), Manoj (Lanka Milk Foods Ltd), father-in-law of Aruni, expired. Cortege leaves 442 F, ‘Ratnamalie’, Welivita, Kaduwela, on 7th February 2002 Thursday at 3.00 p.m. for service at St Matthews Church, Talangama, Battaramulla and thereafter for burial at Church Burial Ground

It is with deep sadness I note the death of Wilfred Thalakumbura who was with me at the boarding for many years. He was full of fun and mischief and wonderful to be with. Thala took part in all sports and as I recall was a good basket ball player. I last met him when I worked at the Central Blood Bank in Colombo (1970) and he lived with his wife in a house built in our former "Small Park". He remembered the school friends and spoke warmly of those happy times.

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SCHARENGUIVEL - RIENZIE CARLYLE (BABY). Loving husband of Esme (nee Maybrink), loving father of Dirk, son of the late Ira and of Margie (nee Kelaart), brother of Ainsley, Brian, Dawn (Kiel), Dreen (Hart) and Margie (Hesse), brother-in-law of Dawn (nee Ferdinands), Mary (nee Mulholland), late Trevor Kiel, Rex Hart, Maurice Hesse, Jean and Lennie Tindall, Irwin Maybrink and Penny (nee Direckze). 3, Cyprus Hill Drive, Narre Warren 3805, Melbourne, Australia.

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FUARD - MOHAMED ANSAR (Personnel Manager - BCCSL). Beloved husband of Fathima Badri, loving father of Asif (Student Royal College),son of late A.M. Fuard and late Ummu Ryhan, sonin-law of late S.L.M.H. Ahmed (Rahman Bros.) and late Sithy Raleeha, brother of Suadha, Mohideen, Sithy, Abu, Noori and Dr Harris (NZ), brother-in-law of Makkin Salih, Nizar, Hussain, Fawzia and Jameela (NZ), Shums, Thaha, Neemath (UK), Bathul, Mumtaz (Scotland), Bishri, late Rafai, Inam and Haddad (UK). Janaza took place on 4th May 2002 from No. 17, 5th Lane, Colpetty.

Wesley's Ansar Fuard no more by Richard Dwight

The sudden passing away of M. A. M. Fuard the former Wesley College captain, Moors SC and NCC cricketer, in the early hours of Saturday (4.5.02) at the age 67, did cause a void and came as a rude shock not only to the members of his family, but to many a relative and friend.

Ansar, as he was affectionately referred to was laid low with a severe bout of fever, which found him exhausted and weak even to walk. He however recovered sufficiently to be discharged from hospital and, was up and about for a few days, gearing himself to resume work at the Sri Lanka Cricket Board, where he served. But fate willed otherwise, for in the wee hours of Saturday around 1.30 a.m., he complained of a pain in the stomach and, within the swiftness of an hour he slipped through life peacefully, just the way he had lived, into a land of eternal bliss. Rather, than lingering on a bed of pain, it's a death that any sportsman dreams of, but becomes the preserve of only the best who are counted worthy.

Ansar did not flaunt his religion to be seen of men and, he could not have been the kind of person he was, nor lived the kind of life he led, were it not for his abiding faith in Islam, which unobtrusively he practised. From his father, the late Proctor A. M. Fuard who also captained Wesley at cricket, he imbibed virtuous qualities to lead an exemplary life, whilst from his mother, Ansar learnt that the fear of God was the beginning of wisdom.

It is against this background and environment, that Ansar grew and blossomed out further, to be a conscientious, painstaking student at Wesley College, which with time became his second home. He was made up of the firm belief, that the classroom and the playing field were handmaids, complementary to each other.

Being essentially a team man and a stickler for accepted norms, he made valuable contributions in those golden years of Wesley's sports, in the early fifties, by representing the college at cricket, hockey and athletics, with a flair for table tennis as well.

As an athlete he was a sprinter and a hurdler and, proved to be a penetrative inside in the half line on the field of hockey. But superceding all this, was his inordinate passion for the game of cricket. So keen was he that he represented the glamorous cricket teams of Wesley, commencing from 1952 to 1954 where he eventually captained the college in his final year. He proved to be a fine all-rounder excelling as an enterprising batsman, found to be a useful bowler and an alert, nippy fielder. He adored the mercurial Sathasivam and in jest would say I'd like to late cut, drive through cover and hook the way Satha does, with much finesse. In these attractive days of school cricket he played for Wesley in the august company of the Mack brothers Derrick and Spencer, the Claessen brothers Radley and Brian, Lou and Vince Adihetty, Patrick Schockman, Neil Gallaher, Artlow Chapman, Samsudeen and his brother Abu Fuard who went ahead to play for Ceylon as a reputed off-spinner. Through it all he made the right kind of impression to be appointed as senior prefect, where his experience was, that he learnt how to be led and how to lead.

On leaving college he continued playing cricket for the Moors Sports Club and the NCC and had the privilege of making tours to India. His contemporaries at the NCC were Vernon Prins, Michael Tissera, Herbie Fernando, K. M. T. Perera, Rienzie Perera, Patrick Schockman and yet others.

What was most striking about Ansar, was that when he set his heart and mind to achieve an objective he never rested until he was successful. Evidence of this was seen in his obtaining a Bachelor of Arts degree, which stood him in good stead in securing employment in the Education Department, the Mahaweli Board and the Sri Lanka Cricket Board where he was the personnel manager at the time of his death.

Ansar was one given to sober disciplined, meticulous ways with the accent on honesty and integrity. He was a kindly man, of quiet disposition, a fine sportsman and a true friend. His sacrificial nature was amply made manifest in his deep association with his brother Abu.

Ansar is survived by his wife Fathima Badri and son Asif. May the turf lie gently over him.

Addendum by N.D.Amerasekera

A wonderful all round cricketer who dominated the school cricket arena in the early fifties. He thrilled many Wesleyites with his aggressive batting, accurate bowling and sound captaincy. Ansar was held in high regard and was made Senior Prefect whose duties he performed to the highest traditions of Wesley.

Inna Lillahi Va Inna Ilaihi Rajioon

RONALD ASHLEY KLYN by Azahim Mohamed

It is with sadness that the Wesley OBU UK received the news of the death of Ronald klyn on 10 April 2002.Ronald was born on 1st April. He was 67 years of age when he was taken away from us. Ronald was a proud Wesleyite who spent his entire school life at Wesley. He always proudly recalls his school life and the years he spent at "Katiyakkara" where Wesley College spent its war years.When ever the old boys of Wesley meet Ronald brings out his many Nostalgic times at the alma mater. After leaving Wesley Ronald joined the Ceylon Post office Department in the fifties and rose to the hight as Post Master. He also served as Post Master in the Kandy district. Ronald and his wife Erin came to UK in the sixties. In the UK he joined British Rail and served with them until his retirement in the eighties.

Ronald was an active member of the Wesley OBU UK joining the committee nine year ago. He held the post of Membership Secretary for four years and during this time he was able to get many new members. When ever we have a younger Wesleyite joining the union or has arrive from Srilanka for studies Ronald always goes out of his way to see to their comforts and if neccessary does the cleaning or applies a coat of Paint to the flat where the boys will be staying. He was very pouplar amongs the OBU UK membership. Ronald was also the popular choice to edit the OBU UK's Double Blue souvenir which position he held for over five years THe OBU souvenir was always held as one of the best dinner dance souvenir amongs the schools in the UK. Ronald always maintained very high standards. Ronald was elected at the 9th AGM of the Wesley College OBU UK held in December 2001 as its General Secretary. Which position he held until his untimly death.

Ronald was a true Christian gentleman. He was recently appointed as one of the vergers at St Anselm's Church, Belmont. He was heavily involved with the church many events most noted of which was the breakfast for the elderly which is held every day and Ronald was the main organiser. Recently he also donated a bible for the chapel which is used daily. The funeral service was held at St Anselm's church Belmont on the Thursday 18 April 2002, St Anselm's Church was full to capacity a true testimony to a very pouplar figure.The Wesley OBU UK was well represented at the funeral and the OBU also assisted as the pall bearers. Ronald was cremated at Breakspear Crematorium Ruislip and his ashes buried at St Anselm's church he so dearly loved. Tribute on behalf of the Wesley College OBU UK was presented by Azahim Mohamed. Wesley College OBU UK salutes and bids farewell to Ronald Klyn, a loyal Wesleyite and sincere friend. We will always remember with gratitude the selfless efforts made without any complaints by Ron over the years to support Wesley College.Ronald Played a fair and splendid innings in line with the Spirit of Wesley.

Edward Ramsay Miller by George Robertson

I first met Ramsay when we were both students at Wesley College, Colombo in the early 1950's. That sounds like it was such a long time ago. Maybe it was. We were both young lads then, in our teen years. I remember Ramsay as being rather quiet, well-mannered with a preference for English Literature. This was during the years when Mr C J Oorloff was the Principal, and Mrs Oorloff took 4th Form English.

I left college a few years later, and never heard from, or saw Ramsay again, until forty-five years and about 25,000 kilometres away in Australia. In the meantime I had married, raised a family, become a grand-parent, retired from work and with the wonderful support for the MS Society in Victoria, my wife Beryl and I were about to commence visiting residents in a nursing home close to where we lived.

Imagine my surprise that first day, when I was informed that I would shortly be introduced to "Mr R Miller, born in Sri Lanka, educated at Wesley College….etc." And that's how I had the privilege of meeting Ramsay twice a month for the last few years of his life.

Ramsay was not a well man, we knew that. In the early days we used to play cards, or draw pictures, or cover the board when they called the numbers for Bingo. He seldom uttered a word, but I shall always remember him saying to me, once
"…Have a coffee?"
And after a short pause
"…I'll pay."

To have a cup of coffee together in some small café was always the ritual when two friends met in the old days in Colombo. And it was considered good manners to offer to pay.

I'd like to believe that just for that one brief moment, Ramsay was transported to another time and place, and he had just met an old friend with whom he would share a cuppa and a chat, and catch up on all the news.
There was no wheel-chair, no physical restraints on movement or speech and he looked at me with an intense recognition that I never saw again.

Ramsay succumbed to his illness on 29th August 2002.

Ironically, just a few days before, I was visiting Sri Lanka and spent a wonderful couple of hours at my old school Wesley College, showing my wife all the classrooms where I spent so much of my early years.
I began by suggesting that we never can tell how our lives will turn out. I quote below the last verse from a poem written by him and titled:

"A Farewell From Ramsay"
Goodbye Australia
Farewell my family and friends
Take heed of what life offers
And embrace your families
For who knows
What tomorrow may bring

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Robin Errol Carnie By Dr.N.D.Amerasekera

Robin was one of three brothers who were at the Wesley boarding in the fifties. He had a fine dry sense of humour and a rather light-hearted attitude to life and work. He was well liked in the boarding taking an active part in sports. I still recall playing I-Spy on Sunday afternoons with him and his many friends. It was often the highlight of our weekends in the boarding. Robin was a fine cricketer and it surprised me not to see him in the lst XI team. I remember the many softball cricket matches at the small park where he often made his mark in the fiercely competitive house matches, at the boarding. His spin-bowling ruined the dreams of many softball cricketers. At these matches Robin’s umpiring was often hotly debated but he stood his ground despite strong arguments to the contrary. I recall once when he said he did not raise his finger but was just picking his nose - (I was the batsman and agreed with him on principle). I cannot believe he will not be there to play those elegant cover drives again at the small park which too has been taken away from us.

He was famous for his pranks. Although perceived as a hard man I have seen his kindness too. Robin and Hilary were good friends and were inseparable. They knew all the loop holes in the Hostel Rules and also where the ripening papaws were within the school boundary. Robin was the author of many of the hostellers’ nickname. Getting thosais from the Thambikadey without being seen was an art they had mastered to perfection. He had 1001 excuses not to attend Sunday School at the Maradana Methodist Church which was a chore no one liked. When he left the hostel he left a void that was never filled.

His father worked for CGR. After he left the boarding I met him at the Dematagoda Railway Housing Estate where they lived. He left school soon after the SSC to join an Estate (Carolina Estate Watawala) as an upcountry Tea Planter where he worked for many years. Our lives took different paths and we never met again.

Our condolences go to his immediate family and to Hilary and John who shared the highs and lows of boarding life all those years ago.

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Lionel Jayasuriya by Dr.N.D.Amerasekera

JAYASURIYA - DAVID LIONEL PERERA - Retired Teacher (Wesley and Carey), beloved husband of Nesta (nee Kannangara), loving father of Kaminee. Remains will lie at A.F. Raymond’s Funeral Parlour. Service at 1.00 p.m. thereafter cortege leaves for Cremation at General Cemetery, Kanatte at 2.00 p.m on Saturday 21st December 2002. 35, Jayasinghe Retirement Home, Kerawalapitiya Road, Hendala, Wattala.

Born in Veyangoda, he was the youngest of 13 children. He studied at St. John's College Panadura and Carey College Colombo. He was actively involved in the school cricket team. Although he wanted to be a violinist, he gave-up the violin for cricket! Mr.Jayasuriya was also involved in scouting where his troop played a part in the Independence Day Celebration in 1948. He played for the SSC 2nd eleven cricket team. For many years was a much loved teacher at Wesley College. He recalled, how he enjoyed school trips with his students. His wife died in 1997. All his brothers and sisters too have died.
The Grand Old Man of Wesley is no more. He taught my father soon after the 1st World War and then myself in the 1950's. He was an excellent teacher of English. Mr. Jayasuriya would have been 103 years old next January (2003). They don't make teachers like that anymore- honest, kind and hardworking.. He has served Wesley College and its pupils with great distinction. My lasting memory of him will be Mr.Jayasuriya driving his ancient but immaculately maintained Austin 7 into the Vice Principal's porch. Our sympathies go to his daughter Kaminee who cared for him in his final years.

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L.R. & S.M. Rajasingham by NDAmerasekera

They were twins - Manan and Mano. Manan lived in Sri Lanka being promoted to the post of Commander of the Navy before he retired. He subsequently emigrated to Australia where he died 28/01/03. Mano lived in Canada and passed away some years previously. They were prominent all round sportsman at Wesley in the mid and late 1950's

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M.Hisni Marikar by Nihal D Amerasekera

Hisni had his entire schooling at Wesley. We were in parallel classes. I have seen him grow-up from a boy in short trousers to a youth in "longs". In the process he grew in stature and in self confidence. He came into prominence as a Maliban Quiz Kid in that ever popular Quiz show of the Commercial Service of Radio Ceylon Compeered by Livy Wijemanne. This was in the Late 1950's. As a prefect I can picture him standing at ease at Assembly 'ticking off ' the boys. Hisni was the Co-Editor of the 1960 school magazine and his appreciation of the work of Mr. CJT Thamotheram in that magazine shows his talents as a writer. He was a member of the School Spelling Bee and Debating Team and was a fearless and eloquent speaker. With such skills he was eminently suited for a career in Law which he pursued after leaving school. We were together in the 6th Form. I recall the riotous humour and the wild and mad times we enjoyed together amidst the hard work. Above all he was a trusted and valued friend. After leaving school I last met him in 1963 watching a cricket match at Campbell Park. He was then at his ebullient best not bound by the school discipline and Prefects code. I was deeply saddened to hear that he died suddenly in the 1970's while taking a walk. A promising young life cut short in its prime. Cest la vie

Addendum from Dallas Achilles
Hisni Marikkar was a good friend to me. When I was a rookie in the Spelling Bee & 'Do you know' teams, he was my mentor and coached me. He also encouraged me & spurred me on. The Spelling Bee contests were great fun, & the competition was fierce with many close & thrilling encounters amongst the leading schools taking part. Held in the Radio Ceylon studios, each school faced each other before the large studio mike. Each team member was called up in turn by the adjudicator to spell a word. If correct, the team got one point, if missed, it was thrown to the rest of the team. The Team then got half a point if the called up person spelt it right.. If the 2nd team member got it wrong it was then thrown to the opposing team who would gain the half a point if spelt correctly. I recall as a rookie sitting next to Hisni who was our champion. I also remember when the opposing team missed a word altogether I just could not curb my enthusiasm & practically jumped out of my chair hoping to get called up to spell the word & gain a valuable half point for us. Hisni being our champion was always expected to be our 1st choice & of course the safest bet to go up & get it right. But seeing how keen I was, the true gentleman that he was, he pushed me forward. It made me feel good to know that he had confidence in my ability to get it right. Suffice to say I did not let him down. I recall we went on to win the championship 2 years in a row.

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W. P. S. Abeywardene by Richard Dwight

Wesley's former skipper, colts and combined schools cricketer, W. P. S. Abeywardene passed away after a brief illness on Tuesday at the age of 75.

W. P. S. as he was affectionately known, proved to be a fine all-rounder in that star studded cricket team of 1947 led by Edmund Dissanayake - a period referred to as Wesley's glorious years of cricket under the principalship of cricketer cum padre, Rev. James Cartman.

In the next year under a colourful captain Harold Matthysz, he scored a century against St. Josephs' and ended his cricket career at Wesley College by leading the side in 1949. He continued playing cricket for the colts cricket club and the Fisheries Department John Goddard. He continued playing cricket for the Colts and Fisheries Department where he was an inspector of fisheries. WPS was a man of quiet disposition, given to sober disciplined ways - who through the qualities imbibed from game of cricket lived a virtuous life right to the end. His mortal remains will be cremated this evening at 5 p.m. at the Kohuwela cemetery (27/03/03)

Godfrey van Dort by Deloraine Brohier - 9th Feb 2003

VAN DORT - GODFREY. Husband of Crystelle, father of Garvin and Caryll, father-in-law of Asha, expired. Cortege leaves A.F. Raymond’s Funeral Parlour at 3.00 p.m. after service at 2.30 p.m. on Sunday 9th. Burial at General Cemetery Kanatte. No flowers by request.

The special moments he captured will remain forever. He was known as "Goofy" - a pet-name for Godfrey. Goofy van Dort was quite a character - strong in opinion, inflexible and sometimes even obstinate. He was assailed by moods - high and low, full of fun and laughter on occasions, cynical and touchy at other times. I knew Godfrey when he was a young man and visited his Aunt Rene who stayed with my grandmother in Pamankade - though much later in life I got to know him better. He worked in the National Insurance Corporation for many years. Should he have seen anyone he recognized in the corridors or offices of the establishment, he would saunter up to them, and ask, "What can I do for you?" or "Can I take you to the person you have come to see?" leaving his desk to take the visitor as requested. Goofy had an inborn sense of "PR" and would go out of his way to be of assistance.
Goofy was an interesting man to converse with and he would entertain his listeners with a run of anecdotes, jokes and stories - some quite exaggerated and obviously fictitious. He had an insatiable desire to see and know more of our island, its deep back-blocks, little towns and villages, places of historic or religious significance and he would probe my knowledge. A memorable holiday we once shared was in Diyatalawa, at the Survey Camp. Goofy lapped up all I showed him in the hills around - "Adisham", "Lipton's Seat"off Haputale, the road down to Badulla and the Duwa Temple; the wooden Bogoda Bridge, Ravana Ella Falls and the spectacular Ella Gorge.
The camera, which was part of the man, had its open shutter at every turn. Roll after roll of film emerged from that trip. Godfrey van Dort was undoubtedly an expert with his camera - an extraordinary photographer.
He was proud of the award he once won for his picture of "Stilt Walkers", at a Japanese photographic exhibition. At every function in the Dutch Burgher Union in recent times, Godfrey stealthily moved amongst the crowd with his camera - be it a children's party or in our Elders' Home, the occasion of a special lecture or Founder's Day.
He captured moments of significance, which will remain on record.
Godfrey was not only the "unofficial photographer for the DBU, he was also jolly "Mr. Santa Claus" or the stately "Bishop, St. Nikolaas".
He played those roles with aplomb - varying his style, his expression, for the part he was taking. As the roly-poly Santa in red cloak and fur he bounced around kissing the old ladies of the Home for great giggles and with the children on St. Nikolaas' Day he sat them on his knee and tenderly talked to them as the sober Bishop.
Goofy will be remembered by many - for a long time.

Addendum by NDAmerasekera

Godfrey was in my parallel class at Wesley and a quiet, decent chap. He lived in Dematagoda and on occasions we have walked back home together as I lived in Kolonnawa. I never saw him since leaving school and was deeply saddened to hear of his death.

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MANUKULASOORIYA ­ REV. J.S. BENSON (Minister Methodist Church).

Beloved husband of Bertha, loving father of Janaki, Jayalal, Rohan and Kumudini, loving father­in­law of Ilangasiri, Kamani, Mihiri and Nishantha called to Rest with Jesus. Cortege will leave 14/1, Pedro Lane, Puwakaramba, Moratuwa on Saturday 12th April 2003 at 4.00 p.m. for Service at Methodist Church, Moratumulla.

Rev Manukulasooriya was an old boy of the school during the Highfield era in the 1920's and then returned as the Chaplain of Wesley in 1950. I refer you to his article in the "Recollections" page of this website which gives an insight into his life and times at Wesley. He died in the 87th year of his Ministry.

From Sunday Island 17th August 2003

Appreciation
(The Late) Rev. John Samuel Benson Manukulasooriya

Rev. Benson was the only son in a family of seven, of the late Methodist Evangelist Sampathawaduge John F. Manukulasooriya of Moratuwa and Pattiyage Lucy Francina Gomes of Upper Welikada, Rajagiriya.

Benson and his six sisters Millicent, Clarice, Florence, the twins Edith-Evelyn and Beatrice had a very happy childhood. Benson joined them in all the fun, especially in the vacation when some cousins would also join them. Gradually he found different hobbies and even friends. He became a lover of nature and enjoyed himself out-of-doors with paltry and rabbits, spending time in the garden, who also loved to keep pets in-doors—birds, squirrels, butterflies etc; Butterflies in his room was an attraction for all. He would bring the chrysalis and hide them in various places in his room, and one fine day he would open his doors and windows to enable the baby butterflies to fly out. That was a lovely sight.

His mother knew how to keep all her children together and was always mindful of the only son. She was with them in all their activities. She had a dream and a vision for Benson, and in her quiet way, paved the way for it. All the children were given small duties in the home and sharp at 7 pm had family prayers which everyone had to share. The Sabbath day was strictly observed as a holyday. All the work in the house such as cooking, washing, sweeping and cleaning including studies were completed on Saturday.

In his formative years, Benson became more and more involved in church work being active in Church Services, Sunday School, Choir practices, Class meeting, Wesley Guild and even Boys’ Scout Troupe.

Special aptitude

Benson had his primary education at Richmond College since his father was stationed at Kalahe, Galle. When his father fell ill and had to come down to his home-town Moratuwa, Benson’s studies resumed at Prince of Wales’ College, Moratuwa. He had a special aptitude for languages in addition to his exceptional skills in mathematics and at the end of his school career had collected English, Sinhalese, Pali, Latin, French and an exemption from the Matriculation. [Later, at the Theological College, Bangalore, India, he added on Greek and Hebrew.]

For a short period he worked as English Assistant in a Methodist school. When he got-through the Clerical Examination he was able to get a government job in the Health Services Department quite easily.
It was while working here that he heard God’s call to a full Ministry. All were very happy and his mother was overjoyed. In a way his choice was not a surprise considering the atmosphere in which he was nurtured.
The Church sent him to Theological College, Bangalore, India for a 4-year Bachelor of Divinity (B.D.) Course.

When he returned from Bangalore, he was sent as Chaplain to Wesley College, Colombo. After a short spell there, he was stationed in various Parishes that included Maradana, Badulla, Tangalle, Koralawella (Moratuwa), Thummodar-Nattandiya (NWP), Katana-Miriswatte, Kalutara, Badulla (2nd time), Matara and Moratumulla. He mostly cared for the lost sheep. He was with the youth too. Youth Camps, Wesley Guild and the Sunday School were very much close to his heart all the time. His loud Bass voice was helpful to train the church choir and his family choir as well, and at times even without any instrument. His highly disciplined life helped him to carry on the administrative work smoothly in spite of disagreements at times.

Besides parish work, he helped the church in various other areas too. As a member of the committee for the revision of the Sinhala Prayer Book and Hymn Book his contribution was immeasurable. His far reaching suggestions helped the committee to maintain the spirit and quality of the originals. Another important work he undertook was to safe-guard the church property, where he found it all in disarray. He got the Parishes to send an account of their property and also the deeds to Methodist Headquarters. He studied them all and knew all details, even the problems. Even after he retired from active service his help and advice in this regard was sought by Headquarters so much so that he served as Property Secretary for 10 years after his retirement until he reached the age of 80. He had the Methodist Church Constitution, Standing Orders, Wesley Guild constitution, etc; at his finger-tips. During this period he also functioned as a "Distant Minister" for Badulla Circuit visiting members in the hills once again mostly on his usual untiring foot even at that old age.

Sinhala culture

He developed a keen interest in the Sinhala culture towards the latter part of his Ministry. Sinhala and Hindu New Year was celebrated with a Sport Meet/Cricket match. An oriental wedding march and Sinhala lyrics were used at some weddings he solemnized. He even discarded his western clothes and found an oriental outfit. He received an unstinted support from his wife Bertha and their four children Janaki, Jayalal, Rohan and Kumudini who always rallied round all church activities of their father which was a way of life for them too. Although he was frequently transferred to distant circuits thus upsetting mainly his children’s education, he took it up well as usual with his keen sense of humour and was well rewarded end of the day. He was also blessed to share and enjoy the love and affection of an array of grand-children having baptized each of them himself.

In out-stations, teaching English free-of-charge, organizing vocational training for rural youth in Spinning/Sewing etc; were appreciated by the Christians and all others alike. Carols (Christmas as well as Easter), Nativity Plays and training Choirs to sing with all parts in perfect harmony were just a few specialities that he was identified with. He undertook his solitary visit abroad ever-since his joining the Ministry when he was nominated as Sri Lanka’s representative to the Methodist Conference in UK during his post-retirement period spent serving at Methodist Headquarters. Accompanied by his wife and coupled with a brief stop in Germany, he enjoyed this tour very much which also enabled him to witness the historic monuments of the late Rev. John Wesley, the founder of Methodism.

After a successful period in his last Parish i.e. Moratumulla he continued his services further shouldering additional responsibilities at Headquarters which also included heading the Committee that completed the compiling of Sinhala Christian Hymn Book — the very first of its kind that contained Music Notations in both Oriental and Western Styles. Added to his ability to read and play Western Music, the training he had received in Oriental Music during his youth under the maestros in the calibre of Sunil Shantha and Deva Surya Sena must have had a great influence on his work giving him total confidence to assist and guide the Committee to accomplish this huge task quite satisfactorily.

He also served as the Advisor to the Editorial of the Sinhala Methodist journal ‘Methodist Witness’. He finally ‘retired’ at the age of 80, especially at the insistence of his family members. and started living a quiet life with his family. Although after a serious operation for a duodenal ulcer in 1947 the doctors had pronounced only 2 more years of life ahead, - thank God- he lived a healthy active life and completed 87 years in March this year.

He was confined to his bed in the last few weeks, quiet and hardly knowing what was going on around him. We were all sad to find such an active person in this condition. All of us prayed hard asking God to grant him a mercy release. Thank God, he was relieved of this condition in the end and with a smile he gained his Eternal Rest on the 10th April 2003. We are sure he is "Safe in the Arms of Jesus".

A Service of Remembrance and Thanksgiving for his Life and Ministry was held today at the Methodist Church, Moratumulla at 7.45 a.m.
- Sisters & Family Members

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B.J.Karunatilleke by Frank Samaraweera

He lived a full life
B.J. Karunatileka
He is not here;
but faraway
The noise of life
begins again
And ghastly through
the drizzling rain
On the bald street,
breaks the blank day.

He was my faithful friend and after 50 years of association, Karu has passed on, leaving a void in my life. His eldest brother told me at the funeral that Karu had referred to me as his friend of a lifetime! I am happy to know that he thought of me that way, although he never told me so himself. We first got to know each other at the Wesley College hostel at the tender age of 14. During my university career at Peradeniya, we lost contact but resumed our friendship in the 1960s when I was employed as a management trainee at Levers and he was a medical rep for Organon Laboratories. Our friendship blossomed and grew because of a wide range of common interests. We both pursued marketing careers.

We actively participated in the affairs of the Sri Lanka Institute of Marketing, the Wesley College Old Boys' Union and the Havelock Sports Club where we functioned as presidents in successive years, not having ever played rugby in our lives! We also shared a passion for English Literature. In the Wesley hostel, Karu was mainly remembered as a raconteur and throughout his life he retained this knack of story- telling. He liked to exaggerate and embellish his stories for greater effect and in his school days was given the sobriquet 'Puller' by our mutual friend, Clinton Rodrigo.

Hostel days were carefree but had some discomforting associations. Karu used to say that "acute hunger"' was his most enduring memory of hostel life! It was this sensation of hunger that once motivated him to team up with a group of pranksters led by the irrepressible Clinton and steal a big bunch of bananas from the Vice-Principal's compound. In his working life Karu proved that he was made of "sterner stuff". He rose from the modest position of medical representative to become the Managing Director of J.L. Morison, Son & Jones within a relatively short period of time. He had an incisive mind, the gift of the gab and a disarming nature, which were considerable assets in his career as a pharmaceutical manager. He befriended several medical specialists who eventually became close friends.

He loved to entertain friends in the early years of married life at his flat by the sea in Dehiwela. In more recent times, he entertained us mainly at the Capri where he was a very senior and respected member. Karu had many hobbies and interests. He probably had one of the best collections of postage stamps in Sri Lanka and would spend hours organizing and reorganizing it. He was also an acknowledged expert at solving cryptic crosswords. He used to win crossword puzzle prize money with monotonous regularity and was once even interviewed by a newspaper on this skill.

He lost his beloved wife, Cynthia, about 13 years ago. Immediately after her death he became a wreck but with time he was able to come to terms with his loss. Karu's greatest pride was his son, Nalin. Nalin and his wife, Tharanga, showered Karu with an abundance of care during his illness.

Karu retired from Morisons two years ago and immersed himself in humanitarian work. As a director of Helpage he was signing cheques from his sickbed only days before he died. I know that he lived a full and satisfying life but his death at the age of 66 was untimely. It would have been good to see him batting longer.

B. J. Karunatilleke by M.S. Tissera

It is with deep regret and sorrow in my heart that I pen these few lines for my friend B. J. Karunatilleke who expired on June 25 and was cremated on the 25th instant at Borella, Kanatta.I have known B. J., for the past five years when I got involved in solving crosswords. First it was a friend, Hyacinth Perera who helped me but unfortunately she met with a tragic fatal accident and later I turned to B. J. for help. I had seen his name appearing in the prize list very often and when I called him he was ever ready to help me with the crosswords. Whenever there were questions from the old newspapers I was able to help him as I had a collection of about three months.B. J. was a very intelligent and efficient person and held very important positions.

About two years ago we visited him at hospital when he was sick and he was dictating letters to his secretary over the phone in the capacity as General Manager to J. L. Morrisons. B.J. would oblige anybody who inquired about the solutions to crosswords. He was not interested in the prizes but was only interested in solving the crosswords. He taught me how to do cryptic crosswords. Our friendship became a family affair and I visited him at his residence with my husband and he spoke to us a great deal about his young days and about his late wife and family. After retiring from J. L. Morrisons, he was attached to Helpage and worked voluntarily. With our heartfelt appreciation for your invaluable service to the country, we bid you farewell till we meet again on that beautiful shore.

May he rest in peace.

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PATRICK GNANAMUTTU - By Dr.N.D.Amerasekera

(Hewlett-Packard, Geneva). Son of the late Percy and Sheila, brother of Sarojini, Christine, Raj and Sushila (all of Australia), brother-in-law of Melony and Leroy Jansz. Cremation on 14th October in Geneva. 22/105 Athol Road, Springvale South 3172, Australia.

I came to know Patrick via the internet relatively recently. What struck me most was his intense love for Wesley. He wrote to me occasionally about the website - an email of encouragement just to tell me how well it is doing. I appreciate this very much when it is yet another job to do in addition to my work. He most kindly sent me some photographs of his recent visit to Wesley and the OWSC which are now in the Photo Gallery of this website. I was deeply saddened to hear of his sudden demise and wish I had the good fortune to meet him in person. On behalf of the Worldwide brotherhood of Wesleyites I send my condolences to his family now living in Australia. A life sadly cut short in its prime at the young age of 47. His enthusiasm for Wesley is a beacon for us all.

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A tribute to a friend – Dr B.Daya Perera MBBS, MD By Dr. N.D.Amerasekera (5/11/03)

It was with deep sadness I received the news of the demise of Dr.Daya Perera on the 4th of November 2003.
I met Daya one Saturday morning in November 1949 at the Entrance test to Std 2 at Wesley College Colombo. He came up and spoke to me and there started a friendship that lasted a lifetime. Quite early on in our careers he showed his leadership qualities. He was always there to ‘bell the cat’ if ever we needed someone. On numerous occasions he stood up for the students in class and owned up to save others. His many friends were regular visitors to Daya’s parents home in Gunasekera Lane, next door to All Saints School and later on at Kuruppu Road Borella. His parents always welcomed us with open arms. We have spent many hours listening to Jazz and the velvet voice of Nat King Cole from his reel to reel tape with lots of biscuits and lemonade. He made good imitation of the gravel voice of Louis Armstrong. Those were happy carefree days of our youth.
Daya was a Sea Scout like his father and brother and was deeply committed to its procedures and protocols. I believe its hierarchy, rituals and regimentation fashioned his life and it was there he developed his life long love for the sea. He was always self confident and forthright. What struck me most about Daya was his unusual mix of intelligence, courage and humility. He always had time for the less fortunate and the less able and a desire to treat everyone fairly and with dignity. He was generous with his affection, encouragement, and kindness, giving freely of his time. He was strong in his convictions and self-assured yet docile and gentle in his interactions.
At Wesley he was at the top of the class and often carried away many of the coveted prizes. Daya was an extrovert and had friends galore, belonging to both sexes. He came to his own in the 6th form when he became the captain of the school 1st XV Rugby team. He was then the Senior Prefect at Wesley. His warmth and approachability made him a hero and role model to his juniors. His wise counsel was always sought. His approach to each endeavour was wholehearted, constructive, and most of all, selfless. I remember well his efforts to stop students from smoking. During his tenure as" Head Cop" Daya created a united Prefects Guild which was respected by the staff and students alike. We truly appreciate what a difference being with him has meant for us. Those were memorable times spoilt only by the loss of his brother Shanthie in an air accident in England in 1961.

Although he had numerous friends at Wesley he had a core group of loyal friends who were with him always, even to the very end. They were Sarath Wickramaratne, Rohan Wijesinghe, Mervyn Fernando, Lakshman Jayasinghe and P. S.Rodrigo - who were inseparable.

We were then at the Ceylon Medical College together where he enhanced his reputation as an honest and loyal friend and also a successful academic. He breezed through the tough examinations without difficulty obtaining his degree in June 1968. Thereafter he practiced as a Resident Medical Officer at Central Hospital Colombo for a couple of years until he moved to Los Angeles California where he qualified in Anaethesiology. He is most appreciated and fondly remembered for the helping hand he offered to so many during his exciting and productive career. He created opportunities for others and encouraged those willing to take the step up.

Daya and myself

in LA August 1994 (double click for bigger picture)
In August 1994 I went on a holiday with my family to San Diego, California and phoned him to say 'hello'. He insisted on making the 150 mile trip to see us that same day. Daya took us back to his home in La Canada, California built on a hill over looking a gorgeous valley. Daya with his wife Swarna arranged a party to our mutual friends at very short notice. He was a gracious host of social functions. There was good food, good music, and a lot of laughter. That was a most memorable evening. They made a special effort to take my two sons to the Rose Bowl at LA where they held the 1994 World Cup Soccer. We walked the length of the famous Venice Beach at Los Angeles listening to his erudite descriptions of the eccentricities of that weird and wonderful stretch of land. I remember to this day his narrative of the destructive Santa Ana wind which the Californians dread so much. His friendship, wise counsel, and talent for organization will be sorely missed by those of us who depended on them.
It was a pity he was half way round the world away from me but we kept in touch with an occasional call or an email. Some years back I was deeply shocked to hear of his battle with coronary artery disease as he was always calm in a crisis situation, never smoked and did not require alcohol to be the live wire of any social event. Despite these setbacks Daya continued to lead an active life travelling, scuba diving and snorkelling all over the world close to his beloved sea. Daya often met up with his pals from school in Sri Lanka and abroad. He was a regular visitor to Wesley and the OBU functions. Daya was a generous benefactor to the school and in particular supported the Rugby up at Wesley. He is largely responsible for the surge in that sport in his old school.
It was ironic that I heard about his demise while on holiday in Sri Lanka and visiting Wesley, the very same premises where I first met him all those years ago. He has died whilst on holiday in the Far East doing what he liked best. His body was cremated in Hong Kong and the ashes spread in the Pacific Ocean, according to his wish. Personally I have lost a sincere and valued friend. It was a privilege to have known him. His smiling face and cheerful demeanour will be missed by us all. Many friends will mourn the loss of a good man.
We remember with affection his vast repertoire of jokes, his candour and his zest for life. Those of us who were fortunate to know him remember his fun and commitment to his chosen field and his unwavering loyalty to his school and friends. We admire his example, miss his company, mourn his departure, and are richer for the lessons of his life. He remains one of the great student icons of my time at Wesley.
On behalf of the worldwide brotherhood of Wesleyites I send our sympathies to his wife Swarna, daughter Shanika and his sister Pathmini.
From the exemplary life he lead he must be closer to the ultimate goal of perfect peace.
May he attain Nirvana.

Addendum from Trevor Collette President of OBU Australia

Dr. Daya Perera or Daya as he was known to us, who were with him at Wesley at the same time, is one of the schoolmates who made an indelible impression on all those who knew him. Daya was a year senior to me in school and captained the 1st XV Rugby team and was Senior Prefect when in
the sixth form. I was a second year player in that team and a newly appointed prefect, however we “juniors” were treated as equals by Daya who was a born leader and inspiration to us all. I still remember the
encouragement and kindness with which he treated us. A captain who taught you to lose with dignity and win graciously, this was Daya.
He was a thorough gentleman and represented one of the finest and best products of Wesley.
May he Rest in Peace.
Trevor Collette

Addendum by Rohan Wijesinghe

Daya's death was an absolute shock to me. I think he had some premonition because he phoned me a couple of weeks before asking me for photographs of myself and family. In fact I received some photos of him and his family a few days before he died. He had a snowball head like his dad, and I am bald more than my father was! The last time I saw him was in Sri Lanka around 1977. He was looking great then.

Swarna returned my many phone messages when she finally returned to LA. It was good to be able to speak with her and have more details. I continue to keep in touch with her.

Although it was for a few brief years At Wesley College that I shared school days with Daya, we became the closest of friends. My first memory of him goes back to Standard 5 when my father died. Daya was at the cemetery with T.W.de Silva. I could not miss the look of sympathy and sorrow on his face when he saw my tears and pain. That was when our friendship was formed. In Form 2, I had had a disagreement with him and we were not talking to each other. Then it was his birthday, and the next day he brought me a large peice of his birthday cake. So he took the initiative to restore our friendship.

Then I remember the day we both became Sub-prefects. As you know we usually spent our breaks in the lab. Now that very day Kodituwakku (Head Prefect) asked us to be at the back gate at the end of the lunch interval. The bell rang and all the students who were playing the the small park came back and to their classes and suddenly we found the back gate completely deserted. Then Daya suggested that we celebrate and go for a show. I, being of less daring stuff would not think of it. But he teased me and asked me not to be a spoilt sport. So we tossed and he won. So we decided to cut school, and go for a show. First we had to pass the Principal's house, but Mr. Nonis was walking up and down the verandah reading the news paper. So, we waited until he went into the house. Then we saw LAFA out in the garden carrying his little daughter showing he some flowers in the trees. So we pasted ourselves against the hedge until he went into his house and then we bolted down Karlshrue Gardens road to Campbell Park and from there came out to Baseline Road near the Children's hospital. As we got on to Baseline Road, a car suddenly screeched to a halt and the driver looked at us and waved his finger so as to say "I caught you!" It was Dabrera, our class teacher. Both of us felt we had been run over by a truck! We lost our appetite for a movie and we went home. The next day we went back to school to face the music and certain disgrace of our sub prefectship being removed from us. When Dabbi was marking the register, he called both of us to his table. Then he said, "I suppose you were trying to celebrate yesterday. Good thing for you, Daya, you are in my rugger team. So I marked both of you present!" Oh, were we not relieved!!

Then taking down names at the gates to catch late comers was also quite an adventure. I was diligently writing down names of the late comers, while Daya was secretly winking at all the sisters in the cars of those who were coming late. We were quite an odd couple. I, with me Baptist upbringing was not one for fun like that, but bent on doing my duties, while Daya in addition was finding way of having so much fun.

Then there was that time he took a fancy to a particular girl in his neighbourhood. I was his support person many times when he would clandestinely meet her close to her home. Then there were those times when he would get her younger brothers (They were very small) to the lab and bribe them with candy and tell them to tell her sister that "Daya loves her," with strict instructions, "but do not tell anything if your mother is around." So the little tykes were at table having their tea when the sister arrives from school. They blared out, "Sis, Daya asked us to tell you something, but since mother is here we will tell you later!"

Then I remember when we had to go to the Medical College to write our Medical Entrance Test, or something like that. Lucky, who was in the habit of shooting out his mouth too much said something that was not complimentary to Soysa, who was a first year medico, and who had come to tease us. After all he wanted to show off before his fellow medicos. When we had finished writing a certain test, Soysa had gathered a whole lot of fellow Medicos and was waiting to take Lucky away to most probably give him a right royal rag. We were all stunned when Soysa singled out Lucky. Then Daya stepped forward and spoke to Soysa, with words to the effect, "Soysa, we are all Wesleyites and if you cannot keep that code, and if you do anything to Lucky, I will make sure that you will never be able to return to Wesley for anything." There was a deafening silence and Soysa wilted and hesitated. Then his own followers challenged Soysa to make up his mind. Soysa backed down and was deserted by his fellow medicos. That was the defining moment of my admiration for Daya. He was truly a leader. I felt proud to be his friend.

I abandoned my ideas of doing medical related studies and felt called to be a Christian minister. Daya continued to pursue his medical studies. Prior to being sent out for training to India, I was asked to be a hostel master at Carey College, which is adjoining the medical College. Daya had visited me there. I was once teaching a grade 6 class when suddenly Daya came to my class and he looked terrible, shaken, no, totally devastated. I had never seen him so distraught. He was in tears whe he told me, :Machan, Shanthi bugger has crashed." Shanthi was his elder brother whom he hero worshipped. I knew that Shanthi was tipped to get the sword of honour when he was to have graduated in a few day's time. So, I immediately spoke to the Principal and took leave and went over to Daya's house and vitrually spent the following days there. In fact I had been to his place the day before when his mother read out a letter from Shanthi which stated that he had a night solo jet flight and he was scared because there was sudden fog in and around London. She commented, "Just look at that, I though Shanthi Puta did not know the meaning of the word 'frightened'". Then, Sirimao Bandaranaike as Prime Minister arranged for Daya's mother to fly out to London. Then came the sad news that shortly after she had spoken with Shanthi, he died. Then there was the state funeral for Shanthi, and the honour guard was led by his friend Terrance Gunatilleke. Shortly before the cremation, I was one in emotion with Daya, as the Ceylon Flag and cap and sword was ceremonially handed over to the family. In spirit, I was empathetically one with Daya's soul as he was with mine many years before, when my father was buried.

After I came over to Canada, Daya would not miss phoning me on my birthday every year. He began with one ritual. "Happy birthday Machan. You were good in your sports and studies, you were a Prefect of the college; you had the whole world at your feet, and out of all the bloody things you could have done you had to go and become a bloody priest!" May be he really meant it because he seems never to forgive me for that! We would laugh. But our friendship was never any less by distance or the many years that went by.

I was honoured, blessed and fortunate to have had Daya as my best friend. I respect and honour his memory. Due to many reasons, I was not able to attend any Wesley functions, nor keep in touch with Wesleyites. But Daya did, and he never failed to keep me updated as often as he could. I often sigh, and weep within myself, "O Daya, do not be too far from me." And I know he is not!

Haleem Ishak (Died 25/9/03 aged 64) A Tribute by Dr. M. Uvais Ahamed

He was an old boy of Wesley College and a former President of the Old Boys Union.
The great reformist and architect of modern Turkey, Mustafa Kemal Ataturk in a statement made shortly before his death in 1938 said, "Any human being who believes that the destinies of other human beings depend wholly upon him personally is a petty man, failing to grasp the most elementary facts. Every man is destined to perish physically. The only way to stay happy while we live is to work not for ourselves, but for those to come".
Haleem Ishak, whose death brought sadness to all those who knew him epitomized the sentiments expressed by Mustafa Kemal Ataturk. Altruism was the driving force behind all his actions and he had the welfare of his fellow-beings at heart all the time.
When my son broke the news to me on September 24 that Haleem Ishak had died, I was saddened deeply, for it was only a few days earlier that I received a letter of appreciation from him for the work I am doing as Principal of Zahira College. "I am aware of your past as a Principal and I hope your experience will be used for the benefit of the students of Zahira, and I wish you all success."
He died the way he lived without rancour towards anybody, with peace within himself and wishing and praying for the wellbeing of others. With the death of Mr. Ishak, the country in general and the Muslim community in particular have lost a man in a million, whose greatest attribute was caring for others. As a community leader, politician and elder statesman he left an indelible mark on the affairs of his community and country. His death has left a void which is hard to fill. The large number of people who thronged the Kuppiyawatte burial ground spoke volumes of the love and affection in which Mr. Ishak was held.
Mr. Ishak who came from a family with strong links to social service, followed the footsteps of his father, N.M.M. Ishak. He entered politics by being elected as a member of the Colombo Municipal Council. He was always accessible even to the poorest of the poor and made use of that position to work and toil for the well being of the down-trodden.
He graduated into national politics and was elected as one of the very few members of the opposition in 1977, when the UNP won a landslide victory at the general elections. His contributions to parliamentary debates were informed, eloquent and down to earth.
I am personally aware of the painstaking manner in which he did his homework before a debate. On numerous occasions when he had to speak on educational topics, he would call me and ask questions pertaining to the educational problems facing the country and the manner in which they are addressed in the international arena, especially with the intervention of organizations like UNESCO and UNICEF.
He was an eloquent speaker in Sinhala. Whether on the political stage or in person to person communication with his constituents, he always exuded a sense of honesty and sincerity which had a lasting impact.
I have often heard him saying that as a representative of the people, a sacred trust has been placed upon him and it was his duty to live up to that trust. He will be remembered by the people who elected him both to the Municipal Council and Parliament.
Mr. Ishak was an old boy of Wesley College, Colombo and had the distinction of being elected President of the Old Boys’ Union. He worked hard to marshal the resources and capabilities of old boys to make tangible contributions to their alma mater. Whatever the task he undertook in that capacity, he performed it with diligence, dedication and single-minded steadfastness.
As a person concerned with the welfare of Muslims in Colombo, he paid considerable attention to the improvement of educational standards in government Muslim schools and did whatever possible to provide them with much needed infrastructure. Although he did not achieve great heights in the field of education, he was convinced that the future of the Muslims depended on education. It was that conviction that made him pay special attention to schools in his constituency.
He was also concerned about Zahira College, Colombo, the oldest and leading Muslim education institution in the country. Inspite of his onerous responsibilities he agreed to serve as a member of the Board of Governors of Zahira College. He made this an opportunity to serve and provide useful suggestions to the college authorities to enable them to improve the educational standards of the poor children attending the institution.
His life was so gentle, and the Elements so mixed in him, that Nature would stand up and say to all the world
This was a man.

Addendum

Senior SLFPer and former Colombo District Parliamentarian Haleem Ishak died yesterday at a private hospital. He was 64 at the time of death.
He was one of the few SLFPers elected during the UNP landslide of 1977, from the Colombo Central multi-member constituency. Thereafter in 1989 he was appointed as Nationalist List MP by the party at the first General Election held under the PR system. Mr. Ishak later joined the UNP just before the 1994 General Election. Haleem Ishak started his political career as member of the Colombo Municipal Council. He contested the General Elections of 1965 and 1970 without success. He was also the Vice President of the Islamic Socialist Front. Janaza took place at the Kuppiyawatte Cemetery yesterday.

A.C.Wijetilleke remembered by Dr Nihal D Amerasekera 29/2/04

WIJETILAKE - Cecil (Planter, Wesley College Old Boy). Beloved husband of Susila Marasinghe, loving father of Chandrika and Himali, father-in-law of Chaminda and Anura, brother of Ananda Gunatilake, expired. Cortege leaves residence on Saturday 14th at 3 p.m. for Cremation at Borella Kanatta at 5 p.m. 630/A, Rankumbura Watta, Galkanda, Minuwangoda. -Daily News

It is with deep sadness that I read the obituary of ACW. He was in the hostel for many years until he left school. My earliest recollection of him is at soft ball cricket in the small park where he specialised in "along the ground" bowling which bought him a bag full of wickets in the ever popular and competitive house matches. He was no slouch with the bat. We will not see those dashing cover drives ever again or the lofty sixes over the tall "Andara" hedge into the Nalanda grounds. He was a wizard at table tennis and gave us a hard time in the tournaments. Cecil was a well known figure in the school at large and became the Senior Prefect in 1961. In the following year he won the Lydia Senaratne award for the most outstanding Hosteller and also the Highfield award for the best all rounder in the school. After a fine school career in 1963 Cecil entered the Arts Faculty at Peradeniya. Here sadly Cecil could not complete his degree due to problems in his personal life. Subsequently he obtained his degree from the Kelaniya University. Memories of these sad events followed and troubled him to the very end. When I look back into the life and times of the many Wesleyites who took part in my life’s drama. I see the awesome force of destiny that fashioned and moulded their lives. I last saw him in Nugegoda in 1962 when he was happy and at his best. To this day I recall his smiling face wishing me goodbye. ACW wanted to be a politician and he would have made a good one, but sadly destiny had other plans. Cecil was a small man with a big heart. He will always be remembered for his loyalty to his school and his kind and caring ways. I just cannot believe I will not see him again although it is 40 years since that last goodbye!!

May he attain Nirvana

R.Rathnavale by NDAmerasekera

“Velu” as he was called joined the school and the boarding in 1954 with his brother Anandakrishnan. They were devout Hindus. For his age Velu was bigger and broader and with his natural flare for sports soon became an indispensable member of the athletics and football teams at all levels. He went on to play for the 1st XI soccer team and was in the Athletics team in his final years at Wesley. My first recollections are of football in the small park when he as an express train darted from one end of the pitch to the other smashing the ball into the goal. He was a well loved eccentric always smiling and taking life easy. The academic work came in the way of his fun outdoors. He left school in 1962 and sadly thereafter our paths never crossed. He worked for Elephant House in Slave Island for many years. It was with much sadness I received the news of his death in February 2003. He was much loved and remained a valued friend both at Wesley and the world at large. His cheeky grin and infectious laugh are precious memories for us all.

May he attain Eternal Peace

Cedric James Oorloff B.A (Lond) A tribute By Dr. Nihal D Amerasekera

Cedric James Oorloff was a Classics scholar and belonged to the elite brigade of Civil Servants of the British Raj. His final assignment in the CCS was Controller of Immigration and Emigration. After Independence he decided to move into a hitherto un-chartered field of education and became Wesley College's first Ceylonese Principal. It must have seemed an audacious move at the time. He arrived at Wesley with his good looks, dapper cream coloured suit, distinguished hair parted on the side and charming manners. With his immaculate English and British Upper Class aristocratic diction Cedric Oorloff could have easily been mistaken for an Englishman. He was noted for his meticulous timekeeping and attention to matters of style, dress and habits. He brought with him the British stiff upper lip, aloofness and strict discipline which attracted many critics. He set the highest standards for himself and others. With his unswerving sense of fair play, sound judgment, sense of humour and understated turn of phrase, he inspired many devoted admirers. He was at the height of his powers at a time when Education was a weighty political and social issue in post-Colonial Ceylon.

There was always a wide gulf between the boys and the Principal. Corporal punishment was then in vogue and his tantrums were avoided like the plague. Being an intellectual he didn't suffer fools gladly. Along with his foresight went a zero-tolerance of mediocrity. Despite this we cannot falter his commitment to Wesley and to education. It must be said the discipline in the school was then at its best.

The new political environment, and new laws diluted the power of the Independent Schools run by the Church. Political ructions dominated his whole career and much of his professional life. On looking back his shrewd political awareness was a Godsend to Wesley during those turbulent times of the 1950's when policies on education were made on the hoof by politicians pandering to the rising tide of ultra-nationalism. With his arrival we saw the dawn of a new era at Wesley. The institution was transformed into an organisation committed to delivering a high quality education. We continued to receive State Grants while maintaining our independence. He found little to admire about politics and politicians. His approach to them was sceptical, even cynical but diplomatic for the greater good of the school. His long association with succesive Governments as a Civil Servant helped him and the school enormously.

CJO showed a keen interest in his staff. He drew deeply on the wide array of talents of the teachers for improvements in teaching, maintaining discipline and high standards of extra-curricular activities. His instructions were lucid and penetrating exploiting the rich resources of students and staff. There was no place in his school for small-minded troublemakers and zealots. He was inspired not by new-fangled and fancy theories but by a wish to do whatever he could to deliver a high-quality Education and he was meticulous. He achieved his objectives in grand style.

We couldn't have had a better forthright Principal during this crucial time. Academic standards improved in leaps and bounds. During his tenure we had some of the best years in the field of sports. I saw his lighter side (literally and metaphorically) when I was a ball boy at the staff tennis court. CJO laughed the loudest during the games, on and off the court. He grunted like a modern day tennis players as he served, just as he did when he swung the cane!! With his trademark look of wry bemusement and a stern schoolmasterly gaze he questioned those about to receive his punishment. But behind the somewhat forbidding exterior was a wicked sense of humour, a high intelligence and a deep loyalty to the profession. He was always courteous and polite whatever the situation and we saw his kindness only when outside the school premises. CJ Oorloff was a thoughtful man who often held strong opinions. He was forever optimistic of a better future for Wesley College.

I recall with much nostalgia his entry onto the stage which he did with incomparable grace, every morning at assembly. He wore his black robe and cap. "Good Morning boys" and we chanted "Good Morning Sir" And he said "Be seated". On Fridays he read out the "Detention for tomorrow" This well rehearsed drill we repeated day after day until he left school. When I see his photo his voice still echoes in my head. His awesome performance on stage must haunt every student who saw his regal presence.

Fiercely impulsive he ran a tight ship and steered the school through difficult storms into calmer waters. He left in 1957 after 7 years at Wesley to become the Principal of his old school, Trinity College. Our loss was their gain. There he was much loved and respected despite his firm authoritarian style. Trinity is a school with long traditions and processes and Mr Oorloff replaced a much loved Principal in Mr Norman S Walter. This was a difficult act to follow. There were times when Mr Oorloff's sure touch seemed to desert him. Perhaps he lacked the total and unhindered support as at Wesley College. Nevertheless his achievements at Trinity speaks volumes of his successful tenure as Principal.

He was the complete professional the likes of whom we may never see again. Whoever is Principal of Wesley College there are moments in my mind's eye when as long as I live I shall only see CJ Oorloff on that special chair on stage. Like Rev Henry Highfield and Rev James Cartman he will remain a legend at the Karlsruhe village in the years to come.

CJ Oorloff's illustrious career as an educationist ended with his retirement in 1968.

• Cedric Oorloff by Radley Claessen
• Wesley College - In Retrospect by Cedric Oorloff
• Cedric James Oorloff – Some Recollections Of My Latin Master By Maj (Retd) H.Careem Zavahir

Addendum from Trinty College Kandy

Mr. C.J. Oorloff (1957-1968)

CJ Oorloff is an Old Royalist but taught at Trinity during Campbell era before joining the Ceylon Civil Service. It was a very wise decision, for the new Principal was a mature man with a very fine record as a high ranking civil servant. He headed Wesely College, Colombo before he came to Trinity. In his day the country was perhaps going through its most difficult period, as anti-British policies were fashionable and national feelings were roused sometimes reaching hysterical proportions. Even the right to survive as an independent school was challenged, many schools in the education system were taken over to the government but Trinity College remained as it was. Mr. Oorloff's policy of quiet dignified management paid ample dividends. It was indeed a period of stabilization. He was able to accommodate changes taking place in the country whilst maintaining all that was best in the history of Trinity.
Mr. Oorloff retired after 12 years and was succeeded by Mr. Lionel Fernando (1968-1977)

GRANT HIM O LORD

ETERNAL PEACE

Christobelle Enid Oorloff B.A. (Lond) By Nihal D Amerasekera

OORLOFF - CHRISTOBELLE ENID (nee LEEMBRUGGEN) Dear wife of the late Cedric James Oorloff (late of Wesley and Trinity Colleges), sister of the late Gerard, Willem and Arthur and of Aileen (Australia) and of Johan, beloved aunt of Gillian and Michelle, expired. Service at A.F. Raymond's Funeral Parlour at 10 a.m. on Monday 20th September followed by interment at General Cemetery Kanatte (Anglican Section). 80/9, Layard's Road, Colombo 5.

Cedric James Oorloff, B.A. (Lond-), was born on the 5th of December 1906. He married Christobelle Enid Lembruggen B.A., (Lond.), born 3rd July 1907, in Christ Church, Galle Face Colombo on the 28th of December 1936. She was the daughter of the Reverend Gerard Henry Percival Leembruggen and Enid Alice Raffel.

Mrs. Oorloff at age 97

Mrs Christobelle Oorloff was a highly gifted lady. She was a calm elegant person who stepped in to bridge the gap between the students and Cedric James Oorloff. She did it with style and to perfection. CEO was cultured and widely read with many interests and talents. With her MA diploma she taught the senior boys English and history and relished the challenge. Her involvement in the school stretched way beyond the teaching commitments executed with verve and aplomb. Well-organised enthusiasm, notable both for its vigour and extent, was the hallmark of her character. She profoundly modest and self-effacing that she never really sought or got the recognition she deserved.

With her charming personality she immersed herself fully in the life of the school. Mrs Oorloff was an exemplary stalwart of the English drama tradition. Her contribution to the school theatre and drama is not an easy one to define, so broad has been her involvement and so widespread her influence. She participated in a whole range of activities in productions and backstage. She had an inexhaustible enthusiasm for drama. She re-invigorated a generation of amature dramatists at school and made a tremendous contribution to the drama at Wesley. She was responsible for the upsurge in the fortunes of the School Dramatic Society. With her gift for getting students interested and involved made it an experience, which she hugely enjoyed. This gave her a lifelong love for Wesley College.

I was a boarder then living behind the Principals bungalow. Tall flamboyant trees (Delonix Regia) with spreading branches surrounded the 100 year old building. The Oorloffs were the Lord and the Lady of the Manor of that elegant house. On some Saturdays I recall the lavish parties she had for us, little kids, with music and games with plenty to eat. She enthralled us with her stories. Mrs. CEO was always smiling and had a calming effect on us all. Being a keen gardener she maintained an immaculate garden with flowers in bloom throughout the year. There were Temple Trees scattered on the periphery of the lawn. She was often seen in the evenings playing with Gillian (her niece) and the dogs in the well manicured lawn in front of the bungalow. An image of their apple green Austin Devon (A40) parked in the porch is firmly etched in my memory.

Mrs.Oorloff was the elegant First Lady of Wesley for seven long years and later on at Trinity College Kandy. We respect her not only as the wife of our Principal but for her charming and effervescent personality. I was saddened to see the obituary of Mrs Oorloff and remember her with gratitude and much affection. It took me back half a century into a tranquil and happy period of my life when the country was at peace and Wesley secured its place in the higher echelons of education. Mrs.Oorloff's decision to remain in Sri Lanka all through the dark days of the ethnic conflict showed her resilience and love for the land of her birth. She always kept faith with her beloved country through all its physical, racial and political transformations.

They were both committed Christians, and were active in their faith. The Oorloff's disemminated the religion not by preaching but by the life they lead. Their hard work, honesty and integrity were an example to us all. They dedicated much time to voluntary work and was greatly respected for their probity. In retirement they found satisfaction in tending to their garden and church-related work.

Their long association with 2 of the finest schools in Sri Lanka came to an end with the death of Mrs. Oorloff in July 2004. She was aged 97. Mr Oorloff passed away 20 years previously. Theirs was a beautiful partnership and they complemented each other perfectly. They made us what we are today giving us the anchorage to survive and thrive in this big wide world. Now it is indeed an end of an era.

Many of their students both at Trinity and Wesley will remember them with much nostalgia and deep gratitude. Such dedication to duty is rarely seen nowadays. Their professionalism and service to education cannot be surpassed. We now live in a material world. They don't make individuals like the Oorloff's anymore!! The mould has changed to our detriment.

Christobelle Enid Oorloff By Branu Rahim

Christobelle Enid Oorloff By Ajith Samaranayake

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Lionel Rajapaksha, A.K.Mather and Godwin Roberts by NDA

Lionel, Godwin and AK were boarders in the 1950's in the LA Fernando era. Lionel had 2 brothers who were respected teachers at school Henry and MT. He was a talkative soul and a live wire in the hostel. AK was the son of Rev Dr James Mather who was Chairman of the Methodist Synod and lived in the Staff quarters opposite Campbell Park. He was a quiet soul and a keen basketball player. Godwin Roberts went on to study chemistry at the Peradeniya University and later joined the TRI Talawakelle as chemist. Subsequently he emigrated to Australia where he died. Godwin had a brother Godfrey who was in the boarding and went to the USA for further studies of whom I have had no news since those halcyon days.

May Their Souls Rest in Peace

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ROBERTSON, Terence. B. (Terry)

1929 – 2004

We regret to record the sudden passing of Terence, on the 15th September. The Committee and members of the Old Boys Union extend their deepest sympathy to Terence’s family and relatives at this time.
Terry was one of six brothers, all of whom studied at Wesley College; his three older brothers Ronnie, Wilton and Melville (all deceased) joined Wesley before him. Terence was at Wesley from 1937 – 1944. Youngsters George and Rex joined the school later.

A keen participant in most of the OBU social activities, Terry never missed a Senior’s gathering and always brought his camera to record the occasion. Everyone who knew him might remember him as “Happy –go – Lucky” and as one who always enjoyed a drink and a funny story. His presence always enlivened any company he was in, and he will be greatly missed.

Family and friends gathered to bid him farewell as he rested his last hour among us, lying beside the colours of his Alma Mater.

Goodbye, brother.

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Hilary De Vos By Keith de Kretser and Robin Reimers

After a long battle with cancer, Hilary de Vos passed away in the early hours of today Saturday 3rd of December 2005.

Hilary was 66 years old. Hilary will be fondly remembered at the Senior Lunch on Sunday 4th of Dec for the immense contribution he made to the OBU Australia Branch and the spirit of the Double Blues.

Life to Hilary was best explained in the context of cricket which he loved with a passion. As a cricketer for Wesley & various other clubs in Sri Lanka & Australia he had scored almost 30,000 runs since he began playing as a boy over 55 years ago. Hilary was bowling with a fifteen yard run up at the age of 55 & he was playing club cricket in Melbourne at the age of 60 years. Wesley OBU family in Australia experienced his talents, charm and kindness over many years. He was a highly respected and admired by everyone -young and old.

Wesley old boys in Sri Lanka and around the world, teachers, friends, OBU-Australia, OBU-Canada, OBU-Colombo, and OBU-UK send their condolences to his wife Jenny, children Tammy, Roger, Vanessa and families, his brothers Harry and Joy and the sister.

Hilary De Vos is now no more but his noble Wesley spirit will remain with us forever.

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CJT Thamotheram by Dr. Nihal D Amerasekera

Mr. Thamotheram was an intellectual and a respected mathematics teacher at Wesley in the 1950's. Being a brilliant mathematician he didn't suffer fools gladly. I still remember when students misbehaved he said they would end up in the institution opposite Wesley( The Welikada Jail). Teaching maths is a gift and a unique skill which he had in great abundance. He made an immense contribution to maintain high academic standards at the school. The engineering and physical science students of the era gained enormously from his erudite maths lectures. His premature departure from Wesley was a great loss. CJT left a legacy of care, concern and commitment as a teacher and the void he left was never filled. Bryan Claessen , Wesley's famous cricketer from the 1950's has contacted his old maths teacher CJT who has indeed returned his call from London. Bryan remembers CJT taking the maths class in the classroom by the chemistry lab and the famous remark "I think you all are more likely to pass the ass ass C rather than the SSC".

CJT's father was the Principal of Hartley College Jaffna, a Methodist Institution of repute in the north. CJT himself was a student and later taught at this school before joining Wesley College. For him teaching was not a stepping stone for another more lucrative job. It was a profession and a way of life which he cared for passionately. CJT made a profound difference in our lives and made us think more deeply. At an impressionable age he set our feet on the right path. At the prime of his life he spent 10 good years at Wesley.

While at Wesley College he won a Fulbright scholarship for a year to the University of Pennsylvania, USA. On his return he continued to teach at Wesley. In 1954-55 he became the President of the Colombo Teachers Association and also founded the Ceylon Teachers Travel Club.

The Methodist Mission in Colombo did not recognise his efforts and service to Wesley and Methodism. They ignored his desire for promotion. In retrospect, this was a grave mistake. A missed opportunity to have a man of his stature in a leading role in a school going through stormy times. He made no attempts to hide his feelings. Naturally , there was bitterness on his part for this lapse. From Wesley College, in 1959 he joined the British Council in Colombo as the First Administrative Assistant .

CJT's commitment to Wesley and to his students did not end on his departure. After emigrating to UK in 1961 he became the patron of the Wesley College OBU since its very inception. I last spoke to him a few months ago when he gave me his memories of JAT Sethukavalar the physics guru at Wesley College, of the 1950's. His mind was then clear and his voice just like in the old days. He was an old school teacher, now a rare breed, who cared genuinely and worked tirelessly for student welfare.

He taught countless students at Wesley and later on in the Latymer School in London from 1965-83. He started the first Tamil School in London in 1981. CJT was a tower of strength to the Tamil community abroad specially those displaced by the ethnic strife in Sri Lanka. He had the courage to stand up for the oppressed.

His contribution to Wesley College and education will always be fondly remembered by his students and colleagues. The brotherhood of past students send their condolences to his immediate family.

C. J. T. Thamotheram— An Appreciation by M.H.Marikar

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Tribute to NAB Fernando by Keith De Kretser

The news of the passing Ben has shocked many including his immediate family. I had the privilege as President of the OBU Australia Branch to forge a strong friendship with Ben who I must say was a teacher when I was a student, but who in his time as Principal of Wesley instilled an aura of confidence in his ability as an educator to guide Wesley through a difficult period and to direct Wesley, her staff and students towards greater achievements. The 125th Jubilee celebrations were a fitting tribute to the enthusiasm and pride he established in the alumni groups at Wesley. Those of us that attended the celebrations will remember the good times we shared and we in Australia were delighted to host Ben and Ira Fernando, Louis and Lisbeth Adhihetty and Upali Samararatne for the equivalent celebrations in Melbourne in 1999. It seems like only yesterday that he was here in our midst. Since he became Pricncipal I have made regular contact, and it was only in December, that I sent Ben and Ira a Christmas card.

I rang Ira tonight to offer my heartfelt condolences to the family not only from my immediate family but from all the Wesley College Old Boys in Australia. She was composed and expressed the shock she, the family and many friends the world over had experienced when informed of Ben’s passing. Ira gave me the very sad details of his passing. Many of you may not know that Ben obtained his Ph. D late last year in education and only graduated last Thursday week(9/3). Ira described his graduation as a fitting tribute to his lifetime of work in being an educator and stated that he looked a picture in his red robes when he graduated. Ben was a deeply religious fellow, a staunch Methodist from his roots in Moratuwa and was very involved in Church work both at the local level and the Church in general. He was attending a church conference over three days in Derby. He rang Ira each night (Tuesday, Wednesday) and was looking forward to being back home on Thursday. On the morning of Thursday there was a communion service before the conclusion of the conference. Ben received communion and shortly thereafter collapsed. He never regained consciousness and was pronounced dead. He had no symptoms of a problem, particularly heart disease. His body is still with the Derby infirmary and an autopsy identified blocked arteries. It was Ben’s wish even though having lived in the UK for almost 40 years, that his final resting place was to be Moratuwa. The family have decided to comply with his wishes. There will be a Service of Thanksgiving for his life this Friday in London, after which his body will be flown to SL where it will remain in State in the Wesley College Hall, his alma mater and the college that was instrumental in his development. His funeral will be on Friday 7th April 2006. Many of us treasure many memories of Ben and let us remember him with fondness and a sense of gratitude for his life’s work with not only Wesley College but with the youth of U.K..

I also noticed in the Sunday Observer(SL) today, that Upali Smararatne has also passed away and his funeral is tomorrow Monday 21 March 2006. It is indeed a coincidence that two friends and old Wesleyites at that should pass away within days of each other.

May their souls rest in peace and God grant them eternal rest.
Lest we forget.

From the Daily News of 31/3/06

FERNANDO - BENITO (Dr N.A.B. Fernando), beloved husband of Iranganie, adored father of Mali, Roshi and Ishani, much loved father-in-law of Adolfo, Tom and John, darling Seeya of Edward, Isobel, Miranda, Spiky, Ciara and Arun, son of late Mr and Mrs B.G.R. Fernando, loving brother of late Jenitta, late Greta and Clinton, Geoffrey and Indra and Ranjit and Birgit, passed away on 16th March 2006. Principal of Wesley College 1995 - 2000. Member of National and District Church Committees and Local Preacher of the Methodist Church in the UK and Sri Lanka, forty years service to education in the UK and Sri Lanka, founder member of the Association of Sri Lankans in the U.K. Completed London Marathon five times. There will be an opportunity to say farewell to Dr Fernando for family and friends on Thursday 6th April 2006 between 10 am and 8 pm at A.F. Raymond, 115, D.S. Senanayake Mawatha, Colombo 8 and on Friday 7th April 2006 from 8 a.m. to 10.45 a.m. for the Wesley College, Community followed by a service celebrating his life and achievements at 10.45 a.m. at Wesley College Colombo 8. Private family funeral and internment will follow in Moratuwa. The family requests no flowers and any donations to be made to Wesley College, Colombo 8.

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Upali Samararatne remembered by LCR Wijesinghe

It was with a sense of disbelief that I heard of Upali Samararatne’s untimely death.I had met him on two separate occasions in December 2004 and he looked quite Healthy and spritely.
Upali was my elder brothers’ classmate and close friend. During College days I was not a member of their “ clique”. My early association with him was as a “rookie” member of the College First Eleven Cricket team. He was the wicket- keeper & vice - captain under the captaincy of Nalendra Abeysuriya. Upali was a hard hitting right-hand batsman and a competent and confidant wicket keeper. He had easily recognizable qualities of leadership and excelled in nearly all of the many extra curricular activies he cared to participate as a schoolboy. Upali left an indelible mark at Wesley and can be considered as one of her noteworthy products.

My friendship with Upali actually developed when he had left college. I became one of his many close friends and was a regular visitor to his Parental home at Wellawatte.
This was during our batchelor days. He was a larger than life personality and was moderate and sensible in his outlook towards life. He was an extrovert and the “ livewire” At any party or social gathering. I will not forget his own characteristic rendering of “ ba ba black sheep” which was a party favourite whenever he was present.

With the pursuit of higher studies, travel , employment & marriage our close association was broken. I am aware that he was a leading personality in Marketing in Sri Lanka and made his presence felt in his chosen field.I am also aware that he was a devoted husband and father to his three daughters.

It is truly sad to hear of his passing away and may he rest in peace.”

Addendum By Neville Weerasekera and Nihal D Amerasekera
I was deeply saddened to hear of the death of Upali Samararatne, a pal from my era and a well known and vibrant character. His charisma, warmth and common sense set him apart from the rest. While some were immersed in scholarly traditions, sports was his passion while at school. He excelled in it enormously. Upali was a fine wicket keeper. Sports writer Premasara Epasinghe describes him as one of the best in schools of his time. When he came in to bat there was always a wild cheer that echoed round the grounds inviting him to give the ball an almighty whack. Upali never disappointed his fans. Edmund Dissanayake, the Honorary Coach at the time relates a story of his batting prowess. In the previous week Anton Perera of St.Peters had annihilated the strong St Thomas' team with some fearful bowling. which earned them the sobriquet of "giant killers" in the newspaper headlines. Next week they played against Wesley, and Kenneth de Silva was trembling to go in and face Anton Perera. Upali volunteered to step in and Edmund agreed. Anton Perera's first ball was dispatched for six.So was the second, and the third for a boundary. At this point Edmund yelled from the pavillion be careful, and he blocked . The next went for two. and another four, making 22 runs in the over. Anton Perera stopped bowling and Wesley won the match. He was a fearless soccer player too. His dare and dash in the field and the hall mark sliding tackles subdued many able school teams. Neville Abeygunewardene, his football coach, in his memories of his years at Wesley, pays Upali a handsome tribute . We will remember him for his skills as an enthusiastic gifted sportsman, a natural leader and a fine Prefect at school.

He started his career at Ceylon Tobacco Co, where his excellent public speaking talents were recognised, and he became Training manager in a short while. Later he setup his own firm as a Marketing and Sales Consultant. He had the capacity to hold audiences spell bound. At a Multi Lac Paints Dealer Convention one thousand five hundred people packed the hall. Trade and Commerce Minister Kingsley T. Wickramaratne, Deputy Minister of Youth Affairs and Sports, Reginald Cooray addressed them. The man who kept the audience in pindrop silence was Upali Samararatne who addressed the gathering for nearly two hours.

He rendered yeoman service in setting up Sathosa Franchise scheme and became Chief Executive of the establishment. The Minister had given Mr. Samararatne the task of appointing 5,000 franchisees within two months. It took him only 58 days to achieve the target and the franchise sales reached Rs100 million per month, within four months without any bulk sales to Jaffna at that time.

He conducted a packed seminar on Marketing and Sales at BMICH, the proceeds of which were entirely donated to the Wesley OBU.

His social skills were his greatest asset. He made friends with a wide range of people, whom he brought together with brilliant results. He gradually became a nationally recognised adviser making his name in the field of marketing. He gave marketing in Sri Lanka an extra dimension and became a much sought after speaker in the field. Upali became a Management Consultant well known for his common sense and fine oratory. He was appointed all island JP, an honour bestowed for his integrity and honesty.

Upali was a man of great charm . He had a galaxy of acquaintances among leading figures in politics, corporate organisations and the trade. He was kind and generous to all with whom he worked and was cherished by his many friends

He always had a strong sense of social justice which endeared him to many. One of his final acts for Wesley was to visit an old boy who was in poor health and set up a Benevolent Fund for Old Wesleyites in distress.
He had an indefatigable love for his alma mater. His passion for Wesley was too great to ignore the troubles and the dissolution of the Colombo OBU. I wish very much he was allowed to lead the OBU which he wanted to reorganise and revitalise. Whilst unjustly frustrated by others in these efforts one of last things he did was to organise a get-together of Wesleyites from the1950's. A very happy and successful inaugural meeting of about 20 persons was held on the 27th of January at the Victoria Masonic Lodge. The next meeting was to be on the 8th April ,and Upali was making many phone calls to enlarge the group. Those who met on the last occasion have decided to continue these series of gatherings as a token of remembrance of a loyal Wesleyite.
Upali had much to offer and gave of his best to Wesley and to society. We will not see his huge sixes at Campbell Park ever again. It was a privilege to have known him. His smiling face and cheerful demeanour will be missed by us all. We will always remember him.
May he attain Nirvana

Felix Premawardhana remembered by Dr Nihal D Amerasekera

PREMAWARDHANA - FELIX Beloved husband of Indranie, loving father of Kuvera (Cardiff) and Kuveni (Devramani - Sri Lankan Airlines), father-in-law of Sobhani and Ranjit Wijeratne, grandfather of Eranthi and Diluka, expired. Cortege leaves residence on Friday 28th April at 2.30 p.m. for Service at Baptist Church, Cinnamon Gardens at 3.30 p.m. Thereafter interment at General Cemetery, Borella (General Section) at 5 p.m. 617/8, Nawala Road, Rajagiriya No flowers please
Felix Premawardhana was one of that rare breed of schoolmasters who gave their entire school career to one school, Wesley College. There he was ever present 24 hours of the day living in the College flats. Like most successful teachers his work and influence did not cease at the school gates. With his background in the Baptist church he played an invaluable role as a counsellor for those in trouble. He had considerable talents and wide interests and was a man of modesty, integrity and kindness. Felix P influenced generations of colleagues and pupils as a teacher. In his interest and many roles in theatre and television became a popular household name in Sri Lanka. In the 1960’s the celebrated British dramatist Peter Schaffer’s play 'Black Comedy' was translated by Felix Premawardhana as 'Kaluware Jaramare' .This was hailed by the theatre critics a great success. For many years he was a stalwart of the school dramatic society when he brought many Sinhala plays to our stage like Ediriweera Sarathchandra's 'Maname'. There were also many productions of his own which he staged at Wesley introducing schoolboys to the pleasures and pain of drama and acting.

Felix P taught many subjects in the middle school. He taught ancient Ceylon history with a passion and held strong views about the original inhabitants of the island. The long held view that they were savages akin to the devil was fiercely contested and dispelled by him. History for him was a story which he related as a master story teller to a spellbound audience. He acted these parts brilliantly bringing the characters to life. It was a fun time provided we had done the homework

Many would remember him as an energetic teacher of the Sinhala language. He was a strong character and had a real interest in academic detail. Our text was the infamous Kumara-rachanaya, a ‘gruesome’ collection of Sinhala prose, poems and comprehension. It still gives me nightmares and I have been known to recite the poems in my sleep!! He tolerated no nonsense and we all learnt Sinhala to sail through the difficult examinations. Above all he cared for our welfare and never forgot his mission as a teacher. Felix P was my class master in Form 1 in 1954. He had no favourites in class. Everyone was treated with respect. He pronounced his words with clarity and precision and spoke with authority. His message was robustly delivered. He was one of the fine all round teachers of my time.

Felix P had a passion for photography and was in charge of the Photographic Club of the school. He was there with his camera to record the proceedings be it the Sports Meet, Prize Giving, or the Founders day celebrations. The agony and the ecstasy of a generation of Wesleyites must be captured in his films. He took an active part in the Student Christian Movement and also joined the Social Service Club. Many would remember him as the enthusiastic master in charge of Hillard House. Felix P served Wesley for over 25 years and was the middle school supervisor for some of the time.

He was always well dressed. My abiding memory of Felix P is his well trimmed handle-bar moustache and his large frame in a light brown gabardine suit walking the long corridors of the school. His loud booming laugh still seem to echo in the background. He inspired great affection in everyone who knew him. Some people, through what they are and what they do, raise our expectations of human nature and thereby lift the spirit. Felix P did this. His serenity. lucidity composure, generosity, gentleness, compassion and sheer indomitable courage in his final illness made him an extraordinary man.

He was strengthened throughout his life by his very happy marriage to Indranie and also by his son Kuvera and daughter Kuveni. To them he gave his love and guidance always. To the school he gave his entire career. We miss him and give God thanks we knew him. We remember and celebrate his life and work. .

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Addendum by Shanta Premawardhana

At his 80th birthday party this January, my uncle Felix, in a speech laced with his characteristic humour said to his guests that he has only a few weeks to live. Expressing his readiness for the inevitable end, he exhorted his family and friends not to be afraid to talk about death, since it is indeed, a part of life. It was one of the more powerful testimonies I have heard about the power of hope over death. Uncle Felix died on Tuesday 25th April 2006.

He was a prominent Baptist and Ecumenical leader in Sri Lanka. A renowned actor and director on stage he was also a movie star. As long-time director of Communications for the National Christian Council of Sri Lanka, his efforts resulted in an Arts Centre that included a TV studio and an Arts garden in which artists of various sorts were welcome to rehearse. He was also an international movie critic with Inter-film. He is survived by his wife Indrani (Vice President, Baptist World Alliance), Kuvera (Physician, Cardiff, Wales) and Kuveni Wijeratne (Senior Executive, Sri Lankan Airlines)

I will officiate and preach at his funeral due to be held in Sri Lanka on Friday at 2:30 p.m. I will arrive in Sri Lanka following my meetings in Kazakhstan on the same day at 9:15 a.m. I will post more details following the funeral.

Rev. Cyril Premawardhana by Dr.Nihal D Amerasekera

I am greatly indebted to Dhilanthi Fernando for providing the information about the good Reverend's early years. The photo, as we saw him at Wesley, was sent by Shantha Premawardhana,

Cyril Devadasa Ellawala Premawardhana was born on March 23, 1915. He was 2nd in a family of 10 children. His early life was spent in Horana where his Father was a Baptist Minister and mother a devout Christian. Cyril received his early education at Carey College which was a prominent Baptist School at the time. He then went on to Serampore, India for his theological education and obtained his BD. (Bachelor of Divinity). In the mid 1950s, Cyril studied in the United States and was conferred the STM (Masters in Sacred Theology) from Andover Newton Theological Seminary in Newton, Massachusetts, and MA from Columbia University, New York. He returned to teach at Wesley College and continued his Church work in Nugegoda where he served his Parish for many years. Later Cyril started a PhD program at Vidydodaya in the late 1960s and went on to North Western University in Chicago to complete his studies. He returned prematurely to SL as his wife Mercy died suddenly that year (1970).

Cyril moved to the Theological College of Lanka in Pilimatalawa in 1965, and later became its principal in 1977. There he taught Buddhism, World Religions, and was the director of the Centre for Buddhist Studies. He died in on March 24, 1979 of a heart attack, while still the Principal.

He was president of the SL Baptist Sangamaya for 3 terms.

His main contribution to theology was to develop a close association with the Buddhist leadership of Sri Lanka, including Ven. Kotagama Vachissara, and Ven.Walpola Sri Rahula. He led the Theological College to understand that it was important to interpret the Christian gospel in a way that was relevant in the Buddhist context. He did this with much conviction and sensitivity.

I remember with great affection Rev. Cyril Premawardhana, who taught at Wesley from 1954-65. His roots were tenaciously Baptist. His father was a Baptist Minister. He was a committed Christian and an air of his ecclesiastical background remained with him throughout life. While he could have pursued a career as either a churchman or a schoolmaster and would have risen high in either profession, he chose both to become our Chaplain and also a teacher of divinity, history, civics and Sinhala
As a Chaplain of the school he administered pastoral care with his special brand of discretion, good humour, kindness and commonsense. For this he was loved and respected by us all. He travelled to Wesley College from Chapel Lane Nugegoda in his BSA Bantam motor cycle with his son Shantha on the pillion. Stories were legion of their mishaps on the way.

Cyril wore his reverends’ collar with pride. I recall his scripture lessons when he taught us St. Matthews Gospel. He dissected the text separating fact from fiction with the expertise of a forensic scientist. He showed a tremendous insight into the intricacies of all world religions and contributed enormously to the religious life of the school. We have always found him astonishingly alert and perceptive to alternative philosophies and ideas.

He taught in the middle school when we were in our mischievous teen years. Occasionally we tested his patience to the brink. There was a brisk rebuke but no canings or tantrums on his part. He controlled the class well with his experience and charm. What you saw was what you got - a man of God.

Cyril encouraged and inspired generations of students to lead a good life. He suffered from a chronic stiff neck which remained with him all his life. We schoolboys often had a wicked streak in us and called him "Bella" for his infirmity. I am sure he knew it but took it in his stride. That was the true Cyril Premawardhana and his forgiving Christian spirit. His name was synonymous with kindness and simplicity.

I last saw him when I worked at the Central Blood Bank in Colombo in 1970 when he greeted me with a bear hug. He reminisced in fascinating detail about Wesley, in which we had a common interest, but did not dwell on the past . He had followed events in education at School with a keen eye and made his comments politely. I will always remember this avuncular figure with dark rimmed spectacles and a benign smile. He was an embodiment of those values we cherished at Wesley, and was a wise and kind mentor to many. Cyril P was a gentle soul who brought kindness to an often harsh environment. His humility was awe inspiring and his life was a mission fulfilled.

"HE TOOK YOU HOME AND GAVE YOU REST"

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Lynfrey. K.(LK) Fernando By Dr. ND Amerasekera

LYNFREY - K. FERNANDO. Beloved husband of Thilaka, dear father of Chamil at Rest with Jesus. His remains will be removed from Raymond Florist Parlour at 10.30 a.m. on the 24/06/06 for service at Union Church Welisara at 11 a.m. and later for burial at the General Cemetery, Welisara. No.28/1, Kurunduwatta Road, Mahabage, Welisara.

I read with much sadness the loss of yet another school friend. We were together from Std 3 (1951) at the age of 9 years. I remember LK as a quiet curly haired chap tall for his age. His father was a Superintendent of an estate in Ingiriya. When Lynfrey was at the boarding his parents came to see him at weekends with his little sister.

Sports was never his forte and one could see this at a glance the way he held the cricket bat but he made up for this by his passion and support for the game throughout his school career.

My lasting memory of Lynfrey will be his gentleness. He spoke no evil, heard no evil and saw no evil. I cannot recall him being angry or unpleasant. I often wish we could have kept in touch. He left school after the GCE in 1960. Our paths never crossed as I left the country to settle abroad.

Some go silently into the night -
walk through the park of our humanity
with breath that parts no air -
steps that bend no grass -
disturbing nothing as they pass.

We will never see his smiling face again but his quiet contribution to life of the school will not be forgotten. His voice and laughter must swirl in the ether of the classrooms and corridors of Wesley.

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Mrs. Sivasubramaniam - by Keith De Kretser

Mrs Enid Annaratnam Sivasubramaniam – Mrs Siva Born 7.05.1921 Called to Glory 11.08.2006

Mrs Siva passed away peacefully on 11th August in Sydney Australia surrounded by family and loved ones. My recollections of Mrs Siva is that of a statuesque lady, a strong disciplinarian and a teacher who took a great interest not only in her students but the overall well being of the school community, i.e. staff, pupils and parents and in upholding the highest values for our alma mater Wesley College in every field of endeavour.

Whilst being a strong disciplinarian she also had this maternal instinct that understood the psyche of boys growing up and the scrapes they would get into, being able to deal with and manage the issues and to garner the respect and trust of the students. These characteristics were appreciated by a number of students who felt she was one teacher who bothered to understand their perspective and to afford them appropriate mentoring rather than corporal punishment being meted out as a quick fire solution to dealing with the situation. Mrs Siva acquired these skills by bringing up 6 sons as a single mother. As her son Patta once mentioned she used to punish them when they misbehaved and they would get a thrashing with the stick that was used to push out "pittu" from the old fashioned "pittu bamboos". At a time when single mothers were not known among the community as it is in today’s society, coping with this stigma in a country which embraced certain traditional cultural values and frowned on those in such situations, Mrs Siva balanced her duties as a mother, homemaker and teacher and brought up six sons on a paltry teachers salary. Mrs Siva had a strong Christian faith as she had strong family ties with the church. Her uncle was the first Bishop of Jaffna Rt.Rev.Dr. Sabapathy Kulendran. I recall she would take Christian assembly in Tamil on occasions.

At her funeral, her grand daughter (Ponnambalam - P Siva’s daughter) spoke candidly about the courage and determination of Mrs Siva during this phase of her life I quote from her eulogy, ..”My grandmother had it rough. She was a single mother of six boys in a very traditional society, It was a time I never heard her speak about, but it was a time that embodies her character. My father’s retelling provides me with a myriad of painful images. When she worked at Wesley College, she had only one sari. She would come home from a hard days work, every day wash the sari while she cooked a meal for her sons and happily wear the sari the next day and repeat the process. I know she went without food so her sons could eat. She took a small salary at Wesley College so her sons could attend a private school free of tuition fees. She provided for each of them with a small salary that she had.”

Mrs Siva taught Mathematics and English at Wesley. I recall the many lunch time sessions in the Highfield Block where Mrs Siva trained us to participate in the many successful Wesley College “Do you know?” and “Spelling Bee” teams in the inter-Collegiate competition on Radio Ceylon. She also wore the hat of both a teacher and parent and was also involved with the Parent Teacher Association. When Wesley competed in sport particularly cricket, one would find Mrs Siva there to support “her students”. She was one of those rare breed of teachers who was passionate about her work in a holistic sense and it highlights the wonderful job she did in not only moulding the lives of many students but her overall contribution to Wesley College in an era when Wesley boasted a tutorial staff that shared many of the same ideals as Mrs Siva.

I had the pleasure of meeting her after many years in the late eighties when the Wesleyites in Sydney formed an OBU Branch. She remembered names and always enquired about the well being of the students from yester year. Mrs Siva was active till her last days. In fact I was on a flight to Sri Lanka last year when I met her son Patta who was going to Sri Lanka specially to celebrate her birthday. At one stage in the late eighties she was hit by a car and broke both legs, her hips and her left shoulder. But Mrs Siva’s courage endured, never one to give up she was up and about after recuperating.

Mrs Siva was laid to rest on Tuesday 15th August at Rookwood Cemetery in Sydney after a Service of Thanksgiving for her life. All her sons had gathered to give this grand matriarch a fitting farewell. There were many Old Wesleyites who attended the service. Mrs Siva’s final journey from the hearse to her grave involved the Wesleyites in attendance who were invited by the family to carry her coffin to her final resting place.

As the words of the last verse of Charles Wesley’s hymn “Forth in thy name O Lord I go …” which was the second hymn sung at the service state

Mrs Siva thank you for your contribution to Wesley College and the many lives you touched. May your reward for your labour be eternal rest in heaven.

To the family we extend our sincere sympathy particularly Ponnambalam(P Siva), Rev Ariaratnam, Purushothamar Sivasubramaniam (the Athlete who won a number of Public School athletics events – held High Jump record for Public Schools) and Patta who were four of Mrs Siva’s sons that attended Wesley College.

Keith de Kretser

Melbourne, Australia

Read account of her life in Teachers section of this website

Charles Yesudian by Dr.N.D.Amerasekera

Dear Dr. Amerasekera,
I was trying to contact you since June 23 but I have lost your e-mail address. My father passed away on June 23, 2006 at 09.20 hours at home in Nagercoil at the age of 89. I was at his bedside at the time of his death. His funeral took place at the local Church of South India church on 24th afternoon.
I was going through all his photos of Ceylon , which he cherished so much. I came across one photo, which you may recognize. Please see the attached photo and the signatures behind it. It seemed to me a farewell photograph.
With warm regards.
C.A.K. Yesudian

Charles Yesudian was an innovative and inspirational teacher of biology, botany and zoology at Wesley from 1949 to 1961. He was a brilliant teacher; former students still recall a lecturer of compelling eloquence and inspiration. His lectures were lucid and skilfully organised. His students admired him unreservedly. He introduced students to the method and purpose of biology in a way that greatly influenced its teaching. Charles Yesudian insisted and introduced a source-based practical approach to the teaching of science. He was an iconic figure during this time and there are many who owe their careers to this great man. He was also a shy, generous and deeply kind man. He had an unswerving commitment to biology and its social purpose.

Charles Yesudian was a hostel master and a good one. His calm demeanour brought kindness and understanding to an otherwise harsh environment. He will mostly be remembered for his efforts in building an enormous library of books and specimens for the Biology Dept. He spent his free time admiring the fauna and the flora of the school grounds. We remember him for his gargantuan efforts to get us through the difficult University Entrance examinations. His words of encouragement still echo in my years. The results in those years speaks for itself. He was a legendary figure. Personally I was very fortunate to have been at Wesley during this time. His contribution to the academic and pastoral life of the school will be fondly remembered by his students for years to come. That was a golden era of science education at Wesley.

Hi Nihal,
It is with great sadness we see another of the great masters of Wesley College pass into the next world. Yesu was not only my biology teacher at Wesley, he was also the Dorm Master in my Senior years in the hostel, he was a great gentle and understanding man, in all my years at the hostel he never raised his voice once at any student, even if we got up to some pranks that deserved more than just a stern talking to. Thanks for the picture it brought back memories, it was good to see some of the senior men at College like Sheriff Fallil, L.C. R Wijesinghe, Nihal Fernando, Daya Perera, yourself and Sarath Wickramaratne. In concluding I can only say we were privileged to be taught not only knowledge by this great man, but also respect for our masters and peers.
Mike Christoffelsz (Australia)

Dear Nihal,
Thanks for your message. ( very sad news ) We at Wesley are privileged and blessed to have had such a wonderful, caring group of teachers. Charles Yessudian was one of the greaest.
I distinctly remember our last year, when the University Exam results were published how elated he was and Lafa too. Their dedication was not only for the education of the students but to make us good citizens of the world. That photo brings back many memories : Each and every one in our batch did very well . I noticed at least five doctors, Sarath Ranasinghe, NJ Nonis, Daya Perera, you and myself. Thanks to Wesley and our great teachers.
Kind Regards

Lakshman Jayasinghe (Brisbane Australia)

Hi Nihal, That is a great picture, I will try to get this enhanced. I was able to recognize most of guys in the picture, some I have a vague idea. Could you write their names,. It is a sad loss for all us who had known him over the years. He laid the foundation for what we are today. The picture does indeed brings back some old memories.

Thanks.

R. Somanathan ( San Diego USA)

Dear Nihal,
Thank you for letting us know of the passing away of Mr Yesudian. He truly was a Wesley icon.May his soul rest in Peace.
I can still recall with fondness, how he commenced his first Zoology class in the Bio lab ,where all of us were seated on Lab Stools,with new copies of that standard Zoology texbook (Grove + Newell) opened before us. If my memory serves me correct, he wanted us to write on the first page the words " Knowing the better and doing the Worst" - Prof Hogg.-- I really do not know who Prof Hogg was, maybe a well known Zoologist. Some of these memories are etched in our minds for always.
Thank you also for sending this autographed photo .......It should be treasured ...brings back so many memories.
Regards
Lalith Wijesingha (Emirates)

Please read the accounts written about Mr. Yesudian in the Teachers section of this website.

• Charles Yesudian - A Gentle Genius by Dr.N.D.Amerasekera with an addendum by CSK and RLW
• Charles Yesudian by his students

GRANT HIM O LORD

ETERNAL PEACE

TUAN KITCHIL AMITH FALLIL Retired Central Bank of Sri Lanka, youngest son of late Noor and Nei Bagoos Fallil, beloved husband of Shirley (USA), loving father of Zianka (Medical Student, USA), expired on 9th August. Burial took place on 10th August, New Jersey Muslim Burial Ground. Family members sincerely thank all those who attended Janaza prayers at Kuppiyawatte Muslim Burial Ground on Friday 11th August. 381, Bradley Avenue, Staten Island, NY10314, New York.

From the CSI Adult Learning Center, STATEN ISLAND NY USA

There are students like Tuan Fallil, who fled Sri Lanka in 1996 after a terrorist attack destroyed the bank where he worked as an examiner.
"It was like our Twin Towers," Fallil said, explaining that a truck carrying explosives slammed into the bank, killing 360.
A month later, Fallil arrived in Meiers Corners and soon developed serious medical problems that kept him bedridden for three years. But he worked with his doctors to keep his illness under control.
Although he sometimes had trouble standing up, Fallil began attending classes to earn his GED. "Everyone encouraged me in class," said Fallil, 60, who will begin an undergraduate program in the fall to become a physician's assistant.

This was the last email (April 2006) from my school friend - NDA

Hi ND,
Nice to hear from you. I am sorry for the long silence. Now that I have discovered Nissanke is close by, I am in touch with him. It's a live conversation over the telephone.
End of 2005, Nissanke went to Sri Lanka for his mother's funeral. I was sad to hear about it. I did not know that Nissanke was your cousin. So it was your aunt who passed away.
Back home, Mr Felix Premawardane was a telestar. He appeared in many of the teledramas over the Rupavahini and ITN channels. What impressed me was that he looked and appeared very young. I found it hard to believe that he was my teacher for sinhalese in primary school. Both Mr Felix Premawardane and Rev. Premawardane taught my class Sinhalese. What a difference between the brothers? Rev. Premawardane was easy going while Felix was a 'terror'. His size and voice intimidated us. I wish Mr Felix Premawardane well and may peace be with him.
Reminiscing when I was in the 2nd standard, Mr Felix Premawardane was introduced to the class as having returned from the USA. he wore very dapper nylon shirts and at that time I thought USA was full of people who were well dressed .Now that I am in New York find the people dress weirdly.
So long, I will keep in touch.
TK

His comments in the Wesley College OBU (UK) Guestbook speaks for itself
T.K.A.Fallil
When were you at Wesley? 1950 - 1964
Please write your comments: Ever so grateful to Wesley College.

"Inna Lillahi Va Inna Ilaihi Rajioon"

"From Him do we come and unto Him do we return"

DENZIL PETER PERERA -

(Proprietor Quali - Packs) Past President Old Weslyites Sports Club). Beloved husband of late Joyce, son of late Victor and of Virginia, father of Sharmini, Aasha (LA-Petit Fleur) and Hiran, father-in-law of Malik, Vikum (Scanwell) and Dinali, brother of late Bertus late Clarice and of June, Neville, Cynthia and Roger, darling grandfather of Shirantha, Sugath, Keyasha, Yasara, Dishara, Hashini and Anisha. Cortege leaves residence on 31st August at 3.00 p.m. for service at Sacred Heart Church Rajagiriya and burial at General Cemetery Kanatte at 4.30 p.m. (RC Section). No. 55/1, Buthgamuwa Road, Welikada, Rajagiriya.

From Richard Dwight: It is with regret that we record the passing away of Wesley's and CR&FC's hockey star of yester-years and, the former President of the Old Wesleyites Sports Club - D. Peter Perera, affectionately known to many as Denzil. Denzil wasn't enjoying good health for quite sometime now and, more recently was confined to his home, and eventually succumbed peacefully to cross the great divide on Tuesday night at the age of 69. A loyal stalwart of Wesley College , he had his entire education, both primary and secondary at Wesley, to which he stood committed to the end. Endowed with a pleasing personality and a fine physique, he was found to be meticulous student and a good sportsman, where he excelled at hockey with his trade mark powerful drive. Denzil in the wider sphere of life worked at Aitken Spence, before breaking out on his own to be the proprietor of 'Quali Packs'.

He was actively involved in mercantile hockey, participating in many a national. By far the best and crowing moment of his, was when he was a member of the first ever mercantile hockey team's tour of South India in 1956 where apart from Denzil amongst the others were Hugh Aldons, Vernon Prins, Chandra Schafter, V.S.De Kretser, Dennis de Rosayro, Ivan de Kretser and a few more. Amidst the constraints in the work-a-day business life, his concern however was to see his college and the club forging ahead. And so he gave sacrificially to both institutions, in an attitude of let not your left hand know, what your right hand doeth. He gave tone and direction to the OWSC during his revival days and was its President for 3 years.

Denzil liked the good things of life, he was a moderate and the good virtues he imbibed at school was brought to bear in later years and his salient feature was, that he knew when to speak and when to withhold his speech. He was a kindly man, of quiet disposition and a true friend, the like of whom Wesley will not see for a long time. His mortal remains which lie at his home in Rajagiriya, will be taken to the Rajagiriya Sacred Heart Church for a service at 3.15 p.m. and thereafter for burial at 4.15 p.m. at the Borella Cemetery . Denzil, whose wife predeceased him, is survived by his two daughters Charminie, and Asha and his son Hiran. For Denzil, there will now be no more pain or grief, may his soul rest in peace

From LR Goonetilleke (1999) : Mr. Denzil Perera was appointed the President of the OWSC in 1994 with Tyrone Maye and Sunil Fernando as Secretaries. It was during his tenure of office that Captain Navin De Silva was appointed as convenor for the expansion of the Second phase of the club. Navin De Silva was motivated by a donation of Rs. 25,000/- made by Dr. G. Paul and the reserves in the club's coffers. He had Ivor Mahroof as Secretary of the project committee and late R. Kukendran designing and supervising the project. Some old Wesleyities contributed generously for the expansion and their names appear in the Roll of Honour displayed at the Club House. A plaque to honour President Denzil Perera was installed, on his gifting a magnificent Billiards table to the Club. His splendid and generous munificence, certainly enhanced the Club's status and profile.

From LCR Wijesinghe: I came to know him with the work leading to the establishment of the OWSC . The most noticeable trait of his was his overwhelming generosity .
He had a passion for ballroom dancing and was a regular attendee at all the OBU and OWSC Annual Dances with his dear wife Joyce who predeceased him. Denzil lived a full life and enjoyed it to the maximum until fate dealt a cruel blow, by an illness which left him partially paralysed , wheelchair bound and bereft of Clear speech. Denzil was a past President of the OWSC and held that office with dignity. I recall the pleasant times shared with him at the numerous social gatherings I had the priviledge of attending. He had a large circle of friends and a close knit family . Neville and Roger were younger brothers and both outstanding Old Wesleyites I am aware he had an elder brother Bertus who was a DIG of Police and studied at Wesley.
Though my association with Denzil was a short one I am thankful for the opportunity to get to know him and appreciate his humane qualities.
May his soul rest in Peace.

Grieve not too long but look around,
In earthly things he can be found
A falling leaf, a growing tree,
In every breeze flying free.
As you were, you will always be remembered.

GRANT HIM O LORD

ETERNAL PEACE

Milroy Bulner by Lalith C.R.Wijesinghe

Milroy Bulner was my front door neighbour at Baddagane,Kotte from about 1961 to 1962. He stayed with his sister Wilma and brother in law, who was a Captain in the SL Army, during this time. The two of us were Senior students at Wesley and were members of the 1st XI Cricket team as well. He was my senior by one year in the Cricket team, Milroy was Vice-Captain of the cricket team in 1961 which was his final year. He was an accomplished right hand batsman. He was also a College Prefect & won College colours for Cricket.
We became close friends during these last years at College travelling to College together & also coming home together after cricket practise. What struck me most about Milroy was his good manners, sensitive nature & concern for others. These were admirable qualities to possess & spoke truly of his family which was well knit & loving with good family values.I recall the regular conversations the two us used to have as schoolboys on our doorstep, sometimes till late evening.

Soon after leaving College he found employment with a Tea Trader in Colombo & worked there for a few years. Subsequently he joined the Trincomalee Tea Administration & moved to Trincomalee. This was the time I lost contact with him & regret it so dearly. As I never got the opportunity to see Milroy Bulner again. I came to know that he died suddenly of renal failure, after a brief illness. It was a premature & sad end to a life which could have meant so much to so many. Milroy, will be remembered fondly by his friends & family."

Addendum by ND Amerasekera
I first came across Milroy Bulner in the Primary School when he was in a parallel class. Then we were both in the boarding. He was a quiet lad with a deep sense of what’s right and wrong. I saw this when we played softball cricket together in the small park and umpired our own matches. He was a fine all round cricketer and had a good understanding of the theoretical and practical aspects of the game. He partook in the mischief and the fun which was endemic in the hostel. This took our minds off the blight of homesickness. Milroy was a popular figure in the school and in the hostel. His place in the 1st XI cricket team of 1960 as its vice captain attracted the usual fan club of juniors. Even after I left the boarding in 1958 we continued to meet in the long corridors of our school for a chat and a laugh. Sadly after I left school in 1962 our paths never crossed . It is with deep sadness I note his demise at the prime of his life. The world needs the likes of him, kind, forthright and honest. There is some truth in the saying "Only the best die young". As they say for cricketers "may the turf lay lightly on him".

GRANT HIM O LORD
ETERNAL PEACE

Marshall Perera remembered by ND Amerasekera

PERERA - MARSHAL Long Standing Worker of Wesley College for 68 years, expired. Funeral Saturday the 23rd at No.28, Mahindu Mawatha, Railway Town, Kekirawa.

Marshall was the Office 'Peon' and man Friday doing the errands and making the coffee. He worked the Gestetner cyclostyle machine and generated the paperwork that oiled the machine that ran the school. He was a close associate of Mr Eric De Silva, the Bursar, who was the backbone of the school for over 30 years. Marshall walked the long corridors of the school many times everyday carrying the good and bad news and the paperwork to the teachers. In the process he warned us the Principal was on his way - "becareful".

It is indeed an end of an era. I have always associated Wesley with Marshall. With his three quarter sarong and his toothy smile Marshall was often seen 'loitering with intent' within the school premises. He looked after school property as if it were his own. Marshall had a remarkable memory and knew all the students and teachers past and present. On my many trips to Wesley it was Marshall who greeted me first. He never failed to take me on a conducted tour of the school mentioning little snippets of news of old boys and Past teachers. He conducted his many duties with dignity and honesty. Marshall is the last of a long line of dedicated workers who have provided such a fine service to the school over many decades. Ranis the Great, Chemistry Rodrigo, Physics Silva and Marshall formed a quartet of dedication to the school. Their lives were closely interwoven with the fabric of the school. Their combined years of service would amount to an incredible 200 years. They were an integral part of the school community and will all be remembered fondly and with much respect by the many generations of school boys who have passed through the gates of Wesley College.

I do not think Marshall ever retired. He was too much a part of Wesley. An old soldier who remained loyal to the very end to just fade away into eternity. He is one of our definitive cultural figures. A man of unsurpassed knowledge of our recent history, and of our dignity and heart.

The grateful Old Boys built a house for Marshall in Kekirawa for his retirement.

May he attain the ultimate Bliss of Nirvana

Glen Rabot by Yohan Ferreira

RABOT - GLEN (Odel Pvt. Ltd), died under tragic circumstances. Darling son of Maurice and Patricia, dearly beloved nephew of Florence, May, Anton, Elaine, Christopher, Hillarine, Trevor and Mignon, sadly missed by all grieving cousins. Cortege leaves A.F. Raymond's Funeral Parlour on Saturday 9th December 2006 at 4.30 p.m. Burial at General Cemetery, Kanatte (General Christian Section). 15, Wewala Road, Weligampitiya, Ja-ela.

I have some sad news to share. Some of you may
remember Glen Rabot of the 1998 batch. He had met with
an accident last evening and passed away.

While at school Glen was a Prefect and the Vice
President of the Student Christian Movement. His body
will lie at A. F. Raymonds funeral parlour in Borella
from this evening (Thursday). The funeral is on
Saturday, 9th December 2006.

Glen will be sadly missed by many of us who knew him.

GRANT HIM O LORD

ETERNAL PEACE

Brian Goonetilleke by Nihal D Amerasekera

Brian was a boarder with me at Wesley in the mid 1950's. I remember him as a decent and polite friend mad about cricket. He joined in the fun and the laughter ever present in the boarding. I will always remember his smiling face. Brian left Wesley to join Law College where he qualified to practice the profession in the Matugama and Kalutara Courts. He married Chandrani Corea and had 2 sons Sanjeeva and Shelan. He died after a tragic accident at home aged 34. With his honesty and kindness he would have made a good lawyer. Sadly his life was cut short in its prime before he was able to serve his community to the full. As they say only the good die young. We will always remember him.

Born in April 1942
Died in May 1976
I thank Damian his brother for providing the information and the photograph

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ETERNAL PEACE

Trevor Gunasekera remembered by many past Wesleyites from the 1950's

Photo kindly sent to me by Michael Christoffelsz

From ND Amerasekera

Trevor was an icon of our time at Wesley. Above all it is his eccentricity that has made him an iconic figure. Even after the passage of nearly 50 yrs we still remember Trevor and his antics. I have vague recollections of Trevor as a Rugby player. Built like a tank those who tackled him must have felt his presence!!
Trevor was a decent bloke at school despite his somewhat erratic behaviour. He was always teased at Wesley which he handled with characteristic belligerence. His unsophisticated humour often amused and even frightened us in those days as he pounced on unsuspecting students. Perhaps his innate affability was not allowed to surface due to his personal circumstances. He never failed to give me the customary "Salaam" in the long corridor. Occasionally he extended his kindness by tapping me on the back with his powerful spade like hands sending me reeling onto the tarmac below. Then came the booming baritone voice next to my ear "sorry ND, are you ok". When we left school, sadly, our paths never crossed and I never saw him again. I sincerely hope he had a good life. I wish to remember Trevor as he was in the 1950's, a firebrand. I am convinced behind that aggressive facade was a gentler soul. It would be true to say he has left a void that can never be filled!!

Our brotherhood of Wesleyites extend our condolences to his family.
May God Bless you Trevor and mind the pearly gates of heaven and open them gently!!

From Robin Reimers

My story is about my first meeting with Trevor since 1961.....its important that you know that this story is told "sine livor" (without malice....hell if its good enough for Keith its good enough for me!!..)

It was during the 125 year celebrations in 2000...a group of us Aussie Wesleyites decided that we would meet for a pre function drink at "the Library" of the Trans Asia Hotel where a lot of us were staying at the
time.I had managed to make contact with Trevor at Crescat Residencies that afternoon & decided that it would be good if he could make it to this get together where he would be able to meet others like Bill Deutrom,Reg Bartholomeusz,Keith DeKretser etc (well it seemed like a good idea to me at the time!!!)

The original intention of the the group was to have a couple of drinks prior to the main event which was the 125 Year Celebration Ball.....as is the normal Aussie way it was planned that the bill would be split between us all and away we would go.....now that was the plan untril Trevor got in the way...he had arrived there with a big big thirst which seemed to get bigger by the minute.....double scotch after double scotch gleefully chased with a cold beer had us Aussies looking at one another & wondering (a) how
much can this bloke drink (b) do we have enough money to pay the bill & (c) how to "cut & run".....well a plan was hurriedly hatched that we call a last round of drinks...no names.... but a bloke whose 1st name is William & surname starts with D offered to pay for Trevor's considerable consumption which went a long way towards soothing the angst that had built up among some of the Aussies & partners who had no idea who Trevor was anyway! Everything looked to be going ok until a waiter arrived to say that a
gentleman over in the corner would like to buy our group another round of drinks.....the man in the corner turned out be Afghar Mohideen who was in a deep discussion with a member of one of Sri Lanka's ruling families(not the Senanayakes)....after a quick discussion (Trevor's opinion was not sought!!) it was decided that we would seek a rain check on Afghar's kind offer......you all also need to know that this was the only drink that was refused by us for the entire period of celebrations!!!!I did see quite a deal more of Trevor during the next fortnight at the various events & enjoyed his company over a drink or three.I shall
remember Trevor for being a man of considerable bluster on the outside but a very genuine person on the inside

From Peter Christie

Fortunately for me I met Trevor while I was on my way to an assignment and the company van i was in just happened to slow down, because of the Temple Trees traffic on a bright Colombo morning. Lo and behold was the "looming larger than any Wesleyite" image of Trevor or Golu standing on the pavement, waiting for a "putt putt, tukk tukk" or whatever. I remembered not to let my enthusiasm get the better of me so after careful thought I shouted out "Joe" instead of my usual "Goluwa". He approached and asked me "where the .... are you going to?" "Assignment" I replied very meekly, remembering his knuckles hurt. He opened the door and said "drop me at St. Michaels" (THE BLANKS ARE ON FOR LOU's heart). I told the driver that he had a detour and that the mahathaya was a senior "ussas police niladhraiyek" and we took old Golu to St. Michael's. "Wait for me" and I did. I was thinking to my sef "You mess up everybody's life and you are still scared........... when you see Golu."
He finished his whatever he came for, then wanted to be driven back to where I had picked him from. According to Willie only Layton VanderPutt could have said "no" to Golu and I decided that playing tough guy was not advisable. More traffic jams and Joe got talking about "Blubber". Now Robin, I had not heard you nick name since 1961.Le morale de l'histoire. I bought the driver a meal just in case someone had seen us all together and wondered why I had a war-head in the back seat of a Lake House vehicle

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ETERNAL PEACE

Allan Eustace Gunawardena by a family friend

Our lives were enriched by his friendship

To all those who knew Allan Eustace Gunawardena, his untimely demise on January 27, 1997 has left an immense void, and a sorrow filled emptiness. An illustrious product of Wesley College, Colombo, Eustace — as he was affectionately known — played a leading role in the affairs of the Wesley College Old Boys Union, and was elected its vice president. Today, an English literature prize is awarded in his name for the best Year 11 student at Wesley.After some years of in the Treasury, Eustace served as the principal of a private school in Colombo. He took a keen interest in developing the school and worked tirelessly to help mould the students.During his spare time Eustace engaged himself in writing poetry and other literary works such as Poems of Sri Lanka, Reconciliation and Reconsideration, and Sara Makes a Bid.

He also edited his own journal Liberty and Progress from 1964 to 1970. Eustace was also involved in the World Liberal Movement and attended the World Liberal Convention in Tel-Aviv and the School for Freedom in New Delhi.Eustace never forgot to fulfill his duty towards his family. He was a devoted and faithful husband to his wife Florence, loving father to Sitha, and doting grandfather to Viranga.

The world he belonged to no longer exists. A true gentleman, Eustace was unassuming. He went through life hardly revealing his many achievements.Leonardo Buscaglia who authored a number of New York Times best-selling inspirational books on love and human reticence, eloquently sums up the indelible imprint Eustace made on all whose lives touched by him:

I know for certain that we never lose the people we love, even to death.
They continue to participate in every act, thought and decision we make.
Their love leaves an indelible imprint in our memories.
We find comfort in knowing that our lives have been enriched by having shared their love.

Diyanesh Rajaratnam by Suresh Muthulingam

Ten years have passed so fast since Diyanesh passed away in March 1997.

After having attended Wesley College and Thurstan College, Diyanesh took to law in the family tradition and passed out as an Attorney-at-Law. He was one of the first to successfully complete the MBA programme at the University of Colombo.The mundane business of making money however attracted him little. This led him to join the Employers Federation of Ceylon and specialize in labour law.

Diyanesh was also a great sportsman and excelled in rugger and cricket. He was also a cricket commentator during the latter years of his short life that ended in 1997 when he was 44 years. Those who knew Diyanesh will agree that there was something exceptional about him. He had a remarkable mind and he read and wrote widely. He was a gifted draftsman and an accomplished advocate. New or intricate legal points interested him. His uncanny and profound knowledge of the law coupled with his ability to direct one to an authority from memory was unusual.

He did not parade his knowledge but humbly shared it with all who sought his advice. He was known for his humanity and particularly helping little people who needed help. Diyanesh's achievements speak for themselves and he brought an unparalleled degree of dignity, courtesy, fairness, candour and complete integrity to everything he did. His knowledge of the law was one matter. He could talk with authority on the classics, science, poetry, sports or whatever. There is so much respect for Diyanesh's pursuit of perfection. He demanded so much from himself and instilled into all who surrounded him that great yearning for perfection.

I write about Diyanesh now as he deserves to be remembered. Diyanesh was a great man and was a role model par excellence.
"They who think that you are gone,
Because no more your face they see,
Are wrong, for in our hearts you live
And always will in memory".

Our thoughts are with his beloved wife Devarani and his two wonderful daughters Dashanya and Dhanushka.

Addendum : Diyanesh Rajaratnam

'His life was a sparkling knock of brilliant strokes'
The Ball no Question makes of Ayes and Noes,
But Right or Left as strikes the Player goes,
And he that tossed Thee down into the Field,
He knows about it all - He knows - He knows!
The Rubaiyat

And so, very unexpectedly, so stunningly and so dramatically, the life of Diyanesh Rajaratnam ended on the morning of March 25. This day also was the 17th wedding anniversary of Diyanesh and Devarani.Diyanesh was a devoted family man and whatever his professional duties were, he made time for his family. He doted on his two daughters.I first became acquainted with Diyanesh and his manifold talents, when he was leading his school cricket team. His versatality was obvious and he revelled in playing cavalier cricket. He appeared destined to blaze a trail in the sports arena.

I next encountered him when he applied to join our professional staff at the EFC. He was recruited as an Assistant Secretary fifteen years ago and rose to the position of Assistant Secretary-General which he held with distinction. He was also appointed as Director Training subsequently.Diyanesh had many opportunities to exhibit his forensic talents at the EFC. He grasped a point very quickly, he assessed facts very shrewdly, he cross-examined with rapier thrust effectiveness and could either charm his judge or stand up to him as the occasion demanded. At times his zeal seemed excessive, but there were many member companies who loved his approach and sought him out to handle their work. They perceived a Rambo-like streak in Diyanesh, which perhaps he gained on the rugger field, having once been an outstanding player.

In recent times, I entrusted to him some challenging assignments. He handled the disputes at Ceylon Diamonds, Polytex Garments, Veyangoda Textiles and Pugoda to name a few. He was always self- confident and could stand eyeball to eyeball against the strongest opposition. He delivered results in all these matters.Communication skills were a blessing which Diyanesh was probably born with. Whether in English or Sinhala he had a facile and engaging way of putting a thing across. These skills were used to the fullest in his training activities.

He was a born improviser and once an idea was put to him, he was unstoppable and would make the best use of it. He had a flair for articulating an idea and the Supervisory Training Programme which he ran for several years will perhaps be a lasting monument to his competence as a trainer. He was an Attorney-at-Law like his father, the late S.S. Rajaratnam and his brother Suresh-Chandra. Diyanesh had undergone specialised training with the I.L.O. in the field of Human Resource Development and he was one of the first to obtain an M.B.A. from the University of Ceylon (Colombo Campus).

Diyanesh's passing was in keeping with his character. He always appeared to me to be in a hurry. He worked until a few hours before his death. The news of his death therefore shattered us, his colleagues at the EFC. Diyanesh played his last innings with aplomb walking out without waiting to be ruled out. His life was a sparkling knock, studded with brilliant strokes which will remain in our memories.

I was proud to have been his boss but I am more proud that even in discussing our official work Diyanesh lapsed into calling me 'machang' which was the term which he used liberally with all his colleagues at the EFC.
Franklyn Amerasinghe
Secretary-General,
Employers' Federation of Ceylon (EFC).

ARMSTRONG - NORMAN Beloved son of the late Fred and of Gladys, husband of Kumu, brother of Gordon and the late Herman and Rani and of Sharmini. Cortege leaves A.F. Raymond's Funeral Parlour on Saturday 24th March at 3.30 p.m. Cremation at General Cemetery Kanatte at 4.00 p.m.

Norman Armstrong by Peter Cassiechitty

At some stage or other in our lives at Wesley , we have all run into the most colourful Armstrong family. Three brothers -- Gordon, Herman and Norman , were prominent their mischievous ways.

Well the youngest and the brother I knew best, has passed away and it is heartbreaking to think that the last time I set my eyes on him was over the "tsunami" period. I was rushing to an assignment and lo and behold Norman's gravel grinder voice boomed out "Ado, Val Kitchi" a la "parana coat Roberts". Needless to say, I forgot teh assignment for a while and we stood outside the War/Memorial comparing notes, England, France, Sri Lanka and mostly Wesley College and the "Bullet, Balli and Bella days". I remember him describing me as the professional scorer in the 1963 cricket team and having a hearty laugh when we lost to Richmond by an innings under Thurairatnam in 1965.

I remembered the dreaded days when the cricket team was at the butt of his jokes and imitations, but then who could have blamed him. He'd run into Royalists and Thomians at Sunday school and he got a hard time from them. He was the opening quotes as Dennis Azariah was the closing quotes. Like Lone Ranger and Tonto, they hunted in pairs these two.
Norman would sheepishly avoid me when the Rugby team were on show in the second term, but the two paragraphed articles were easily missed and I was always late enough to miss the announcement in the College Hall.
Norman and Herman were reported to have been at many weddings without being invited. I never found out whose imagination was running riot, but I would not put it above these two to do a "gate crash" just for a laugh. Some laugh we had when they told us how they'd walk around gorging themselves at the Cinnamon Gardens parties pretending to be relatives of either the bride or grooms parties depending on who they were speaking to. Takes a lot of brass balls !!!
Norman, I know that if your are in heaven the inmates will all be having cramps laughing.
So after Golu Gunasekera, it is now you. We have buried Lovell and Cedric Van Dort and now here is good ole Norm. Guys keep in touch, say a prayer that his soul will be at a party where he'll meet Golu and the rest.

Asoka and Shirley Ranasinghe by Dr Nihal D Amerasekera

RANASINGHE - ASOKA (Attorney-at-Law J.P.U.M. Minuwangoda Courts). Beloved husband of Amitha, father of Kasun (Attorney-at-Law), Sathika (Open University), father-in-Law of Dr. Deepika (Base Hospital - Negombo), grandfather of Nadith, expired. Cortege leaves residence at 3 p.m. on 8th June 2007. "Court Lodge', Veyangoda Road, Minuwangoda.

Asoka and Shirley were brothers who enriched our lives in the boarding in the 1950's. They hailed from Minuwangoda and I remember his parents visiting them in the hostel. They were fine softball cricketers in the small park and excelled in the fiercely competitive house matches. Asoka was a good left arm spinner making full use of the uneven batting strip of the infamous small park. Asoka left Wesley in 1957 to enter Law College and started his career in Puttalam where he became a respected Attorney. Asoka was reticent but quietly determined and would have been a formidable opponent in the Law Courts. His popularity and influence grew and he contested the Puttalam seat to become a member of parliament although without success. I doubt the cut-throat nature of Sri Lankan politics would have suited him and he decided not to stand at the next general election. As a fine product of Wesley he improved the lives of many. Asoka moved back to his hometown in his later years. In 1969 attending Puttalam Magistrates' courts as a Judicial Medical Officer I tried in vain to locate Asoka. I never met him after leaving school and wish we had the opportunity to meet and reminisce. We had much in common.

Shirley was a good all round cricketer and an academic winning many prizes and awards at Wesley. He was well respected and was held in high esteem at school. He was known for his remarkable memory and love of the sciences. We admired his quick mind and sense of humour. In those days we realised he could be a fearsome foe or a staunch ally. Shirley became a prefect in his final year at School. He left school in 1959 to enter Medical College Colombo. With his sharp mind, kind and caring ways he would have made a good doctor. Here he developed a mental illness which troubled and tormented him until his untimely end in 1962. He was unable to complete his medical studies and he left its precincts to lead a quiet life in Minuwangoda. He sadly took his own life.

May they both attain the ultimate bliss of Nirvana

Donald W.Thurairatnam 1946 – 2007 by Peter Casiechitty

I remember quite vividly one Saturday morning in August 1960. The memorandum on the main notice board by the hall had said that Under 16 cricket practice would be held in the first week of the August holidays. I needed to show off a second hand pair of “Winit” cricket boots given to me by a Peterite friend. He had grown out of it and it fitted me like a glove so to speak.

I sneaked into the pavilion and changed. Most of the other boys, a year at the most older, were already on the grounds. Nigel Christoffelsz, my classmate and the only friend I could have relied on, was on holiday somewhere far away where his father a Senior Police Office was stationed. Nigel did not need to come as early as we did because his place in the side as wicket keeper was established; beside he could bowl and bat. Teddy Campbell walked off with a group of accomplished players and as captain, started fielding practice.
One other boy, I noticed was as ill at ease as I was and I am sure neither of us fancied our chances of making the final fifteen .Donald Thurairatnam and I were in the same group for fielding and when Mr. Edmund Dissanayake asked him to “pad up”, I could notice a lot of furtive glances aimed at Thurairatnam. Allan Jansz and the quicks were allowed to test the left-hander and he was up to it, moving his feet and driving beautifully through the covers.
Walking back after practice, he looked to me – I must add that I had taken a lot of stick till the ball was tossed to me and somehow the jokes at my expense ended as did practice.
I knew everyone at practice having joined Wesley as a kindergartener. We walked talking about “who’s who” and he seemed impressed. When the season started he batted at the top of the order and I was in as a reserve, till Teddy Campbell fell ill and Allan Jansz took over. My friendship with Thurai grew and we became inseparable.
The first year he showed what a stylish left-hander he was and made good scores.
The next year he was skipper and Ananda Thevadasan his deputy. Things worked well because in both seasons we beat Royal and St. Thomas' -- not a mean feat.
So then came the best when we were in the 1963, Ist Eleven. He said he could not spell so I had to do the scorebook. He carried the water. Milroy Mutuvaloe and Darrell Maye led us to great games and Wesley was the Best School’s Team. Darrell Maye, Schoolboy cricketer.
The following year we had Everard Schoorman and Mervyn Hamer to lead us. His best effort for me was when he partnered Mervyn Hamer in a record-breaking partnership and he was on song nearing closing on a hundred when Perusinghe the Kingswood skipper attacked his leg stump.
He was back and a chance to make the ton, gone. More often than not since that match he made starts but every school seemed to know he liked to sweep and Thurai played by instinct. He did not play anywhere near his potential. He was an energetic fielder who shared the catching positions with Russell Hamer and Willie Deutrom. Team effort and I made headlines in one match, after the Coach Mr. Henry Van Buuren threatened to drop me.Thurai may not have been the century-maker Lou Adhihetty was, nor did he hold catches as spectacular as Sarath “Monkey” Wickremaratne or Russell Hamer did. His leg breaks were not exactly like C.T.Rodrigo’s and rarely landed where he wanted them to. But he was one hell of batsmen. Good enough to be picked for the Under 18, Ceylon Schools’ team under Anura Tennekoon of St. Thomas’ and later Sri Lanka Skipper.
I had to bowl at him when we were both called up for Ceylon Schools trials. Although Thurai was chosen to play on the same side as I, a last minutes switch meant that I did all my bowling at him. The inevitable happened. Thomian Sriyantha Rajapakse was selected to play and I was OUT of the side because Thurai “murdered” me instead of Rajapakse. I think I burned all my bridges with representative cricket that day, a headstrong teenager with one remark to the Chairman of Selector’s.
Thurai was an International cricketer at 17, as was Russell Hamer who represented Colombo schools against the Touring Indian Schools Under Sunil Fernando (St. Benedict's) and was two month's short of his 16 Birthday. Had he been encouraged as Farweez Maharoof has been Hamer would have risen to greater heights. However Wesley's so called historians have conveniently forgotten these achievements.
The following year Thurai was elected Captain and I was his vice captain. Everything went well till we played Royal College. The Royalist we had in a stranglehold but for one batsman and he saw them out. The intricacies of playing on grass we never mastered and things went from bad to worse. With each match Thurai was getting into a shell, looking for some reason to hide away from this bad dream, till the ultimate humiliation came in Galle. Does anybody remember though that we had no one to tell us where we were to go. No proper coach and no support. We both looked up and saw nothing coming but criticism. The one man who could have saved us was Edmund Dissanayake who was faced with his personal difficulties and could not help us bail out. Thurai went to pieces and I was no better. We were like the “babes in the wood”, I survived because I was street wise.
Thurai was the polite boy who never swore, so I did all the swearing sometimes on his behalf. I was surprised when the announcement was made that I was vice captain. Willie Deutrom I thought should have skippered and Thurai vice captain. Wesley College is somehow different and full of little surprises.
Thurai I noticed had an accent and said things like 'runk and 'riving or benian and bino clauses (binoculars) we'd have a laugh all round. He always took it well unlike others who refused to speak to us if we got at them. He was a real gentleman and he sulked only for a moment.
Club Cricket - and we played for rival Clubs, he for Colts and I for BRC. We rarely met and when journalism put an end to my cricket, Thurai moved on and out of sight. When I migrated I made it a point to look for him whenever I returned, but by then he had migrated to Australia there leading a very quiet life.
He avoided the limelight and one Founder’s day speech in 1965 clearly showed how timid he was. Making the speech before lunch that day was like dragging him to the gallows across the road. This was one event I could never stand in for him and his intention to feign illness was soon shot down. William Deutrom wrote out the speech and I added the bits and pieces. We even sat beside him and I remember sitting there and watching him read the manuscript with a tremor in his voice in harmony with the rustling of the paper as his hands shook.
Although the speech was written and meant to be short I suspect he even skipped a paragraph or two.
He was a good friend, a decent person and a true Wesleyite. Each and everyone who knows him will miss him. He will find a nice quiet spot wherever he goes, and that will be outside the lights, so may his soul Rest in Peace. –

GRANT HIM O LORD

ETERNAL PEACE

Mano Gnanapragasm by Shanti Mclelland 23/7/07

The memories are deep blue and beautiful, I promised to meet and greet, but …

Mano Gnanapragasam will be always remembered by his friends for his honest and good humouredly friendship willing to call a spade a spade without twisting his words, yet willing to walk away without offending anyone in disagreement. There are two distinct features that his friends will always remember, his affectionate and genuine smile and his affable loud voice intertwined with a distinct laugh. My last encounter with him was at York Street Fort, in Colombo. I was glad recognized me from far and walked up to me without a doubt linked the past with his good humored and cheerful slap on my back. It was brief, but we had the time to share some fond memories of good old days at Wesley. Amazingly, I found his love for Wesley, the teachers as intact as it was for Sri Lanka and its people. Even though he had left the tiny speck of land the pearl of the Indian Ocean many a few years after he left Wesley, his memories were fresh and genuine, he missed the warm and friendly country and the sandy beaches lined up with swaying coconut trees, the lust green rugby grounds at Colombo 7. Mano was ecstatic he was back home after many years and was happy to be back close to Havelocks and Colts grounds at Park Road, Colombo 5, where his school mates the Hariharan and Sridharan Jeganathans lived. All talked was of Wesley and the wonderful green green palm swaying shores of the white beaches filled island of Sri Lanka. It was in January 2004 and we promised to keep in touch, the promise I never kept, but the friendship will always be deep and beautiful and it will be cherished as years go by.

It was nearly forty yeas ago I first bumped into Mano at the Wesley College grounds at Campbell Park. He was training for the 400 and 800 metres to take part in the school sports meet. He had just joined Wesley and was ready to take his place in the honour list at the Wesley College Public Schools meet. As always a true double blue, he was proud to don his double blue jersey as he represented Wesley and Passmore House at Rugby and Track and Field. He excelled in both sports, but I think he loved Track more. For record, Mano won the college 400m race with ease, I still remember his stylish long strides and the burst of speed at the start of the race to take a lead he would keep to the end. Mano represented Wesley at the Public Schools meet in 1965 at the Police grounds, running the 3rd lap in the 4x400m relay, along with Reggi Bartholomeusz, Upali Silva, and myself. Mano was always well dressed and sociable in his ways. He was well liked by his friends and teachers, and he excelled equally in his studies. Mano Gnanapragasam, I always remembered as good-natured friend, a partner in sports, and an outstanding Wesleyite with lots of grit and lots of fun.

GRANT HIM O LORD

ETERNAL PEACE

VANDEN DRIESEN - PERCIVAL REGINALD (Ex Sri Lanka Army, Swedish Embassy). Beloved husband of Clyone (nee Perera), precious father of late Joeland, Leroy, loving son of Percival Gilbert (deceased), Sybil Ranee (Aust) much loved brother of Deso (Ex Browns), Elmo, Doreen, Jenny (Aust) Edward (Cinnamon Grand), brother-in-law of Luke David, Martha Eric Mark (Aust), Marlene, son-in-law of Richie Perera & (late) Olga Perera, brother-in-law of Tyrone and Naomi Perera (Canada), Odette (Salon Anoma), Warren De Mello (Dialog). Remains lie at Jayaratne Funeral Parlour from 8 a.m. on Sunday 2nd Sept. Cortege leaves for interment on Wednesday 5th Sept. at 10 a.m. for burial at Borella Kanatte.

A note by Peter Casiechitty
Reginald was one class senior to me at Wesley and had two brothers Elmo and Edward who were junior.
Their father Percy Van den Driesen was a Police officer and a classmate of my Dad's -- therefore an old Wesleyite too.
I remember the three boys coming to school on a motor bike with their father riding.
No traffic laws were broken because the two younger fellows travelled in a side car. All of them had distinctive grey eyes.

GRANT HIM O LORD

ETERNAL PEACE

SALGADO - AUSTIN (Retired Lecturer, Teachers’ College, Peradeniya), husband of late Estelle Salgado, mother of Indira (Staff, Methodist College), Rukmal (Staff, University of Peradeniya) and Mahes (Staff, University of Peradeniya), father-in-law of Geethal (Staff, United Tractors and Equipment Ltd.), grandfather of Cherith and Cheran (Wesley College), brother of late Newton. Funeral service at Methodist Church, Katunayaka, 3.30 p.m. on 25th September. Cortege leaves residence at 3 p.m. 186/1, Airport Junction, Katunayaka. A special service will be held at Kandy Methodist Church, 24th September 12 noon.
Addendum by Dr Nihal D Amerasekera
Austin Salgado was an old boy of the school in the late 1940's and early 50's. He pursued the study of the arts at the University of Peradeniya. Austin was inspired by his experiences at school. After completion of his degree he joined the Staff at Wesley. With his dark complexion and unmistakable large frame he was ever present at assembly, in the long corridors and at the pavilion at cricket matches. He was a scholar and a talented teacher and soon earned the respect of his students. His innate kindness did not exclude the firmness needed for teaching. Austin was fond of earthy jokes and had a dry sense of humour. He expressed his pleasures and displeasures most eloquently. He preferred to tease insolent students than punish them. In those days Diplomat shirts were the craze which was a sign of schoolboy affluence and elegance. I overheard him speaking to an errant lad " you wear Diplomat shirts but you are a real "polmat". He left Wesley to join the Teacher Training School at Peradeniya from whence he retired after long years of service. Methodism and the Church was in his blood. He came from Katunayake, a strong enclave of the faith. A cultured and personally charming man he had a wide range of interests covering the arts. Despite his large size he was a gentle soul. We remember his contribution to the life of the school as a student and a teacher. The world is a poorer place without him but as it is said in the scriptures he has returned to his Maker.

GRANT HIM O LORD

ETERNAL PEACE

Vale – Tyronne Maye by Keith de Kretser, Melbourne, Australia

MAYE - TYRONNE MAURICE (Belcey Pvt Ltd). Son of the late Alfred and Cora, loving husband of Audrey, brother of Arlene Wijemanne and Darrell (Australia), brother-in-law of late Srilal and Aloma (Australia). Cortege leaves residence at 3.15 p.m. on 7th October for service at St Lukes Church, Borella. Thereafter, for burial at the general cemetery, Kanatte (Anglican Section) at 4.30 p.m. 5 Rodney Place, Colombo 8.- From the Ceylon Daily News

It is with a heavy heart that I pen these few words in memory of Tyronne Maye. Over the past four decades, Tyronne Maye has been an integral part of the Wesley College alumni community be it with the Old Boys Union(OBU) for many years or with the Old Wesleyites Sports Club(OWSC). When one reflects on the years of dedicated and loyal service to these two bodies and through them to his beloved alma mater Wesley College, you will find no one else who has ridden the roller coaster ride of the challenges Wesley has faced in that time. A loyal and dedicated son of Wesley College whose sense of service and commitment to her well being has been inherited from his father Alfred who likewise was dedicated to serving Wesley.
Tyronne who gave so freely of himself to Wesley, was outspoken in his endeavours and no doubt would have upset those along the way who would be critical of him. But we (Wesleyites) must never forget that it is individuals like Tyronne, with the passion, commitment, loyalty and a sense of service who persevered regardless in their endeavours to make Wesley College and her alumni organisations a better place and to uphold the standards we all cherish for Wesley College.
As the words of our beloved College anthem reminds us - ….”and when Wesley’s call shall sound ready aye shall all be found, in duty and in honour bound, Wesley to the fore.” Tyronne answered Wesley’s call with a passion and in abundance.
As Old Wesleyites around the world receive this sad news, there will be many who will gather their thoughts and reflect on the life of Tyronne. I am sure his dear friend Peter Christie(Casie Chitty as he is known today) and others are better qualified to pay tribute to this sincere, passionate and proud(he was proud of his education) Wesleyite.
To his wife Audrey, brother Darrell and sister Arlene – Tyronne was one of a kind. Not only was Wesley his great passion, but his commitment to other community related activities reflected his sense of duty to put back to the community his share or contribution to make things better for his fellow citizens. Now he is at rest and at peace – no more suffering, pain or worrying about others.
As the quotation from Vince Lombardi states - … It is time for us all to stand and cheer for the doer, the achiever -- the one who recognizes the challenges and does something about it.”
Drawing inspiration from our College anthem – “boys of Wesley through the land(world), Wesley boys together stand, bound by one fraternal band” stand up and remember with fondness and a sense of gratitude this dedicated servant of Wesley College and friend to us all for a job well done.

Farewell Tyronne and may God grant you eternal rest.

Addendum by Richard Dwight

Wesley’s sportsman Tyronne Maye no more

Richard DWIGHT

A wave of grief surged over amongst Wesley’s fraternity, when news filtered through that former sportsman, Tyronne Maye an old boy of Wesley College , had passed away on Thursday at the age of 61.
The sadness and sense of loss was all the more profound, mainly because as a stalwart of the college, he was a man for all seasons for no function or event at Wesley was wholly complete without Tyronne painstakingly striving hard towards its success. He certainly did have a hand in everything that Wesley stood for.
Tyronne who had his entire education at Wesley proved to be a conscientious student, to go further ahead on the field of sport where he represented the college at cricket and hockey, not forgetting that he was a promoter of all forms of sport. His brother the illustrious Darrel Maye, captained the college cricket team and was adjudged the Schoolboy Cricketer of the Year.
Tyronne, with his pleasing manner and well meaning ways, endeared himself to many to be ever so popular. The noble virtues he imbibed while at school, was brought to bear in his work at Aitken Spence, where he rose to be one of its Directors.
Notwithstanding all this, he took possessive pride and had a sense of belonging for Wesley, which was his second home where he strove for its betterment and progress, with unflagging zeal and passion.
Spanning a period of well over 35 years until his untimely death he served the cause of Wesley by being the secretary of the OBU for 15 years, the President of both the welfare society and the old Wesleyites sports club and, was as well as on the governing board of Wesley college.
Not to mention that he also served as warden of St. Luke’s Church, Borella.
In the different foras of the varied bodies of the school, he was independent in his thinking, one who stood for justice and fair play, to be forthright to call a spade a spade.
If he did hurt another’s feelings, he was quick to forgive and forget, for his attitude was always reconciliatory. With his clear diction and high tone of voice he was a live wire of any party or social gathering be it a dance, concert the walk or an event on the sports field.
He was indeed a rare kind of person and the void created at Wesley will be hard to replace. The college most fittingly in honour of him saw to it, that his remains was brought to the college hall last morning where a service was held. Funeral arrangements will be notified later.
How true for everything there is a time, a time to work and a time to rest, the time for rest has now come for Tyronne, farewell dear son of Wesley. He is survived by his wife Audrey.

GRANT HIM O LORD

ETERNAL PEACE

Charles De Silva - Daily News of 16th December 2004

LELWALA GURUGE - DON CHARLES DE SILVA. (Retired Vice Principal of Wesley College - Colombo). Beloved husband of late Mrs Pearl Guruge, loving father of Bandula (USA), father-in-law of Janaki (USA), brother of late Nancy, Francis, late Thevis and Alexander. Remains will lie at Jayaratne Funeral Parlour, Borella on Wednesday 15th & 16th December 2004. Cortege leaves Parlour at 4.30 p.m. on Thurday (16th) for Cremation at 5.00 p.m. General Cemetery (Kanatta) Borella. 130, New Galle Road, Moratuwa.

From Dr Nihal D Amerasekera
Charles De Silva taught Sinhala, Pali and Sanskrit at Wesley in the 1950's and 60's. Through his dedication to the school during those years he convinced the Methodist hierarchy to appoint him as the Vice Principal, a prestigious post never held by a non-Christian before . Although he lacked the glamour, charisma and the sophistication of his predecessors as Vice Principal he brought to the the job a genuine purpose and a welcome new direction in the fast changing field of education. It would be fair to say that he helped to steer Wesley safely through the rapids of the 1960's.

I first came across him when I studied Pali for the O'levels. He was strict but kind. In his enthusiasm to teach he splattered and bathed the students in the front row with saliva, as he spoke. All his students faired well at the exams except myself due to my appalling grammar.

Charles De Silva was affectionately called "Boat" probably because he came to school in an old fashioned boat-like dark green Morris 8 car. This glistening vehicle was his pride and joy and provided the students a focus for mischief and jokes. He accepted these with a customary smile.

Charles De Silva was always conscientious, sometimes to a fault. He was widely respected for his honesty and ability to bring common sense to the most apparently mundane tasks. He was a fine teacher and had a certain graciousness that made him be respected widely. He carried out his duties with outstanding courage, skill and initiative and proved beyond any doubt his appointment as the second in command was an inspired choice. He was a Teacher with traditional values and virtues – he was polite, cordial, modest and well-meaning. I personally would describe him as a small man with a big heart who gave of his best to Wesley.

May he attain the ultimate Bliss of Nirvana

M.W.Wickremaratne - Remembered

WICKREMARATNE - WIMAL of 153, Canterbury Way, Stevenage, Hertfordshire, SG1 4LQ, UK (Tel +441438210158). (Former Director of Sri Lanka Tourist Board UK). Son of Misilin & late William Wickremaratne (Ayurvedic Physician, Kiriwattuduwa), husband of late Nandani nee Lokuge, beloved father of Shamila (UK), Sadhani (Morton Thornton UK) and Kanchana (Tesco Head Office UK), father-in-law of Dr Wajira Herath (UK) and Jonas Anderson (GE Capital UK), brother of Chandra and late Thilak, brother-in-law of Rathnasiri Hettiarachchie, Sumana Balasuriya, Ranjith & Sitha Lokuge, Gamini Lokuge (Minister of Sports and Public Recreation) & late Srimathi Lokuge, Chandra & Ariyarathna Perera, Malkanthi & late Nimal Lokuge, Padmini & Keerthi Jayasinghe (USA), Asoka & Upul Devasurendra (France), Malie & Kumar Kumarasinghe (SriLankan Airlines), Yasamalie & Wimal Jayakody (Australia), precious grandfather of Thilanka, Malithi, Dilshan & Neil, passed away peacefully in the UK. Cremation will take place at Harwood Park Crematorium UK on 20th April at 1.15 p.m.

May he attain the ultimate Bliss of Nirvana

The Journey’s End - Reflections on the loss of a friend By Dr Nihal D Amerasekera

Friendship is one of life’s rich gifts. Those that are made at school during our formative years remain strong in our hearts and minds throughout our lives. The great dispersal at the end of our school careers come as a shock to us all. We then embark on our journeys through life in the wider world stepping on the treadmill to carve ourselves careers and raise our families. It is not until these life’s obligations are fulfilled do we get the time to look back and trace our school friends who meant so much to us. Good communications in the 21st century, internet and telephone services have made keeping in touch easier. But these still remain an alien culture to many of us who grew up in the fifties. This great dispersal and my own destiny has brought me to the UK where I have lived for the past 35 years. A distance of 5000 miles from home is a hindrance to my efforts to trace friends. In my retirement, with time on my hands, this remains a frustration and a regret.

I joined Wesley College in 1950, in its heyday. Cedric Oorloff, a career Civil Servant, was its head and driving force. Mutual respect, good manners and courtesy that pervaded Ceylonese society in those days also filtered through to the schools. The discipline at Wesley College was exemplary. The academic standards improved tremendously and so did our sports. This was the scene when I met Wimal (MW) Wickremaratne alias ‘Mynah’, a nickname that stuck to him like glue. We were boarders together in the harsh prison like environment of the fifties. It sounds oppressive by today's standards, but it was a magical childhood. The boarding was a place of great warmth and spontaneous humour. He was a small stocky lad from the outback of Horana. Wimal was a natural sportsman with a fantastic eye for the ball. In the early days he was at his best playing cricket in the small park, which was our amphitheatre behind the school. This dust bowl of grass and pebbles was a bowler’s dream and a batsman’s nightmare. It was there we found friendship which was to last a lifetime. Be it football or cricket, the games were played in the blazing sun and torrential rain until dusk when the victors and the vanquished returned to their homework. In all this, what struck me most was Wimal’s even temper despite his sportsman’s natural desire to win.

Living in the boarding away from the parents, friendships meant much. We formed a remarkably close-knit, self-reliant and mutually supportive group. This strict environment prepared us for the vicissitudes of life in the wider world. There was a surprising sense of calm and order to our lives. Despite the regimentation we had time to put our arms round our friends and share in their joys and sorrows. We shared our secrets and exchanged stories about our families. There was a certain closeness which was rarely seen in friendships later on in life. We talked about our dreams and aspirations and assumed we will always be friends. It fills my heart with sadness to think many of us will never meet again. It is a horrible reminder of our own mortality to read or hear of the death of boarders who played, laughed and fought with us all those years ago. For me they will always remain young, healthy and smiling. It is hard to believe they will not be playing those elegant cover drives ever again.

As we moved up the school ladder Wimal struggled with his exams but excelled in sports. He played 1st XI Soccer for Wesley and represented the school in the 4X100 meter relay at the Public Schools Meet held at the oval. He achieved much in sports but was modest and kept his feet firmly on terra firma. Even during those challenging teenage years Wimal remained a kind and thoughtful person. The Public Examinations came and went and Wimal decided to leave school in 1960 and briefly started the A-Level course at Stafford College. Academia never appealed to him and soon he joined the Ceylon Tourist Bureau which later became the Ceylon Tourist Board. Changing names was a fashionable pastime in the sixties. I continued my studies but never met him again for several years. Then once in Nugegoda in 1963 as I went into a shop on High Level Road I saw the familiar figure. He was a manager, temporarily, in a small store. We hugged and reminisced at length as the customers formed a long queue. I stepped out without paying as he refused to accept money. Then there was a long pause of 40 years when we were both busy building up our careers and raising our families. There was no contact of any kind.

I have always tended to follow a wandering star. I had made my home in a delightful suburb in rural England when in 2003 I heard a familiar voice on the phone. The emotions overwhelmed us. Wimal was a senior member of the Ceylon Tourist Board and was posted to London. He had been in the UK for 5 years but didn’t know I was here too. We decided to meet at Bond Street underground station at 3 pm. I was there on time and looked for that familiar face. I paced the busy Oxford Street by the station many times but Wimal was not to be seen. Then our eyes met. He was enormous having filled out on all sides with a fat face, body and a huge tummy. Much of the black hair had turned grey. I must have changed too. Our lined faces and baggy eyes perhaps gave us a leonine nobility. Round the corner from the station was the famous Claridge’s Hotel in London, a refuge for the rich and famous. There, Ranjit Rosa, another past boarder was the Chief Engineer. We paid him a surprise visit and spent time in their plush lounge reminiscing. Hours passed as we exchanged stories of our lives and our ups and downs. There was laughter mixed with tears and sadness of the lost years since school. The conversation seemed to return incessantly to where we first met at Wesley as the stories and anecdotes of our school lives flowed freely. It amazes me still how much of it we have retained for so long in the archives of our minds. We remembered mutual friends who are no more.

The life after leaving school brought its own pleasures and pain. Wimal had lost his wife to the scourge of cancer, in her forties. This has taken a lot out of him as he raised his family as a single parent. The ever present glint in his eyes spoke volumes of his loss. The daughters were now married and happily settled in the UK. The night wore on and it was time to leave. We bade a long goodbye and I watched Wimal disappear into the stillness of the night. I wondered, once more, if we would ever meet again.

We kept in touch, from time to time, until he moved to a house just 15 minutes away from me. I was ecstatic to have a friend so near to me. We met again in our houses and mostly spoke of mutual friends, of school and of the ravages of time. Somehow the spark has gone out of his life although he maintained a bold front. As always he was kind and understanding and never had an ill word for anyone. Wimal enjoyed the company of his close family but for many of us who knew him in his youth, he had become withdrawn, and a recluse. He, however, never lost his passion for sports. Wimal watched football and cricket on television all his waking hours. British TV is a sportsman’s dream. He refused to look after his health, eat sensibly and to take regular exercise. He had a sweet tooth and enjoyed his Sri Lankan cuisine enormously. Despite advice to the contrary he maintained his large frame. Wimal lead the life he wanted and never searched for the fountain of youth. Perhaps, he let destiny take its course after losing his soulmate and the light of his life.

In 2007 Wimal retired from work and fulfilled his dream of travelling to the West Indies for the Cricket World Cup. He had much to say on his return of this fantastic sporting spectacle. He embraced retirement and the new found freedom with both arms. Wimal then spent a month in Australia visiting friends and relatives and stayed in Sri Lanka for further couple of months before returning to the UK. He then looked happier than ever but continued his reclusive existence. I wished we could have met more often but that was not to be. Time slipped by.

On my return from a holiday in March 2008 there was an email from his son-in-law that Wimal has been admitted to hospital and had cancer. I saw him many times in the same institution which was my place of work for a quarter of a century. He was in some discomfort. After he came to know the diagnosis he showed the courage I saw in his youth as a fine sportsman. His health deteriorated rapidly and lost much weight but his mind remained clear. He was unable to fulfil his desire to see his 96 year old mother in Sri Lanka due to his rapidly failing health. Her loss must weigh heavily on her fragile self. Age 66 is too young to die but longevity and a protracted life has its own drawbacks seeing the demise of ones siblings, friends and children. In the 21st Century our judgment of youth and age has slid away from its traditional moorings. Healthy diet, exercise and good healthcare can give us some extra years but we depend so much on having good genes of which we have so little control.

Wimal bore his final illness with the customary stoicism. Despite the rigours of chemotherapy and surgical interventions he remained courteous and thoughtful to the very end. Their were times he was at the end his tether and wished his life would end sooner. Then one day the dark clouds and the dismal weather echoed the loss of a good man. His serenity, dignity and sheer indomitable courage in his final illness made him an extraordinary man. When such tragedy strikes you are on your own. In this long and tortuous journey none of us will get out alive, but we continue to grieve for those who are gone.

Grief is a universal experience. Unlike in the old days there are no comforting rituals to sustain the bereaved. Anger, denial, relief and guilt are the emotions that swirl around in our psyche. Nowadays there is no wearing of mourning attire which would signal to others our fragile state and the need for time and space. Pressures on our time has robbed us of the necessary grieving period which would create a safety zone around us. Hence, after writing this note, which in itself is cathartic, I reached for the comfort and wisdom of The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam:

Rev William Holden - Past Principal of Wesley College

Rev William A Holden

Revd. William Alfred Holden's obituary is stipulated in the minutes of Methodist conference 2008. It reads as follows:
WILLIAM ALFRED HOLDEN: Born in Southport on 6th April 1910 into a Wesleyan Methodist home. He was educated at King George V Grammar School, Southport. His first job was in the printing industry. Regular attendance at Young Laymen's Conference at Swanswick led to his call to the ministry. Following a pre-collegiate year at Millom, he trained for ministry at Handsworth College, where he met his beloved Hetty Hodson, the Leader of a Peoples' group at a local church.
From college he went to Burma for two long spells, followed by service in Accrington, London Fisbury Park, London Highgate and Basildon Circuits. On retirement he and Hetty moved to Somerset Mission Circuits, where he continued to preach and fulfil a devoted pastoral ministry until well into the nineties. The major part of his active ministry was in Burma. His service included spells as Principal of Mandalay Wesley High School, on the staff of the Union School Kalaw and at the Ministerial Training Institute in Mandalay. During World War II he moved to Ceylon to act as Principal of Wesley College, Colombo. At the end of the war he was commissioned as an army officer serving in Burma Civil Affairs Service, responsible for rehabilitation work in the North Shan States. He was ordained and married to Hetty in Mandalay, where their only son William was also born. His contribution to the Burmese church included commentaries in Burmese on Job and Romans, together with the translation into Burmese of The Methodist Order of Divine Worship. He was a genuine scholar, whose preaching was thought-provoking, instructive and challenging. His direct, sometimes blunt approach put his listeners on the spot. His prime concern was for their spiritual welfare. He was a demanding Local Preachers' tutor, feared and loved in equal measure by his students. He was universally regarded with respect and affection as a caring minister, whose home visiting was legendary. Bill died on the 16th of March 2008 in the ninety-eighth year of his age and the seventy-sixth year in ministry.

Letters from Rev William Holden

Dear Dr Amerasekera
Thank you for your message.
We were informed that Rev William Holden died on 16th March 2008, a few weeks before his 98th birthday.
His official obituary will not be appearing in our Conference minutes until the new edition which will be available in September, at the beginning of our Connexional Year.
I am attaching a copy of the contents of a letter of condolence which we wrote to his son when we heard the news of Rev Holden's death. You will see from this that he served for just 2 years in Sri Lanka and we have little information about this period of his ministry on our office files.
With best wishes,

World Church Office : E-mail: wco.leader@methodistchurch.org.uk

In the World Church Office we have been sorry to hear of the recent death of your father just a few weeks short of his ninety-eighth birthday. May I on behalf of the World Church and personally send you and the family our sympathy.

At the next meeting of the World Mission Group on 23rd July we shall recall and give thanks to God for your father's commitment and service to the church in Burma (Myanmar) and for two years (1943-44) in Colombo, Sri Lanka as principal of Wesley Boys College. We shall remember that your father first sailed for Burma back in 1934, and was one of the first European Methodist ministers to be ordained in Burma in 1937; and then, by the rules of the time, was able to get married to your mother in Mandalay.

His commitment to Burma represented not just by those first eight years (!934-42); but by his return in Government service in 1944-45, and with the church in 1950-53, with an extended period of furlough to do translation work, before the change of Government in Burma prevented his return again to work there. His courageous service and dedication was greatly valued by the World Church office, but more especially, by the Methodist Church of Upper Burma.

May the love and presence of the risen Christ give you hope and uphold you and the family at this time.

Yours sincerely

Michael King

Team Leader, World Church Relationships

Other links to Rev W A Holden

GRANT HIM O LORD

ETERNAL PEACE

Indika Ratnayake remembered

Indika Ratnayake joined Wesley from middle school and had a remarkable school career which lasted up to his A/L studies. He was exemplary in displaying his qualities of Leadership which saw him become a College Prefect, and a house captain. in the field of sports he was a ruggerite in the junior team and as well as an athlete.

A man gifted with the skill of effective speech, he was a member of the sinhala debating team and went on to win the school debating prize for Sinhala debating (the ranabahu Memorial prize). he was also the treasurer of the Buddhist society.

passing his A/L examination with three 'B's he gained entry in to the Diyatalawa military academy and brought great distinction to his alma mater by topping the batch and being selected for a year long training scholarship in the prestigious Sandhurst Royal Military Academy in UK, which contributed in moulding military greats such as the late Gen.Denzil Kobbakaduwa.

upon passing out from the Diyatalawa academy he was commissioned to the rank of second-lieutenant, and served valiantly in precarious operations such as the Silawathura campaign, and several others of note, in the recent war scenario. He was stationed in operation
areas of Mannar and lastly in Vauniya, serving in the Army's Engineering regiment. he was promoted to the rank of (full) Lieutenant on the 27th of march this year which also happened to coincide with his 25th birthday. an accomplishment which he told several 'as the best birthday present' that he had got. he was by any standards a remarkable officer and a
gentleman who served with untiring effort and undiminished courage, committed to serving the
motherland and keeping true to the Wesley spirit which is evoked in our college song in the line-'and for our dear land we'd be men of grit and industry' he was a popular figure in college who left many fond memories with his riotous acts of light hearted mischief. his sincerity as a friend endeared him as a brother true to all who befriended him. and forever he will remain embedded in our hearts and minds as a loving brother who made our lives brighter in every way he touched us.

May he attain the supreme bliss of Nibbana.

Bertha Bernard nee Weerapass - by Keith De Kretser

I have just been informed that Mrs Bertha Bernard (nee Weerapas) passed away in her sleep today aged in her eighties. Some of you may remember her and please pass on this information to others you may feel may know her in our Alumni Community.

Aunty Bertha worked in the office at Wesley in the era of Fred de Silva and Papa de Mel. She treasured fond memories of her time at Wesley and especially would relate stories of her time at the College and Shelton Peiris who she respected so much. Please inform Shelton of her passing. Also Richard Dwight who was a Wella Methodist parishioner.
Aunty Bertha was a delightful lady of strong Christian faith, a proud Methodist and the wife of the late Andrew Bernard. The family were pillars of the Methodist Church Wellawatte where I had the good fortune to be a student in her class at Sunday School and since then have had a long standing friendship with her and her family. Those who met her were touched by her gentleness and simple Christian faith and she was much loved and respected. She had a wonderful talent in writing little verses in her cards she sent for Christmas always with a simple inspirational message of hope, love and encouragement to keep the faith with our Christian beliefs. I used to see her less frequently as old age and ill health took its toll. She never failed to attend the Combined Colleges Carol Service in Melbourne regardless of how frail she was and made sure she caught up with many of the choristers who she knew. She enjoyed hymn singing and the choruses we sang in Church and I belonged to a quartet who regularly sang in Church. We all migrated to Melbourne and her delight was to get us to lead the singing and reminiscing those wonderful days at Sunday School and Church when we would gather.
Aunty Bertha’s life is reflected in the words of one of Charles Wesley’s hymns “Forth in thy name O Lord I go”

Forth in thy name, O Lord, I go,
my daily labor to pursue;
thee, only thee, resolved to know
in all I think or speak or do.

The task thy wisdom hath assigned,
O let me cheerfully fulfil;
in all my works thy presence find,
and prove thy good and perfect will.

For thee delightfully employ
what e'er thy bounteous grace hath given;
and run my course with even joy,
and closely walk with thee to heaven.

Aunty Bertha I am sure has reached that glorious destination and is at peace with her maker.

Addendum by ND Amerasekera

Miss Weerapass as she was known in my time at school was everyone's kindly aunt in the school office. Her photo brings back fond memories of a fine lady and a gentle soul. We met her as we made our errands or visited the office for punishment. Miss Weerapass had a kind word for me as I emerged from the Principal's office after a beating, one 'soggy' day. She was a kindly face in the harsh environment of education in the fifties. She is the last of those stalwarts of Wesley from my era to leave us.

GRANT HER O LORD

ETERNAL PEACE

Kingsley T. Wickramaratne - Appreciation by Shanti McLelland

Kingsley was the President of Wesley OBU from 1972-1976. Kingsley an affable entrepreneur rose from the small beginnings as owner of Wicks Advertising Campbell Place to become an astute politician. He rose to the rank of Governor, Southern Province, Minister of International Trade, and was elected to the prestigious position of Vice President in the worldwide organization - Jaycee International.

He came to the rescue when the OBU membership and interest was at a very low level and evergreen P.B. Herath consented to fill in as pro-term president. The few others who rallied around him before the centenary year with Ponnambalam Sivasubramanium (Treasurer). The notable office bearers were, Walter Jayasuriya, Shelton Peiris, P.B. Herath, Rohan Amrasinghe, Patrick Edema, Watson Wijewickrame, Cecil Fernando, Garath Jayawardane, D. S. Wijemanne, Rajah Sinnadurai, Tuan Camball, Sunil Fernando, Rex and R.M. de Silva, A.M. Mohideen, Rohan Soysa, Jayalal Jayasekara, Christopher Goonatileke, Edmund Dissanayake, and Lakshman Samaraweera. The OBU had less than 50 members with the OWSC having half the number. Under Kingsley’s leadership, The OWSC hockey team won many of the major hockey tournaments organized by the Colombo Hockey Association. A championship dinner dance was held at the Galle Face Hotel organized by Mr. L.A. Fernando while he was the Director of the Unite States Educational Foundation.

In 1974, Kingsley’s vision was to hold a dazzling dance on a floating stage at Bentota, with an International cast of entertainers. Unfortunately, the project glittering and ambitious project had to be abandoned as the investors were not provided with audited accounts by the Welfare Society and Wesley OBU could not substantiate the financial integrity and the application of funds generated to the charitable cause of School development and Education. However, with limited resources, Kingsley as President quickly came up with an alternate solution by drawing the Wesley’s top marketing talent, Frank Samaraweera, B.J. Karunatilake, Neville Perera, Nihal Wijetunga, Garath Jayawardane, and Denzil Perera ably directed by Mr. L.A.Fernando to organize the grand Centenary celebrations.

Kingsley was sociable and genial and many time invited the executive and the member to the Serendib Hotel at Bentota, where he was a Director. Always looking for new ideas, he spearheaded a successful three-day event at the Lionel Wendt Theatre, to stage Haig Karunaratne’s production of “Rainbow Man”. The paper raved about the “House-Full” as one of the best produced and staged by a school with over 100 participants. The profits from the show helped to pave the front road way with the help of another old boy, Nihal Peiris who brought in his crew to finish the job over a week-end.

At the political front, Kingsley first contested the Kaduwela seat in 1977. Then he campaigned from his Mercedes Benz to draw large crowds who were curious and was happy to test ride in an ostentatious vehicle. As a shrewd marketing and advertising guru, his theory was that people would vote for successful and colourful politician who is a winner than a loss leader. He was elected to parliament many times and was hand picked to be Governor of Southern Province, which was developed rapidly under his leadership. Later he used his vast International experience to become the Minister for International Trade.

Wrapped in glory, he never lost his common touch. He would always would reached out with open arms and greet anyone with a smile and sincere friendship. At the OBU always had an anecdote to tell, and with his jovial smirk he once related how he allowed a beggar to sleep at the office door step after closing at night and after a few days he was asked for an advance for acting as security for his office. Kingsley was a true Double Blue his office and staff was always made available for OBU work. Kingsley will be missed as he was always there to support Wesley at anytime with no fanfare and publicity.

Asian Tribune : Sri Lanka Bureau
Colombo, 01 October, (Asiantribune.com): Kingsley T. Wickramaratne, Ex- Governor of the Southern Province passes away at a private hospital , in Colombo a shortwhile ago. He was a powerful minister during the Chandrika Bandaranayake regime. He was also Advisor on International Trade to the former President of Sri Lanka Chandrika Bandaranike Kumaratunge.Kingsley T. WickramaratneKingsley T. Wickramaratne
He served as the minister of Internal and International Commerce and Food in the Sri Lanka Government Cabinet of President Chandrika Bandaranaike Kumaratunga from 1994 to August 2000. Seventeen (17) departments/ Corporations, in trade, Commerce and Food sectors of the country came within the purview of his Ministry. By virtue of this key ministerial portfolio and his expertise, he was actively involved in cabinet Committees to foster International Trade and Investment, Industrial infrastructure and Socio-Economic Development. He was elected as a Member of Parliament for the District in 1989 and served as a Parliamentarian up to August 2000.

He has led Trade Mission to the United Kingdom, Russia, United States, People’s Republic of China, Iran, Egypt, Italy, New Republic of Yugoslavia, Australia, Bangladesh, Pakistan, Maldives, India, Nepal, Thailand, Chile, Sweden, Germany, Portugal and UAE. He also led Sri Lanka's delegation to the SAARC commerce Ministers meeting in India in 1995-2000 and to the WTO meetings from its inception in Singapore. As advisor on international Trade he specialized on matters related to W.T.O.

He was educated at Wesley College, Colombo. He was a fellow of the British Institute of Management (UK). He was the first Sri Lankan to be admitted to the Young Presidents Organization in USA. He was a founder member of the institute of Marketing, the institute of Packing and the International Advertising Association (SL - Chapter).His professional career has been as a Management and Marketing Consultant. He became the first Sri Lankan to be elected as Executive Vice President, Junior Chamber International and sixty four (64) countries which came under his jurisdiction. He has traveled widely. Before entering Parliament, he was private Sector Entrepreneur. He had been the Chairman of the Serendib Group of Hotels and of the Wicks Group of Companies. He also served on the Board of Directors of several leading companies in Sri Lanka.

Twenty six years ago in 1975, he presented a comprehensive paper on " One Economy - One Market - One world " at the JCI World Congress in Nice, France, which was vigorously debated by representatives of eighty- four(84) countries. He also the author of the book - Tomorrow's Economics. His political affiliation with SLFP ( Mrs. Sirimavo Bandaranaike's Party) began in 1974.
He was elected as Assistant Secretary of the SLFP in 1978. In 1983 he was appointed as Treasurer. in 2001 he was elected as the Senior Vice president of the Sri Lanka Freedom Party. He is a family man, married to Helen. They have three daughters.
May he attain Nirvana

YU, DR. SHEE HUNG Yu. General Practitioner, London, UK, passed away suddenly on Monday, October 6, 2008. Loved husband of Tracy, devoted father of Timothy, Simon, Jonathan, Rebekah and Nicholas, dearly loved son of Yu Chin Win and Shum Mei, much loved brother of Dr. Ma Hung, Dr. Koa Hung, Lar Hung, Nan Hung, and Sai Hung, brother-in-law of late Dr. Rukshana, Zakia, Irene, late Naguib Hussain, and La Chin, cherished uncle of Marium, Christopher, Emma, Nabeel and Cha How. Visitation hours are Tuesday Oct. 14: 9.30 a.m. to 7.30 p.m. and Wednesday, Oct. 15: 9 - 10.00 a.m. at the Co-operative Funeral Care, 16-18, Ashfield Parade, Southgate, London N14 5EJ, U.K. Cortege leaves the funeral home at 1.00 p.m. for burial at Highgate Cemetery, Swains Lane, Highgate, London N6 6PJ, U.K. on Wednesday, Oct. 15, 2008. A funeral service will be held at 2.30 p.m. at the cemetery. In lieu of flowers, please donate to a charitable organization of your choice.

Obituary from the British Medical Journal 19th Oct 2009

Following his internship in Sri Lanka, Shee Hung Yu spent a brief period in general practice. While practising as a general practitioner, he came to the UK in 1978 to further his education. He started in anaesthetics in Chelmsford in May 1978. Finding that general practice was more to his liking, he followed his instinct. He did his training in Guildford in 1984 and then settled in Edmonton, where he worked at different surgeries before finally setting up his own surgery at Chalfont Road in 1990. He gradually built up his practice through hard work and was dedicated to his patients as a single handed general practitioner. He was well respected and liked by all his colleagues and patients. He was direct in his approach in both his work and dealing with people whom he came into contact with. He was generous in both his actions and his deeds to his patients, friends, colleagues, and family. He was a staunch supporter and member of the local medical committee and the Edmonton branch of the BMA, working tirelessly for both institutions. He was a member of the professional executive committee of Enfield Primary Care Trust between 2003 and 2005. He was forthright in his opinions, which were sound. He was always willing to help the underdog, and he helped doctors and colleagues in various ways. He loved politics and was considering running as the Conservative candidate for Edmonton before he passed away suddenly. He suddenly took ill on 6 October 2008 and passed away at Chase Farm Hospital following meningococcal septicaemia and myocardial infarction. He leaves behind a wife, four sons, and a daughter. Two of his sons and his daughter have followed him into the medical profession. He is still fondly remembered and missed by his patients and all who knew him. General practitioner Edmonton, London (b 30 October 1947; q Colombo, Sri Lanka, 1975), died from meningococcal septicaemia and a heart attack on 6 October 2008. Written by Dr M.H.Yu

A Tribute to Dr Shee Hung Yu by Dr.Nihal D Amerasekera
Shee hung was a learned, cultured and tolerant man. He was many years my junior and I came to know him just 2 years ago through other UK Wesleyites. Our association became closer as we served together in the OBU-UK Committee. It was a social ritual he enjoyed enormously. Totally unblinkered by the usual prejudices of the day, he saw people and institutions from entirely new angles. Unfortunately his prose sounded a tone unfamiliar and not everyone was ready for it. There was never a wilful desire to provoke, Being a true blue Wesleyite He was much concerned with the management or the lack of it in his alma mater. He tried his utmost to bring about clarity and transparency to the various bodies that ran the school. Although vehemently critical of the current school politics it was never directed to any individuals but to a system which needed change. In his enthusiasm Shee was most verbose at the Committee meetings. Those comments were laced with sincerity. No doubt, now, those vitriolic outbursts will enter into the folklore of the OBU-UK. His forthright manner has left its foot prints on the organisation he loved.

In the 1960' it was an impossible task to enter Medical College as a top sportsman from school. Playing competitive games and attending practices took too much time. But Shee had the intelligence, ambition and stamina to combine studies with sports, a rare achievement. He captained the School Rugby XV and played 1st XI Cricket for Wesley College. Having spent many happy years as a boarder at School he showed much loyalty to the hostel and tried his best to support and uplift its declining fortunes.
Shee Hung was a respected General Practitioner in North London in a busy practice where he was the voice of reason and of practicality. He was a true professional and gave of his best to his patients who in turn gave him much respect. Shee moved with the wealthy and the underprivileged with equal ease and treated them all with dignity and respect. Shee was never in the least tainted by greed or his many achievements in his illustrious career. He had carried through from Wesley College the best traditions of the school of kindness, helpfulness and also honesty and integrity. The medical profession has lost a good caring GP.
Shee Hung was loved for his courage, his humour and above all for his unflinching, uncompromising honesty. He will be remembered with profound admiration and affection by all those who knew him for his tremendous love for his school and his amazing loyalty to his numerous friends.

May You Attain The Ultimate Bliss of Nirvana

Wesley College Rugby Team 1st XV 1967 with the Captain - Shee Hung seated in the middle

A Personal Tribute from Afghar Mohideen
Email to sent to Ma Hung (Shee Hungs’ brother who is also an old Wesleyite seen in the above photo standing 1st from the left):
When your sister called me last morning from London and mentioned that Shee Hung has passed away the previous night I was in a state of shock and took sometime to recover. She did not know how to contact friends from his old school now living in London. I had to convey this sad news to all colleagues in UK and to Reggie in Melbourne.
It was only last week Shee Hung e-mailed me and as he knew I was coming to London on the 11th October he wanted me to bring him two college ties, Shee Hung was a fanatically loyal Wesleyite and he was determined to give back to college in whatever way possible in gratitude to all what Wesley had given him. He was bold and fearless in whatever he had to say and never compromised with anything that was dishonest. He was very active in all Wesley College activities in U.K. As a medical doctor he was totally committed and devoted. Whenever I needed medical help he has helped me at all times. He was extremely generous and contributed lavishly to all the get-togethers, parties etc., He was devoted to his family. He got down his parents and other family members to London and looked after them. Three years ago he brought down to London his aunt and uncle from Avissawella, for three months, having paid for their air-tickets. They also stayed with him at his home. He told me that this uncle and aunt had helped him financially during his difficult days whilst being a student and now they have fallen on hard times and he needs to help them.
Shee Hung was a great and a sincere friend with a good sense of humour. He was a good father to his five children and he was determined to give them the best education, I know they will all miss him.
As mentioned to you during my telephone conversation yesterday, if the funeral is on Sunday 12th October I will certainly be there.
May he Rest in Peace.

Addendum by Azahim Mohamed

It has taken a few days for me to come to terms with the passing away of a very good friend and a true Wesleyite. I have known Dr Shee Hung while we were schoolboys at Wesley. However it was in England that I got to know him really well. We worked closely as members of the Wesley College OBU UK.
"Shee" was a genuine supporter of our Alma mater.

I have kept a very close link with Shee and would meet over Buriyani and Watlappam. When my festival Eid was announced he called me and said lets meet for Lump Rice and watlapam. On the day of the Eid Festival he told me that he was too tired and that we should meet up again later. The last I spoke to him was on Saturday 4th october 2008 when Wesley OBU UK rugby was in action in the Schools Touch rugby tournament. He informed me that he would be there and requested me to give direction to the venue. Later on in the day he called me again to say that he would skip the event as he was feeling too tired. He suggested to me that in the event Wesley enters the Semi finals we should give them a good feed. Wesley did enter the semis...... .

Later that night his call was of a man tired with the strains and stresses of a seven day working week. Late into the night he sat examining papers and patients, a father, a provider a brother, a son and a friend. A generous man, he was never too far from his roots or his boots be it cricket or rugby. His great big heart worked overtime for the lives of people he did not even know. An appeal for a child who needed surgery and he wasted no time and sent the money as fast as he could .

He had a little time for himself. He always sent us funny emails and comments. The friendly banter and the cameraderie was always there.

He loved and respected his parents who lived with him and he was ever grateful to Wesley. He was ever thoughtful of his teachers and to his multitude of friends. He was planning to contest the Edmonton Council Elections on a Conservative ticket and chose Peter as his campaign Manager, I am told!!

We can moan him in silence.
But the Almight must have known that Shee was better off at his side.

Dr. Shee Hung (From Excerpts from Peter Christie, Bunny Taylor, Leon Ingram, Cassim Cader, Indran Niles & Daya Winslow). Kindly sent to me by Shanti McLelland

It was nearly 50 years ago in 1959 on a pleasant January morning our friend and colleague Dr. Shee Hung and his brother Dr. Ma Hung walked into the grandeur buildings of Wesley for the mandatory Grade 6 admission interview. Daya Winslow now living in Germany remembers Dr. Shee coming the same day in January 1959 for admission to Wesley to the 1st Form as it was called for Grade 6. Many students like him from the outstation came to Wesley with hopes of achieving high standards of education and the opportunity to enter university.

Dr. Shee came from a catholic school in Trincomalee along with him for admission was many other students from Jaffna, Tangalle, Badulla, Kalmunai, Batticloa and even from closer place like Moratuwa and Seeduwa. They travelled with their father from the famous city on the Eastern sea coast of Sri Lanka where the continental shelf is lined with serene clear blue waters of the Indian Ocean hugging the beautiful Nilawali Beach splashing sympathetically on to the lover leap Swami Rock, and where lies hidden the world famous natural harbour.

It was an era when the bold and the wonderful banded together as proud Moscropites by default. A time when friends like Algamas, Rohan Soysa, Wimal, Rosa, Jayantha, Amarasekaras, Lal Jayasinghe, Conrad Fernando, Wanigatunge, Siriwardanes, Razark, Daya Perera, Robin & Glenn Reimers, Scarnivel, Winslows, Tala & Kosgahakumbura, Phillips, Wijetunges, Lasantha & Anil Ferando, Priyantha Perera, Neil and Christopher Harvie, L.R. & Dr. R.G Wijesinghe, Prasad de Silva, Koilpillai’s, Jacobs, Arthur Goonasekara,, Kantha de Silvas, Sathanandans, Daluwatte, Wijayakumar, Murugespillais, Upali Perea, and even day scholar Mohideen joined the hostel. The hostel was considered a sure path to dedicated study and a clear solution to the highly competitive problem of entering a university (I am sure I have missed some of the wonderful hostellers of that time).

Then the Highfield Block had become a reality and at the helm was amiable former Wesley cricket captain and senior prefect Mr. Harold Nonis. Latin was still a favoured subject taught by Mr. Nonis to those who clamoured to enter the hallowed halls of medical college at Kynsey Road and the Law College at Hultsdorf. Double Blue Fates were a simple norm to raise funds, as Wesley opted to become a Christian non-fee levying private school along with Methodist College under Methodist Mission, after giving up prestigious and historical Richmond and Kingswood colleges. Then Welfare Society was not collecting large fees from students coming from diverse socio-economic homes, who were mainly selected on merit and exemplary citizenship. Mrs. Nonis and her band of loyal and energetic volunteers from the PTA and OBU organized events, while the 14th Colombo scouts given the task of security and the sound was ere handled by the Wesley hostellers who were electrical and sound wizards knowledgeable about acoustics, amplifiers and turn tables.

Many students like Dr Shee Hung and brother Dr.Ma Hung joined Wesley for the Hostel facilities and for Wesley’s fame and glory. It was a time when we were proud that Old Wesleyite Sir Oliver Goonatilleke held the rank of first Governor General of Sri Lanka. It was just after 1958 turmoil, a time when Shee and many others thought of Wesley as a safe haven with all the multi-religious, multi-racial, multi socio-economic and multi-language students were able to study and play together in harmony. Then like now, Trincomalee was no safe place for a kid whose destiny was to become a life saver a physician and an active OBU member.

Dr. Shee joined the 1st Form, as it was known then, and had the choice of joining the Tamil, Sinhala, or the English stream and switchover to English stream if he was to go to medical college a dream his father and mother had determined for him and his two younger brothers and sister. Then Shee had the opportunity of sleeping in the comfortable dormitory of the Wesley’s Hostel. The hostel was vibrant with teachers like Mr. L.A. Fernando and Mr. Kiruppurajah a former 400m sprinter. Both had returned from the United States after graduating with a Masters in Arts and Science, and Bachelor’s in Kinesiology respectively. The others who maintained Wesley discipline and scholarly standards were Dr. Frank Jayasinghe, Rajapaksa, Cyril Fernando, S. Thevarokiam, L. Dharmarajah, R.E. Abaraham, Arulanandan Aruliah, J. Dhanapala, M. Kalupahana, and Premadasa.

It was in Form IV that many of his friends teamed up together for various activities, from hostel lunches for college teams, the English literary union, and at the pavilion. In his class were some of the bold and famous, Alston Koch remembers him class, possibly meeting for Biology taught by Mr. Sundaralingam, Chemistry by Mr. Ramanathan or English by Mrs. Sivasubramanium. Then there were the other famous school mates, Harmers, more than one Bartholomeusz, Siavapakkiam, Azariah, Armstrong, Easwaran, Iqbal Cader, Ponna Sivasubramanium, Bunty Aniff, Rohan Soysa, Sarath Algama, Wimal Silva, Omar Jayasekara, Lal Jayasinghe, Rohan & Dr. Lakshman Amarasekara, Asoka Jayawardane, Dr. Prasad de Silva, Dr. Parasuraman, and Dr. Paramjothy, and host of others.

Dr. Shee was passionate about cricket and rugby. But, at the back of his mind it was one mission to become a doctor and a healer. After school and sports, when the All Saints musical bells tolled 6pm, to Dr. Shee it was book, books, and books till late night. He and his brother was disciplined and determined and they were engrossed in the stacks of homework paged marked by unforgettable teachers like V.R. Roberts (Mathematics) Ramananathan (Chemistry), D.A. Pakianathan (Chemistry), R. Chandrasekaran (Physics), Sunadaralingam (Botany & Zoology), Welikala & Felix Premawardane (Sinhala), Rev. Cyril Prmawardane (religion), Mr. Wilfred Wickramasinhe and E.L.Rodrigo,, while Haig Karunaratne & Joseph, Watson Wijewickrame, Lionel Jayasuriya Lyon Bellath taught English. He was a kid when cricketing stalwarts like Senthil Sinnaiah, L.R. Goonalitllake, Koddituwakku, L.C.R Wijesinghe, Evaraad Schoorman, C.T. Rodrigo, Sarath Wickramaratne, Upali Samaratne, Milroy Muthuvelu, Milhar, Bulner, Chandran Perera, Rodney Perera and Ebert and Smith carving Wesley’s name into history and rewriting the record books.

Dr. Shee proved his mettle and his determination when he passed out as a Doctor of Medicine along with his bother Ma Hung in the early 1970’s. He also made sure he captained Rugby at a time when Wesley had to practice either on the rock hard gravel grounds at Campbell Park or at the distant Havelock Park. As captain, he led the practices when the volunteer coaches were hard to come by.

The most hilarious story narrated by Bunny Taylor is how Shee emerged donned with a clear double blue jersey after the St. Benedict’s match at Kotahena from the boggy mud and putrid muck after heavy rains from the overflowing drains, a jersey he was proud to wear and protect all the time!!!! While the most frightening story Dr. Shee experienced was also narrated by Bunny. Dr. Shee had kicked the door at his boarding to protect another young boarder from being bullied and he set a storm in a tea cup infuriating a nasty gang from Maradana wanting his head. Fortunately, his friends were able to get him out of the rut and cool off the situation. At school he was straight with his feeling if teachers were not doing their job or if kids were misbehaving or bulling in the hostel. As a prefect he stood his ground when it came to issues of discipline. This reminds us of another great leader. It was said that Rev. Highfield had a snapping temper and he once visited the hostel and found the door closed and losing his cool kicked the door to his own dismay of ending up with a dislocated foot. At another time he had the courage to admonish the British Administrators for jailing civic activist like D.S. Senanayake for descending against British Rule. Another scary incident at the hostel was when Arthur Gunasekara fell off from the top of a coconut tree at the school front yard. His friends were shouting not to drop the young coconuts, while Arthur was suffering with broken and a rammed jawbone at the bottom of the coconut tree.

After completing his medical studies along with his brother Ma Hung, they migrated to England and Bunny Taylor was one of his first points of contact to set himself up in London. In the recent years he was actively involved with the OBU and was a strong voice for the Association. Peter Cassie Chetty, A. M. Mohideen, Azahim Mohamed says Dr. Shee will be greatly missed by his family and friends as a great healer and negotiator. Many will miss his straight talk especially in the UK so says Ananda Thevadason, Ramakrishnan, Wimal de Silva, Dr. Anandanesan, and Senthil Sinniah. There was hope Dr. Shee will help lead OBU (UK) to greater heights, but sadly he will leave behind a legend that others will have to carry out in the future, possibly Wimal de Silva who will take over as President of OBU UK. Dr. Shee Hung leaves world a better place and an exemplary model for others to follow. Thank you and farewell.

Derek Meloney

The voice still echoes in our ears - By Sisira Chandrasekara, UK Correspondent for the SLBC in London

Derek Meloney, veteran broadcaster, radio DJ, news reader and TV presenter, passed away on October 16 from pneumonia at the age of 58 in Perth, Australia. November 2007.
Derek joined the Sri Lanka Broadcasting Corporation as a relief announcer for the English Services in 1977 and worked there until he left the country for Australia in the early ’80s. I was the technical assistant who worked with him on his very first shift on the SLBC commercial services live broadcast studio in 1977. Derek became popular among listeners and built up a huge audience within a short period. I can remember the amount of postcards and letters which he received from loyal listeners.
He used to come for the night shift from 7 p.m. to 11 p.m. once a week. Those days the people-request programmes were popular among radio listeners. Derek prepared for this one-hour programme well in advance and wanted me to do my best. On his webpage he had made mention of me: “Thank you to Sisira Chandrasekera, the legendary operations assistant of the ’70s & ’80s and to the fans who termed the phase "Music Memories & Good Old Fashioned Meloney Magic ".
It was in 1962 when he first walked into the studios of Radio Ceylon as a 13-year-old schoolboy lucky to be picked for the Wesley College school choir that he made that first entry to one of the most famous buildings in the Indian subcontinent. This was Radio Ceylon, the home of some of Asia’s best known broadcasters. Livy Wijemanne, Jimmy Barucha, Shirley Perera, Mil Sansoni, Chris Greet, Leon Belleth and Nihal Bharetti to name a few. This was the place where he met "The Movie Man About Town", Jimmy Barucha; happy-go-lucky Greg Roskoskie, Gingernut Vernon Corea and shortcake Leon Belleth and the great Livy Wijemanne, the man whose voice was on air when Hillary and Tenzing received Radio Ceylon on their tiny transistor radio from atop Mt Everest.
After this brief foray, came an intense desire to be a part of this empire, filled with people who were fiercely possessive of their place of work and of the image it gave them. It was a few years later that he was introduced to the original "Mystique" of commercial radio Chris Greet.
Thus began Derek’s love affair with the microphone. He caught the eye of Hector Jayasinghe who was the head of the Drama Section of the SLBC, and so it was not long before he started attending the Corporation’s training institute down Jawatte Road. Soon he was on the way to becoming a guest producer English National Service and so followed the programmes Radio Quiz Club, Just For Fun, The Soul Searchers and Let’s Spin A Disc.
It was around 1974 whilst working for Lloyd's Advertising Services, he decided to apply for a position of relief announcer. To his amazement he was one of the lucky few, but alas his endeavours were all but lost, as the rules of engagement were that advertising agency staff were not permitted to work the commercial beams, a rule he found hard to accept. He was entirely out in the cold as his voice was now approved to present commercial programmes for clients of the agency he represented, his co-habitation with the station’s best known producer Harold Fernando was about to begin and so the commercial world of radio saw Derek Meloney team up with Leon Belleth to present programmes.
It was the beginning of the advent of "Music Memories and Good Old Fashioned Meloney Magic". By this time he had caught the attention of Jimmy Barucha and Shirley Perera who reminded him that the day he left the agency he could return to the panel of announcers on the commercial beam. This was incentive enough for him and in 1977 Music Memories And Good Old Fashioned Meloney Magic was heard on the commercial service on a regular basis.
He spent the last 19 years in Perth -- 15 of the last 19 years in the public service and part time broadcasting with the Overseas Service of the Australian Broadcasting Corporation. He made the occasional appearance on the ethnic radio stations.
Whenever he came to Sri Lanka he did a spot of announcing and news reading at the SLBC. He was a faithful, sincere, dedicated broadcaster to the SLBC.
I lost a dear old good friend; the SLBC lost one of its best ever announcers and our listeners lost a great broadcaster. Derek although you are not among us, your voice is still echoing in our ears. I can remember the good old days we enjoyed so much working together as a team in Studio C. Although you are no longer with us your name will stay in our hearts and memories forever.

My dearest friend may you rest in peace.

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Kingsley Redlich 1891-1916 by C. V. HONTER- Our Heroes lost in the First World War
Kingsley Redlich was the youngest of 5 brothers who received their education at Wesley College. He commenced his school career ill' 1900 and worked his way up by steady perseverance to the Senior Cambridge Form. He was a quiet, cheerful fellow whether in classroom, drill ground or playing field. He passed his Cambridge Junior and 2 years later 'entered the Ceylon Medical College. While a Medical student, he was also a member of the Ceylon Medical Corps and helped in attending on the wounded sailors of the "Emden" in the Military Hospital at Colombo. He was mentioned in Military orders and thanked for his services.
He left for England at his own expense early in 1915 and had the distinction of being the first Wesleyite to offer his services for the Empire in the Great War. Although his brother, Rev. E. B. Redlich, had arranged for a commission in the R. A. M. C., Kingsley preferred to join the fighting line and enlisted in the London Rifle Brigade in July 1915. He was sent to a big training Camp at Tadworth in Surrey where he was very popular among his comrades, by whom he was always endearingly called "Darkie." After the usual training in drill, route' marches, bombing and musketry, he left for France with his regiment in February, 1916. There he went through a furthur course of severe training for several months before being sent up to the firing line. He was in the front trenches in June, 1916, and drove back a band of Huns who attempted to capture his trench. In a letter written about this time he says, "A few days ago I was in the trenches for 3 days. We were quite close to the Germans this time. 'We weren't shelled very much during this second visit of mine. The Huns had a raid on our trenches the first night we were there. When we opened fire, they ran for all they were worth. We were off duty this morning, and so I took my opportunity and received Commun¬ion." On the memorable 1st of July, 1916, he took part in the First Big Push on the Somme. On the 14th of July, brother cabled out the sad news that Kingsley had been killed in action, being one of the first Ceylonese to make the supreme sacrifice. "After life's fitful fever', he Sleeps well' somewhere on the sunny fields of France, but his memory will live with us for ever as that of a. young man, with' promising career before him, who gave up all' for the sake of his King and Country.

The above appreciation is an excerpts from the Wesley College Magazine February 1919 (From the archives held by Edmund Dissanayake)

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Harold Staples 1896-1917 - Our Heroes lost in the First World War
Duty wears a golden crown: for 'tis no myth or mystery
That Duty nobly done makes noblest history.-A. Staples.
Aristotle says that "honourable descent is in all nations greatly esteemed." The Staples family has been a household word in Ceylon for over half-a-century through the disinterested public service and singular literary gifts of several of its members.
Harold Staples was born in Colombo on 2nd November, 1896. His early years were spent with his grandparents, whose simplicity, integrity, and robust l'eligiotis faith contributed to develop his character. He was an amiable and dutiful child. full of healthful enjoyment of life. Many an incident has been narrated which reveals his charm of character. For instance: when he was about five his favourite dog fell into the well. His anxiety was intense, and in his sore plight he retired to the bedroom, knelt down, and prayed with touching simplicity: "O God, hear me! Save my puppy. Don't let it die!" His joy knew no bounds when his pet was rescued. 'Childhood shows the man.' As he grew up the noble traits which marked his tender years bore abundant fruit.
Harold was taught at home, and at five was sent to the Pettah Giris' High School when Miss Ledger (now Mrs. Highfield) was at the head. He gave unmistakable signs of dawning intelligence. He had the honour of presenting Lady Ridgeway with a bouquet Of this occasion the then Principal says: "The only thing I remember about him is that he was brought to a Prize-Giving with his hair curled and wearing a dainty Muslim dress that made him look like a pretty little girl." In the photograph which was taken out about that time we see his well-chisseled features and bright chubby face, with a toy gun in his hands. The love for soldiering created at so early an age never forsook him.
When his grandfather died in 1903 he returned to his parents. He attended Miss Ferdinands'school for about two years, was for a brief period under' the able tuition of the Rev.G.A.H. Arndt. and then joined St. Thomas' College. Here a new world opened to him; and apart from his studies, his interest in man¬ly games and athletic exercises was aroused. He was alive at every pore. In 1911 he joined Wesley College, and often spoke of the three happy years he spent within its walls with sincere gratitude. His sunny disposition, winning ways, and absolute truthfulness won the hearts of the masters and boys alike. He was a keen Cadet. and on the football field his enthusiasm was unbounded. He was fond of fun and frolic. Out of school he loved to wander' over the country with an open eye and heart. He had a boy's affection and reverence for animals, and especially for birds. He studied their natural history, and was encouraged to do so by the sympa¬thetic interest taken in him by the Vice-Principal. To this he joined a love of reading and quiet meditation. The College Sunday School was of real help to him, and in after years he became an ardent worker in the Cotta Road Sunday School. He left College in December, 1914, from Lower VA. to enter business.
It was felt that a journalistic career would be congenial to his literary tastes, but as there was no immediate opening he joined Aitken, Spence & Co., and subsequently the Ac¬countant's Office, C.G.R. He had a genius for friendship and was loved by his fellow-clerks. With the outbreak of the Great War he was on active service as a member of the C.L.I. both in Colombo and Diyatalawa. This culminated in his enlistment.
On 15th September, 1915, Harold sailed in the MM. Amazone with the Ceylon Contingent through the "Times' Passage Fund." In his entertaining letters en route he showed his keen-eyed interest in all that he saw, and was a tower of strength to many of his' comrades. After an eventful voyage he reached England, saw the great sights of the Metropolis. and was quartered in Seaford Camp and then at Oxford: The natul1al charm of the old University town cast its spell over him. Kind friends treated him with lavish hospitality. The training was exacting but he welcomed it. He deepened in character. He steadily disciplined his sOl11 for' the perils, the squalor, and the ghastliness of the battlefield. Life to him was duty. The 'vision splendid' loomed large before him.
In January, 1916, he was with the Royal Fusiliers in the thick of the conflict. His innate cheerfulness was a priceless military asset in the dark days of disillusion and disaster. He took part in many a bloody struggle; he was in the valleys of decision where-
'The thundering line of battle stands, and in the air De3th moans and sings.' His graphic accounts in letters- the garnered memories
of the dramatic experiences of one year-would fill a little volume. In the last Number we had an inkling of his power for word painting. Enough for us to know now that through it all his indomitable wit, selfless courage, and unquestioning faith in God never left him.
In the battle of Ancre he fought with dash and vigour.
He fell in action on February 28, 1917. The Chaplain wrote thus: "Our men took a trench on that morning, and he was alright up till mid-day when he was hit in the head and body by shrapnel and killed instantly. It would be some consolation to you to know that he could not have suffered. He had done very well and we are sorry to lose him." In a very touching letter to the writer dated 21s't January, 1917 which reached four days before he fell-he wrote: "I am simply longing for this cruel war to end when I shall be able to go back to Ceylon," But God willed it otherwise! He has 'gone over the top' never to return. But what a triumphant death! He fell in the cause of right and justice.
'This is the Happy Warrior; this is He That every man in arms should wish to be.'
Let us ever cherish and keep green the memory of noble and chivalrous young men like Harold.
"His ashes in a peaceful urn shall rest,
His name a great example stands, to show
How strangely high endeavours may be blest E
When Piety and Valour jointly go."

The above appreciation is an excerpts from the Wesley College Magazine February 1919 (From the archives held by Edmund Dissanayake)

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A Tribute to Paul Modder by Nihal D Amerasekera

Paul was a quiet unassuming, sensitive , cultured and intelligent student at Wesley in the 1950’s. I came to know him when he sat next to me for a whole year in the 4th Form in 1957. He wasn't impressed by academia but came to prominence in the school as a writer and a poet from his numerous contributions to the annual Wesley College magazine. Paul was articulate and had a wonderful command of the English language. He expressed his views of the world as a teenager most elegantly. Although he came from an elite social background from the posh surroundings of Barnes Place in Cinnamon Gardens he had his feet on the ground and remained down to earth, at all times. Paul was often seen with his then soul-mate called Moore. They were inseparable friends. Paul always remained a very private person. Many would remember Paul arriving early to school and watching the world go by from the Biology lab corridor. It was a vantage position to watch the busy traffic on Baseline road, see the prisoner being taken by the guards for their hard labour and also to watch the teachers and students walk up the driveway for their days toil. He remained there quietly and patiently, deep in thought, until the bell rang for assembly. Although he was happy enough as a schoolboy Paul seemed troubled deep inside. At times I have seen his mind in turmoil but seem to cope with life's adversities like the rest of us. I lost contact with Paul when I moved on to the GCE Science class in 1958 and got immersed in the preparations for the examination. I thought he would become a journalist and would have made a good one. Although I remembered him from time to time our paths never crossed and sadly we never met again. I was told he emigrated to Melbourne, Australia in the 1970’s and within a few years took his own life. A tragic loss of a young life in its prime. Paul will be remembered fondly for his integrity, insight and honesty . He never gave himself a chance to make a difference to this world but he certainly made a difference to the many who got to know him as a friend. He left this world a poorer place by his early exit. We bring into this world our own destiny and its awesome force. We should save our sadness for the rest of the Modder family who lost a son, so young. Although we had a short sojourn through life as friends they were our impressionable formative years. I will always remember his kindness and his smiling face. This world was never meant for one so sensitive and caring as Paul Modder.

Some go silently into the night –
walk through the park of our humanity
with breath that parts no air -
steps that bend no grass -
disturbing nothing as they pass

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Eustace Basil Nathanielsz - Remembered by Peter Casiechetty

NATHANIELSZ - EUSTACE BASIL (TITA) At Rest. Dearly beloved husband of Jeanne, much loved father of Jilska, father-in-law of Michael Payoe, devoted and loving Grandpa of Aleisha & Tamia, brother of Maisie, Helen, George, Kathleen (Barno), Oliver & May (Ting) (all deceased), brother-in-law of Ralston, Summa & Romaine, Malcolm (deceased), Walter & Margot. Funeral arrangements to be notified later. 11, Sri Sunandarama Road, Kalubowila, Dehiwala.

One of the many old Wesleyites we have to be proud of. I knew Tita for only a little while, but that while was long enough to admire the Man.
Frank and forthright he was an old school old Wesleyite and they don't make them in that mould any more. He was a senior executive in the Mercantile Sector and had an Office in the Old Colonial sector of the Fort near Gafoor Buildings. I knew his brother George a lot better so I will not therefore venture to touch on his great cricket career for Ceylon and the Colts or Wesley.

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Memories of Maurice Weeraperumal By Upali Perera & O.K.Hemachandra
Our friendship with Maurice Weeraperumal goes back to our school days, way back to early 1950’s. I knew Maurice from my hostel days and “O.K” developed a friendship in the Campbell Park during their athletic endeavourers especially while they were hurdling.

I could very vividly remember Maurice beating “O.K” in 1957 in the 110 hurdles event whilst “O.K” was the unbeaten champion for many years. This event was filled with a lot of enthusiasm and excitement due to “O.K’ trying to beat the college record held by Abu Fuard .

Maurice was a very talented sportsman excelling in Rugby, Athletics and Hockey during his school days. His generosity too was limitless. The inheritance he received from his aunt, who was very fond of Maurice, was spent on us as friends for musical shows, motor races, & other boyish activities along with a donation to the College Hockey team. He had a heart of Gold.

In his working life our friend was extremely well regarded in the Garment Industry as one of the best Quality Controllers in the Country. During these days he was very helpful to all his close friends in finding jobs and was very lavish in financial assistance to those who needed.

Maurice was a carefree, lovable individual, who enjoyed life to the fullest without much thought for the future. This was his weakness, which led to some hardships during his latter years. In 1996, Maurice had a severe heart attack and had no funds to under go an urgent operation. Organised by “O.K”, all his friends locally, from Australia and his relatives rallied round to quickly pay the costs of the surgery performed by well-known surgeon, Dr.Dalpadathu. We must not forget the crucial part taken by “O.K” who was instrumental in this process, using his influence as the Director CID to get assistance from the active Presidents Fund.

After the surgery he got back to his garment Trade and in the year 2000 obtained a staff position in Karachi, Pakistan. After two weeks, Maurice got a stroke and never recovered. The then High Commissioner for Pakistan, General Srilal Weerasoriya with the help of “O.K” and Capt.Dalkin Samidon helped Maurice to return to Sri Lanka. From here onwards life was a huge struggle until his death. I personally know that “O.K” was helping him until his final days.

Maurice was a dear and a sincere friend who was loved by many. Friends who knew him well enjoyed his sharp sense of humour. Maurice enjoyed doing favours to those who were dear to him at the risk of his reputation and was ready to face any adverse situations.

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Maurice Werapermall Remembered by Nihal D Amerasekera 2/4/09

It was with deep sadness I received the news of the demise of yet another friend from our era at school. I came to know Maurice and his younger brother Bryan when they joined the boarding in the early 1950’s. Their father worked in the Coconut Research Institute in Lunuvilla. They had a Renault car with the engine at the rear and I do recall they arrived in the hostel at the beginning of every term with the trunks on the roof. Maurice told us firmly at the very beginning that his name was not Weeraperumal but Werapermall which is a European name, No one believed him but now I know that was true. Maurice was a smart guy. He had a light hearted attitude to school work but I recall being in the same class with him for English with Fred Abeysekera as the teacher. He had a wonderful command of the English language and produced some fine essays. His spelling was exceptional.

He was a great sportsman himself and also a vocal supporter of our many school teams. My lasting memory of Maurice is playing cricket in the small park. This was long before the limited over games began. He wanted a quick finish and batted and bowled to that end. He was a demon bowler who sledged his opponents not to intimidate them but to make fun. He swung the bat and on a good day the ball reached the Nalanda grounds. Maurice played Rugby for the school 1st XI. His speciality was athletics and hurdles in particular. He came up against a formidable opponent in OK Hemachandra. They struck up a friendship which lasted until the end of his life.

He loved the bohemian life style in the boarding but despised its regimentation. Maurice was a rebel, pretty forthright and spoke his mind. Yet that was his strength and also his weakness. In the fifties we were not allowed to express our views. We were only to be seen and not heard. His hot temper left him impatient of anyone, even fellow students. We understood his body language in that situation and avoided him. However, his flinty, selfless integrity never wavered and no one had a bad word for him.

Maurice was always well groomed and well presented. He had a western swagger, good looks, and an impeccable sense of style. He was the author of much mischief at school. No ripe papaws or plantains in the premises or just outside were safe when he was around. He had the remarkable ability to give boys nicknames to suit their persona and their ways. These names were so realistic they stuck with them for life. Despite his apparent arrogant and aggressive demeanour at school these first impressions were misleading. He was a loyal friend and had a heart of gold. I have witnessed first hand his kindness towards the less wealthy and also the less able at school during our long association. He had a wide circle of close friends who supported him all through his long and final illness.

Maurice had a fine sense of sophisticated humour, rarely seen at school. He made us laugh. We will always remember him for this. I last saw Maurice in 1960 when he left school. I wish I had the good fortune to meet him after leaving Wesley. He had a fine repertoire of amusing anecdotes which he changed to suit the occasion. I was told Maurice lived life to the full and was a popular figure. I sincerely hope he has had a good life despite the troubles of the last few years.

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16th April 2009

IN MEMORIAM-MR. C. M. FONSEKA By JLF De Mel (inserted 16/4/09)

The last of the band of contemporaries to retire from Wesley among those who belonged to the Highfield regime and the good old days of Dias, Mack and Honter-passed away with the sudden death of Mr. C. M. Fonseka on the 6th of March 1958.
One could hardly believe that the familiar figure of C. M. that unfailingly showed itself at every school function or gathering will be henceforth conspicuous by its absence. When, almost the other day, he was seen hale and hearty as ever, moving among his friends, colleagues and past pupils during the Old Boys' week end and in reminiscent mood, relating various incidents that stood out concerning school personalities during a period of well nigh 40 years, and later sat to lunch with a record number of Old Boys, little did ·he or any others present realise that it was. in fact the last memorable Scene in the Final Act in the drama of Life, so far as C. M. was concerned. Even so, it seems to us now the most appropriate way for C. M. to have moved away from the scene of his labours after having foregathered with a representative section of those who came within his benign influence and held him in high esteem and affection as one who had given of his best in loyalty and devoted service to his Alma Mater for a record spell of years.
C. M.'s amiability and friendliness and the way he enjoyed doing what he could for his old school were characteristic of the man; for even just before he made his final exit from the school premises he was impressing on a group of friends the great benefits Wesley boys could enjoy from establishing a Dental Clinic-a project he was sure could be a present reality. During his years of retirement he busied himself contacting Old Boys to help swell the Building Fund, and it must have been a matter of gratification for him to have seen for himself that the Highfield Memorial Building had reached completion. He joined the staff of Wesley in 1916 and retired only four years ago, in December 1953. During those years he showed great enthusiasm in the teaching of Geography and took a special pride in the fact that he was one of the earliest Hostel Masters and perhaps the First assistant Scout Master of the first Wesley Scout Troop. He was greatly interested in Gardening and yearned for the fruition of a great scheme of his to establish a School Farm where he could use his many talents to train his pupils in Horticulture and in the rearing of birds and animals, thus passing on his own expert knowledge and enthusiasm to the younger folk, to find in such a pursuit both pleasure and profit. It was indeed unfortunate that when his dream was about to become an accomplished fact, World War II intervened and the opportunity passed.
Yet those who have visited his home know what a veritable Botanical Garden in miniature filled his compound and what pleasure he derived from taking his friends around, talking of his rare collection of plants and the pets, birds and poultry' as well. This aspect of his interest he put to good use in the school by the care and attention he paid to planting out in well laid garden plots and flower beds cuttings and seeds from his home nurseries-a labour of love he continued for many years till he retired. It was a fitting tribute to his devotion to the school that he was made Supervisor of the Primary Department during the period before retirement . . Unassuming, quiet, simple in his ways and always genial and friendly he took a personal interest in the boys he taught as well as in those who came to know him in one way or another. A host of grateful pupils as well as many others who came into close contact with this veteran teacher who endeared himself to them by his simplicity and kindliness will long cherish the memory of one who served the school he loved so dearly with such zeal and fervour. May he rest in peace.
FRED DE MEL.

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20th April 2009

In Memoriam - Ralph Cecil Arthur Woutersz - By Nizar Sapideen

RALPH WOUTERSZ April 17, 2009
Loving husband of Elizabeth and devoted father of Andrew. Forever with the Lord
A graveside service for RALPH will be held in the graveyard of St Peter's Anglican Church,
Windsor Street, Richmond, Sydney, Australia this Thursday morning (April 23,
2009), at 9.30 a.m. A Service of Thanksgiving will follow at the Epping Baptist Church, corner Ray and Carlingford Roads, Epping, Sydney commencing at 11.30 a.m. By request no flowers.

***** 1939 - 2009 *****

Ralph Woutersz passed away yesterday. Ralph was ailing for some time and his demise is a sad loss to Wesley OBA (NSW). Ralph was a class mate of mine in the very late 50's. He was a good athlete, excelling in the Hurdles event and represented Wesley at the Public Schools Athletic Meet.

Wesleyites at the Funeral

Left to Right: Nizar Sapideen, Bill Deutrom, Harris Anthonisz, Mel Mottau, Ernie Algama, Ralph Pereira, Ken Anthonisz

Nizar with Mrs.Woutersz and Son, Andrew

From the Editor: My grateful thanks to Nizar Sapideen for the photos and script

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In Memoriam - P.G.R. (Gilbert) Fernando sent by Keith de Kretser

FERNANDO - P.G.R. (GILBERT). Retired Head Master Wesley College , Colombo . Safe in the hands of Jesus. Beloved husband of Nesta (formerly at Jayawardenapura Hospital ), loving father of Nishanthi (Shin Kwang Lanka), Nalin (ICC Ltd.) and Gihani (Dialog Telecom Plc), father-in-law of Damayanthi, loving grandfather of Nimhan and Nimsari, expired. Cortege leaves residence 244/7, Dines Place , Kaduwela Road , Pittugala, Malabe at 1.00 p.m. on 29-05-2009. Interment at Raddoluwa Methodist Church Burial Ground at 4.00 p.m.

I noted with sadness the passing of Mr PGR Fernando another one of those famous teachers that served Wesley for more than 25 years with distinction. Many would remember him I am sure as he was an institution in the Junior school for many years. I think he was house master of Lemphers House in the Juniors School .

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Neville Oswald Ludowyke - The many tributes from his loyal friends

Funeral Mass for the repose of the soul of Mr Neville Oswald Ludowyke will be offered at St Simons Church, 2 Taylors Lane, Rowville, TOMORROW (Sat. July 4, 2009) at 11 a.m. The Funeral will leave at the
conclusion of Mass for burial at Springvale Botanical Cemetery, Princes Hwy, Springvale. Rosary will be recited in Tobin Brothers Currents of Life Chapel, 505 Princes Hwy, Noble Park (opp. Browns Rd) TONIGHT at 7 p.m. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to Peter MacCallum Institute. Envelopes will be available at both venues.

Good Bye Nifty (Neville Ludowyke) by Keith de Kretser- Melbourne

A bleak winter’s day greeted mourners as they gathered with the Wesley brotherhood to farewell Neville “Nifty” Ludowyke on his final journey home to his maker. The church began to fill from 10:30 a.m. for the 11 a.m. service of thanksgiving and as expected a large crowd was in attendance to farewell one of life’s nice guys. A free spirited generous guy in every sense of the word to his wife, son, family and friends, Neville was a popular bloke and many were there as he had touched their lives in some small way along life’s journey. The brotherhood of Wesleyites was well represented and sat in the seats next to the choir looking sombre at the loss of a loyal and proud Wesleyite and all wearing the College tie that identified our pedigree the ‘band of double blue”.

The many Wesleyites present were choristers in their day at Wesley and lived up to the Methodist traditions of music and supported the choir in all the hymns singing with gusto. Neville lived life to the fullest and in that symbolic new testament passage of scripture from St Paul’s letter to Timothy, the words rang true …. ”As for me the hour has come, the time is here for me to leave this life. I have done my best; I have fought the good fight. I have run the race; I have run the full distance and kept the faith. …” Older brother Winston in a brief eulogy paid tribute to Neville capturing in words the lovable larrikin and spirit that Neville represented and some of his experiences as a schoolboy at Wesley and later on in life in Sri Lanka and overseas.

At the conclusion of the service, the cortege left for the lawn cemetery where his mortal remains were to be buried. At the request of his wife and son and knowing Neville, possibly his final wish, he wanted his beloved alma mater to feature in the final moments of his journey. As the mourners braved the grey skies, intermittent drizzle and bitterly cold winds all the Wesleyites present, about twenty in all, formed a guard of honour as his coffin was carried to his final resting place. With the final strains of the graveside hymn “Nearer My God to Thee ‘ still ringing in the mourners ears, the old boys began the College Song which was sung in full concluding with the War Cry “Zam, Zam Zacky” which Neville look forward to singing at all old boy gatherings.

Nifty was one of the founding members of the OBU Australia Branch and served on the committee. He was a Wesleyite through and through. If there was anything for Wesley be it fund raising, hosting Old Boys regardless of the era, Nifty was there and would pledge his support. His wife Mignonne and son Trevine were dutifully inculcated about Wesley and in what it was to be a Wesleyite and to be the wife and son of one. The last time he joined the brotherhood to celebrate was at the senior’s lunch in 2008 when struggling to walk due to his illness, he climbed a short flight of steps to partake in the festivities. He would not miss it. Sadly as his condition deteriorated we did not see Nifty at our functions again and when we had that nostalgic re-union when Dr. Nihal Amerasekera visited Melbourne, Nifty could not join us. Nifty supported all the functions of the OBU since inception and he would ensure that at every Double Blue Dinner Dance he would organise at least two tables.

At one dance when he was Social Secretary in our formative years, we had over 450 patrons in attendance. At the end of the night it was the Social Secretary’s duty to organise the clean-up, etc. We searched and searched but could not find Neville who was responsible for co-ordinating this task. After sometime we finally found him being carried out to a waiting car to go home. The dance was a great success and Nifty had celebrated the occasion in fine style and was sadly a bit under the weather. As friends and colleagues gather their thoughts I am sure there will be many fond anecdotes that capture the character of Neville. So as another passionate and loyal Old Wesleyite leaves our midst, we remember Neville with love and treasured memories of happier times.

As the words of that famous old fireside classic Beyond the Sunset remind us, may Neville’s soul rests in peace for evermore beyond the sunset of this earthly life.

Beyond the sunset,

Farewell to Neville

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Neville Ludowyke remembered by Nihal D Amerasekera - 29th June 2009

“We are all travellers in the wilderness of this world, and the best we can find in our travels is an honest friend”

Robert Louis Stevenson

I came to know Neville in the boarding as a boy of unfailing courtesy and great charm with a quiet but very real sense of humour. Despite his strong character and husky voice soon won our confidence and affection through his genuine kindness and sympathy. Even at a young age he fought for the needy and the underdog. In spite of his natural reserve he was wonderful company. At school he loved the outdoor pursuits more than the books and tests. Neville joined in the cricket and football in the small park and thrived on the heated banter which was part of the game in the hostel. At school Neville rarely pulled out of an argument but was always reasonable helped by his wit and common sense, which were rare gifts. He was always a loyal and genuine friend. Our mums were friends from their schooldays in Girls High School in Kandy. This gave us something in common and remained friends until he left school to emigrate to Australia. Then we lost contact for two decades and made contact again through my Double Blue International website. Neville was a founder member of the Old Boys Union Australia and remained a loyal supporter in the committee for many years. The passage of years did not diminish his love for his old school and remained a true blue Wesleyite to the very end.

Neville was a keen Rugby player and represented the school in the 1958/59 seasons. He recounted his vivid memories of those years in his article to the Double Blue International

Double Blues Vs Trinity Lions at Bogambara Kandy (1959) – Neville Ludowyke(Melbourne, Australia)

When I planned to visit Melbourne he wanted me to stay with him but I knew of his poor health. I phoned him 3 weeks prior to his demise and had a long chat reminiscing. In any life there are difficulties and Neville was not immune to these. There were health problems. Despite his disability due to his final illness he had the courage and the dogged determination to lead as normal a life as possible, aided by the devotion of his wife Mignonne. Neither did his sense of humour desert him. To me he will always remain young, seventeen and smiling as when I saw him last on the steps at Wesley. We will not see his cheeky grin ever again. To his family he gave his love and guidance, to his friends his loyalty and to his school much affection. We miss him and give God thanks we knew him. Neville passed away at Box Hill Hospital in Melbourne after an eight year battle with cancer.

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Robin Reimers An Appreciation by Nihal D Amerasekera 6/07/09

Robin was a charismatic and dashing lad at school with a clear, youthful and incredibly engaging manner. He was a man of sharp mind and yet of much heart. Everyone knows individuals with one or the other of these characteristics but they are seldom combined in the level of quality Robin personified. In the 1950's as a schoolboy he was upto all the pranks. His rascality and naughtiness was his hallmark but he had the remarkable ablity to prevent its escalation into anything serious. Despite the hard talk at times he had a more gentle and thoughtful nature too. We liked him much and he made us laugh.

Cricket was his passion then and was a good criketer at that, representing the school in the 1st XI for a couple of years, in the early sixties. His exploits on and off the field are legendary and have passed on to cricket folklore at Wesley. It must have been Robin's seemingly bottomless supply of self-belief that made him such a good sportsman.

Robin and I have been friends for 60 years. Although we were separated by many thousand miles have kept in touch with email. When I finally decided to meet my school friends in Melbourne Robin asked me to stay with him, despite his illness. We met on the 19th of March 2009 when the OBUA held a dinner. It was great to see Robin and all my friends. The chubby 'baby' face he had in school was gone. He had aged far more than his years. The lines and furrows in his face were the result of his battle with cancer. I will never forget his hug which nearly broke my ribs. Nothing much seemed to have changed in that score since the schooldays. I felt so grateful he made an effort to see me despite his pain and discomfort. We laughed and reminisced late into the night until the pain returned. Robin still remembered the stories and anecdotes which brought us all together at school. He's the most amazing person to be with, no effort at all, and I feel I've known him for years and actually I have.

My last farewell - Melbourne, March 2009

Robin and Glen were great chums at Wesley and also in later life. I am very grateful Glen made time to see me at the dinner in Melbourne. To see them both together again since schooldays was a special treat. Robin was philosophical about the future but was determined to fight his long battle to the very end, and so he did, most valiantly.

Now, all the good we say about Robin doesn't mean he was a Saint. He has an irreverent streak which probably debars him from cannonisation. His range of expression was broad and and his views were often robustly delivered. His essential quality was that he cared about others. Robin really did value his friends and was unstinting in his support for them. Loyalty and dependability are admirable qualities in this changing and competitve world.

Robin left a huge gap in the lives of his family and his many friends, but also left many fond memories. He will be remembered by his school friends for his vitality and sense of humour. He received the respect of all who knew him. Our sympathies go out to Trilby and the sons and also Glen.

Robin passed away without fuss and with great dignity.

Happy Get - Together at the OWSC

We will remember Robin - Always

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Robin "Blubber" by Peter Casiechetty

Riemers I suppose it is easy for me remember "Blubber" Riemers as Robin was affectionately known to all, as the plumpier of two brothers. Robin was a kind lad and in primary school I used to take time off from throwing stones and watch him at a game of cricket, with his class- mates in the small park. I liked to watch him bat and if he was on my stone throwing stopped for as long as he batted. I was a little nuisance and all he needed to do was frown and I would by respect for an older brother look for something else to do. The boys in his class were older than mine and while Tony Musafer, or "Big Baboon", Samahoon Dennis Colin Thome and Kaki Bill Deutrom were "well behaved" Golu Gunasekera and a few others were politely put, not. On the park we learned a few new words, but never one from Robin.

He was the decent, kind type. The Riemers boys were boarders for a while and Glen was the smartly dressed chisel nosed statuette whose sleeves were impeccably "balance" at the elbows, his trousers creased making him look a young Cary Grant. He had in my opinion all that was needed to make him a Hollywood star. In the opinion of many Mount Mary girls too. Robin was a normal as any William we read about in the little hardbacks for schoolboys. His shirts fought to stay out side his trouser tops and his socks slipped into his shoes. He was one of the crowd and a popular boy. As we moved on the politics of the country, rightly I will add were changing. Those of us who knew only English were looking gloomily at the horizon and what the Antipodes or Europe had in store. Who could blame them! The first load of immigrants were at my doorstep - Kotahena, the Harbour the ships and the leaving to settle down. On Fridays of Second Term we heard the team announcements for the Under 14 and Under 16 cricket matches.

On Mondays at General Assembly was all about the results of the games played. The same names kept coming up over and over again. Robin's was one always mentioned. He was a stylish batsman and could have looked to a long and a grand career if his parents had chosen to stay. For four years he shone and then the Riemers left the boarding and were day scholars. I saw Glen and Robin together on the school bus. Glen was ever the aloof. Now a major player in the Ist XI cricket, hockey teams and also in the Rugby XV he never seemed to lose his guard or his nerve nor have time for the indisciplined like me. I could see that Robin was a mite different. He would peep out of the bus at the good looking school girls with a smile and a joke. This was the Galle Road bus that went down to Moratuwa. There was Milroy Jebaraja who was always funny and Robin, Evarade Schoorman in a bunch. Ignoring us completely and we raised hell. When things got out of control there was Robin's glance and a word and things cooled. I do not know if he had plans but after the first year of cricket mostly in the "hot dug out" Robin took leave of Wesley. he was young. I would have liked to see him and Dennis Colin Thome bat together or Russel Ingram and Teddy Campbell. But the politics of the day meant that these youngsters would make people in Australia and England marvel at their artistry. Russell Ingram as we all know met with a tragic death. Teddy went on to Preach and Robin continued to charm the Australians.

He would charm one in particular and that is Trilby. She and the children have our kind thoughts and I want her to know that Robin was a gentleman to the soles of his feet. He was a kind and generous person and never ever tolerated a bully. I know he helped Trevor Gollu and a number of his classmates financially and warmed at my idea that we should be in a Collective to Aid Old Wesleyites who have not got Social Benefits that we have. That meant the one we left behind in Sri Lanka. Robin also shook me into place when I treated an old boy with scorn over a remark he made about a friend. I was seething and poured my heart out in an email. "Stop you ranting and get to the point" he said. Robin you know I did, because I loved and respected you. If I was going to be insulting again, I did not let you know because you must have remarked when you were watching that I am incorrigible. I thank you for the lessons I learned at Wesley, and I thank Wesley for boys like you Robin.

My last few miniutes to you on the phone were too short. I wanted to write you a letter and tell you that you'll live to a 105 because you are a tough bugger. I was told you were in pain. Today I hope you are not and I know that you are at peace. I was there and came back three times, you know that because I told you all about it. I will never forget you telling me to oil the edges of my bat when I was walking to practice. I knew you were joking. I am sure the whole OBU joins me with saying this to you. I ofen used a few of your catch phrases when I was sledging someone. I got a bump on the head for my trouble. You have not gone too far away. Until I lose my memory, you will be on my shoulders in my head and in my heart Blubber.

God Bless you and may you Rest in Everlasting Peace.

A Tribute to Robin Reimers by Lalith CR Wijesinghe
At College Robin was to me , the younger brother of my dear friend Glen. He played for the 1st XI
Cricket Team with us at a tender age of fifteen years.This showed what a talented cricketer he was.
Robin and Glen migrated to Australia in 1961 and Wesley lost two cricketers prematurely , who I am sure would have made an even bigger contribution than now.
In spite of the distance my friendship with them never faded ,specially because of Robin. He ensured that he kept in touch with his host of friends both in Sri Lanka and other locations. Sri Lanka was close to his heart and he never failed to make his regular trips here. Everytime he visited ,meeting up with his classmates and colleagues was a high priority.
I recall the occasion he picked us up from the Melbourne International Airport at a most inconvenient hour,the first time we visited Australia. This exemplifies the person Robin was. My wife and I, always used to enjoy Robin & Trilby’s hospitality at their home in Melbourne. The weekend we spent at Glen’s country home in Bonny Doon,with Glen,Robin,Upali ,their wives and Errol is still etched in my memory. We had the most memorable time . Anecdotes from College times together with the spirit that cheers kept us going till 3.00 in the morning. A barbeque the next day where the late Hilary De Vos and wife joined topped it all. Thank you Robin and Glen for the pleasant memories.
Robin was a sincere,reliable and generous friend. They are a rare breed today. He had an exceptional intellect and his writing skills certainly made an impact . I enjoyed reading his emails and the contributions he made to the Old Wesleyite’s web page.
Trilby was Robin’s soulmate and constant companion .My wife and I extend our most heartfelt sympathies to Trilby and her family. The Wesley fraternity will miss Robin deeply. I consider myself privileged to have been Robin’s friend.You will be in our hearts always.

Farewell my friend.

From Neville Koch

Hi Trevor, fellow classmates and boys of Wesley,

It is with profound sadness that I received the news of Robin's passing away.As you say, we have all lost a very special friend. For some of us (Robin's classmates in particular) who knew Robin from the early 1950's up to the time he left our shores for the land Down Under, who had the privilege of knowing Robin for 60 years, I believe the pain is even greater. We have lost a most sincere, genuine and devoted friend! We were the guys who enjoyed (or endured) class teachers like Joyce Leembruggen (UKG,1951), Agnes Smith (Std.2A), Iris Blacker (Std.3A), Oliver Swaris (Std.4A), Iris Blacker again and Dulcie Leembruggen (Std.5A), Ivor De Silva (Form 1A, 1956), Edmund Dissanayake (Form 2A, 1957), and Rachel Leembruggen (Form 3A, 1958) - to name a few! Of course, we all enjoyed playing cricket, soccer and hockey together in the small park, where some of us (guys like Robin and others) graduated to playing those games "big time" at the venerated " Campbell Park ." Some of us sat on the boundry lines and cheered our guts out, relishing our victories, sober and sportsman-like in defeat ("taking cool whatever befall"). We enjoyed lots of great fun - and, of course, giving our teachers a hard time! We shared our deepest secrets, our joys, our struggles. We skinned our hearts and skinned our knees together. We were in and out of each other's homes, where we enjoyed eating lamprais and watalappan. We talked about almost everything under the sun - and, of course, about the GIRLS of All Saints, Metho and Lindsay et al (ask William Deutrom about those long "after school" walks from Bambalapitiya to Borella)! He will tell you about those "glorious" days!

Such are the memories (and many more) that we all cherish and treasure (and will do so till we die). We can all profoundly thank God for bringing us together (that was no accident), for what we learnt from each other, and for how, in unique and unimaginable ways, we helped shape each other's lives over the years. In the midst of our grief, we can thank God for Robin - that bright and shining star that impacted and enriched our lives in so many wonderful ways. We will all certainly miss him. I believe he is at peace with his Maker, free from all sickness and pain. And to dear Trilby and family, Glen, Jill and family, Lorraine and I offer our heartfelt condolences. Though so far away, you are all much in our thoughts and prayers. May the Lord give you strength and comfort in the difficult days and long, lonely nights ahead. May you know the peace of His presence in the midst of your pain! Regards, Neville.

A Tribute from Ranjit Aaron - From New Zealand

It is with deep regret and deep pain of mind I struggle to write these few words of appreciation. At the sad loss for my dearest and loving class mate & friend, Robin.
We were in contact by via email, untill very recently, when it suddenly faded away.
Robin is one who respected and up held others principals. I always loved his company. Even during the Small interval & Lunch intervals. When they sneaked out to have a punt at Salih's boutique, at the end of Karlshure Gardens. I always accompanied, because, I always loved being in the companyof Robin. Although I never ever smoked during my school school career. Many tried to encourage me to smoke, but not Robin. His words were always respect others principles.
I still remember vividly some of his vocabulary. One that comes to my mind, which he used frequently during his school days. When some one attemped to do some thing beyond them, he said "Card less". yh
He was really one of the most generous guys during my school days. Even when he met me during the School centenary clebration. He inquired, if I had bought a ticket for the dinner, when I said I hadn't bought one he promptley bought two tickets for my wife and I
Although I knew Robin from my very inception at Welsey. Playing House cricket from the age of 14. We came even closer, when the ethnic classes were amalgamated after the JSC.
Playing cricket in the company of Robin, in what ever form. During our lunch breaks or in the small park was always an inspirationI. although I could not make it to the 1st.X1 side, He knew it, thats another chapter. I can write another chapter of his school cricketing prowess, well thats well known to all of us.
I am so thankful, that I was able to meet him during his last visit to Sri lanka in 2006. We had good drink at the OWSC. His parting words were "See you in Ossie"
I know it would be difficult time to console Trilby and the sons and their families at a time like this. But please be assured that Robin will be at Peace with his Creator. May his Soul Rest in Peace.

A letter from Bryan Claessen - From Adelaide

Robin's passing is like losing a brother.I regarded Robin with great affection. I believe that we all, as Wesleyites in particular share in his family's sad loss.
I have sent Shanti via Sajeeka a list of many names of old Wesleites especially from my time. It was a list I had included in a poem I once wrote titled "To A Special Friend" that I had hoped to frame for inclusion in my den. As a matter of interest I made a desk for my den on which I inscribed the names of all my school mates that I could remember. It was a good way of constantly remembering friends. My one big regret about my school days is that I did not think of keeping photos of my class mates etc. Names come to mind and I am unable to put faces to them and I meet others and it is difficult to recognize them. It will be nice if the present youngsters are encouraged to keep such records.
I amk not feeling the best at the moment but I 'll get over it.
Love to all
Bryan

CHESTER ROBIN REIMERS 1.09.1944 – 6.07.2009 By Keith de Kretser

Goodbye dear friend!

They say that life at times can be cruel and in the space of one week to be exact, the news reached the alumni community that loyal Old Wesleyite Robin Reimers had slipped away from this earthly life after valiantly fighting his cancer. Whilst we were all aware that his time was near, it is a difficult time for all of us and particularly the batch of 1960 - 1962 who paid their last respects to batch mate Neville Ludowyke only a few days earlier. The final days were difficult and Robin’s plea has been finally answered:

I am privileged to pen these few words on behalf of the many alumni in Australia in a tribute to a great Wesleyite and friend. Robin is the younger brother of Glenn and lived in the shadow of Glenn’s sporting achievements on the field in cricket, athletics and rugby. However Robin was no slouch himself and was an equally talented sportsman. Robin and Glenn with a few other Wesleyites in Melbourne carried the flag of Double Blue with pride at a time when the past pupils of Sri Lankan Schools did not have any associations in Australia. Robin was one of the inaugural members of the OBU Australia Branch when we formed in 1979.

My memories of Robin go back to my collection of College magazines of 1959, 1960, 1961 era and the many sporting team photographs where Robin who with cherubic good looks was the baby in the team be it standing in the back row of a cricket photo or with legs crossed on the ground with one of the Christofelsz brothers in a rugby photo. Robin served on the OBU Committee for many years and was instrumental in recruiting new members through his wide network of friends. He was involved in arranging regular cricket matches between Old Boys from Royal, St Thomas’, Trinity and St Benedict’s Colleges OBA’s and displayed his flair with the bat on many occasions. He was also involved with Norman de la Harpe in arranging a Golf challenge against Trinity OBA which continues to this day. Robin was a proud and loyal Wesleyite and supported the many OBU functions. At Committee, Robin provided a dignified balance to the debate and advice which gave perspective to the many issues the committee had to deal with. His love for Sri Lanka and Wesley combined saw Robin make many trips back to Sri Lanka. In the spirit of goodwill and support he graciously offered to act as the ambassador for the OBU Australia Branch in discussions with the College and alumni groups.

Robin was always ready to help the College in its hour of need and on many occasions answered Wesley’s call. His love for cricket and support for the work of the Cricket Development Committee at Wesley are well documented. However his generosity was not limited to helping the school but Old Wesleyites in distress. His concern for their well-being was not restricted to a mere donation but organizing a collection of funds, regularly contacting the person in need and monitoring their progress. He did not seek acknowledgement for these generous deeds of kindness but it demonstrated his concern and commitment to help others who were less fortunate than himself. Robin represented a lot of those old world values and charm that we miss today. Not big in stature but of solid character, decent and forthright, a loyal and trusted friend and above all a gentleman who enjoyed the simple things in life without much fuss and ado. These qualities earned the respect of many. His engaging presence and friendly demeanour endeared him not only to his peers but to Old Boys of all age groups (Senior and Junior to him) who had the opportunity to meet him and share fond memories of those halcyon days of our youth at Karlsruhe and Campbell Park.

Three generations of Reimers

He was liked by all who knew him and lived up to the accolade of being one of life’s “nice guys”. In cricket parlance he was an all rounder and a player you would pick in your team. Robin took up the fight against cancer with a positive and courageous mindset and continued to live life to the best of his ability as this insidious disease took hold of him. Trevor Collette, Rodney de Kretser, George Robertson and I with our partners, along with Trilby and Robin would go away for the weekend in recent years and after Robin was first diagnosed with cancer. Even though he had some discomfort at times and was in recovery, he fought his battle privately and never did he seek our sympathy, complain about his lot in life but carried on with a positive outlook. His love for Sri Lanka and Wesley slotted into his final plans and with his whole family he visited Lanka not long ago for the last time to say goodbye to his friends and pay his last respects to the land of his birth and the school that he loved. His fierce loyalty and love of his friends saw him put aside his own adversity and pain to fly up to Brisbane to support Bill Deutrom in his hour of need when Bill’s wife passed away last year.

He again bravely gathered up the courage and made an appearance at the dinner we held for Dr Nihal Amerasekera in March this year in Melbourne to the delight of everyone. However his stay with us that evening was short as the pain and his fragile health forced him to retire early. The photo of Robin circulated at the time from the function shows how his physical appearance had declined rapidly in recent months. I last saw Robin just about a month to this day when I dropped in to see him at his home and spent about an hour with him and his wife Trilby. I took him some ulundu vadais and sambol and though he had lost his appetite, he enjoyed two vadais for his lunch in my presence. He was lucid and we chatted about the changes happening at Wesley under the stewardship of the new Principal and the well being of other Old Boys both in Australia and overseas. Tiredness has prevented him from reading his emails and in recent months communication via the internet diminished. As usual his fervent wish was that Wesley would move forward in a new direction under Dr Shanthi McClelland’s stewardship and that he would restore some of her standards and standing in the community. As I said good bye I knew it would be the last time I would possibly see him and it was difficult to remain composed as we made eye contact for the last time. A shadow of his former self he was still gracious and dignified as he endured the pain and uncertainty of the future.

So as friends and the brotherhood of Wesleyites prepare to farewell Robin on Friday this week, we remember him with fondness, the happy times we shared,, his inspirational and courageous fight against cancer and above all what Robin stood for. He endured the final days in a lot of pain and at last his weary soul may rest in peace. To his wife Trilby, sons Stuart and Tristan and their families, brother Glenn and family and Mrs Reimers Senior, our thoughts and prayers are with you. We give thanks to God for the love and care demonstrated by Trilby and the boys as they cared for Robin and made his final days comfortable in the warmth and comfort of his home rather than in a hospital. May God’s divine providence grant them the courage and strength in the days ahead as they grieve over the loss of their dear one, truly one of life’s ultimate gentlemen. Bless them Lord we pray. So from all of us “Good Bye dear friend” till we meet again on that heavenly shore.

My Memories of Robin Reimers by Bill Deutrom

My memories of Robin Reimers go back many years, in fact to 1949 when we were both in the College Kindergarten, along with Trevor Collette and Robin Perera. All of us were members of a mini band, led by Robin Perera with the big drum, followed by the rest of the class with triangles and an assortment of odd instruments.; A distant but vivid memory. In those early years Robin Reimers progressed to be one of the leaders and he would captain either the English or Australian team with Trevor Collette being the other captain. These were great years for young Wesleyites, with sport being our main focus. I would always look up to Robin as he was a natural sportsman and a born leader. He represented College in the 1st X1 at a very young age, playing in D.Koddituwakku’s side in 1961. If he had not migrated to Australia he would have captained Wesley.

He represented Wesley in Rugby, Hockey and Athletics and was a fine all round sportsman. Robin was a well behaved student, avoiding the wrath of teachers unlike his close mates Rodney (Errol) Smith and Upali Perera who were terrors in College! Coming to Australia at an early age generally meant that you lost contact with your childhood friends. However thankfully due to the very active Old Boys Union in Melbourne, of which Robin was a founding member, we were able to make contact in the early 90’s and our friendship was renewed and strengthened. Maureen and I were fortunate to have been able to meet with Trilby and Robin on many occasions at Brookfield, Melbourne and Sri Lanka.

In SL during the 125th Celebrations we went to Nuwara Eliya where the girls visited an orphanage with gifts, while Robin and I attempted to master the golf course without much luck. That was a really great trip with many memories as the two long suffering Wesley wives had to put up with the same College yarns which had been recounted many a time. Maureen was very fond of Trilby and Robin, and both of us Wesleyites were blessed with our wives. Robin approached the challenge of his illness with fortitude and courage. His friendship was demonstrated to me, when despite his illness he came to Brisbane to be with me and supported me at Maureen’s funeral. When I saw him at the church I was amazed and humbled that he had made the journey.

I will always be grateful for his caring nature and I am terribly sad that towards the end we were reduced to an occasional phone call, as I understood that constant visits were too exhausting as the illness advanced. Robin was a friend who could be counted on for sound advice and with his excellent sense of humour had the ability to gently chide you without being offensive. He was a totally committed Wesleyite and even though he was very ill arranged to collect funds from ex-cricketers to assists the Wesley Cricket Committee with their work. All who knew or came into contact with Robin have been privileged to know a real gentleman in every sense of the word. Trilby has done a remarkable job to make his life comfortable over the last few years.

Robin never gave up hope but more recently he realised the battle was almost over. We will miss him dearly and I am sure he and Maureen will share a chuckle as we continue our struggle down here. Our thoughts and prayers are with Trilby, and sons Stuart and Tristan and his brother Glen who will be hurting terribly. Robin knew that he was surrounded by a wonderful family, a caring wife and friends who would always remember him with love. The Wesley flag at College is at half mast today, Tuesday 7th July, remembering and honouring a very special Wesleyite. Rest in peace my friend and God Bless you and your family.

Robin Reimers - The final journey by Keith de Kretser

Rays of sunshine filtered through the gathering grey clouds on this cold winter’s day as mourners gathered to farewell a shining star – Robin Reimers. The Wesley boys looking resplendent in their dark suits and College ties had turned out in numbers covering a broad age group as Robin was well loved by all who knew him. In a simple service of thanksgiving, symbolic of the simple lifestyle of the man, the family and friends gathered to farewell one of life’s gentleman. The eulogy was given by his niece Karen (Glenn’s daughter) and his two sons Stuart and Tristan who captured in words the many great attributes of Robin and what he stood for. These glowing tributes were punctuated by anecdotes of his life that highlighted many of these admirable traits. There was not a dry eye among the alumni as we remembered him at this time and our experiences.

The Wesley boys led the singing, Trevor Collette read one the lessons and I led the congregation in prayers for the faithful. After the committal, it was Robin’s request that as his mortal remains were carried out of the church it should be done to that favourite tune Vaya Condios. The words aptly changed to “Vaya Condios dear Robin, Vaya Condios my friend”. Glenn, his sons Stuart and Tristan and long time friend Harold Juriansz were pall bearers as they carried his coffin to the hearse through a guard of honour by the Wesleyites. The cortege then left for the crematorium where after prayers his remains were taken away to the strains of the College song and war cry. A sad ending and lasting memories of a treasured friend and a loyal old boy of Wesley. We then all adjourned to the church hall where the family and friends had gathered for afternoon tea and a wake in his memory.

At the conclusion once again it was Robin’s wish that his close friends return to his home and celebrate his life rather than mourn his loss. This is what Robin loved most where he would gather his friends and share a wonderful time of fellowship. Many of us will recall fondly the times at the OWSC and on his many visits to SL and at his home such gatherings and in a way it was a fitting way to celebrate his life. I had planned a small wake for the Wesleyites and their partners at home with a dinner and we left Robin’s home and adjourned to my place where we continued to celebrate his life and remembered him fondly. Though absent he was with us in spirit for this is what he would have wanted. We were delighted that Glenn and Jill joined us as the Wesley boys who were close friends reminisced and came to terms with our sad loss. It was almost the midnight hour when wearily we said our good byes after a long day knowing that our dear friend Robin was at last resting in peace and watching over us. It concluded one of the toughest weeks on our emotions with the loss of our two dear friends Neville and Robin.

A final note on behalf of the family. It has been an overwhelming outpouring of grief from the alumni around the world in phone calls, messages of sympathy, emails and written tributes. It is indicative of the high regard and respect they had for Robin and his popularity. Trilby, Stuart, Tristan Glenn and families are deeply appreciative and touched by your expressions of sympathy and prayers at this time as they mourn their loss.

Keith de Kretser, Melbourne

GRANT HIM O LORD

ETERNAL PEACE

20th January 2010

Robin Reimers of Wesley by DF (Fred) Abeysekera

The warmth and generosity kindled by his friendship, will live on.

On reflecting on Robin’s life, I recall a poem taught to us in the Upper Sixth Form by that great English Teacher, C.R. Hensman – on “Buffalo Bill”.  Though dead, the poet, E.E. Cummings, recalls the athletic prowess of the man  -

“He used to shoot one two three four Clay Pigeons
Just like that!
Jesus –
He was a handsome man!”

Robin’s prowess as a sportsman is well known.  He was, perhaps, the youngest player to don the prestigious Wesley Cricket blazer, at the tender age of 13.
Brian Claessen was very young as well when he made the grade.  Perhaps, he was fourteen or fifteen at the time.
Robin was also one of that great pool of 125 – representing age tiers ranging from under 10 to under 19; the Second Eleven and consequently, Wesley’s magnificent First eleven at the time – in which  team his elder Brother, Glenn, excelled (1957 – 60)
Our Teacher-Student relationship which commenced when I was Master -in-charge of Hockey at Wesley blossomed and matured, over the years, to one of friendship and camaraderie – with Trilby, just as Jill Reimers did – identifying herself totally and joyfully, with the Double Blue fraternity – completely immersed in the spirit of it.
We spent delightful evenings together in the company of Upali and Charmaine Perera, Maurice and Jean Mortier, Norman and Helen de La Harpe (Norman was my classmate at Wesley) and Glenn and Jill; with my son, Dushy, and hiw wife, Leonie, joining in.
On each of these occasions, we re-lived the happy memories of our days at Wesley with thunderous laughter and bon homie!  The snippets of our school boy mischief (such as Norman switching the Sulphuric Acid label with an Alkali, in the Physics Laboratory, and the dire consequences this had on our Physics teacher!)  never losing its savour, though repeated a hundred times – “the suspension of disbelief”, as Professor E.F.C. Ludowyk taught us!
Robin’s love for Sri Lanka – his boyhood home – never waned.  It was with an immense sense of joy that he visited his beloved island in the sun – a land he loved, dearly, and of which, he was proud.  Trilby was always with him, on these happy occasions.
He travelled extensively, re-kindling sweet memories of his boyhood home – he saw the serenity and beauty of Sri Lanka’s copper beaches – warm and enticing, as old as when time began!  The waves beating on the shore – the blue and aquamarine seas – the fisherman coming in their catamarans, with their catch...... the cool, crisp air of the salubrious mountains – the beauty of Sri Lanka’s rivers, lakes, streams and waterfalls; of forests and wild life – the graceful leopard, the splendour of the peacock in all it’s glory.... the rainbow trout that tippled in the streams of Horton Plains....
He was “one with the people” in all his travels.  He used to tell me of his father’s love of the country and its rural folk, in particular – and this love and concern Robin carried in his heart – a love for his people – Sri Lankans, at all times.
I recall with joy the happy weekend we spent together in Robin’s holiday cottage off the beaten track in Melbourne – located by the sea.  Like children we joyously collected sea shells amidst much frolic and laughter.   My Grandson Dwayne, thrilled by the myriad sea shells scattered on the beach...Harold Juriansz, and his wife Charmaine, were with us, as well contributing in no mean measure to the treasure trove of ‘Wesley Tales of Yore’!
Trilby, Stuart and Tristan, Glenn, Jill and Karen will gain strength from the fact that Robin’s courageous life, despite all odds, was filled with the mirth of laughter; of love and concern for others, at all times.
This is how we shall remember him.
May flights of angels sing him to his rest

Fred Abeyesekera
24 Magnotta road
Markham
Toronto L6C 2VA
Canada
12/07/2009

A Sincere thank you from the Reimers Family

TRIBUTES TO DR LOUIS THOMAS ADHIHETTY (Called to Rest 3rd August 2009)

In Memoriam - Dr. Thomas Louis De Z Adhihetty B.A. (Hons.), M.A. (Cantab) Ph.D

ADHIHETTY - Dr. LOUIS THOMAS (Switzerland). (Former Principal Wesley College, Colombo and Vice Principal Trinity College, Kandy). Beloved husband of Lisbeth, father of Shakunthala, Arjuna (Switzerland), called to rest with Jesus on Sunday 3 August, son of late Bertie Adhihetty (Superintendent of Prisons) and Merlyn, brother of Arnold (UK), Malini de Silva (Cambridge International School) and late Vincent (Canada). Funeral on Monday 10 August 2009 in Switzerland. Thanksgiving Service at St. Paul’s Church, Kynsey Road on 10 August at 5.30 p.m.

School leaving certificate given by Mr CJ Oorloff to Lou Adhihetty

It is with very deep and overwhelming sadness that I received news of the passing of my dear friend “Lou”, whilst I was in Hospital in Adelaide with a severe chest infection. I had great difficulty breathing at the time and the news of Lou’s death, which reached my wife Carol via Warrick de Kretszer didn’t help my condition much. At the same time it made me frustrated at my own inability to respond quickly and effectively by assuring Lisbeth of our support at this very difficult time. It is with continuing difficulty that I now embark upon a simple tribute to the caring friend that Lou indeed was to me and to all “Wesleyites”.
Carol very promptly sent Lisbeth a message expressing our sorrow and our earnest prayers. Now I must, however, with due formality and great sincerity extend our deepest sympathies to Lisbeth, Shakuntala, Arjuna and their respective families and place on record our feelings of grief and despondency, shared by so many Wesleyites, young and old living in Sri Lanka and around the world. We mourn the loss of an outstanding person. A talented sportsman, a man intensely devoted to his family and a caring friend. The impact of Lou’s life on all of us is clearly demonstrated by the numerous messages conveyed on the internet alone.
It is true that we cannot share the burden of grief with Lou’s family as it will not lessen their very deep and personal feelings of loss. However, we as “Wesleyites” take great comfort by joining together and sharing our thoughts and our memories of Lou. To me there is that momentary easing of pain when I begin to think of the days Lou and Lisbeth spent with us some ten years ago, at our home in Tailem Bend in South Australia. I am sure Lou enjoyed our farm animals, the country solitude and the friends he made in our local community.
Lou and I, both enjoyed the stories and yarns we spun to one another of those magic and exciting days at school.
Lou as we all know, was a talented sportsman and he did well in everything he undertook. He played, Cricket and Hockey and Soccer . He was good at Volley Ball and Badminton. In Athletics he was absolutely outstanding and in terms of athletics a couple of stories come readily to my mind.
First there was the 440 yard relay in the inter-house championships. Lou and I were in Hillard house. I had participated in athletics as a very young lad but I elected to stick to Cricket exclusively. This caused one of the teachers to give me a rather hard time hoping to get me to participate in the School Athletic Meet for Hillard House. It made me more stubborn and as a result I was not seen running as an athlete for several years and until I became the house captain when I felt obliged to help out. In the 440 yard race I received the baton with all the others about 50 yards or more in front of me. I shot out like a bullet doing what would have been a 100 yard dash to overtake some. I soon got pumped out and I began to stride in a daze and when I reached Lou, neck and neck with the front runner. Lou did the rest with customary elegance to earn 3 points for Hillard by coming first.
At that same meet I also represented Hillard in the high jump. I was a short stump but I had a bit of spring in my jump that got me up a fair way. The stage was now set and there were three left. The bar was raised and Hussain ( Another magnificent athlete) took the first jump and knocked down the bar. Lou was next and he did the same. I was last in line and I cleared the bar by over 6 inches according to a jubilant Mr C.J. Thamotheram, who insisted that I’d win hands down. Lou and Hussian finally cleared the height and the bar was raised once more. Lou and Hussain cleared the new height with no more than a centimetre to spare. With my first jump my foot hit the bar; with the second I hit it with my waist and in the third I brought it down with my head. I was indeed lucky that I didn’t go completely under it. The first on the scene to console me was Lou. With his arm around me he said “” You did well Bryan because you are assured of one point for being third. Lou’s words were certainly comforting but it didn’t take away the sense of embarrassment. Lou took the honours according to my recollection and Hussain naturally took second place.
In Cricket I had the record at the time of scoring five centuries for Wesley. Not much later Lou equalled that and I was pleased to share the record with him which was finally broken by Danesh Dissanayake. Lou was one of the great all- rounders produce by Wesley. He was an elegant batsman, a bowler who was
comfortable bowling fast or switching to spin and he was a superb fielder in any position.
One thing I could never understand about Lou was his ability at soccer to move his upper body to the right or left and run in the opposite direction to leave his opponent flat- footed. That used to really intrigue me.
It is evident that our lives were closely linked together through sports and our years at Wesley College. The most dominant aspect of our friendship over the years has undoubtedly been Lou’s very caring nature. Lou very regularly telephoned me from Switzerland simply to keep in touch and we both kept in touch by letters exchanged quite regularly. Lou’s approach towards all “old Boys” of Wesley College was not limited to just a few, because he regularly kept in contact with many, living in many parts of the world
I could go on and on telling stories that Lou and I shared with great joy during our brief meeting in Tailem Bend, ten years ago. It is however time for me to bring this my final tribute to my dear friend Lou to a close with a poem I wrote some years ago titled “A Journey’s End” and I’d like to share it with all “Wesleyites”.

Lou Adhihetty – An Icon of Wesley has faded away By Peter Casiechetty

One like me should be forgiven for thinking of Lou Adhihetty as an immortal. Oh yes, for many of these years I never thought people like him could be taken away, but he has gone and by that I mean his mortal remains will soon be but dust and a large looming gap will be left in the lives of people all around the world and “more larger and more looming” in the lives of the Boys of Wesley young and old, past and present.

It was two years ago, at the Aigburth cricket grounds in Liverpool, I watched Sussex and Lancashire battle it out while sitting next to a white haired gentleman with a posh accent. He had been at Cambridge he told me and knew a Sri Lankan – Dr. Lou Adhihetty!

I went through the whole story about Lou’s records at Wesley College and conveniently slipped in that I was even lucky to be able to torment the great man with my off spin in the 1960s when he skippered the Old Boys XI in the founder’s day match. I left out about the time he was our PT master while on a summer vacation from Cambridge University because I was otherwise a source of his torment. The man introduced himself as a clergyman and in my mind some things are best left unsaid.

In the late 80’s in Paris I wore a sweater with the Wesley College double blues while the rest of my team sported the Standard Cricket and Athletic Club’s red and black striped woollies! Up walks a man and asks me why I was dressed differently and I replied, “because I am a Wesleyite and these are my colours!” David Barmes was a friend of Lou’s and this should indicate that I was living in a very small world! David and I became close friends for ten minutes and then I tormented his team while they batted! Dugal Jansz also a Wesley vice captain in the 1980s turned out for the same team - Geneva CC of Switzerland in the 1990s.

But my hero-worshipping the Adihetties, the Fuards and the Claessens took root in my father’s love for Wesley and the game of cricket. I learned about these people along with the stories from the classmate of another great, Mahadevan Sathasivam and the cousin of Ashley Casie Chetty a former Wesley wicketkeeper. Dad took me to the Wesley – St Peter’s match in 1955. In between the icy chocks that often made me sick, I watched two of the best schoolboy teams battle it out. Lou got a ton I think and so did Clive Inman! Samsudeen and Abu Fuard, Maxi de Silva, Harold Juriansz, and the youngest of the Claessens, a left armer, the late Herman made the side a stronger team than most club XI s. This was in keeping with the golden age of Wesley College where the academics and the sportsmen excelled under Cedric Orloff later Lou’s mentor.

But Lou like all the great sportsmen of Wesley in those years was available when advice was needed. He was as down to earth as other greats who walked the corridors of the school. As primary school boys we were seated closest to the senior prefects who stood at the second door in Assembly times. We were many to gape with open mouths at Lou or Ansar and want to imitate their every gesture. Even right-handers switched over to batting left so they thought they looked like Lou. We heard that he was also a brilliant student and we’d all liked to have been brilliant students and we dreamed on, till it was our turn to don the whites and wear the blazer. It was then that I realised that I would never be a Lou Adhihetty in sports or in studies. Millfield College, Cambridge University, ICI, Switzerland news of Lou always filtered back. The good news and now the bad.

This monumental old boy will be among the very few others who will never be forgotten for their sportsmanship, their academic ability and their leadership. I would advocate a change of us naming buildings after heads of the school who dragged the school into the decadent doldrums it is in today. If all and sundry could be treated like this people like Lou Adhihetty deserve to be put on a much higher pedestal – for he is one of the many true Wesleyites who would have moved mountains to uplift his old school and ours.

Lou to you, true old Wesley a giant among men, I will mourn you as long as I live.

GRANT HIM O LORD

ETERNAL PEACE

Former Wesley cricketer Lou Adhihetty no more By Sharm de Alwis

Dr Lou Adhihetty died in Switzerland on Wednesdayht. He served God and Wesley almost in equal measure. Lou was one of the finest cricketers produced by Wesley College which has had the distinction of producing M.K. Albert, the Gunasekeras, Mahadevan Sathasivam, Stanley Jayasekera, Bertram Henderling, Edmund Dissanayake, Abu Fuard and the Claessen brothers. In a period when Wesley played only six inter-school cricket matches, the 50s were, certainly the best years but 1956 was when they struck the purple patch. 1955 and '56 were considered by scribes the 'Lou Adhihetty years' even though the team he captained to be undefeated inter-school champions in 1956 had accomplished batsmen in brother Vincent Adhihetty, Patrick Schokman and Neil Gallagher; M. Samsudeen of the low trajectory as the opening bowler and a plethora of all-rounders in Lou, himself, Bryan Claessen and his brother Herman, Abu Fuad and his brother Ansar in the fore-front. Lou scored three centuries in 1956 out of the six games the school angaged in and scribes reported they had never seen a better batsman than Lou in the Wesley team. 1956 was the year in which the country's schools showcased the best batsmen - Ronnie Reid and Michael Tissera of STC; Lorensz Pereira and Brendon Gunaratne of Royal; Malsiri Kurukulauriya and Nimal Maralanda of Trinity and W.Premaratne with Ranjith Doranagama of St Anthony's being those who are within my memory. On leaving school, lou entered Cambridge University and obtained his BA [Hons] and MA [Cantab] PhD. and returned to serve as Wesley's Principal from 1985 to '88. He also served as Director of the Asian Christian Service in Vietnam and as President of the Swiss Sri Lankan Association based in Switzerland. Lou leaves behind his wife, Lisbeth, daughter Sakunthala and son Arjuna.

Lou Adhihetty - An appreciation by Edmund Dissanayake, L.L.B. (Cey.), Attorney at Law

Former Wesley Principal Dr. Lou Adhihetty is no more News has been received of the passing away of former Wesley College Principal Dr. Lou Adhihetty, in Switzerland. Dr. Adhihetty was Principal of Wesley from 1985-1988. He was a wizard at sports. He captained the Wesley cricket team in 1955 and 1956 and also the hockey, athletics and soccer teams. Together with Bryan Claessen he held the record of having scored the highest number of centuries, namely four, until it was broken by Dhanesh Dissanayake in 1989 when he scored 5. To set the record straight, in 1991, Roshan David equaled 5 centuries. However it is Darshika Jayakody who holds the record of scoring 8 centuries, which he completed in 1998. While at Cambridge University, Lou obtained his Hockey Blue, being the first Sri Lankan to do so. While at Cambridge, Lou met his partner in life, Lisbeth. She was a tower of strength to Lou. While at Wesley, Lou taught German and English. Lou had two brothers, Vincent and Arnold. The latter captained Richmond in 1947, while the former, Vincent, was a useful cricketer, who was popularly known, even by the Principal Cedric Orloff, as ‘Gal Thoppi.’ Lou’s sister Malini was also an outstanding athlete at Methodist College. The Adhihetty family was well known to me. I can quote several interesting incidents, but this is not the occasion! Bertie Adhihetty was Superintendent of Prisons, and when he served in Jaffna, the numerous anecdotes connected, make very interesting reading. In a way, Lou’s rise to stardom happened quite accidentally. The final senior House cricket match was played on the Prison Grounds, bordering where Lou lived. In my capacity as captain, I asked Lou, then only 12, to don pads and proceed to bat as last man. He clobbered the bowling, and we won comfortably.

Wesley’s sporting legend Dr. Lou Adhihetty By Edmund Dissanayake

The funeral of former Wesley College, Colombo, Principal Dr. Lou Adhihetty BA (Hons) (Cantab) Ph.D was held in Switzerland on 10 August.While at Wesley, Lou captained the school at cricket, hockey, athletics and soccer, winning colours in all. 1955 and 1956 were glorious years for Wesley sport.

While in England, Lou captained Millfield College. He won his Hockey Blue at Cambridge University, being the first Sri Lankan to do so. His National Cap in hockey was won at the Asian Games in Djakarta in 1962.

For want of space, this article will refer to events not published earlier in connection with Lou.When Harold Nonis was Principal of Wesley, (1957-61), there was on the teaching staff five former cricket captains of Wesley. Nonis 1921, Derryck Mack 1950 and ‘51, Adhihetty 1955 and 1956, Lalith Wijesinghe 1962 and yours truly, 1946 and 1947.

The 1956 match against Trinity was played at Campbell Park. Finally, Wesley were left with 12 minutes to score 49 for victory. Normally, only four overs could be bowled. But Trinity wasted no time in field placing and changing after each over, and went on to bowl as many as six overs. The three bowlers conceded 47 runs while there were wides. Thus Wesley were victorious. The splendid sportsmanship displayed by Trinty is an object lesson to all schools.

Lou, as captain, had an array of top rate bowlers. He was feared as a demon bowler, together with Abu Fuard, M. N. Samsudeen, Herman Claessen, B. Buell and Warwick de Kretser and often mincemeat was made of the opposition.Soon after the Trinity match, Herman, youngest brother of Radley and Bryan, passed away after meeting with a motorcycle accident.

Victories against Royal and St. Peter’s followed. Wesley were fortunate in having several coaches who served as honorary coaches.

A Tribute to a friend - Lou Adhihetty by Nihal D Amerasekera

As we think of Lou today we are naturally shocked by the suddenness of his death and feel a deep and genuine loss.

I first came across Lou when he captained the school cricket team in 1956. That was a remarkable year for Lou, his team and the school. Wesley were unbeaten. His dazzling stroke play, aided by seemingly effortless timing, brought him 4 brilliant centuries. As a fast bowler he was an aggressive and whole-hearted performer and took many wickets to lead the side in great style and glory. Lou is still considered one of the most brilliant all rounders in the school's history. His photo appeared in the back pages of the popular newspapers week after week and became a household name in Ceylon. His fame that year grew immensely and reflected on the school and its many students. Lou played soccer and hockey with equal panache. He was a fine athlete. Despite his many achievements at Wesley he kept his feet firmly on the ground and his modesty and wisdom shone through. Softly spoken and unfailingly courteous to everyone on and off the field, he will be remembered as an outstanding cricketer, a thoughtful leader and one of the game's true gentlemen. Those wonderful times in a peaceful Ceylon left lasting memories.

Lou wrote in one of his emails: ........... Thanks for your e-mail. WE MUST KEEP IN TOUCH !
You recollect my sports achievements BUT YOU DO NOT KNOW THAT BECAUSE OF SINHALA LANGUAGE (WHICH WAS COMPULSORY IN MY TIME - 1954 - 56), I took 3 years to pass my SSC !!!...........................In fact, I applied to join the Police as a Sub-inspector and was selected to commence training in 1957 !!! My parents insisted that I should study - I HAD THE GUTS AND CHEEK to tell THEN SEND ME TO THE UK !!!

Lou left school end of 1957 to complete his education at a British Public School called Millfield. The School offered him a £300/annum scholarship. It is a school famous for its sports. Ian Botham played and studied there. Lou made best use of its facilities and excelled in sports and studies. He got the grades to complete his University education at Cambridge where he read Chemistry and proceeded to a Doctorate in Philosophy. He became the first Ceylonese Hockey Blue at Cambridge.

I came across Lou for the 2nd time when he joined the staff of the school briefly in 1960/61 teaching us chemistry in the 6th form. He was a dedicated teacher and was a great asset to the school. Despite his mild manner he was a strong character and a fine leader. Teaching was then a temporary arrangement and he left the country to work and live in Switzerland. Lou returned to Wesley College again in 1985 as its Principal whence he remained until 1988. As a Principal he inspired his students with his patient care and lovely personality. He wanted to make the school more humane, improve the boys' social behaviour, their dress and discipline, and give them a broader, all-round education. His knowledge and huge range of interests was a gift he imparted most generously to his youthful students. Lou searched tirelessly for funds for his school, raising money from Old Boys, businessmen and other supporters, leaving the school thriving and independent. Much was achieved during his tenure but he never made a fuss about his achievements. The quality of his talk, responsiveness and charm were undiminished whatever the conditions in which he found himself. Although many appreciated his scholarship, generosity and kind ways it had implications. Sadly a small band of rebel old boys prevented him from doing his duty for the school he loved so dearly. Lou regretted this more than we did. I wish the Methodist Church gave him more support during those troubled times. Had events been otherwise Wesley would be a grander and a more stable school today. Lou was never bitter of this whole episode but much saddened. On the contrary, he seemed studiously determined to be as uncontroversial and understanding as possible. When Wesley's history is written this would remain as a blemish on the management and a handful of old boys, in the years to come.

He returned to an idyllic life once again in Zurich, Switzerland with his family but remained close to Wesley and its many supporters. Although he kept a low profile whenever funds were needed you could count on Lou who contributed generously. Beyond all that, he contrived to find time for a lifelong passion for sports, and cricket in particular, where he remained a member of the MCC with access to the Lords Cricket Grounds for all the matches, until his untimely demise.

Lou came into my life for the last and final spell in the 1990’s when he contributed articles for the Double Blue International website of which I am the Editor. He wrote about his memories of Wesley College cricket and also sent me a moving appreciation of his beloved brother Vincent who predeceased him. He seemed to search out and gather up Old Wesleyites everywhere, or people who had a connection with Wesley. Lou influenced several generations of old boys to remain loyal to the school and the Old Boys Unions all over the world. We often discussed the politics at Wesley and its multitude of problems but Lou had a knack of gaining the confidence of all sides in a dispute without pointing a finger. Lou had an abiding and deep awareness of the larger picture. He was often the epitome of calm and patience.

On the 27th of May 2009 I received this email from Lou : Yes, we are all getting old /older. Bryan is 75 and Radley 77 - I THINK ! I am 73.........................I stopped playing Tennis and Volleyball this year - IT WAS TOO MUCH FOR ME !!!............................ If you do come this way PLEASE COME AND STAY WITH US ! We have reserved an apartment in Feb 2010 (10 th to the 20 th) in the Simmenthal - YOU ARE WELCOME TO JOIN US. Of course, it is a Skiing area - we ONLY do cross-country ski-ing (literally walking with skis). Let me know.
God bless you and your family (I believe that your son was also a Cambridge Hockey Blue - BEST WISHES TO HIM !)
Lou

Lou was a kind and patient man, always willing to give his time to others, and wore his scholarship lightly. As a Skilled and successful person in the fiercely competitive pharmaceutical industry, he had the remarkable ability to leave everyone he came into contact with feeling that they were important to him. This fine quality remained with him to the very end. This made speaking with him an exceedingly rewarding experience. With his impressive tall figure and smart demeanour, Lou was a man of immense style and good humour. In his company his silence spoke volumes. In later life he travelled widely with his wife and made a point of keeping up to date with new technologies and corresponding with many friends and colleagues worldwide.

On 22nd of May 2009: Hi Nihal !
I am glad you are ON FIRE for Wesley ! We MUST all do our BEST to help our OLD SCHOOL ! We (SRI LANKA CHRISTIAN MISSION) help 20 boys attending Wesley - we give the parents appriox. Rs. 16'000.- per annum per child to cover
all the fees and transport. Thanks for sending me a copy. I was at Wesley for 9 years - WESLEY HAS BEEN MY LIFE ! My grand uncle WIKRAMANAYKE (EG ex minster's brother), my mother's brothers BERTRAM, CECIL & SHELTON Wikramanayake were ALL at Wesley ! My father, Bertie, my brother's Arnold and Vincent and sister Malini were at Wesley !!! Wesley is in my
blood !
LET US STAND TOGETHER !
Lou

He was touched by the gratitude shown by his students, past and present and moved by the devotion of many old boys for their alma mater. He reciprocated by his hospitality to those old boys who visited Europe. Despite his many achievements Lou remained a quiet and unassuming man. He did not talk about his achievements except to his close group of veteran old boys. He was a cricket raconteur par excellence. His memory was phenomenal and he could reel off without hesitation the scores in any matches he has played. He was a walking Wisden of Wesley's cricket of the fifties.

In any life there are difficulties and Lou was not immune to this. Poor health was a concern more recently. The last email I received 6 weeks before his demise he spoke of his failing health as a part of growing old which he accepted gracefully. His deep faith in his religion never wavered and Lou remained a committed Christian all his adult life. Despite the passion of his own intellectual and religious convictions, he was always tolerant of other's views and ideas.

In retirement he and his wife Lisbeth gave much of their time to religious and charitable work. Lou was a good man who enriched our lives beyond measure. He achieved much in his life. He funded and started many charities for the poor students in Sri Lanka. Lou was modest to a fault and on many occasions remained a generous anonymous donor. To my knowledge he has never walked away from helping students and old boys.

He was a warm family man and to his close knit family he gave his love and guidance always. To his school he gave his support throughout his life. He will always be remembered as a respected and much valued friend and a True Blue Wesleyite.

I am grateful I was able to walk with him a short way, along this long and tortuous path through life. Words cannot describe the sadness I feel at the loss of a friend and I reach for the wisdom of Shakespeare in Hamlet ""Good night, sweet prince, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!"

We miss him and give God thanks we knew him.

Grant him O Lord

Eternal Peace

Cambridge University and Wesley sportsman Lou Adhihetty no more by Richard DWIGHT

"In the midst of life we are in death", this truism was driven home with stunning reality to the fraternity of Wesley College - when the scholarly Cambridge hockey Blue and Wesley's Versatile sportsman, Dr. Louis de Z. Adhihetty, passed away in Switzerland on Tuesday at the age of 73.

Spanning a period of ten years in the mid-forties and fifties Lou, as he was affectionately spoken of, had his primary and secondary education at Wesley College. A premier boys school of the Sri Lanka Methodist Church, to which he stood ever so committed right upto the very end, as a loyal old boy.

Lou as a conscientious student, was found to be exemplary, given to sober disciplined ways with manners that were mild, and of a friendly disposition. Through it all, he endeared himself to his colleagues and found favour in the eyes of his mentors and whilst doing well in the classroom he also did impress to hold responsible positions in the life of the school.

To Lou Adhihetty the classroom was incomplete without the Sports field, they were complementary to each other, handmaids if you like. His enthusiasm for sports knew no bounds, for with his tall lanky physical frame he proved to be role model an ideal for any sport. Lou did well to represent Wesley at seven games and was awarded colours for five of them. He was exceptional in that he was the captain of 4 games viz, cricket, hockey, soccer and athletics.

He did the college proud by representing Ceylon at hockey, as its goalie. His fondness however was for cricket, where he played for 5 years from 1952, captaining the side in the last 2 years wherein he scored centuries against St. Joseph's 114, Trinity 104, Kingswood 147 and St. Joseph's 116 and an 89 not out against S. Thomas'. On the field of play, he was indeed extraordinary to be dynamic as a dynamic pace-bowler as well.

Lou was persevering and determined to do well and successfully read chemistry at Cambridge, and as well had the rare distinction of being the first Sri Lankan to be awarded a hockey blue at Cambridge. Though living in Europe for well nigh 41 years, he never failed to keep in touch with Wesley and supported its cause in various ways. He rose to the occasion, way out in Switzerland to answer Wesley's call to serve as it's principal from 1985 - 1988.

Lou's end came when on Monday night, he was taken in with heart failure and while being medically attended upon, he breathed his last in the early hours of Tuesday. The one whom he trusted most, must have drawn close to him, to endearingly whisper into his ear "my son its enough, come home", and so he slipped through life peacefully to the land of eternal rest. Wesley will remember Lou Adhihetty, one of its loyal stalwarts at a service of thanksgiving and praise, the details of which will be notified later.

Lou is survived by his wife Lisbeth, son Arjuna and daughter Sakunthala.

Ron Altendorff 1935-2009

Ron was born on the 5th of July 1935 in Colombo, Sri Lanka, then known as Ceylon. He was the second of seven children to George and Florence Altendorff.
Ron was educated at Wesley College Colombo from about 1945 to 1952. His contemporaries were Arthlow Chapman, Bryan Claessen, Srilal Karangoda, George Robertson, Gordon Amerasekera, Benjamin Buell and Robert Coburn, to name a few. On the athletic field, Ron proved to be adept at “Shot Putt” which suited his rather muscular frame. The athletics coach was Mr. R. A. Honter who was quick to notice Ron’s capability in this event.

A well-mannered and popular student, Ron earned the respect of his class-mates and teachersAfter he left school in the Senior Form’ Ron found employment at Trevine’s Florist in Colombo where he was well regarded by his friends and work colleagues.Ron was the first of his family to emigrate to Australia. In 1957, when just 22 years of age, he arrived in Melbourne to seek employment, He found work in a number of positions and later moved to Sydney where he met his beloved wife Shirley.

After a whirlwind romance they married in 1960.They set up home in Bondi and a year later had their first gorgeous daughter Vicki. The passing years saw many more beautiful children come in to the world-Tracey, Steve, Kelly and Jason.Ron decided to move his family to Maroochydore in 1972, travelling interstate in a caravan that he had built. In 1974 they bought a property in Woombye. In the meantime Ron had obtained his builders license and began his career as a builder. A couple of years later they bought 6 acres in Nambour where Ron built his dream home to accommodate his family To supplement his income, Ron partnered with his close friend Ted Musca and started a fish run, then a potato run, a tyre business and a paint agency. This led to a profitable partnership finally leading to the birth of “Tedron Homes”.

In 1985, Ron (always striving to make things better) tried his hand at politics, running for the local council. Although he was not successful, he certainly left an impression on the local government.

In 1987 Ron met a man named Hubert Jayakody, and with Hubert’s support Ron extended his building career in 1988 to Brisbane and internationally, constructing pavilions for international expositions and fairs. Ron always built a solid building. One of the many pavilions he built ( the Sri Lankan pavilion in Spain in1972) took only 3 months to erect but 6 months to dismantle. Records show that he also designed and built the Sri Lankan Pavilion for an exhibition held in Brisbane. Ron and Hubert worked together for the last 22 years and had developed a great friendship and respect for each other. Their projects took them all around the world including Japan, Spain, Korea, Dubai, Portugal, China and Germany.

On Tuesday the 2nd of June, after a short battle with cancer, Ron passed away peacefully surrounded by his loving family.
MAY HE REST IN PEACE
(Contributed by his niece Fiona Richardson, daughter of old Wesleyite Wilton Robertson, with the school information filled in by George Robertson. )

A Tribute to Ronnie Altendorff by Egerton de Fransz
Aelien Ronald Altendorff 1935 -2009
Ronnie Altendorff passed away peacefully on the 2nd of June 2009 after a short battle with cancer. He was 73 years old. Husband of Shirley and father to Vicki, Tracey, Steve, Kelly and Jason, Grandfather to Beau, Jacqueline, Caleb, Teya and Jack.
Ronnie joined the club in 1972 and was a regular to most functions until 1988 when he joined up with Hubert Jayakody to construct pavilions for international expositions. Their projects in building Sri Lankan Pavilions took them around the world including Japan, Spain, Korea, Dubai, Portugal, China and Germany. I was fortunate enough to have been part of some of those achievements representing Sri Lanka in Japan, Spain, Portugal and China. Many remember the 1988 World Expo in Brisbane in which Ronnie, Hubert and many others including Anton Swan did us proud. Ronnie, an old Wesley College boy, will be missed by most people who knew him.
Rest in Peace.

GRANT HIM O LORD

ETERNAL PEACE

Vernon Karl Lorensz Achilles by Keith De Kretser

Dear Wesleyites

I received the sad news this evening that our oldest Old Boy, Vernon Karl Lorensz Achilles – “Uncle Vernon” to many, passed away this afternoon. Uncle Vernon who was born on the 26th of October 1907 was 101 years old. It seemed like only yesterday that I attended his 100th birthday to celebrate this significant milestone. See photo with message from HM the Queen.

One of a few surviving old boys who were at Wesley in the era of the “Saint of Karlsruhe” – The Reverend Henry Highfield, Uncle Vernon was a proud and loyal old boy and the father of Dallas and Delmer(who are also old Wesleyites) and daughters Dalrene and Orianna. He is the proud grandfather of 6 and great grandfather of 6. Uncle Vernon was blessed to have enjoyed such a long and healthy life. If we pause for a moment and reflect on the various historical moments he has lived through it is an awesome thought.

Until recently he was quite lucid and after a great innings, God called him home. The funeral is expected to be next week and I will keep you informed. So to Dallas, Delmer, Dalrene and Orianna and their families we extend our sincere sympathy at this time.

GRANT HIM O LORD

ETERNAL PEACE

Herbert Guneratne - In Memoriam

GUNARATNE - HERBERT Retd. Chief Valuer (Consultant) State Gem Corporation, Safe in the Arms of Jesus. Husband of late Miriam (Retd. Vice Principal - Newstead College, Negombo), loving father of Roshini (Saudi Arabian Airlines) and Dayani, darling grandfather of Sachini (Methodist College, Colombo) and Yohan (St. Thomas College, Mt. Lavinia), brother of Sumana, Lakshman and Inrani. Cortege leaves residence “Ratnasri”, Liyanagemulla, Seeduwa on 27 Monday at 3.00 p.m. for burial at Methodist Burial Ground, Kurana, Katunayake.

Warm memories of Guneratna hospitality by Champa Wickremasinghe

Herbert and Miriam Gunaratna- There are people who, in their gentle and caring ways, touch our hearts, and when they leave this world they leave behind beautiful memories.

My uncle Herbert Gunaratna, who passed away three months ago, and my aunt Miriam, who predeceased him, were gracious hosts who made any person who visited their home “Ratnasri”, at Seeduwa, feel very welcome. Whether you arrived announced or announced, or visited early in the morning, in the middle of the afternoon or late at night, you were given a warm welcome.

My family’s association with the Gunaratnas goes back to the early 1970s, when my father, the late W. P. R. B. Wickremasinghe, had the good fortune to find a lifelong and loyal friend in Uncle Herbert.

The two worked together at the National Museum, in Colombo, and later moved to different government institutions. My father joined the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and Uncle Herbert moved to the State Gem Corporation. By then, they had laid a solid foundation for a friendship that grew into an extended family, combining the Gunaratna and Wickremasinghe families, including Aunty Miriam, their two daughters Roshi and Dayani, and the five of us.

My father’s job as a diplomat meant that the family would go overseas for extended stays. A stop at the Gunaratna residence on the way to the airport was a must. And their home was our first stop when we returned to the country.

Sumptuous meals awaited us whenever we visited. The warmth and friendliness shown us by the Gunaratnas was unlike any we have ever experienced. The inevitable reality of life is that those we love will leave us some day. But the memories they leave behind stay with us forever.

Herbert and Miriam Gunaratna were warm, loving and caring people who touched many hearts. Now reunited in their heavenly abode, they must surely be resting in peace, happy in the knowledge that they lived their best life while on this Earth.

Herbert Gunaratne remembeed by Nihal D Amerasekera

My association with Herbert was brief when we were both in the Wesley College Boarding in 1952. He was the Prefect in Charge of the Junior Dormitory and I was a junior. He was strict but kind to us all. He had a younger brother Lakshman Gunaratne who entered the Medical Faculty and became a doctor in 1963. They were both from the strong Methodist enclave of Kurana Katunayake and had strong links with the Methodist Church and Wesley College. I am sad we never got a chance to meet again since those days in the boarding.

GRANT HIM O LORD

ETERNAL PEACE

We Pay Tribute to Wesleyites who made the Supreme Sacrifice whilst on active service for the Armed Forces

"They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them."

The flowers and the larks serve as reminders of nature's ability to withstand the destructive elements of war by men, a symbol of hope in a period of human despair.

The two minutes of silence provide another significant way of remembering wartime while thinking of peace. Two minutes are scarcely enough time for thought and reflection. As we pause and bow our heads, we remember those brave men and women who courageously volunteered for the cause of freedom and peace.

One day every year, we pay special homage to those who died in service to their country. We remember these brave men for their courage and their devotion to ideals. We wear poppies, attend ceremonies, and visit memorials. For one brief moment of our life, we remember why we must work for peace every day of the year.

Through out its recent history the Sri Lankan Armed forces have been engaging in a fierce war against the ruthless scourge of terrorism threatening to disintegrate our beloved motherland. In doing so the valiant sons of our nation have placed 'country before self' and have been relentlessly on the offensive. In this three decade long battle, many soldiers have laid down their lives to protect the sovereignty of the motherland. It is needless to emphasize that proud products of Wesley College Colombo have been among them.

• Lt Col Sumith Perera (SL army)
• Sqn. Ldr. Sujeewa Pathirathna (SL air force)
• Maj. Ravi Alagiyawanna (SL army)
• Capt. RMA Indika Rathnayake
• Second L. Ravindra Pulina Attapattu (SL army)

Despite the untimely demise of our dear school mates, many more Wesleyites continue to be in the forefront of this relentless war bringing their alma mater pride and honour. Indeed this blessing too would be of yeomen help to our noble brothers.

WE WILL REMEMBER THEM - ALWAYS

Dimantha and Suranjan Range - In Memoriam

RANGE SURANJAN - (Chief Legal Officer, Ceylinco Homes International(, Beloved husband of Chandra, loving father of Sonali and Shimali, uncle of Uditha & Nilmini, father-in-law of Nilu, Archt. M.I.M. Ismail and Panduka, brother of Nihal, Lilamani, late Dimantha and of Kusalanthi, died under tragic circumstances. Cortege leaves residence No.82, E.D. Dabare Mawatha, Narahenpita at 4.15 pm on Wednesday 14th November 2007. Funeral will take place at the General Cemetery, Kanatte at 5.00 p.m.

Addendum by Nihal D Amerasekera

Dimantha and Suranjan Range

Suranjan and Dimantha were brothers. Both were at Wesley in the late 1940's and 1950's. They lived in the shadow of the school in Karlshrue Gardens and remained loyal Wesleyites. Suranjan played Basket Ball for the 1st Team at Wesley 1957/58. His abundant self-confidence was well suited for the Legal Profession in which he rose to become the Chief Legal Officer at Ceylinco Homes International. Their views were sincere and were respected. They both had a great gift for friendship. Dimantha (DT) was a popular 1st XI cricketer during the Bryan Claessen era- 1953. He was a big lad who arrived at the crease towards the tail end of an innings. Dimantha hit the ball hard and his batting was always greeted with cheers at Campbell Park. I well recall a six that he hit to fine-leg, the ball ending up in PB Herat's garden across the road. Dimantha was a Planter in an Estate down south. We sadly note they have both passed away. Many will remember with gratitude their contribution to the life of the school all those years ago.

May they Both Attain the Ultimate Bliss of Nirvana

TRIBUTES TO BRYAN CLAESSEN (1935 - 2010)

THE RELATIVES and FRIENDS of the late Mr. BRYAN CLAESSEN, of Tailem Bend, are invited to attend his Funeral Service, in the Minge Chapel, 63 Swanport Road, Murray Bridge, on MONDAY, March 22, at 11.00 a.m. followed by a private cremation. In lieu of flowers donations to the National Heart Foundation, would be appreciated. MINGE FUNERALS A.F.D.A. Murray Bridge

A special Assembly and Memorial Service was held at Wesley College Colombo on the 19th of March 2010 to Celebrate and Remember the life of Elton Bryan Claessen.

The School Flag at Half Mast

 19th March 2010                                

A Tribute to Bryan Claessen by George Robertson

Elton Bryan Claessen
1935 - 2010

             “ But for him it was his last afternoon as himself,
                an afternoon of nurses and rumours;
                the provinces of his body revolted,
                the squares of his mind were empty,
                silence invaded the suburbs,
                the current of his feeling failed; he became his admirers.”  - W.H. Auden

        It must be nigh on sixty-five years since I first met Bryan when we were both enrolled as students at Wesley College. We were class-mates then, and have always enjoyed a rewarding friendship over the years. Bryan and his family lived fairly close to Wesley and so did a young lass named Beryl who, in those days, was also enrolled at Wesley and become a kindergarten friend to Bryan before she entered an all-girls’ school.

         I remember Bryan as a decent, friendly guy who rarely spoke about his sporting prowess.  He was a good student, a loyal friend, and always had time for a funny story or anecdote. With the passing of the years, I copped some good-natured kidding from Bryan because as it turned out, that young lass from kindergarten days was to become my wife, much against the friendly protests of Bryan who always reminded me “I knew her first!”!

           Bryan hails from a respected family, and all of his brothers have made their reputations on the cricket field; but Bryan has gone on to set new standards and to inspire aspiring youngsters for many years. He was the first “Under 14” Cricket Captain, leading a successful team that defeated an English Schoolboy team from Hill School, Nuwara Eliya.  Included in this team were his brother Herman, Pat Schokman, Ralph Maas, B.M. Jurangpathy and M. Ismail. Here are some of Bryan’s outstanding achievements, which are a matter of record:

• Played for Wesley “First XI” Just after his fourteenth birthday.
• Awarded Cricket Colours in his first year.
• Held School Record with four centuries.
• Awarded All-round Cricketer’s Challenge Trophy.
• Led an undefeated Team in 1953 to become the first unbeaten intercollegiate champions since WW II.
• Was only the second Wesleyite to play for Sri Lanka whilst still at school.
• Scored over 1000 runs and took 100 wickets in a season for four consecutive seasons – 1950, 51, 52 and 1953.

           Bryan emigrated to Australia in 1957, spending three years in Western Australia during which time he played district “A” Grade cricket for South Perth Cricket Club.  Moving to South Australia, he continued playing “A” Grade cricket for Sturt District Club. It was during this time that he first met, and wed the lovely Lady Carol who has supported him and put up with his many friends from Wesley and elsewhere all these years, whilst listening  (over and over again) to the many fables about “the good old days” and all the never-ending  cricket stories.  Bryan and Carol are blessed with five children and seven grandchildren.
               After his retirement they moved to a property in Tailem Bend, South Australia, where they cultivated Barley, Oats and raised sheep, some pigs and numerous goats, all of whom Bryan has named after people he has known. There was even another old goat named George, to whom I was introduced. Bryan and Carol have established themselves as popular members of the local community, where Bryan has a busy role as “Scribe”. We have visited Bryan and Carol a few times and have always received a warm and friendly welcome every time.

                Bryan finally hung up his boots in 1990 It was good for Wesley that he was indeed around in the ‘50’s when school cricket enjoyed what must have been it’s “Shining Hour”.

                 One day I asked Bryan what advice he has for my grandsons who are just starting to play cricket. This is what he replied:

• Believe fully in your abilities.
• Practice hard; having a lot of “potential” is not enough if you cannot come up
                    with the goods.
• As a batsman, don’t concentrate on the position of fielders but rather on the   gaps in the field.
• As a bowler, on most occasions bowl to a batsman’s strength.
• There is little point bowling to a weakness which the batsman is careful of .
• Be yourself, Don’t try to imitate your favourite Test Star. The world has
                       already seen him and now wants to see you in action.

   May you Rest In Peace, old friend.

  You have just ended the finest innings of them all.  

 18th March 2010

Wesley's glamorous Bryan no more by Richard Dwight

In the midst of life we are in death, and so it's with much regret that we record the passing away of Elton Bryan Claessen, the former Wesley, Colts and All Ceylon cricketer.

Bryan, as he was affectionately known was ill for sometime and finally succumbed to his ailment at the age of 74 on Tuesday night (16) in Australia.

Bryan was a potential, promising cricketer in the under 14 team and, was easily picked for the Wesley College 1st XI team when he was 15 years under Derrick Mack. As a versatile, glamorous right hand batsman, right arm leg spinner and an alert gully fielder, he proved to be the cynosure of the side.

He represented Wesley for four years from 1950-1953, captaining the side in his last year. Along with him there were many fair complexioned cricketers in the team, that resembled a young Aussie XI.

He was a commanding dynamic leader and whenever he led the side to field, he sported that bravado, cock-sure confident attitude. Little wonder that Wesley remained unbeaten under his captaincy with him scoring freely and taking as many wickets. During his four years of cricket at Wesley he notched 4 centuries took many wickets and catches.

On leaving school he represented Bosanquet and Skrine, Colts and All Ceylon. Against Pakistan he has a score of 70 and was also selected to play against Australia skippered by Lindsay Hasset in 1953.

As a gentleman Bryan endeared himself to many. He is survived by his wife Carol and daughter.

May Bryan's soul Rest in Peace.

18th March 2010

Bryan Claessen - A Life Remembered by Dr. Nihal D Amerasekera

You and I my friend, have now grown old
And many years have slowly edged on by
Memories of a distant past unfold
To set our spirits free and flying high

“Bonds of friendship forged in childhood days,
Ties that bind us to our happiest time;
Which in strange and miraculous ways
Keeps alive days that were once yours and mine.”

Let's go on in our own merry way
To reach the straight which lies beyond the bend
As we walk, I will in silence pray:
"Thank you Lord", I'd say "for this my special friend
"

A Poem by Bryan Claessen about friends and friendship

I first came across Bryan Claessen as I joined Wesley in January 1950.  It was the beginning of the school cricket season. He played as a 16 year old with DBC Mack as captain.  He went on to represent school under his brother, Radley, before  becoming the captain of the 1st XI team in 1953. That was a most remarkable year when we were unbeaten and Bryan scored 4 centuries and took many 5 wicket hauls as a fine all rounder. He thought about cricket with a deep intensity. He seemed to be a batsman without flaw, impeccable in defence, and classically elegant in attack. His stroke play was a sheer delight. At his best Bryan could make any attack seem ordinary.  Bryan was a cricket legend, a leg-spin bowler with a wily action who, at his peak, mesmerised and terrorised all who faced him. It is said he made the ball bounce, especially his googly, which was well disguised. At school cricket earned him fame and adulation in equal measure. Despite his iconic achievements he was well liked for his modesty and friendship. As an 8 year old I was thrilled by his fine performances for the school.

Although versatile and intelligent he did not take his studies at school very seriously. Bryan learnt the joys of substituting hard, disciplined study for the indulgence of cricket. This he did with great relish and much success all throughout his teenage years and beyond. At school he acquired a fine command of the English language which he put to good use in later years which is evident in his numerous letters, emails and poems. He expressed himself succinctly and elegantly, always.

After leaving Wesley he joined the mercantile sector where he flourished. He continued to play cricket for Colts Cricket Club, Colombo and represented his country in 1953. Some of his team-mates of the Sri Lanka side, captained by V. G. Prins, were C. I. Gunasekera, Dr. H. I. K. Fernando, ACM Lafir, Stanley Jayasinghe, C. T. Schaffter, Dooland Buultjens, P. N. Schokman, G. P. Schoorman, P. A. T. Kelly, N. Ponniah and M. Makkin Salih. That year they won the Gopalan Trophy which is a bi-annual cricket tournament played between Ceylon (Sri Lanka) and Madras (now Tamil Nadu). The match became a regular fixture in the annual calendar until Sri Lanka received Test status in 1983 and the competition was stopped. Ceylon Team- 1953

In 1957 Bryan emigrated to Perth, Western Australia and then to Adelaide, in 1960. In Australia he continued to play Club Cricket with great success. He also coached and helped young cricketers to achieve their goals. His innate ability to spot rising talent remained with him throughout his coaching career. Bryan was one of the few great cricketers of whom it could be said, without flattery, that he was as fine a man as he was a player.

Bryan worked for many years in Adelaide in the Public Service. His combination of wisdom, wit and kindness made him welcome wherever he went. After years of service he finally retired relatively early in his mid fifties. Bryan and Carol then moved  to a farm in Tailem Bend, South Australia. It is a small picturesque town on the Murray River 100km east of Adelaide on the South Eastern Highway to Melbourne. Here they enjoyed the life in the country. They took easily to their new life of open spaces, clean air and farm animals and soon became an integral part of the farming community. Life was not always easy. He was a newcomer to farming and its demanding physical routines took its toll. Nevertheless, Bryan remained a resourceful and colourful character and an asset to the community. His ability to charm never deserted him. Carol was an energetic supporter of her husband’s work , and an inspired gardener in her own right. She had a particular talent for bringing beauty to the place where she lived and always worked with great imagination and enthusiasm.

I had by then moved to live and work in the UK. When I wrote an article to the Wesley College 125th Anniversary Souvenir, Bryan contacted me. In the subsequent months and years we maintained close touch with phone calls and letters. Bryan’s letters were always beautifully written in calligraphic handwriting. He wrote the news and views with poems to illustrate a point. He was a gifted poet and had an amazing talent and zeal for poetry. It was a great pleasure to receive his letters written with such sincerity and style.

Bryan was fiercely loyal to his old school. With his characteristic enthusiasm he contributed generously when funds were needed and maintained contact with many of his schoolmates. His 1953 cricket team remained always close to his heart and he kept in touch with many of them. He never spoke ill of anyone and was always polite. He combined his skills of  natural diplomacy and generous spirit with his strong beliefs in justice and equality. Even during the dark days of our simmering conflicts of Wesley College when everyone blamed everyone else Bryan was pragmatic and gave his advice to help change the school for the better. He was the voice of reason and common sense. When change came at Wesley he was delighted and showed his approval by his well written emails. Throughout the years after leaving school he kept in contact with his old teachers – Rev Wilfred Pile, CJT Thamotheram, Edmund Dissanayake and Lionel Jayasuriya with phone calls, letters and Christmas cards, until the very end.

It was Bryan who said that all Wesleyites belong to a brotherhood and that we are all brothers. Disunity amongst old boys was of great concern to him and on numerous occasions he has emailed for unity. I hope as a mark of respect for Bryan we will strive for unity. Let unity be the tribute to Bryan Claessen .

In the  last few years Bryan’s health was failing and had to give up his active life. He and Carol continued to enjoy the social events at Tailen Bend including Ballroom dancing and the more energetic Barn Dancing. They loved the company of their grandchildren and the extended family. Bryan and Carol had a rich family life and she was the love of his life. They have five children. Their highlights were large family gatherings  where Bryan took his place at the table with his usual humour and character. 

They remained a popular couple in Tailem Bend where they entertained often and generously. They were particularly close to Radley who lives in Adelaide. They wined and dined Lou and Lisbeth Adhihetty some ten years ago of which they spoke about most warmly.  Although he bravely fought his health problems, towards the end he displayed great fortitude, resigning himself philosophically to the inevitable. Bryan respected all religions but he was never overtly religious. The love and closeness of his family remained a great source of comfort.

I was deeply saddened to hear that Bryan Claessen passed away.  I am grateful I was able to know him and be his friend.  We will remember his humorous banter and his vast archive of stories for many years to come. His sense of humanity and energy for what he believed in will be sorely missed. We send our  deepest condolences to Carol and the family in this time of grief. As we say for cricketers "May the turf lay lightly on him"

GRANT HIM O LORD

ETERNAL PEACE

Wesley's glorious years of cricket by Bryan Claessen

Cricketers of 1953 - Sent by Olkie Edema

A Tribute to Sir Donald Bradman- A Poem by Bryan Claessen

Some Memories of cricket of the 1950's sent by Bryan Claessen

Bryan Claessen by Dr.N.D.Amerasekera

Lunch with the Claessens - From the OBUA Newsletter 2005

24th March 2010

Farewell to Bryan by Upali Perera

The funeral ceremony for the late Elton Bryan Claessen was held on Monday 22nd March 2010 at 11.00 am in the Minge Chapel, Murray Bridge in Adelaide, South Australia and was followed by a private cremation.There were three Wesleyites who travelled from Melbourne.

Warwick De Kretser, George Jayatunge, Upali Perera, Radley Claessen, Ranjit Alwis, Errol Smith

I went to Adelaide on the 21 st to pay my respects to the great man and stayed with my friend and Wesleyite Ranjith de Alwis and his wife Lakshmie who graciously hosted me for a couple of days. At the same time Errol Smith was a guest of Warrick De Kretser the Wesley cricketer  and his wife Peggy.  The third Wesleyite was of Radley’s and Bryan’s era, George Jayatunge and his wife Chris who put up in a hotel in Murray Bridge. All of us along with the Adelaide Wesleyites, Radley and Doug, the brothers of Bryan with their families and Everard Reimers represented Wesley College.We left Adelaide around 8.30 am to travel to Murray Bridge, a distance of approximately 100 kilometers, sporting our Wesley College ties, to pay our respects to our dear friend Bryan for the last time.

Upali, Ranjit, Warwick, Erroll, Radley and Everard Reimers

The viewing was scheduled from 10.00am.  Bryan had in his beloved College Tie and, beside him, was another of his dearest possessions - his “All Ceylon” Cricket cap which were  symbols  of his other great loves, after his family and friends.The large congregation filled the chapel to capacity, leaving standing room only as friends and loved ones came to celebrate the life and to pay homage to one of the greatest sons that Wesley College ever produced. 

The funeral director Claude Minge spoke about Bryan’s life and his achievements as a Husband, Father, Sportsman and Friend to so many. This was followed by the eulogies delivered by Julian, Bryan’s eldest son, followed by his daughter Audra, his grand daughter Emelia, grandson Ryan and myself. The audience was spell bound and there was not a single person who was not moved by what they heard. With very heavy hearts, yet standing proud, we bid our last farewell to the loved and devoted husband, dutiful father, the faithful friend, legendry cricketer, the ball room dancer, poet and one of the nicest human beings you could ever hope to meet.

The following poem was read at the commencement of the ceremony, which Bryan would have been very proud of.

Miss Me – But Let Me Go

When I come to the end of the road,
And the sun has set for me,
I want no rites in a gloom filled room,
Why cry for a soul set free?

Miss me a little – but not too long,
And not with your head bowed low,
Remember the love that we once shared,
Miss Me – but let me go.

For this is a journey that we all must take,
And each must go alone,
all part of the Master’s plan,
A step on the road to home.

 When you are lonely and sick of heart
Go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrows
In doing good deeds,
Miss me – but let me go

A tribute to Bryan Claessen (Spoken at the Funeral) By Upali Perera
Elton Bryan Claessen was the vice-captain of the cricket team under Radley his brother, in 1952, when I joined Wesley College. I was a boarder along with many other Wesleyites who are indeed present here today. It was compulsory then, that all boarders had to be present at all cricket matches played by Wesley in Colombo. The team was full of talented and skilled players. The player that stood out was my hero and friend Bryan Claessen. It was with pride that we  juniors went almost every afternoon to watch our wonderful cricketers practice and to see them in action, to speak, to touch and to be in their presence was a blessing.

I was much junior to Bryan in college, hence Bryan did not know me at all, but all the juniors knew of all the cricketers and specially the famous Claessen family. It was much later, in the late 70’s that I met Bryan at the Adelaide oval, when the Sri Lankan under 19 cricket team played against the Australian team. I was on my way from Melbourne to a conference in Adelaide and dropped by at the oval to see the match for a few hours.  I happened to know the Manager of the Sri Lankan team and as I met him he said….Upali, there is a living legend from Wesley in the pavilion and pointed to Bryan. Bryan had not changed, his neatly combed hair, still wearing his round glasses and his boyish handsome face instantly brought back old memories. I paused for a while, walked up to him and nervously said…Bryan you do not know me, I am Upali Perera from Wesley and you were our hero. As if I was a long lost brother, he said….yes…, I could remember you (which was not true) and there began our bond and a true friendship which will last for ever.

Carol Claessen

Since that day we have been in touch constantly and during this period my young family and I have enjoyed the honour and privilege of staying with Bryan, Carol and their family during our holidays in their Adelaide home in Modbury and later in Tailem Bend. I will always treasure those moments and the regular conversations we had all these years.

Bryan’s simplicity, his humour, his noble and legendry attributes are qualities that I would have loved to have aspired to.

I need not speak of the immense impact and contribution Bryan has made to Wesley College and to all those young and old, who were blessed and privileged to be his friend. He touched us all and the tributes that have poured to the Wesley College Websites, local and overseas newspapers are a testimony to what Bryan stood for.

Bryan has left a huge void in our hearts which can never be filled.

Finally our thoughts and prayers are with his wonderful and faithful wife Carol, their children Casa, Julian, Thomas, Audra, Christine and their families.

“Bonds of friendship forged in childhood days,
Ties that bind us to our happiest time;
Which in strange and miraculous ways
Keeps alive days that were once yours and mine.”
On behalf of all Wesleyites, I salute you my dear and faithful friend.

Grant him O’ Lord Eternal peace.

25th March 2010

A Tribute to Bryan Claessen by Michael Berman

I read with much sadness the passing away of Elton Bryan Claessen in an obituary circulated by Victor Melder to the Sri Lankan diaspora resident ‘down under’.

Bryan was a very good all round cricketer, batting right hand and bowling right arm leg spin much in the Richie Benaud mould. He played in some extremely useful Wesley College teams from 1950 to 1953 captaining in his final year. Prior to leading his College he played under Derrick Mack (1950-51) and brother Radley (1952).

SL writer, Neil Wijeratne informs me that during this period Wesley defeated our Alma Mater, St Joseph’s College (SJC) twice in 1952 & 53 but lost in 1950 and played out a draw in 1951. In the 1951 fixture, brother Radley scored a century while Bryan top scored with 31 out of 146 in the losing 1950 match 1st innings and took 8-68 in the SJC score of 228 in the 1951 match.

During this period they also defeated Royal College in 1952 & 53 and played out draws in 1950 & 51. Bryan top scored in most of the Wesley College innings versus Royal.

While still at school in 1953 he was selected for All Ceylon against Lindsay Hassett’s Australian team bound for the Ashes in England along with opening bowler P I Peiris, wicket keeper H I K Fernando and medium change bowler Bob Bartels. Bartels left shortly afterwards to play in the Lancashire League which was arranged by famous West Indian Learie Constantine who was then coaching in Ceylon. The Claessen family emigrated ‘down under’ in 1958 and ultimately settled in Adelaide. His elder brother Radley was a handy pace bowler and I remember him well bowling vicious bumpers at our Josephian teams of that period.

Their younger brother, Herman was a tall and useful left arm bowler (pace and spin) who made his debut under Bryan’s captaincy and played for Wesley between 1953 & 56. He unfortunately was killed in a motor accident shortly after leaving school and starting an apprenticeship at Collettes Limited on Kanatte Road.

The 1953 Aussie side comprising Hassett, Arthur Morris, Graeme Hole, Keith Miller, Ian Craig, Jim de Courcey, Richie Benaud, Ron Archer, Don Tallon, Ray Lindwall and Bill Johnston, batted first and scored 8 for 209 dec and All Ceylon including Makkin Salih, C H Gunasekera, Vernon Prins, Stanley Jayasinghe, C I Gunasekera, Claessen, R B Wijesinghe, F C de Saram as captain replied with 4 for 149.

I attended this match at the P Sara Oval and remember seeing my hero, Keith Miller play and the brilliant fielding of the Australians stretching their sea legs for the day while the “Orcades” was in port. This was the only chance that we had of witnessing international cricket and cricketers in those good old days!

Bryan also played for the Colombo team in the Gopalan Trophy fixture versus Madras and represented All Ceylon versus the touring Pakistan Services team in 1954. He represented the Colts in the Sara Trophy inter club competition. In Australia he played A Grade District cricket for South Perth, and for Sturt in Adelaide. In his later years, he played for the Prospect Cricket Club and finally for Tailem Bend in the local regional competition. The Claessen family lived on Thimbirigasyaya Rd, Narahenpitiya not far from the Govt quarters at Manning Town on the Borella to Narahenpitiya Rd where I grew up.

His departure was a big loss to Ceylon cricket in those pre Test Cricket days. He leaves behind wife Carol and children Cass, Julian, Thomas, Audra and Christine. A well attended funeral service was held on Monday 22nd March followed by a private cremation. A General Assembly was also held at his Alma Mater, Wesley College in Colombo on Friday 19th March to pay tribute to Bryan and as a mark of respect.

May he rest in peace

Distinguished Old Boy and an Exceptional Talent in the World of Economics

David G. Loos, 79, of Potomac, Maryland, USA passed away on October 24, 2005.

Mr. Loos retired from the World Bank Bank, Washington DC in 1991.

Remembering David Loos (C C S) by Bradman Weerakoon

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