Memories
Remembrances of things past — a true story
“Memory is the diary we all carry about with us.” Oscar Wilde
How well we remember the waypoints of life. Some — the first word, the first step — are another’s memories relayed to us. Some we remember.
I remember well my first school. My father had been posted to Calcutta. New city, new life. The search for a new school. Dr. Sealy, doctor and family friend, spoke of the school that his daughter had started. That was all the reassurance that my parents needed.
Where parents are comfortable so are the children.
We were school children now! How proudly we wore the uniform. How eagerly we studied: history, geography, language, grammar and arithmetic. Such fun. We didn’t know we were there to study!
The end of year concert and award ceremony. The singing of the school song, when parents rose in honor of the moment. All these decades past, yet the song remains:
From a seed it grows, says our motto
Into a mighty tree.
So we proudly stand
With our banner in hand,
And hearts so brave and free.
Though we’re tired and weary,
We’ll carry on,
Until out duty is through.
And then our thoughts will return once more
To our days
At the Park
English School.
That first portal to the world outside of home.
Don’t know if the school still stands. But as long as it lives in even one memory…
“As long as there is love and memory there is no true loss.” Cassandra Clare
What are some of your earliest memories?
