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Monday, September 30, 2013

Golden Sunset lost forever

Lost, last week,
somewhere between Erinsville and Tamworth,
two golden hours,
each set with sixty diamond minutes.
No reward is offered for they are gone forever.

Horace Mann was an American education reformist.

Saturday, September 14, 2013

Movie Night at the India Club

Tony Fernandes
Tuesday - Movie Night at the India Club Abu Dhabi circa 1969
Young volunteer projectionist Tony Fernandes


Philips Portable Transistor Radio
 - Guirim, Bardez, Goa - Circa 1961 -

Typical Goan evening in the balcão (balcony) of our house. Enjoying the evening's request broadcast on Radi Ceylon (now Sri Lanka) along with neighbours who came over to listen. Typical tune piercing the twilight with the plaintive cry of a young Mexican girl - Pat Boone singing 'Speedy Gonsales'.

Thursday, September 12, 2013

The Little White House at Cumbiem Morod

         On the left-hand side of the picture of the house you can see stenciled lettering "Happy X'mas". Young boys went around the village stencilling the caption on the walls of houses in the village after the Midnight Mass.

         On the right right side of the pic, on the 'sopo' is a circa 1960 model Philips radio similar to the one in the picture below. From the long shadows in the picture, it is evident the picture was probably taken very early in the morning, tuned to the early morning program of Radio Ceylon (now Sri Lanka).

         Tilting on its stand is my 'Atlas' bicycle fitted with a bell, horn, rear view mirror and a rear bracket often used to carry wheat purchased from Mapusa market and later take it to the flour mill to grind it into flour.

         On the top right of the picture a 'star' is seen and that surely indicates that the picture was taken during Yuletide. The 'star' is seen in the picture hauled up using a pulley and coir rope on a long bamboo pole. In the night it would be brought down to place and light up a candle or a lamp fitted to a thin flat piece of wood inside it and hauled back up above.

         The camera was a Japanese Model called 'Samoca', similar to the one in the picture below:

The colour slide from which the house picture has been reproduced is Kodachrome. I still have the 1 inch x 2 inches slide, that I used to project on the wall using a projector powered by batteries.

         Electricity first came to the village of Cumbiem Morod only around 1969.

Those were the days.

Tony Fernandes

The Fields of Cumbiem Morod, Guirim, Bardez, Goa

The above picture was taken by fabulous and innovative Master Photographer Gabriel Monteiro - circa around the early 1960's. So, that would be about 50 years ago!

In this very poignant and memorable picture, from left to right are: My Mom, my Dad, Benit Titi - the tallest man in Guirim and beyond! - unforgettable and extraordinary character - tall, slim but strong man, (Abdon Uncle's brother) Uncle Timothy, yours truly (Tony), and Aluiza (my loving and adorable Aunt) on the extreme right.

Picture description:

         We have just finished digging a perfect square-shaped well in the fields opposite our old house. Each family had their own well dug for watering their respective allocated patches for growing vegetables etc. in the winter/spring harvests.

         It is quite evident from looking at the picture that it is Benit Titi who has dug the well. What he's got on his shoulder is a pick-axe. My Mum is holding the rope on one side while my aunt is holding another. The ropes are tied to a woven basket that is not seen (obviously it is in the well). That basket is used to haul the mud up. You can see the pile of mud on both sides of the well. My Dad is holding a small 'counso' (pot) that was used to fill the big pot and immediately hauled up in quick succession, as the water kept on collecting while digging the well. Water and mud slurry was continuously drawn out as it kept on accumulating as the well was dug deeper.

         It so happens that Uncle Timothy has come down on a holiday from Ahmedabad, and is there lending a helping hand. In the picture, it's me holding a big 'counso' (copper pot) and a spade (khorem) as well. I could have been or 11 or 12 years of age. The two poles sticking out of the well in the foreground are uprights of a ladder (entirely made of bamboo poles) used to climb out of the well when the job is done.

         How hard we worked those days in the hot mid-day sun! From the shadows on our faces, it seems the sun is almost overhead. What can be seen in the distant background in this old photo is Beatrice Mana/Abdon/Benit Titi's house, but I could be wrong about that. The white spot you see on the extreme right could be our chapel?

         Hope you like the picture. Keep it on your computer and show it to your family members. It is a testimony of our very humble beginnings, and I'm proud of them! Many kids of my age then helped with all types of work in and around the house, and also with field chores, besides going to school, doing their homework, and play football, hockey, and all sorts of board games like Ludo, Draughts, Chess and Carrom.

        Sunday was special. All work stopped. Early morning Mass, then listen to Binaca Hit Parade, Radio Ceylon, Listener's Choice Radio Goa, and Sunday School, followed by a football game.

       God bless them, but sadly the other 5 people in the picture left us a long time ago; I'm the only one left to tell the tale! At least so far.

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

The Boys & Girls of Cumbiem Morod

               I thought the attached picture might be interesting in the fact that's is a treasure for Cumbiem Morod, which I have treasured for many years. It was among the few pictures given to me by Aunt Flory - my loving godmother and my most favourite person in our Vaddo of Cumbiem Morod - a few years before she passed away, as she thought, for some reason, the picture would be best carried forward to the next generation if it was kept in my possession.

               Now, here's some light on the fading picture, so to say:

The photograph, I was told by Aunty Flory, that it was taken in Bombay (now Mumbai) at the famous Back Bay Reclamation, Churchgate, circa 1948. That makes the photograph nearly 66 years old.

In the now fading priceless photograph from left to right, standing on the ledge are:
Uncle Miki, Uncle Assis and Uncle Cosme. Look at how proudly they are standing. The seem to be the caring leaders of the the group of other youngsters of their generation.

From left to right, standing on the footpath are:
Peter, Mary's son  & Abdon Titi's nephew who is carrying Joseph  (Martha's husband), Johnnie (standing, and perhaps shielding himself from the bright sun), and Jack (my brother) carrying me.

Foreground: Aunty Irene (God bless her). 

Further, details as described by Aunty Flory: We are all taken on a day's outing to the scenic and popular Bay, one year after India's Independence. Irene has just recovered from a bout of crying because the big boys did not let her stand on the ledge! And as for myself, I just simply seem to have refused to look at the camera because I wanted a side pose and simply refused to look at the camera.  Funny though, ironically, the camera eventually turned out to be my life's best possession.

My guess is that the picture was taken by Michael (Grand-aunt Sabina's husband from Candolim) or by Custodio Piedade (and Virginia) who were my older brother's godparents. My Mum and Dad were Uncle Assis's godparents.

Incidentally, Uncle Joseph and myself were born in the same year in Bombay - 1947 - myself on 7 January, Joseph on 7th March. Uncle Assis was very fond of photography - it was probably his camera that was used for this picture that has stood the test of time. He had the largest collection of photographs of almost everyone from the village in a thick album that we enjoyed browsing through from time to time on sunny afternoons or on rainy days when time on many occasions seemed to have simply stood still. I believe the album is now with Uncle Miki. A real pictorial treasure of our simple past.

Tuesday, September 03, 2013


performing live at the CNE.

The Imbayakunas' music allows the listener to escape on an exotic voyage to a South American traditional Native community with rich sounds of the Andean regions. In Ecuador, Peru, and Bolivia traditional music is the privileged expression of 20 million Quechua and 4 million Aymaras.

Their music ranges from the traditional sounds of Yarabi, San Juan, Albasos, Tinkus, Huaynos, Tobas, Taquiraris and Sayas to the more contemporary sounds of Cumbias, Bombas, Rumbas and Ballads. They play traditional Andean Native music with an infusion of Latin and European sounds, their traditional instruments being the pan flutes, rondador, charango, drum, ronrroco and cajas. We also use newer instruments like the guitar, violin, bandolin and bass. The mixing of these sounds allows us to expand their art.

Some of their rhythms are pensive and incorporate sounds of the natural world. The songs are sung in Spanish and also Quechua (pronounced "kee - chew - ahh"). Themes of the songs are of respect for "Pacha Mama" (mother earth in Quechua), annual Andean festivals, working overseas, love and new romance.

Their musical expression creates an environment of unity. The songs are interpretations of their past and the evolution of their culture into the future.

Monday, September 02, 2013

Sunday, September 01, 2013


(Canadian National Exhibition)

In August 2003, the CNE celebrated its 125th exhibition; and so did a little log cabin which was moved to the exhibition site in August, 1879. When you’re ready for a break from the hurly-burly of the midway, wend your way to just west of the bandshell and step back in time more than 200 years as you enter the dim interior of Toronto’s oldest building. The square-timbered Scadding Cabin, built in 1794, is a little oasis surrounded by a split rail fence and a re-creation of a nineteenth-century garden featuring herbs and flowers.

To know more about this piece of history please click on the following link: