I've been going round everybody's memoires and those brought mine out, so let me put some of them down in black and white.

Before I drew my own path in life, my parents, owning some land just next to a small railway station called Ombú, where a train ran three times a week and took some twelve hours to get to Temperley, decided that before I became twelve, I should be attending as a boarder at SAC. =

So I got marched into scholl in spite of my reluctance to leave mother and a cozy home. My sisters had attended Northlands, for a whole bunch of years and they survived. So in March 1959 I was confronted to my new destiny.

After shedding tears for about four days in a row, I decided on the fifth day, I would stay on. May parents would never taken me back either. But that's a minor issue.

So there I met EV whom I feared, Mr. Cappanera, Cañita, Roger (España annexe was my sleeping place), John, Derek Smith, Miss. Hunter, Srta. Lita my quinto grado teacher. My schoolmates among others were: Gorrisen, Hopkins, Wilson, Kemelmager, Pronato, Protto, Cobe, Torres, Alvarez 5 ad 6, Tsuji, Green my cousin, Turi an Quique Best (5 and 6) Jerry and Sandy Brough, both deceased now, Martin, Freiwald, Gwyther, Runnacles, Maurice and Derek Garett, the Moxeys, Bullrich, Middleton, among hundreds.of others.

My first encounter with sports was winning a 25 yard free style swimming heat at Lomas Athletic Club, but did not qualify for the finals, then rugger came along for the firs time in my life.

As I was a strong boy and never feared jumping at peoples feet, I became a brave tackler, before even knowing what a try meant. I sort of dragged through quinto grado, and a brilliant upper two, that brought me up to upper three skipping lower 3 in 1960.

Cañita did'nt come back to school that second year, and I slept then in room fourteen in the school house for the first term and room 8 for the second term. There one night I threw Slater, on to his bed breaking it to pieces, for which I had to suffer EV wrath. He hit me hard in the face.

But I survived. 1961, with my long pants definitely on now and a last mudanza to Mitre Annexe. I attended to the first primer año the school ever had, and I was under Pronatos Botanical head, and Misses Vallejos, and Mr. Vallejos, and Sra. Meyer, profesor Milani, Maldonado, Miss Pirotta, Aler, and of course doña Facunda Pereyra de Munitich, she taught geografía. Well I never got to know the difference between Asia and Africa but that again is a minor issue.

Some word for Mr. Merness. A dear he was. The hardest thing he ever said to someone was that he was a cheat, after finding him reading the text book in an examination. Such an innocent man in between so many lads trying there best in the road of the least of efforts was to much of a task, for someone as good as he was.

That year we went into fine arts and with Roger. We made a short film called Weedy Troubles, where the first actor really slashed at Mrs. Vallejos plants, and nobody got mad at him.

I would have stayed on after 1962, I really loved the place, but a terrible drought drew my fathers pocket dry. So out of St. Alban's. As you see I always had my way around at home. I did what my parents wanted. That was exactly the opposite of my wants.

Hope you enjoy this, and If someone remembers me, please write.

PS: I was the guy that got Pellens batted cricket ball on the nose