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Wednesday, 18 December 1996

Jerrald Popley

I have some very pleasant and happy memories of my years at Loyola — I was a hostelite from 1959 to 1964. One cannot forget Fr. Hess’ cleaning of the throat, Mr. Rao’s elephantine memory and chits, Fr. Dineen’s Paddle whacks, Mr. Burrows’ spankings, Br. Braganza’s cacti collection, Fr. Dietrich’s ghost stories and pranks, and Fr. Currie’s mixing with the boys.

One can easily recollect gems, instances of team spirit and camaraderie interspersed with sports and academic brilliance that helped shape character. But life at Loyola was different. There was something extra. It is difficult to pin down. The incidents related will help to give an idea of academic and hostel life at Loyola.

Loyola Revisted

Wednesday, 18 December 1996

Hartmut Feige

In March 1994 my brother Axel ] and I returned to India for the first time after 27 years. From 1957 to 1967 we had spent our childhood and teenage years in Jamshedpur, so for Axe! and me this “Passage to India” was a journey back in time in search of our roots. It turned out to be a kind of homecoming too, due to the heartwarming welcome we received from our old Indian friends in Jamshedpur, who had not forgotten us in all those years.

Significantly, the first place we revisited during our stay in Jamshedpur was neither our one-time family home, the Kaiser Bungalow, at 18, Inner Circle Road, nor our old stamping grounds at Beldih Club. The place that we were most eager to see again was Loyola, our old school, where we had spent the best part of our most impressionable and formative years.

Looking back!

Wednesday, 18 December 1996

Paul Mathew

I arrived in Loyola on 15th December 1963. I was met at the gate by a priest who introduced himself as Fr. Kennedy. He picked up my suitcase and said ‘Paul, follow me’ as he walked away rather vigorously. I ran to keep pace with him. He led me into a room on the western side of the old auditorium. My neighbour was Phil Allencherry. Before Fr. Kennedy left, he hoped I would have a pleasant stay in Loyola. Well it has lasted 32 years!

As I look back memories come flooding the mind my first Rector-Principal, Fr. Joe Kennedy, a man of lightning decisions and of great warmth; in his world, children and value education took centre stage; Fr. Power, a fitness enthusiast and an American committed to English and the Englishman Shakespeare; Fr. Simon Kirsch — he never had time for anything except physics and his beloved lab. There were others — all greatmen:

Memoirs

Wednesday, 18 December 1996

Alirtair Laporte

Looking back a quarter of a century, I still have vivid recollections of Loyola. I remember entering its portals in 1970, with mixed feelings, to join class V. I was to be a boarder and it made me feel both bashful and apprehensive. As it happened, I need never have worried for I took to the school like a duck takes to water — and the years I spent at Loyola were truly great days and jolly days at the ‘best school of all’.

I had the good fortune of studying under 3 principals, each very special in his way. Fr. Kenneth Judge, Fr. Frank McGauley and Fr. Michael Love were true friends, philosophers and guides. The Jesuit work ethos was prevalent everywhere. Later when I taught in St. Joseph’s Boys’ School, Bangalore, all that I had learned at Loyola stood me in good stead.

Echoes Ring Again

Wednesday, 18 December 1996

A Kishore

The other day when I heard my son singing the Loyola anthem, a nostalgic time machine teleported me back to my school days. A kaleidoscope of vivid images danced before my eyes: images of the quadrangle, the red stage, the stately corridors, the vast playing fields, the Fathers in their cassocks, the teachers with chalk dust on their hands, the bustle during the recesses and the scurrying out after school. When the flutter of images subsided, only a few of them remained. These were the images that were etched deeply on the young and impressionable hiind.

I could write volumes about Loyola describing its one of a kind education, its rich tapestry of extra curricular activities, its exemplary teachers and its ‘par excellence’ educational facilities. But, I shall limit myself to a few things that have had a lasting impression on me.

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