Sad to announce Richard Oscar (Dick) D’Abreu passed away peacefully at SJOG Bunbury on the 14th March aged 91 years. Much love Husband of Joan – Marjorie D’Abreu. Father of Tony D’Abreu. Dad to Ken Bird Alan Bird Joanne Smith Steve Smith and all their families. A battle weary Serviceman finally at rest.
DUE TO THE CURRENT STATE OF THE WORLD HEALTH The funeral will be at
Crematorium Chapel 10 Belcher Street Bunbury
Wednesday 18 March, 2020 at 2.00pm
Due to the short notice and some people not being able to attend due to current Health Department guidelines we will be live streaming the service.
PLEASE USE THE LINK BELOW TO WATCH THE LIVE COVERAGE OR YOU CAN WATCH AT A LATER DATE.
We just got to know that Dick D’Abreu (Curzon 1936-46) has been very unwell for the past few weeks. He was taken to hospital by The Flying Doctor service to Perth. They put in a stent for his heart, and was sent to the ICU ward. Dick went home 3 days later, only to have his heart stop. The Ambulance medic restarted it with a defibrillator and took him back to hospital for another three days. He is recovering at home with his wife Joan taking good care of him.
Here are the stories of :
– Richard D’Abreu – Peter Maidment
– Jim Lee
as a bit of nostalgia of their school days.
Peter Maidment, Jim Lee and I have been corresponding by email and chatting on Skype for about three years and we decided that it would be a great idea to write to the Old Cottonian Association to give the readers an insight into some of the humorous and serious aspects of our time at BCS. We like reminiscing with each other of the period in the early 1940ies when we attended the school. Here is a short story I always will remember.
In my days at the school from 1936 – 1946. All classrooms had ink wells placed in the right
hand corners of the students desk. We wrote with pens that had to be dipped into the ink frequently. Blotting paper was then used to dry the ink on the page before turning it over. Some of the students when feeling bored in the classroom would play a prank by folding a piece of blotting paper in half and soaking it in the inkwell, then winding it on to a strong rubber band, hold the soaking blotter in between the teeth and then stretching the band, would release the blotting paper and hit the back of the students head in the desk in front. On one occasion at a Maths lesson Bill Kelly who was in the desk behind me, decided to play such a prank on me. He aimed his missile soaked in ink at the back of my head, however Boozer Pickering a friend of mine saw what was coming and yelled to me to duck. The missile elevated past my head with such force, it struck our Maths master, Mr. Hogan, who was at the blackboard, on the back of his head, dripping the ink down his neck. Turning around he shouted “Who was that?”Quick as a flash Bill pointed at me. Mr Hogan was in no mood to argue, I was marched off to the Staff Common room and copped 4 of the best with the cane. It stung quite a bit and a bit of blood oozed onto my trousers, so down I had to go to see Sister McLeen who applied a liberal dose of iodine to the cuts.. On going back to the classroom, I asked for permission to stand as it was quite sore to sit down. Permission was denied. As we had an unwritten rule amongst the students never to report the person who did the wrong deed, I had to get my revenge back on Bill my own way. It was unwise for anyone to know your birthday, as if this date was known to other students, the birthday boy would be taken down to Tipu’s Drop which was on the road past the old Bogs and the second playing ground. It was a drop of just over a meter, where at the bottom was a thick bed of stinging nettle. The birthday boy would be dangled by his legs and let go into the nettle below. Now I happened to know from Bill’s mother that he had a birthday the day after he fired the missile missing my head, so he was marched down past the old Bogs to be dangled down into the nettle…Happy birthday Bill…..
My House Master at the time was Fred Brown, whom I knew as a senior Cottonian from 1936 to 1939, he left school and returned a few years later to be on the staff. As he wished to make me a House prefect, I had to explain to him why he should still make me a House prefect after I had done such a prank on the Maths teacher. He was aware of the unwritten rule we as students had not to put anyone in, and as I was not the perpetrator, I was made a House prefect of Curzon house.
Thanks for reading….Richard D’Abreu.
I have some very precious memories of my years at BCS Simla between 1941 and 1943. I was in Rivaz House when Peter Rollo was House Captain. We became very good friends, so much so that I was relocated to a bed adjoining the Captains cubicle in our dormitory overlooking the tennis courts. My other friends were Andy, Ken and Jim Lee.
Andy and Ken are now deceased, but Jim and I still correspond and talk with Dick D’Abreu, (a latter mutual friend) on Skype. Jim Dick and I recently resolved that we had some good cause to be included in the BCS news that is still forwarded to school members past and present, hence this account.
One of the regular incidents that occurred in those halcyon days was the surreptitious and sneaky nocturnal visits to the Pictures after lights out. The four good friends would get dressed up in local garb and walk all the way to the city to see a choosen film. On one occasion we were half way to our destination, when coming towards us were two House Masters, who somehow recognized we were not the genuine local people. To forestall this surprise discovery I involuntarily spoke a few garbled Hindustani words to make us seem authentic. It so happened that my House Master was one of the two staff who recognized me and reprimanded me for setting a bad example as the then House Captain. I was given a lecture the next day and made to promise I would not commit the act again.
I attended BCS from 1941 to 1943 and was in Curzon House. My closest friends were Peter Maidment, Ken Magnoni and Andy Gilmour. Sadly, Ken and Andy are now deceased, but Peter and I are still in touch, he in Sydney, Australia and me in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada.
Richard (Dick) D’abreu, who lives in Australand, Western Australia, is another OC that I am in touch with. Dick and I were at BCS at the same time but because he was a couple of years behind me we moved in different social circles and I didn’t know him then.
Peter, Dick and I correspond by e mail regularly, and also enjoy a weekly three way conversation on Skype reminiscing about the happy years we spent at BCS. We decided we would share some of our experiences through the newsletter.
This is one of my moments of glory!
I was thrilled when, in 1942, I was selected as goal keeper of the school hockey team. There were four or five schools between Delhi and Simla against whom we used to compete on an annual basis in each sport.
Our strongest competition came from the Lawrence Military School (LMS) in Sanawar. In 1942 our hockey team headed to Sanawar for the annual match, with the knowledge that LMS had been victorious over us, and the other schools, for the previous three years. We went onto the field as the underdog, but determined that we were going to play our hearts out. We had a large cheering section that came with us from BCS, and naturally LMS had the whole school cheering for them. Once the game started the noise from the stands was deafening. At half time the score was one all. The second half started with each side pressing to take the lead. Half way through the second half we scored our second goal from a corner. Our cheering section nearly brought the stands down. The urgency now caused the LMS team to find their second wind, and they turned their game up a notch. They had possession of the ball more than we did from that point on. However, our defense, including me in goal, foiled every one of their attempts to equalize. When the final whistle blew with the score at two to one in favour of BCS our cheering section rushed onto the field and lifted our team shoulder high. What a thrill! That was my moment of glory, and I know that every member of the team felt the same way. We had beaten the mighty LMS who had dominated hockey for the previous three years. When we returned to Simla we were greeted and cheered by the rest of the school, and at supper that evening the Head Master gave us a congratulatory pep talk, to the applause of the whole assembly. Years later, in 1981 when I revisited the school, I was surprised but thrilled to see the photograph of our team still hanging in the headmaster’s office. It brought back many memories
I well remember my first roll call as an eight year old at Bishop Cotton School when I was placed in Rivaz House. This was before we had a prep school in Chota Simla.
After a tearful parting from my mother, I was introduced to the Rivaz Housemaster. He showed me to my place at the Rivaz House dining table for the evening meal. When we were all seated, the House Captain of Rivaz stood up and read out the roll call. The first name on the roll was Abreu. As he called out this name, no one answered. He repeated it once again. I then replied, that if the name was meant to be me, I was known as D’Abreu. ” The roll book says you are Abreu…You will answer to that name” said the House Captain. “Yes sir I am present” I said. “You do not call me sir, I am a School Prefect and your House Captain…” . “Yes sir Mr. Prefect, I am present“. He addressed me again. “You need to say Adsum when answering your name” “Yes Mr. Prefect, Adsum I am here.. ” He then carried on with the roll call. I really felt terrified for the rest of the evening meal.
I can still recall some of the names on that roll 73 years later. They were:- Abreu.. Advice…Bannon 1 ..Bannon 2 ..Bains … Bapty… Bennigall …Brooks…Coats 1… Coats 2… Dorgey… Edwards… Grant 1….Grant…2 …Greenway… Hemmingway… etc etc.. I often wonder if some of those I can remember are still around today. In 1938 we younger students were put into the new Prep School. When I returned to the main school I was placed in Curzon House. I was in the 3rd Form, and a lot older. I was able to enjoy my school days. I could well distinguish a master from a school prefect, so able to keep well out of trouble..