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My heart belongs to daddy
It has been 10 years since my father died and the songs "My heart belongs to daddy" and, "Oh my Papa", still bring tears to my eyes, for I loved my daddy, and my heart did belong to him. When I was a child he taught me how to swim, to drive, to appreciate cricket, to climb mountains and to love and worship the God almighty only.

He held three important jobs at the same time. He was a Civil Servant and served as AGA in Galle, Hambantota and Kandy and was Secretary to the Ministry of Defence. He was one of the officials who initiated the Maldive Islands Independence. He met Prime Minister Jawaharlal Nehru in New Delhi and attended several international conferences in Geneva.

He was the GA, Kegalle and his last job was Controller of Imports-Exports. He was also the Secretary to the Board of Control for Cricket in Ceylon for five consecutive years when Robert Senanayake was the board president. We did not have test status then, but we had lots of cricket matches. All the international teams going to and from Australia made it a point to land here and play cricket. I remember as a child going for these matches and watching the West Indies team of Rohan Kanhai, Collin Cowdry's England team and even a woman's cricket team. I must say there were no disagreements and squabbles on our Cricket Board then.

He was also a volunteer officer in the Army and held the position of Major in the Ceylon Artillery Regiment. I remember my dad at the parades at Galle Face Green. He was tall and outstanding. I remember when they were mobilized and called to control the racial riots in 1958. They were sent to Jaffna too. It was after the Military Coup of 1962 that the light in the candle he had lit at both ends began to dim. But soon after he took on the best job of his life -- that of being a grandpa. He had eight grandsons and two granddaughters, all of whom loved him so much, and many a leisure time he spent with them at his home. The sport, he spent his time on in his retirement, was archery.

He built his own house in Bambalapitiya and lived quietly surrounded by his wife and family until he had a stroke in late life and that broke his heart because he could not have fun any more.

So, the memories of you, my father, are all happy ones and I will not forget to keep the one request you made of me, and that was to look after my mum after you are gone. This I have done and will continue to do, all my life.

I know you are safe in the arms of Jesus as I saw you in one of my dreams surrounded by God's angels in heaven.
Bernie


A goddess in human form
Srimathi Malini Kumari Dissanayake (nee Samarakoon)
Six long and lonely years have passed
Since you left us that day.
But happy and lovely memories
Keep coming back to stay.
A goddess you were in human form
With love for everyone.
Generous help - always your norm
Hate and malice to none.
The little things you thought and did
For kindness and for love
So deep within our hearts are etched,
Keeping memories alive.
Busiest person, we've ever known
Obliging people from dusk to dawn.
Wherever you are - your joy we wish.
Whatever you do - success we wish.
The help you gave - the love so vast,
So till we breathe our very last,
We will remember you.
A.B. and children


She was a second mother to me
The 10th death anniversary of my beloved mother-in-law Agnes Mendis falls this month.

I pen these few words because I love her as my own mother. She was a staunch Catholic and although I was the only Buddhist of her five daughters-in-law she never had any discrimination. She possessed hundred and one admirable qualities such as patience, understanding and integrity. She was highly talented in cooking, flower making and cake-icing. She conducted classes for the needy girls because she believed that it would help them earn some income.

During the school vacation I used to go to Moratuwa with my children to spend few days with her. With a sense of humble pride I am happy to say during that short period I was able to learn a lot of cookery. She was a second mother to me. I had neither seen her hot tempered or heard her speaking harshly to anyone. She stood by us in adversity. She loved her husband, the late Sebastian Mendis, her sons, daughters and in-laws in same way. May she rest in peace.
Olga Mendis


A judge and author
The death occurred of Anthony Christopher (A.C.) Alles, former Judge of the Supreme Court (1964-1974) on 1st January, 2003 at the age of 91. Mr. Alles passed away at Nawaloka Hospital after a brief illness and the funeral took place within 24 hours in accordance with his wishes.

Mr. Alles was born at Matale in 1911. After his early education under the Jesuit fathers at St. Aloysius College, Galle (where he passed his Cambridge Senior with honours) and later at the Ceylon University, he joined the Ceylon Law College. After obtaining First Class Honours in his Law final, he was enrolled as an Advocate of the Supreme Court in 1939. He obtained his law degree from the London University in 1942. In the same year, he joined the Attorney-General's Department as a Crown Counsel and served the Department for over two decades. In 1962, as Solicitor-General, he led evidence before the Bandaranaike Assassination Commission.

In 1964, he was appointed a Judge of the Supreme Court. In 1972, while still being a Judge of the Supreme Court, he was appointed a member of the Criminal Justice Commissions that probed the 1971 insurgency and continued to function as Commissioner even after his retirement in July 1974. Shortly before his retirement, he functioned as Chief Justice.

He was also a member of the International Commission of Jurists and Pax Romana (the Association of Catholic Jurists) and was President of the Ceylon Branch of the World Peace through Law in 1970.

Since his retirement Mr. Alles spent most of his time in writing on criminal cases and authored several volumes on the famous criminal cases of Sri Lanka, including the assassination of Prime Minister S.W.R.D. Bandaranaike. He is also the author of a comprehensive treatise, recently updated, of the JVP in Sri Lanka, in addition to other books of legal interest.
Family and friends


A man of many friends
Noel, the word for Christmas in French - was thus named because he was born on December 28, three days after Christmas.

I knew Noel from 1954 when I joined our alma mater in Kotahena. We became close friends and I was his bestman at his wedding. Thus his death due to a heart ailment, came as a shock to me.

Noel's wit brought out laughter in any crowd. He could make any serious person laugh, something his friends now miss.

Noel had many friends, both in the Telecommunication Department where he worked and elsewhere, for none could reject his company. He made any topic of conversation, however dreary, interesting.

Only those who had the good fortune of knowing and associating with him, knew what a wonderful person he was.

His wife and son are not the only losers due to his demise. Everyone who knew him feels the void. We can only pray and ask the Good Lord to grant eternal rest to Noel until we meet him on that beautiful shore.
Lenard R. Maharachchi

 


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