One weekend a month - we'd get to visit Ooty, the nearest town, on an 'outing'. It was a real treat...
Here are some of the places I remember off the top my head.
* King Star Bakery
* Mohan's Department Store
* Higginbotham's
* Shinkow's - the Chinese Restaurant
* Kurinji's (mmmm....paper dosas...)
* Blue Hills Lodge.
h/t to Yohaan for the last three. His choices at the BHL: ceylon paratha and chicken curry.
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...h/t to Anu for making me think of this song. In her comment on my post about King Star...she spoke of strawberries being sold outside. Which, in turn...made me search for a particular piece of music. Hum along if you remember this:
...we used to sing this song...A Whole Lot. While on the bus going to school. From school. On our way to camp. On our way to the train station. Unfortunately, I tend to associate this song with feeling really queasy. Whenever we started to sing this, the bus would be working its way up curving hairpin bends or going down them. And well....I will let matters rest delicately right there...
While I work on my post for this week, here's a musical interlude. Raise your hand if you remember Cliff Richard singing...Bachelor Boy. Okay - this is a song from the early sixties and before I was a twinkle in anyone's eye - but somehow (like Cliff) it endures. I remember it from long bus rides through the Nilgiris and during outward bound camps (a possible hint about the content of my next post?)...
This song has been bouncing around in my head of late. I'm not sure why...although it took me till today to realize I may just have it in our hymn book! Et voila!
Singing for what seemed like several hours, actually. Lovedale's location meant we took our school bus - everywhere. To Ooty for 'outings'; to various schools for Inter-School competitions; to camp...
We also took Cheran buses to and from our various rail heads at the start and end of each school term. Do you remember the journey? Winding through hairpin bends...enjoying the views and getting gloriously sick... hmmm....that last bit may have just been me!
Here's one fo the songs we used to sing along the way. It's Surangini and I wasn't aware it was a Sri Lankan song? We apparently adapted the verses and sang lines like these:
If you want to marry me darling/you'd better not come at four/Papa will be waiting with a shotgun at the door...
...high up in the blue hills of Southern India...and within the open spaces of Lawrence School, Lovedale. This boarding school is over 150 years old; it is where I spent nine years of my life - grades 4-12. Lovedale is an endless fount of stories...and I hope you enjoy reading mine! Names of teachers and students have almost all been changed to protect the privacy of innocents.
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