Excavated Cannon and balls

The small cannon is what was at the foot of Claude Martin's bust in the
La Martiniere College, Lucknow
garden. I was removed a few months ago when the garden was being rearranged. The large cannon with a piece missing, perhaps, when it was fired last was found buried in the garden. The cannon balls were also found buried all these years since 1857. The small piece of iron of doubtful shape could be from a small cannon and was in the games room (from nobody knows when).

Dudhwa National Park- February 2014

Mummy Faye with Aden and Dallas

Faye, Craig, sons Aden and Dallas drove from
 Lucknow to Dudhwa  Wildlife Sanctury beginning
 of February (2014)

Daddy Craig with his sons

Aden and smally, Dallas have a snack at Dudhwa

Frank Anthony 1908-1993

Frank Anthony (in dark glasses left) at perhaps a school function.
Mrs Olive Anthony is to his left and far right is Mr AET Barrow who had
served as Secretary to the Anglo-Indian Association
 for the better part of half a century. Frank Anthony seemed to have been the natural successor to
Sir Henry Gidney 9 July, 1873-1942. 
(Pic: Warren Hopkins who had studied in
FAPS, Delhi)

Naini Tal mid-Feb 2014

Pics: Husband Craig Mac

Faye (Shepherd) McFarland with her sons
Dallas in lap and Aden

Family picnic at Lucknow Zoo

Standing from left is my mum, Aunts Maude, Irene, behind her hidden is Nora Da Gama, Unk Ken, Aunt Ivy, Walty Mr Dubois (Nora's brother in the solar topi), Mrs George (Denzil Da Gama's sister) and your Nana. Lourain has the Rosario sisters around her. One head in front of Walty I don't recognize. The 5 Shepherd boys and Patrick Flynn and the servant girls and someone's doggy. 

Nora was the widow of George Percival, your nana's eldest brother. 

Michael Halge and Masood Huq

Michael Halge (left), who taught in La Martiniere College before he moved to Australia and a former student of his, Masood Huq. Michael's brother David also taught in the Mart.
This was taken from Masood's facebook page that had the caption that follows: Masood Huq
And the man who MENTORED me in LKO. And changed my life forever. Never shall I forget him. CLASS. SHEER CLASS!

Sab Chalta hai! --By Basil Joseph

This poem, written Late Basil Joseph, Head Master of St Francis' College, Lucknow for many years was published in the Northern India Patrika, Lucknow in the 1980's.

SAB CHALTA HAI!

Do what you like, just pay the cut;
You will get off with murder -- but
Without it, Life's not worth a nut,
Sab chalta hai!

You dare not take the drug you need;
The thing is spurious -- so take heed;
Unless you wish to run to seed.
Sab chalta hai!

Be careful when you take your booze;
Unless you wish to blow your fuse;
It may induce perpetual snooze,
Sab chalta hai!

Or is your petrol mixed with water?
Or is it dung or pepper powder?
Or is your khoya blotting paper?
Sab chalta hai!

And so they'll yell, "Angrezi Hatao";
In English schools "bharti karvao"
Or else the principal gherao,
Sab chalta hai!

Of  Piety is this a test?
At dead of night (O what a pest!),
Loudspeakers pierce each human nest;
While bhajans mar e'en God's good rest!
Sab chalta hai!

Encroachments! Lord, is there a cure?
You dodge the cow, so end your tenure,
And land in man-hole or manure!
Sab chalta hai!

Jai Bharat! We've been free for years,
The Harijans still live like curs,
Their women raped -- but all one hears,
Sab chalta hai!

The wives are hounded for dowry,
Husbands demand it to the cowrie,
What if you find the flames so fiery!
Sab chalta hai!

In daylight hoodlums crimes commit;
The Law couldn't care a fig for it,
The politician's hand's in it,
Sab chalta hai!

You have the dacoits all at bay;
In false encounters get 'badle'
O women! Women! Keep away,
Sab chalte hai!

Your honour gone, they'll gouge your eyes;
You'd better say you fond goodbyes,
The Supreme Court's shocked  -- but all one cries,
"Sab chalta hai!"

'Tween cop, the culprit, 'khaddar' cap,
The citizen finds no solid gap;
They all flow from the same old tap
Sab chalta hai!

So what's the use, yaar, of being holy,
When all the world's so topsy-turvy;
So make your whack, or 'tis your folly,
Sab chalta hai!

Everybody's doing it, yaar,
From gov'nor to the last 'gadaar',
To prove the law is not a bar,
Sab chalta hai!