Saturday, September 30, 2006
Thank you
my blogs and everthing concerning me and my present life in kottayam are possible, thanks to my daugther susan.
I live on the 5th floor of a multi-stored building and susan stays in a house in the next compound.
she visits me every day and helps me to deal with any problems i have. She plays the piano for me and also connect me to the various music programmes on the computer.
It is wonderful to have children who give their time and energy for the old parents. All my children are wonderful-my three sons in the U.S and my younger daugther in chennai. I am grateful for their care and concern. I pray to God to keep them healthy.
I live on the 5th floor of a multi-stored building and susan stays in a house in the next compound.
she visits me every day and helps me to deal with any problems i have. She plays the piano for me and also connect me to the various music programmes on the computer.
It is wonderful to have children who give their time and energy for the old parents. All my children are wonderful-my three sons in the U.S and my younger daugther in chennai. I am grateful for their care and concern. I pray to God to keep them healthy.
Friday, September 15, 2006
The picture here is of me taken a long time ago. I am carrying my brother's son. The house in the back is the cottage in the hills that my father built in his cardamom estate. I am wearing the typical Syrian Christian dress of chatta mundu. You can imagine how old this picture is beacuse the little boy in the picture is now 69 years old!
My father
To answer what Ann asks in her comment, my father recovered fully and went back to work as an engineer in the Travancore Government. He retired and gave all his attention to looking after his cardamom estate in the hills near Kumily. He built a beautiful cottage in the hills and all his children and grandchildren had a lovely time there, where everybody played chess and badminton and went for long walks.
My father lived up to the age of 97. My mother passed away at the age of 63, when my father was 68. Even after my mother’s death, he continued to stay in his house in Nedungadapally. My children and I went to stay with him during the children’s holidays and he kept us entertained teaching chess, table tennis, badminton and various games.
After he was 80, he left for Trivandrum to stay with one of his sons and family. At that time he designed and constructed my house in Trivandrum. Later, he supervised construction of my sister’s house, which was built opposite mine.
He later moved to Coimbatore—maybe when he was almost 90—to my eldest brother’s house, where he organised bridge evenings roping in his sons (2 in Coimbatore then), daughters-in-law and friends. He was a great man.
This is a picture of my father when he was about 85 maybe.
My father lived up to the age of 97. My mother passed away at the age of 63, when my father was 68. Even after my mother’s death, he continued to stay in his house in Nedungadapally. My children and I went to stay with him during the children’s holidays and he kept us entertained teaching chess, table tennis, badminton and various games.
After he was 80, he left for Trivandrum to stay with one of his sons and family. At that time he designed and constructed my house in Trivandrum. Later, he supervised construction of my sister’s house, which was built opposite mine.
He later moved to Coimbatore—maybe when he was almost 90—to my eldest brother’s house, where he organised bridge evenings roping in his sons (2 in Coimbatore then), daughters-in-law and friends. He was a great man.
This is a picture of my father when he was about 85 maybe.
