Childhood memories -The summer holidays – By Charmaine Candappa As a child I would always look forward to spending a part of my summer holidays at the home of my aunt, my mom’s sister. My childhood was a happy one, since I got to play with my neighbor and friend Rai. I needed Rai more than she needed me. Rai had many toys and dolls of to play. She also had a bicycle to ride around the compound. I would look over the wall that separated our homes as Rai rode her bike from her garage to her front gate. We too had bikes, but they belonged to my brother Joe. He would not let me ride, as it was his pride and joy. He polished it, oiled its wheels and brakes. My childhood despite not having much toys, books, and a bicycle to ride was a happy one.  I ...

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Yesterday was Children’s Day Give children a chance to thrive – By PRAMOD DE SILVA Source : sundayobserver During an interview with a famous American film star, the interviewer asked him whether he knew about children. His answer was simple, instant and straightforward: “I have been a child”. Indeed, it is not just possible to become an adult instantly without passing that rite of passage called childhood. Thus we all know what it is like to be a child. This is the phase of life that most of us will recall with glee later on in adult life. Yin and Yang. Children and elders are two sides of the same coin. After all, one must pass childhood to become an elder. On October 1, we celebrated the Universal Elders Day and the Universal Children’s Day in Sri Lanka, though many countries celebrate the Children’s Day on November 20 after the date ...

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A Poem – unknown author. “Precious Memories” – by Des Kelly Thank you Keith Bennett for sending in this great “nostalgic” post of a poem, which I have titled especially for e’Lanka. Under normal circumstances, I try to make my titles as brief as possible, but I really should have retitled it as “Poetry personified, Author unidentified”. It is a shame, because I thought that the poem was excellent. Desmond Kelly (Editor-in-Chief) e’Lanka. I remember the corned beef of my Childhood, And the bread that we cut with a knife, When the Children helped with the housework, And the men went to work not the wife The cheese never needed a fridge, And the bread was so crusty and hot, The Children were seldom unhappy, And the Wife was content with her lot. I remember the milk from the bottle, With the yummy cream on the top, Our dinner came ...

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