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Wednesday, March 25, 2015
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
Nina & Frederic - Oldies
Some of the best songs we love to hear over and over in the 1960s.
Please click on each of the web-links with your speakers on.
1. Counting colors in the
rainbow:-
2. Jamaican
farewell;-
3. Come
back Lyza:-
4. Listen
to the ocean:-
https://youtu.be/HXeGhIJWG5I
5. Where have all the flowers gone:-
https://youtu.be/sxZxqs0vDVQ
6. Banana boat song
https://youtu.be/W0b9TVIEecA?list=PL390E2A31F6A23D8F
5. Where have all the flowers gone:-
https://youtu.be/sxZxqs0vDVQ
6. Banana boat song
https://youtu.be/W0b9TVIEecA?list=PL390E2A31F6A23D8F
7. Banana
boat song – Nina with Morecombe & Wise
https://youtu.be/wJNZjqkzFaI
1. Nina
& Frederik began singing together at the age of four, but since Frederik's
father was the Dutch ambassador to Denmark, his family soon moved to Trinidad
and Frederik eventually began to study at the university, where he formed a
Calypso band. During this time he kept writing to Nina, and in 1957 they met
again at her parents' home where one evening he played his guitar for her. To
his surprise Nina began singing to it, and it was at that moment that they
decided to sing together. Originally they sang only for their friends, and
occasionally at house parties. This led to them being asked to perform at
charity shows, and soon they were in demand professionally. On 1 July 1957, the
duo made their professional show business debut in Copenhagen's top night club,
Mon Coeur. Within a matter of months they became favourites throughout Europe,
and also starred in the 1958 Danish singing-themed comedy The
Richest Girl in the World. The couple married in September 1960
and, in 1961, had their own series on British Television, Nina and Frederik at Home.[2]
Their
earliest known single was "Jamaica Farewell"/"Come Back
Liza", both calypso songs, issued in 1959 on Pye International 7N 25021,
but showing a 1957 'recording first published' date.
Their
debut album, Nina & Frederik, charted at
number 9 on the UK Albums Chart in February 1960.[3] Their second collection, also entitled Nina & Frederik but with a different selection of
songs, peaked at number 11 in the UK chart in
May 1961.[1]
In 1963
they spent three weeks performing at the Savoy Hotel in London, and in December of the same year they gave a
concert at the Royal Festival Hall,
and made guest appearances on the panel of Juke Box Jury.[2] Shunning the limelight, Frederik insisted
the duo retire shortly thereafter, and the couple eventually divorced in 1976.[4]
2. Frederik
Jan Gustav Floris, Baron van Pallandt (4 May 1934 – 15 May 1994) was a Danish-Dutch singer
best known as the male, guitar-playing half of the singing duo Nina & Frederik, which was together from
the late 1950s to the early 1960s.
Van
Pallandt was born in Copenhagen, the son of a former Ambassador for
the Netherlands to Denmark[1] and Dane Else
Dagmar Hanina Blücher, Countess of Altona.[2][3][4] He and his first wife, Nina van Pallandt, created a sensation first
in Denmark and
then throughout Europe with music rooted in folk, ethnic, and calypso styles
and, at first, their plain stage attire. Their recordings were released in the United States on the Atlantic Recordssubsidiary Atco, but did not
enjoy the same success as they had enjoyed in Europe; they may have been ahead
of the music curve which saw folk music enjoy a revival in the US in the early
1960s.
The
couple had three children: Floris Nicolas Ali, Baron van Pallandt (10 June 1961
– 13 October 2006), Kirsa Eleonore Clara, Baroness van Pallandt (born 9 August
1963), and Ana Maria Else, Baroness van Pallandt (born 30 October 1965)[5] and continued their musical careers until
they parted in 1969, eventually divorcing in 1975.[citation
needed] The
following year, on 10 May, van Pallandt married María Jesus de Los Rios y
Coello de Portugal. Together, they had one child – Daniel Tilopa, Baron
van Pallandt, who was born 12 May 1977.[5] In 1979, van Pallandt bought Burke's Peerage from The Holdway Group.
According
to his first wife's memoir, van Pallandt was an avid sailor, and settled in the Philippines in
the 1990s. There he joined a major Australian crime
syndicate, for which he provided transportation for drug trafficking. On May
15, 1994, both he and his Filipina girlfriend Susannah were shot dead in a hut
at Puerto Galera in the Philippines, supposedly in a
dispute over the sale price of his yacht, which he had recently sold.[citation
needed] However,
their murderer is believed to have been another member of the drug syndicate.[6] He was buried near his parents' grave in IJhorst in
the Netherlands.
Sources - Wikipedia
Monday, March 23, 2015
Old is Gold!!!
email from Imelda de Sayrah
Old is gold, it is always said. When I was a five-year old, some sixty years ago, my elders said their olden days were gold. Today, my son, who is around 30, says, “old is gold.”
I always wonder why everyone's olden days are better than their present. Old music and songs were good. Old films were outstanding. Old clothings were of better quality. Old craftsmanship was worthier. Old silk sarees were good. In the olden days, food was of high standards. Old vessels and wares were of high quality.
Times are changing fast. Values are eroding. Goodness is replaced and it is now measured by smartness to get on with life. We have become excessively vigilant, touchy and more suspicious for no real reason. Today, we frisk everyone, inwardly at least. We take things with a pinch of salt. Though today's material comforts — that could not even be dreamt of a decade ago — are aplenty, still something is amiss about life. What is it? Peace? Happiness?
There was contentment. Competition was less cut-throat. There was concern, affection and true bonding. There was togetherness. More important, people were patient. No doubt, there were poverty and scarcity, paucity and difficulty. But there was beauty in life and comity among all. Disputes were quickly and amicably sorted out. Courts had fairly less business.
People helped each other. There was camaraderie. Places of worship were serene and tranquil. There was no terror harbored, either in the mind or for real. All communities co-existed amicably and people waited for better times.
Old teachers were excellent. Old schools were better centers of learning. Old furniture pieces were more appealing. Old houses were user-friendly, airy and well ventilated. Old games with minimum but crude gadgets were more enchanting. The old Radio Ceylon entertained us all with high quality programmers. Old friendships were more reliable. Old wine was tasty.
Is it something to do with one's psyche? No. It cannot be brushed off or wished away simply like that. Old is, and was, really gold.
But why?
There was give and take, and there were real tears during hard times. Roads were free of flashy four-wheelers. Dresses were tailor-made and not readymade. Hoteliers served fresh food. Food was never refrigerated. Fruit juices were fresh, never tinned. Home food was oven-hot, never re-heated.
Today, it is use and throw, be it a battery, a gadget, a gear, father or mother. Those days, it was use, remember and respect. Old homes of the past are old-age homes now. Donations to charities and orphanages are bountiful now. Temples are mushrooming in every colony. Yet, humanity is drying up, and about divinity, the less said the better.
Health was not a worrisome issue. It is a psychic issue now. We market ill-health in so many names today. Medicines are a “buy-one take-two (diseases?) formula” now. Divorces were few and far between. Every wedding anniversary is a milestone now.
There was commitment in what one did those days.
There is commerce in every thing we do today. There are Valentine's Day, sisters day, fathers day, mothers day, friends day, doctors day, nurses day, husbands day, wives day, water day, sparrows day, diabetes day, AIDS day, TB day and every other day. There were only Mondays, Tuesdays and so on earlier. Forget the past, someone said. Why should one? Is it because the present is unbearable that the mind should not be tortured with the glory of the past? It is said not for nothing that old is gold.
Old is gold, it is always said. When I was a five-year old, some sixty years ago, my elders said their olden days were gold. Today, my son, who is around 30, says, “old is gold.”
I always wonder why everyone's olden days are better than their present. Old music and songs were good. Old films were outstanding. Old clothings were of better quality. Old craftsmanship was worthier. Old silk sarees were good. In the olden days, food was of high standards. Old vessels and wares were of high quality.
Times are changing fast. Values are eroding. Goodness is replaced and it is now measured by smartness to get on with life. We have become excessively vigilant, touchy and more suspicious for no real reason. Today, we frisk everyone, inwardly at least. We take things with a pinch of salt. Though today's material comforts — that could not even be dreamt of a decade ago — are aplenty, still something is amiss about life. What is it? Peace? Happiness?
There was contentment. Competition was less cut-throat. There was concern, affection and true bonding. There was togetherness. More important, people were patient. No doubt, there were poverty and scarcity, paucity and difficulty. But there was beauty in life and comity among all. Disputes were quickly and amicably sorted out. Courts had fairly less business.
People helped each other. There was camaraderie. Places of worship were serene and tranquil. There was no terror harbored, either in the mind or for real. All communities co-existed amicably and people waited for better times.
Old teachers were excellent. Old schools were better centers of learning. Old furniture pieces were more appealing. Old houses were user-friendly, airy and well ventilated. Old games with minimum but crude gadgets were more enchanting. The old Radio Ceylon entertained us all with high quality programmers. Old friendships were more reliable. Old wine was tasty.
Is it something to do with one's psyche? No. It cannot be brushed off or wished away simply like that. Old is, and was, really gold.
But why?
There was give and take, and there were real tears during hard times. Roads were free of flashy four-wheelers. Dresses were tailor-made and not readymade. Hoteliers served fresh food. Food was never refrigerated. Fruit juices were fresh, never tinned. Home food was oven-hot, never re-heated.
Today, it is use and throw, be it a battery, a gadget, a gear, father or mother. Those days, it was use, remember and respect. Old homes of the past are old-age homes now. Donations to charities and orphanages are bountiful now. Temples are mushrooming in every colony. Yet, humanity is drying up, and about divinity, the less said the better.
Health was not a worrisome issue. It is a psychic issue now. We market ill-health in so many names today. Medicines are a “buy-one take-two (diseases?) formula” now. Divorces were few and far between. Every wedding anniversary is a milestone now.
There was commitment in what one did those days.
There is commerce in every thing we do today. There are Valentine's Day, sisters day, fathers day, mothers day, friends day, doctors day, nurses day, husbands day, wives day, water day, sparrows day, diabetes day, AIDS day, TB day and every other day. There were only Mondays, Tuesdays and so on earlier. Forget the past, someone said. Why should one? Is it because the present is unbearable that the mind should not be tortured with the glory of the past? It is said not for nothing that old is gold.
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