Blog

Received from Winnepeg, Canada. Apr 2006.

Friend & Schoolmate Daniel,

So good to know you're alive and well, thinking of your old schoolmates. As you may well know, DBS Old Boys are the finest people on earth, but most don't ever write, even with the modern convenience of e-mail. I guess it's because we were brought up half-a-century ago. We made copies by hand. We even wrote lines -- a hundred times -- by hand.

By this e-mail, I hope my DB/GS Schoolmates in Canada, U.S. and elsewhere will voluntarily get off their rocking chairs to send you some photos that I haven't even seen. I will personally follow up with a few who might keep photos of their class reunions here and abroad.

One question I'd like to raise is: When do you think DSOBA will make an honest attempt to reach out and include overseas Old Boys, so we may get back into the swim of DBS family affairs again? If you have neither seen nor heard much of overseas Old Boys or Old Girls in recent years, I assure you that we're not dead yet. Better hurry.

Best from Robert Sung Kien-Tung, DBS'55

From the open prairies, somewhere south of Winnepeg, warm greetings to my DB/GS friends who have kept the faith to keep in touch, sometimes, or once in 50 years. Just want you to know that I’m thinking of you.

I imagine there are vast stretches out there where you can look 360 degrees all around to see only land that meets the sky. People here call it “God’s Country.” No small town in No Man’s Land, because Walmart has arrived, open 24 hours year-round.

I’m in Stromsburg with my wife, to celebrate Mom Avis’ 95th birthday. May we all live this long, in good health, to enjoy two huge cakes, which are now ready for the party to begin. I’m sure someone here will offer a prayer:

I Jesu namn,
Till bords vi ga,
Valsigne Gud
Den mat vi fa.

Amen.

So, we all come to the table, asking God’s blessings of food (and friendship) we receive. Amen.

Greetings from Washington DC
Teddy Leung '58

Hello Fellow DBS Alumni,

Greetings from Washington DC.

Shall we dance? Shall we chat? Shall we reconnect?

In recent years, every time I stop by DBS, invariably I learn of some classmates retiring and of some reporting to St Pete's Gate, let alone our teachers and headmasters, whose familiar faces and names are on the ever-shortening list. We learn in high-energy particle physics of time reversal. For us, however, the arrow of time is but one direction.

Since graduation we have spread out to seek our world. With the Internet, we have again reconnected. Shall we share our experiences, our achievements, and our sorrows? Here we can find each other again.

“Tho’ much is taken, much abides: and tho’
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are:
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, and not to yield.”

— Tennyson, an abridge from BJ Monks poetry class.

No kidding. Can we once again find those youthful faces in the 50’s
and 60’s in the DBS hilltop? A guy with thinning gray hairs was
grinning at me from the mirror this morning. Do I know that guy?

Do not compute eternity,
As light-year after light-year.
One step across that line called ‘Time’,
Eternity is right here.

Time is of our own making,
Its clock ticks in our head.
The moment we stop thought,
Time too stops dead.

Come on, fellows. Let us dance. Let us chat. Let us reconnect.

Warm Regards,
Teddy ’58.