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ndani kyema, My Story - Ray Moore 29
placed it in my pocket to be savoured later, the bread that was left behind still
retained the taste of the peanut butter, and I was able to rescue the ball of peanut
butter from my pocket at some later stage whenever I wanted to enjoy it. It was
somewhat corrupted by the presence of various other denizens of my pocket, but still
scored high on the best food ranking.
I think that I was about the last
person to be admitted to the
original Chefoo School. I’m
not sure because I don’t know
where I could check on such
an important statistic. Giving
me some support to this
theory is my memory of a
Prep School concert that was
held in the Memorial Hall and
attended by the boarders in
the two senior schools.
I remember that the audience
was already seated when we
filed in from the rear of the
platform, and took our places
on the platform. We filed in in
order of height and I was the
last in the whole school – presumably the smallest. The audience started clapping as
the first, taller, Prep School kids filed in, and kept clapping the whole time until I
brought up the rear. At this point the clapping reached a crescendo and I was
impressed that they recognised my importance. Of course it never crossed my mind
at the time that it might have been that they were relieved that at last the formal entry
was over.
I also starred in one of the items, the Mad Hatter’s Tea Party. My acting career
started at this point with me playing the dormouse. If you remember the story, the
dormouse slept a lot. My job was to sit at the party table with my head on the table
The picture on the right was taken by Zhou in 2012, and the other picture about 100 years before that. I am not
certain that Zhou’s picture is the same building, but if you allow for the fact that they are taken from opposite
sides of the building, and that maybe there has been some minor structural changes in the 100 years between the
two pictures, it seems to me to be quite possible.
placed it in my pocket to be savoured later, the bread that was left behind still
retained the taste of the peanut butter, and I was able to rescue the ball of peanut
butter from my pocket at some later stage whenever I wanted to enjoy it. It was
somewhat corrupted by the presence of various other denizens of my pocket, but still
scored high on the best food ranking.
I think that I was about the last
person to be admitted to the
original Chefoo School. I’m
not sure because I don’t know
where I could check on such
an important statistic. Giving
me some support to this
theory is my memory of a
Prep School concert that was
held in the Memorial Hall and
attended by the boarders in
the two senior schools.
I remember that the audience
was already seated when we
filed in from the rear of the
platform, and took our places
on the platform. We filed in in
order of height and I was the
last in the whole school – presumably the smallest. The audience started clapping as
the first, taller, Prep School kids filed in, and kept clapping the whole time until I
brought up the rear. At this point the clapping reached a crescendo and I was
impressed that they recognised my importance. Of course it never crossed my mind
at the time that it might have been that they were relieved that at last the formal entry
was over.
I also starred in one of the items, the Mad Hatter’s Tea Party. My acting career
started at this point with me playing the dormouse. If you remember the story, the
dormouse slept a lot. My job was to sit at the party table with my head on the table
The picture on the right was taken by Zhou in 2012, and the other picture about 100 years before that. I am not
certain that Zhou’s picture is the same building, but if you allow for the fact that they are taken from opposite
sides of the building, and that maybe there has been some minor structural changes in the 100 years between the
two pictures, it seems to me to be quite possible.
