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4                 ;sia y;a jk l,dmh                 THE DOCKYARD, TRINCOMALEE
                                                                         A Snapshot from the Sixties



                   Trincomalee! The very name rolls off the     Pyrex and Tupperware from England with many
           tongue musically evoking magical  fantasies of       exciting  and beautiful  ornaments from places
           blue seas, beautiful beaches, islands, forests with   they had visited, like a mouse in a hole from
           wild life and one of Asia’s largest natural harbours   Mousehole, a quaint fishing village off the rugged
           which was home to the Royal Navy Fleet in the        coast of South Devon with a cave in its cliffs (like a
           region in World War II, and the Naval Dockyard!      mouse hole) and a collection of different coloured
                                                                matchsticks from their travels on the Continent.
                   I was 11 years old in 1963. My father, Dr.
                                                                They played  music  brought from England and
           Lakshman Lecamwasam, a  Physician in Galle
                                                                Europe. I well remember a beautiful record (these
           Hospital had died  suddenly and prematurely
                                                                were pre-cassette days) from Sweden.
           in 1959 and his younger brother, Priya,  had
           returned to rejoin the Royal  Ceylon Navy after             My uncle recorded, on concealed long spool
           training  in England  in  Dartmouth,  Devon and      tapes, our excited chatter and cries of delight on
           Manadon in Portsmouth. He was married to my          our voyage of discovery through the house to the
           mother’s younger sister, Kanthi. They did not have   large hall  area,  beautifully carpeted and  ornate
           children at the time and were like second parents    with  elegant Navy furniture to the viewing area
           to my younger brother Lasath and me, giving us       showing  off  Trinco.’s greatest treasure – it’s
           both some of the happiest and most memorable         stunningly scenic  beautiful  harbour surrounded
           holidays in our lives. This article is a testament   by low hills with forested shores. My uncle later
           and tribute to their kindness and hospitality.       carried  me on his shoulders  for a  better view
                                                                from the front of the house – now precious and
                   My mother  Chitra, younger brother  and
                                                                enshrined  in my memory forever  – many boats
           I made the very  long journey from Colombo
                                                                and ships on peaceful blue waters on a cloudless
           in our faithful  Austin Cambridge  A55 to the
                                                                day framed by beautiful scenery seen through the
           Dockyard.  From  the imposing  Main Gate, it
                                                                profusion of trees – Palmyrah, Mango, Tamarind
           seemed like entering a different world – a little
                                                                (Siyambala), Margosa (Kohomba), and Massan –
           bit of England. The roads were solid, smooth and
                                                                even the vegetation had a characteristic ‘Trinco’
           superb, completely pot-hole free, unlike the roads
                                                                freshness and fragrance.
           elsewhere. The whole base was immaculately neat
           and tidy with clearly marked road signs. As we got          Over the next 8 years (63-71) my formative
           closer to our destination, going  up  Drummond       years were to be in the Dockyard during school
           Hill,  my uncle’s  house,  the ominously named       holidays. Such a privileged boyhood in one of the
           Cobra Cottage (yes, there had been a cobra coiled    most exclusive and secluded reserves at the time
           up in the wooden louvre windows), one noticed        in Ceylon. In 1963 the Navy was commanded by
           the names of the houses – Bay View, Marine View,     Commodore Rajan  Kadirgamar, the Captain of
           Pepperpot Cottage,  Forestside,  Pellew  House,      the  Navy  (C.of.N.),  an  imposing  thickset  figure
           Emerald House,  Belfry House,  Norfolk  House,       respected by all. Since I only saw him at parades,
           Puget House and even Honeymoon Cottage – all         he always seemed to be in sunglasses resplendent
           delightfully quaint and English.                     in uniform with gold  braid (‘scrambled  eggs’ in
                                                                Navy parlance) on his cap and gold epaulettes. It
                   Cobra Cottage was a sprawling old colonial
                                                                was easy to see he was the Boss surrounded by top
           house  on  high  ground  overlooking the harbour
                                                                brass. His deputy at the time was Captain Victor
           with corridors all over, built in spacious, gracious
                                                                Hunter who looked like an English officer. In fact,
           times and I felt a very suitable accommodation for
                                                                this was the time when there were many Burgher
           my uncle, a Lieutenant in the Navy’s Engineering
                                                                officers  in  the  Navy.  Names  such  as  Ingleton,
           Department.
                                                                Caspersz,    Thiedeman,     Marshall,    Henricus,

                                                                Koelmayer, Nathanielz and Balthazar  were
                   As he returned only recently from England
                                                                common. Even Sinhalese Tamil and names were
           with  his wife, Kanthi,  even their house seemed
                                                                sometimes  Anglicized  affectionately, e.g. ‘Rastus’
           ‘English’ with cutlery and crockery and beautiful
                                                                for Rasiah and ‘Amby’ for Ambalavanar. The Navy
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