In May 1941, the Nuwara Eliya district was rocked by the news of the dastardly murder of the Superintendent on Stellenberg Estate Pupuressa, Mr. George Pope. In an article which I wrote about ten years ago titled "Tales from the Thotum" I wrote about this crime in detail. I subsequently changed the title to "Marked for Murder". His murder, the quick work by the police in arresting the accused, and the subsequent trial which followed which was heard by one of the most eminent judges of the time Justice Soertsz, ..... Read More
There was once a gala sit-down dinner at the club, where name tags were placed on the tables for the guests. Garry did a scrutiny and moved ‘Laughing Laki’s tag next to his place tag. Whilst she was engrossed in a hilarious conversation with her neighbour on the other side, Garry took her soup spoon and put it in her handbag which was near at hand. Read More
This is the story of the life and work of Lambert Wilson Perera, written by his youngest son Brian and lovingly remembered by his five children.
I thought we will be doing him and our beloved Island a disservice if we didn’t document the various accomplishments of this powerful man. He was a ground-breaking man on so many levels. His strong personality was well-known in the plantation industry. Read More
Ceylon Tea's nutty and malty flavor is absolutely delicious. It has quickly become a household favorite as it works so well as hot tea and iced tea. It is even known to work well as milk tea.
The best thing about Ceylon tea is that it is an absolute treat when paired with rich and savory dishes. These 4 dishes work perfectly when paired, and are a must try, with Ceylon tea. Read More
Almost eight decades ago a young man from a well-to-do and prominent Anglican family in Moratuwa, considering and then dismissing both the priesthood and higher education as post-school options, decided to become a planter. Read More
I first set eyes on the larger than life character of Michael J. De Zoysa, sporting an imposing “afro mop” as a 16-year-old schoolboy, when he picked me up from my parents’ house on Castle Street to play cricket for the SSC in a Division III game. We hit it off from day one and thus began a 40-year long friendship – he was mentor, boss and spiritual guide in later years. I called him “Mike” as everyone at the SSC called him by that name. Ironically before that day ..... Read More