Coonoor recent comments:

hi I am ranjith I really miss my hostel scool friends lingan pradeep Ramesh sunil ramki ajay any one see this contact 9629405476

My name is Vasanthan P R.I passed out from this school in the year 1963. I spent 6 years there and the sweet memories are still fresh in my mind. I am settled at Calicut, Kerala. With best wishes to the staff and students of the school. Vasanth.

Lamb's Rock was found and named by my great-great-great grandfather when he was exercising his soldiers in the area and the site has since been known as Lamb's Rock Viewpoint. There is a 330 metre drop beneath this rock. It is located about nine kilometres from Coonoor, a viewpoint on a high precipice. The point offers stunning views of the Coimbatore plains and the coffee and tea estates on the slopes.

Hi Iamm Radhakrishnan xi-c of 1976 sslc batch. While finishing bro.antony was d headmaster.any able to recognize me contact 9995428789

I hope my friends, M.P. Janardhanan is still around in Coonoor and he sees this post. I request him to write to me. Anyone knowing him could also ask him to get in touch with me. He was working for Agricultural Income Tax in Mount Plesant, coonoor. I am in Mumbai now and he knows it

hi, studied here in the year 1963 to 1969. Great place to have studied. Alma Mater. All best wishes to current students.

Wowwww. That was really a wonderful place . Did my schooling there . I still miss my school . My principal Sr.Leema . Hail to our happy school days .

Swaliha Manzil, Mohd Ismailcnr

Studied here for three wonderful years. Consider it as a launch pad for my life. Had great friends, teachers and environment. Passed SSLC in 1972. Since then I did not have connection with the school. I am back to my roots. If somebody can recognize please get in touch.

NICE PLACE

My name is Cyril REVEL .My brother and I were day students (liviing down the road) between 1954 ti 1957 when we moved to Breeks in Ooty and SJC in Coonoor. The names of the teachers were Miss Banks and Head Mistress Miss Hall. The student names I recall were my classmate Julia Anne Major (from the US) and the Cooksey brothers as well as Raymond who had a scarf on his head. I visited the school this december 2014. Much remains the same in good condition except the pool and play gound which are unkept.. I now live in Montreal, Canada

Hi Uta. I do remember your name for sure. I was Heather Coles and probably about 1 year younger than you. The log swing was a favorite past time as was climbing the tall trees near the top pitch (top field). The swimming pool was very green and cold! You would remember marching to church in a long line of pairs ...crocodile! Winter uniforms included knit berets and summer uniforms white bowler hats! So many memories. I wish I had more pictures!

Thank you Dr Ajit for facilitating the first public presentation of Trauma Releasing Exercises (TRE) in India last Sunday. Little pebbles in a very big pond will make a huge difference and offer affordable (free) help where it matters most. With warm regards from Raymond Lambert (Dublin, Ireland)

The lower part of Coonoor is officially named Lower Coonoor, (Coonoor 2) ,The upper part is Upper Coonoor ,(Coonoor 1) , We owned properties adjacent to the Coonoor Club, on Club Road , since 1870 and still do,

Hello Alexander, I was at Hebron from 1956 to 1966. I do remember a couple by the last name Ravenhill but I don't know if they were the same ones that are related to you.

Hello Uta. I was at Hebron from 1956 -1966, so I was there when you were.

Hello: My father and mother - in -law were at Hebron School in 1963. Their names are Godfrey and Phyllis Ravenhill. Phyllis taught art at the school. Godfrey was a missionary. Two of their children were students at the school__ Elizabeth and Paul. Another daughter , Sheila , attended there in the afternoons only. She was too young to be a full time student. Godfrey and Phyllis are both dead now. My name is Alexander Cameron. I am Sheila's husband. All the Ravenhills now live in Canada, as do Sheila and I. Regards A.Cameron.

Hi Uta, I am Isabel Evans (nee Havard). I was at Hebron when it was in Coonoor from 1963 to 1970 age 5 to 13 approx so our times overlapped. I was ill in 1965 age 8, under the care of Drs Tovey and Bell in the Mary Calvert Holdsworth Memeorial Hospital, Mysore. My illness was later diagnosed as Polio but I remember another girl being seriously ill with Dysentry at the same time as me, in the Mysore hospital. She too nearly died from her illness so maybe it was her you remember. I can't remember her name I'm sorry, I wish I did. Her family had to return to their home country soon after to enable her to recover further from her illness whilst I returned to Hebron, staying with my mother who became temporary Matron of Staines dorm for about a term. Later I had surgery from an American orthopaedic surgeon (Dr Ghast?) who was visiting India, to help counteract some of the effects I had from my Polio illness. I remember the log swing with great affection too as well as the songs you mention. There were others I vaguely recall; something about 'I hate Latin I hate French I hate sitting on a rut put bench'. Then there was the school anthem ' Deo supremo our motto, Deo supemremo our aim, of Hebron our alma matta, Hebron the school we aclaim. Up on the hills so charming, up on the mountains height ... ' I couldn't remeber the rest but my sister wrote it in a letter which my Dad kept! The rest is: 'All in the rounds of learning, On in the paths of right.' Finally, when counting down the days to term end we used to sing 'x more days to go, x more days of sorrow, x more days in this old dump and I'll be home tomorrow!' Thanks for sharing this page and your membories. Isabel.

Yes. I have gone through the book by Govind Krishnan on the Nilgiri Mountain Railway and can endorse to the many interesting facts, figures and authentic information given therein. One should possess this copy for knowing almost completely the working of this type of railway almost in our own backyard. Pictures are superb and the links given in FB are an interesting feast to the eye.