Charles Schokman
It was in the early fifties at the age of twenty-one I used to ride my bicycle from Dematagoda all the way to Bambalapitiya to visit friends living down Lorensz Rd. It was quite a distance but worth the ride.
Vale Maureen Hingert – mrober137@gmail.com – Gmail
Down that street lived Maureen Hingert and whenever she saw me pass her home, she never failed to greet me with a smile or say hello.
She, though a mere stranger, was happy to make her acquaintance with me. This kind gesture of hers and endearing ways left a lasting mark in my life.






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