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Looking for friends from Amporaha camp in Nosy Be
Thanks, Martine, for bringing back those great memories! ... despite the events!!!
If it doesn’t bother Francis and our other friends, I also have some printed photos from the parties organized at the cité!!
Have a good day
Cheers
Looking for friends from Amporaha camp in Nosy-Be
Hi Martine,
I’m so happy to see you here on this amazing site. You’re lucky with those photos... ours are slides, and we’ll have to put them on a CD to share them with everyone!!!! But I don’t know how to do it!?
Have you seen any other people you know from Cité Foch in Tana?
Have a great day!
Big kisses,
Cathy
Looking for friends from Amporaha camp in Nosy Be
hi everyone,
could anyone tell me if the ivato-nosybe site is accessible now?
have a great day,
cathy
Looking for friends from the Amporaha camp in Nosy-Be
hello everyone
I’m so moved rereading all these messages... so many memories coming back to me.
I’m Catherine, the daughter of Adjutant Vancel (1971–1973). We were at the camp in July 1972, and we were a bit "privileged" because we stayed an extra week: Dad had received "orders" from Captain Nefiolov to take care of the camp’s generators!
I remember the wonderful, lively evenings: coconut bowling contests, and forfeits for the losers (singing a song with your partner, doing skits, finding your husband’s knees with your eyes closed, "touching" Nelson’s eye, and so many more...). The costume parties where everyone played along—officers or not—including Colonels Perron and Cazaillet, Commanders Etchebard and Pallardi, Captain Nefiolov, and their families, as well as the Juso, Pozzo, Joly, Rollet, and Madelin families.
He was the one who took us to "visit" the islet in the Espadon.
With "his men," they’d go fishing and bring back fish, lobsters, and even a turtle once.
That year, a dolphin washed up on the beach, and despite efforts to return it to the open sea, it came back to die on the shore. My only bad memory from those vacations.
I also remember one of the Emile boys climbing the coconut tree to "pick" coconuts for us, Mrs. Emile’s delicious meals, the jam sandwiches we’d trade for seashells, and her husband’s truck rides into "town" to buy souvenirs (we’d pass by ylang-ylang fields and coffee plants). You see, it was true paradise. It remains—and will always be—my best vacation!
In 1973, Dad was among the men who dismantled the camp... the end of an era!
See you soon,
Cathy
I’m so moved rereading all these messages... so many memories coming back to me.
I’m Catherine, the daughter of Adjutant Vancel (1971–1973). We were at the camp in July 1972, and we were a bit "privileged" because we stayed an extra week: Dad had received "orders" from Captain Nefiolov to take care of the camp’s generators!
I remember the wonderful, lively evenings: coconut bowling contests, and forfeits for the losers (singing a song with your partner, doing skits, finding your husband’s knees with your eyes closed, "touching" Nelson’s eye, and so many more...). The costume parties where everyone played along—officers or not—including Colonels Perron and Cazaillet, Commanders Etchebard and Pallardi, Captain Nefiolov, and their families, as well as the Juso, Pozzo, Joly, Rollet, and Madelin families.
He was the one who took us to "visit" the islet in the Espadon.
With "his men," they’d go fishing and bring back fish, lobsters, and even a turtle once.
That year, a dolphin washed up on the beach, and despite efforts to return it to the open sea, it came back to die on the shore. My only bad memory from those vacations.
I also remember one of the Emile boys climbing the coconut tree to "pick" coconuts for us, Mrs. Emile’s delicious meals, the jam sandwiches we’d trade for seashells, and her husband’s truck rides into "town" to buy souvenirs (we’d pass by ylang-ylang fields and coffee plants). You see, it was true paradise. It remains—and will always be—my best vacation!
In 1973, Dad was among the men who dismantled the camp... the end of an era!
See you soon,
Cathy
