The house as it looks in the present day.
The entrance with Denis’ official photo
The garden – one of the angles
There is a classroom on the verandah where we would gather
The dining area on the verandah. They have kept all the old furniture in good shape.
Extensive plantings along the wall.
Deborah in the garden.
Fruit gathered from the trees all around the garden.
Laden with fruit.
The porch with nice stone paving.
Festive looking flowers, just enjoying the sun’s warmth.
Some of the girls with Mother Teresa. Years ago my parents asked me to make the covers for these chairs. Felt so nostalgic.
It is a simple yet comfortable home for these girls from destitute families. They were a laughing and energetic crowd.
We took white roses to plant near the grave.
Prayers near the grave.
All of us after the prayers were said.
The sweet, kind people who look after the place with Deborah.
They grow vegetables for their kitchen on this side.
Sun-loving plants and a Christmas Tree.
A peaceful resting place.
Nearby is the grave of Denis’ beloved dog Max. The words describe him: Brave, Happy
After Mass and prayers at the grave we had a wonderful breakfast. My niece Arati, her Mom my sister Jeanne, Mother Teresa, Mushtaq, our taxi driver and Debbie. They were so hospitable and affectionate.
I took this close-up of an appam. Gosh, they were delicious.
Then on the road to Hyderabad where I took this photo of an autorickshaw. This was a pleasant and nostalgic visit to a city and a village which has a dear place in our hearts.