It was to be 21 year old Jenny Stevens first day at work. She had graduated as a Secretary following a two year course at the Secretarial College a few months ago. Her dream had finally been fulfilled, well, partly at least. She still had to find a job. She had filed several applications for secretarial job vacancies appearing in the papers. But she received no feed-back. As the days passed into weeks and the weeks into months, she began to lose heart. Her dream would not be fulfilled after all. In her depressive mood Jenny lamented with her Mum – “Don’t you think that life is strange Mum? I had studied so hard, obtained my certificate, yet I am being turned down everywhere!”
Her Mum sympathized with her daughter, especially knowing the sacrifices she had endured to qualify. “Life is full of surprises my dear. One can never be sure of anything in this world. It is wise to take each day as it comes. But your day will come.”
It was some days later that she noticed an advert for a secretary with Johnson’s Import & Export Company Ltd. She put her application immediately but with not many expectations. She was however surprised and jubilant when they requested her to call at their offices for an interview.
On her way for her first day at work at Johnson’s she recalled when she had sat for the interview. She had faced the three partners of the Company who asked her many questions and observed her closely to assess her suitability for the post. The older man, the Chairman of the Company, appeared not to favour her very much.
He had told her that they would prefer an older girl with experience rather than a young one who was after her first job. He could not be blunter than that! But Jenny got the job nevertheless. As Secretary to Mr. Johnson himself, the Chairman of the Company! Apparently, on the insistence of the other directors, it was agreed that she be given a chance to prove herself. She was determined to prove Mr. Johnson wrong and the other partners right. On this, her first day at the office therefore, she wanted to give a very good impression of herself, especially to Mr. Johnson – dress her best, hair in place, arrive early. She took out her car from the garage and, to avoid the early morning traffic, headed for the ring road from where she would take the one leading directly to the company offices. It was normally a three-quarter of an hour trip.
But half way down the motorway she saw what appeared at first glance to be an accident of sort – a stationery car on the wayside and a woman with her head slumped on the steering wheel. She stopped immediately and went to her aid. She opened the car door, looked at the woman, an elderly one, and saw that she was unconscious. She felt her pulse. It was not beating. Her heart must have stopped. Without losing any time, she phoned emergency to the ambulance services and the Police. Then she laid the well-dressed woman on the ground and commenced to give her mouth-to-mouth artificial respiration. She had a life-saving certificate from her girl guides days and knew what to do in such circumstances.
Jenny repeated the process at intervals, trying with all her will power to breathe life into the lungs of the unfortunate woman. It was a trying process but she continued without losing heart. Time was of utmost importance. It was a question of life and death.
Then, when she was about to stop, she felt the woman’s chest heave. She was coming to. Her heart started beating again, slowly at first and then more rapidly.
Some cars had by now stopped, their drivers looking at the scene and offered their help. But Jenny was now in control of the situation. Then the Ambulance and the Police cars screeched to a halt beside her. Out came the paramedics with the stretcher. She explained to both Police and paramedics what had happened. The paramedics told her that her immediate response in giving her artificial respiration had definitely saved the woman’s life. Then they transferred the woman to the ambulance and sped to the nearest hospital. The Police then took Jenny’s personal details for their report. Still in a state of shock, she went back to her car, rested for a few minutes, arranged her hair in the car mirror, dusted down her clothes, started the car and continued her journey to the office.
Her first day. And what a day!! She looked at her watch. It was now 10 am. She would be more than an hour late at least. What would Mr. Johnson say? She expected to be given a dressing- down at least or be fired on the spot. She worried what fate awaited her.
She arrived at the office breathless, saw the receptionist busy on the telephone, murmured “Good Morning” and sat down on a chair waiting for her to finish the call. When the receptionist hang down the phone, Jenny informed her that she was the new Secretary to the Chairman, apologized for being late as she had met a car accident on the way and enquired whether Mr. Johnson had asked for her. The receptionist welcomed her to the office but told her that Mr. Johnson had not arrived yet. Jenny felt relief. Thank the Lord! Mr. Johnson would find her at her desk when he arrives and he would be none the wiser that she came late. The receptionist looked at her, saw her somewhat disheveled and informed her that she could use the bathroom if she wished. Jenny grasped the opportunity with both hands. She definitely needed to put on some make-up and do her hair properly. When she came out of the bathroom, the receptionist accompanied her to her office and made her a cup of tea. Jenny looked at the office, it seemed nice and comfortable. But would she be here tomorrow?
An hour later she heard Mr. Johnson come in and head straight to his office. He buzzed her immediately and Jenny entered his office. With a smile on her face she murmured – “Good morning Mr. Johnson” The Chairman looked somewhat agitated. He told her that he was delayed because his wife had been admitted to hospital earlier this morning but is now well and should be discharged later this morning.
“Miss Stevens”, he continued, “Contact the Police and get the details of the young woman who apparently gave my wife artificial respiration while she was unconscious in her car on the ring road. We are both indebted to her and wish to meet her and thank her personally for saving my wife’s life!”
Miktuba minn Fiona Vella
Għall-ewwel, fil-11 ta’ Frar 1823, kollox kien miexi ħarir u kif suppost. It-tfal inġabru bħas-soltu u ttieħdu jisimgħu quddiesa l-Furjana. Madanakollu, did-darba, iċ-ċerimonja damet ma ntemmet siegħa aktar mis-soltu u għalhekk meta dawn it-tfal twasslu sal-Knisja ta’ Ġieżu, il-festeġġjamenti tal-Karnival kienu laħqu spiċċaw. B’hekk, il-wasla tagħhom ħabtet mal-ħin meta n-nies li kienu qed jieħdu sehem fil-briju tal-Karnival, bdew jirritornaw lejn djarhom. U l-bużillis inqala’ meta numru ta’ tfal u adulti oħra li saru jafu b’din l-attività f’Ta’ Ġieżu, tħalltu baxx baxx mat-tfal l-oħra bil-ħsieb li jieħdu xi ħaġa anki huma.
Infatti, numru ta’ tfal inħarrġu barra t-triq mejta, oħrajn b’ħass ħażin kbir fuqhom u oħrajn fi stat pjuttost ħażin. Eventwalment instab illi 110 tifel tal-età bejn it-8 u l-15 il-sena kienu mietu fgati billi ġew magħfusa fi spazju żgħir jew minħabba li ntrifsu waqt il-konfużjoni li nqalgħet.
Fil-fatt, huwa pprovdini b’immaġni tal-antenat tiegħu, il-Markiż Giuseppe De Piro li dakinhar tal-inċident, kien qed imexxi lir-reġiment tas-suldati tar-Royal Malta Fencible. Barra minn hekk, huwa għaddieli wkoll ritratt tal-Ġeneral Sir George Whitmore flimkien ma’ illustrazzjoni antika li probabbilment turi din it-traġedja, li pinġha l-ġeneral stess, peress li hu kien qed iservi f’pajjiżna f’dak il-perjodu.
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Għalhekk dak il-ħin stess Joseph qatagħha li jiġi Malta u jipproponi ż-żwieġ lil Teresa. Jekk tgħidlu le, kien deċiż jerġa’ lura lejn l-Awstralja għal dejjem. Fittex l-għajnuna u immobilizza xi qraba u ġirien tagħha biex jgħaddulu kelma ma’ ommha. Qalilhom li hu kien għadu interessat f’Teresa.
Jiftakru li l-karozzi għat-tieġ krewhom mingħand tal-Coronation Bar. Bħala sala, krew waħda f’Ħaż-Żebbuġ fl-istess triq fejn kienet toqgħod Teresa, u kellhom ukoll orkestra għad-daqq u żfin. Kien iż-żmien li kienet għadha qed tidħol f’Malta l-użanza tal-wedding cake u, għax kellhom wieħed, kienet qisha xi ħaġa kbira għall-mistednin.
F’għeluq il-50 sena miż-żwieġ tagħhom, uliedhom li għadhom Malta għamlulhom sorpriża. Għat-8 ta’ Frar 2009, li nzerta l-Ħadd u għalhekk eżatt bħal fit-tieġ tagħhom, organizzaw għalihom il-quddiesa tal-11 ta’ filgħodu fil-knisja ta’ San Filep, fejn kienu żżewġu. F’dak il-ħin kien hemm ħafna nies, u xħin Joseph u Teresa daħlu l-knisja sabu għalihom żewġ siġġijiet bil-bellus aħmar armati fin-nofs quddiem l-artal, bħal ta’ żewġ għarajjes friski. Għall-ewwel Teresa tgħidx kemm stħat, iżda s-sens ċajtier ta’ Joseph għamlilha l-kuraġġ u kollox mexa kif suppost. Dun Alfred Agius qaddes il-quddiesa b’radd ta’ ħajr għal kull m’ghamel Alla għalihom tul dawn is-snin kollha, u għamlilhom diskors tal-omelija li apprezzaw ħafna. Wara, il-familja marret flimkien għal ikla f’ristorant.
minn Charles B. Spiteri
Thomas, ta’ 48 sena qal li x-xebh tant hu qawwi li spiċċa biex għamel kuntatt mal-produttur tal-ġugarelli Daniż u qallu li spiċċa bi sħabu kollha jinkuh fuq ix-xogħol.
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Carmen tirrakkonta li ma’ ommha ma tantx kienet iġġibha żewġ, iżda missierha kien taz-zokkor, jifhimha ferm u jipprova jikkuntentaha. Għalhekk bagħtet ittra lil Joe, tgħidlu b’dak kollu li xtaqet ommha.
Fis-sala kellhom ukoll grupp orkestrali magħmul minn ħames mużiċisti. Kien jismu The Gatt 5, immexxi minn Charles ‘City’ Gatt u l-kantant ma kien ħadd għajr Anġlu Fenech, ħabib tal-familja Camilleri u aktar tard Segretarju Ġenerali tal-GWU.
Huma jaqblu li fi żmien it-tfulija tagħhom, huma kienu jilagħbu bix-xejn. Joe isostni li l-footballers kollha tal-Mosta Football Club kollha telgħu mill-Oratorju tal-lokal. Illum, biex tifel ċkejken jattendi Nursery, il-ġenituri tiegħu jridu jħallsu. Jemmnu wkoll li fi żmienhom, iż-żgħażagħ kienu lkoll ferħana. Illum, lit-tfal tasal tagħtihom kulma jridu u xorta qishom ma jieħdu gost b’xejn. Carmen issotni li minkejja li llum trabbi l-istess, it-tfal jitilgħu b’mod differenti. Temmen li l-ħajja tbiddlet u ċ-ċirkustanzi tal-ħajja wasslu biex biddlu l-ħajja tat-tfal.
minn Charles B. Spiteri
Fuq dan l-imbierek ‘Jack the Ripper’ inkitbu aktar minn 300 ktieb u tużżani ta’ filmati u programmi televiżivi. Bejniethom semmew aktar minn mitt raġel differenti, li seta’ kien il-qattiel u dan għamluh bl-inqas xhieda possibbli. Skont ma dejjem ingħad, il-qattiel qatel u ħanxar gerżumt ħames nisa u wara qalagħhom imsarinhom. Dejjem kien rappurtat li l-qtil sar fit-toroq ta’ Whitechapel, li kienu mixgħulin b’lampi tal-gass.
Fil-ħajja ta’ ġiri u ġenn, infiq u tberbiq, titkaxkar iżjed biex tixtri u jkollok milli tagħmel inti.
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Damu għarajjes erba’ snin peress li omm Marlene ma ridithiex tiżżewweġ żgħira. Allura stenniet sa ma kellha 21 sena u għamlu d-data. Darba, b’kumbinazzjoni, waqt li Marlene kienet qed tqalleb ġurnal, lemħet avviż ta’ post fil-Furjana, għall-kiri, faċċata tal-Port il-Kbir. Qalet bih lil Joe u mill-ewwel kitbet fl-indirizz li kien hemm.
Iż-żwieġ tagħhom sar il-ġimgħa filgħodu, tas-6 ta’ Jannar, 1967, jum l-Epifanija, li kienet festa kmandata. Sar fil-knisja arċipretali San Publiju, l-Furjana u l-festin kien fil-Lukanda Phoenicia. Kien daqqilhom il-grupp ta’ Vinnie Vella u ibnu Vinnie Jr. kien kantalhom.
Miktuba minn Fiona Vella
Abela Medici poġġieli f’idejja t-tieni volum li għadu kif ħareġ – Maltese Picture Postcards: The Definitive Catalogue (Volume 2: The Divided Backs 1904-1914 (A-G)).