JACQUELIN SINGH, Faculty
posted 6 February 2019
We were just informed that former English teacher and alumni favorite, Mrs. Jacquelin Singh, passed away
on Monday, 5 February 2019 in California. We have permission to report that her doctor believes it was from
a burst aneurysm on a heart valve. May God bless this wonderful woman.
Message from the AES Director
Celebration of Life (Memorial Announcement) posted 18 February 2019
posted 15 June 2015
I'm thinking of the AIS/AES 2015 Reunion next month. Thought this photo might interest some folks. it's me holding up an ink drawing made by former student, John Blee, (Class of 1966) almost 50 years ago!
I schlepped it all the way from Chandigarh to Dublin, California, last October, because I always liked it so much. If I remember correctly it was a design for our erstwhile literary magazine at AIS called "Focus."
- from Jacquelin Singh (Former English Teacher)
posted 16 February 2015
Happy to announce Mrs. Jacquelin Singh (Former
AIS/AES Faculty Member) has published a new book!
"Majra, my eBook venture is now published online at Smashwords and ready for immediate sampling and purchase. It will appear "out there" in the wider market-
place within a fortnight, I'm told."
Read more about Majra here
AT HOME AND ABROAD
posted 6 January 2015
Ever wondered what the Latin expression "Domiac Floris" (sic) on our alumni association seal meant? Here are the responses we received upon inquiring:
JENN ELIOT (AES Communications Director): "Hi, Mary, Got to the bottom of the mystery. The language on the AES seal is actually Domi ac Foris, which means 'at
home and abroad.' Somehow those first two words became combined." Jenn also stated that although they are not changing the school seal, they are "upgrading" it and will let us know when it's done. The current school seal (photo on left) was contributed by the school.
MRS. JACQUELIN SINGH (Former English Teacher): "Thanks so much for your email, Mary Williamson. And here goes the "history" of the AES logo! First of all, the Latin phrase Domi ac Foris means "at home and abroad" -- which kind of fits AES, or simply AS -- The American School -- as it was called back in 1958-59. The design itself was left to two of us teachers to produce something: Willa Gupta -- who is still alive and well and living in South Laguna, Calif., and myself.
It so happened a pair of hippies were staying for awhile in the backyard of Willa's husband's family home at the time on what is now Tolstoy Marg, very near Connaught Place in New Delhi. The hippie couple were interested in making some money, so were hired -- on their assurance that they were capable of designing a nice logo. They came up with what we have today, which is an entirely satisfactory design. With my 5 years of Latin, it was given to me to select a suitable slogan."
(Update: The Latin spelling on the AIS/AES Alumni Association seal has since been corrected!)
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posted 15 December 2014
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Dear Family and Friends,
It's time again to touch base with one and all and to send out greetings of "comfort and joy" for the New Year. I'll work in a little belated Thanksgiving, too, as I have so many of you to be grateful to. You've given your love and support when I most needed it, and have made smooth my journey (quite literally as well as psychologically) from one life to another.
Many of you know that after Ranjit, my husband of 64 years, passed away last August, I closed down the Chandigarh house and moved back to California, where I started from in 1950. Ever since October 13, when our flight from Delhi landed at San Francisco, younger daughter Jo, her husband Vince, granddaughter Stella (15) and grandson Nicholas (12) have welcomed me as one of the family in Dublin, California. I'd forgotten how beautiful the S.F.Bay area is. And It's wonderful to be around teenagers again: I always loved 'em. All this has eased the transition from life in India with its variety, color, spontaneity, sense of antiquity,"taking- things- easy" mood, and occasional craziness to American orderliness, understatement, dependability, young people multi-tasking their way through each day, and an" in-a-hurry" culture driven by Speed. I sorely miss the relationships and friends left behind. So many shared times of joys and sorrows that make up life keep me bound in spirit. At the same time, being back with "blood kin" , as my long ago South Carolina ancestors would have put it, is an indescribable pleasure. It seems I'm doomed to missing folks wherever I am! And Ranjit has taken half of me away with him.
You may be curious about my day-to-day living here, so different from what I was used to in India. Jo works full time as an accountant from her office at home, Vince is away at his office, and the children are at school all day. Since I'm fairly handicapped, being unable to leave the house on my own, I've hired some caregivers on a flexible day-to-basis to accompany me on errands and various appointments in town. I find going forth into the world on a regular basis important! My favorite caregiver is a tall, strong, cheerful woman from Nigeria, a single mother of 3 teenagers who has lived in the U.S. 15 years. She's excellent in her work. We have long talks about all sorts of things; she's wise, affectionate, and great company.
As for "social life", I find email a boon. It's a way I keep in touch with so many of you in India and reminds me that the "dream-like " days we shared in New Delhi and later Chandigarh were real. It's also a way of reuniting with old friends and relatives here in the United States. One early childhood playmate who lives in Oregon is my sole living connection to that time. Barbara and I have grand chats remembering her Scottish mom baking us "chess cakes" while we two exchanged movie star paper dolls during the long summer vacation afternoons. Now we're both 89.
Life is wonderful.
Wishing you peace and contentment in the coming year.
Love, Jacquelin Singh
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From Jacquelin Singh (Faculty)
posted 6 September 2014
Dear Family and Friends,
My husband, best friend, and companion for 64 years passed away on August 26, 2014, in Chandigarh. After a long illness that was mercifully painless his passing was peaceful as our four children and I gathered at his bedside and saw him through his final, gentle breaths. He was 93.
Our retirement days were brightened by happy memories of all of you and of the great times we shared together. I am about to leave the country that has been "home" to me since 1950, and that opened its arms to me, a "stranger". I shall soon find saying good-bye difficult indeed to so many lasting relationships as I prepare to leave before month's end. Yet, when one door closes, another opens as I return to where I came from. I go forth to what future remains to me in California where my journey began with curiosity and a sense of adventure. And I shall enjoy resuming relationships at close quarters that for many decades survived the daunting distance of 10 thousand miles.
Love to you all, each and every one.
posted July 2013
Once I read the list of AIS/AES alumni attending (or seriously thinking of attending) the West Coast Reunion in Tacoma, a whole galaxy of familiar teenage faces emerged. I wanted to be at the reunion too! I wanted to be there in my 35-year-old avatar, the one those teenagers would recognize.
The imagination, alas, loses out to reality. So the next best thing to being there is for me to say "hi!" to each and every one of you through this missive. I especially want to send my greetings to those who attended the school during the years 1958-74, many of them "veterans" who endured uncomplainingly the old Taj's leaky classrooms during the monsoons, the cramped quarters, and uncertain air-conditioning.
I remember the kids on the first basketball team, the others who started the Taj Times newspaper, and still others who produced the school's first literary magazine, Focus. I have the original design John Blee produced for the first cover. And then there was the first yearbook, a "homemade" affair named Flashback. Budding thespians staged plays, like The Diary of Anne Frank, and The Night of January 16; musicians and singers presented memorable performances. For a time, the Boarding Unit students created their own special space in the scheme of things.
Student body officers greeted President Eisenhower as he drove through the school compound, and in the course of time another such group met Jackie Kennedy on her arrival at the international airport and shook hands with her.
Above all were the ones who showed up in class every day with homework done and eager faces; there were also the ones (how I love 'em now and appreciate their questioning) who would initiate a discussion on Julius Caesar with a whine, asking: "Why do we have to read Shakespeare, anyway?"
Recently, with the terrible floods in Uttarkhund, I was reminded of how AIS students reached out to the community and, with the leadership of Ernie Campbell, a parent, organized boat trips on the raging Yamuna River one monsoon season in the Sixties to rescue villagers living literally on the edge.
I meant to keep this brief, but still have more memories to share. I'll have to save them for another time. Some of you may be in your sixties by now, or about to be. That makes you a couple of generations behind me -- to whom you are and always will be still kids.
Meanwhile, have a wonderful reunion and know that I'll be around there somewhere - in my imagination. Love to all. (Email dated July 2013)