WOW, I can’t believe I found this site. I went to school at SBS from summer of 1965 to the summer 1967, ( until right after the 1967 War when all us White people had to get the hell out.) I remember being in class when there was a “dog fight” above the school, over Beirut, between a Syrian jet and an Israeli Jet. The teacher in the class room at the time (I want to say Father Bias, but I don’t really remember) said to get away from the windows, get on the floor….and we waited.
That was my last time in the School. We were sent home. My Dad flew the last passenger plane (Old DC-3 ) out of Beirut and we had to drive through the Palestinian refugee camps just north of the Airport. We almost didn’t make it with our “White” skins…..I remember all of it. I was more fascinated than afraid, being a young teenager everything was FUN FUN FUN.
I remember Brother (Father?) Dell teaching me (attempting to) French. I remember Father/Brother Montgomery, Father Bias, Father Leahy (Spelling). What memories!!!
I remember a class-mate, Faisal, (spelling) from Pakistan who was considered the “little boy with the big brain” and his fellow country men, John Barchum (Australian Ambassador’s son) and Andrew (Son of the Canadian Ambassador, as well as Cary Lunsford (who lives now in California).
I remember the Field Trip, summer of 1966, when the School took us to Jerusalem, Bethlehem, Hebron, Petra, etc. It was the first time I drank wine. It seems they didn’t want to feed us the local water so they fed us wine……..ah, the memories. Brother Montgomery resigned after that trip and I really felt bad. I think he fell in love and got married, HA. 1966 to 1967 was sad without him, for some reason.
1966-1967 they hired a really pretty Lady teacher. I was just “coming of age” and couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. I used to get into trouble when they would show movies and Father Bias would stick me in the corner (where I would rise up on my toes and such, wearing my “Beatle Boots” my dad brought me from London of 1966. Father Bias hated them !!!!! I got in trouble all the time !!
I loved the “dodge ball” we played in that covered area, left of the playground. I would wear out so many shoes that my dad got mad. Then there was the little candy shop, inside the playground !!! I bought those things that would make a whistle sound…..and got in trouble with Father Bias…..I remember the time the entire school would play with marbles…..What memories are flooding into my head right now and it’s been 50 years.
Hello my name is Sandra,
I went to Salesian’s School in 1975. I was in the 5th grade. I remember Mrs Saab.
All the teacher were wonderful. I remember father Leahy. He was my mentor. I remember he used to help me study for my Confirmation. He would also play ball with all us kids on the playground. ( when we rolled the ball towards him).
I have wonderful memories from that school. The Priests and teachers made school enjoyable for all of us. During this time things were bad in Beirute. There was fighting in the streets and bombing. I missed a lot of school that year because of gun fighting. The Principal of Salesian School lived across the street from me. He used to signal out his window if it was safe to go to school. Those times were interesting. However the teacher made us feel safe. God Bless Everyone.
My brothers and I were the first afro americans to attend the Salesian school, Beiruit, Lebanon between 1969 -1972. with Bro. Dell being our principal and Fra. Leahy, who was very loving and caring. Fra. Leahy used to play the game of squares with us before classes starts in the morning.
My Home room teacher was Ms. Saab in the 4th and Ms. Martha Cox in the 5th grade.
I just found a picture of my brother and I on a school trip to the airport on tour of KLM aircraft being that one of our classmates dad was a pilot for Royal Ductch Airlines.
I was a student at the Salesian boys School from 1960 to about 1963. I was a member of the Scouts led by brother Dell. Brother George, Father Bius etc. Father Bius was very good at hitting us with a tennis ball during recess.
He would also throw the black board eraser at you if you did not pay attention in class. I used to play marbles with the other kids and loved the Victoy at Sea movies they showed. I live in New Braunfels, Texas today. My picture is in the photo of the play on the web site. I’m the kid on the far left.
Great memories.
Brother Dell was indeed present in the years that my brother and I were enrolled in the school (1969-1976). Brother Dell, as well as Father Leahy, and others, played an important part in our education. We would indeed like to see more ex-students come onto the site. Richard Pratt?
Brother Dell was indeed our scout master. The memories they have provided are still cherished!
Hello to all who have connections with what was, in the 1950s, the Salesian School for Boys. I believe I can claim to have been the first, English-speaking pupil. I arrived in Beirut, aged 9, in December 1954 with my parents, on holiday from a UK boarding school, which I hated. I persuaded my parents to explore school options in Beirut. There was a French school, an American school and the Salesian School. I really don’t know why my parents chose the Salesian school because, when I started attending, there was only one English-speaking priest/teacher – whose name I cannot remember – I was 10 years old.
Very quickly, the class grew in number – I was joined by Australians (I think a New Zealander) and more British pupils. My memories of these early days at the school are imprecise, but I believe we numbered around 12 within a few weeks. I do not remember how the pupils were ‘recruited’, but I think it was by word-of-mouth in the Anglophone community in Beirut.
Initially, we were taught by Father Bius – the best and most erudite teacher I have ever known. He could draw an accurate map of the middle-east on the blackboard freehand, in seconds. He brought history to life in an inspiring way. In the playground, we used to play a game that became a great favourite. Pupils would take turns to chant:” Father Bee-eye-you-ess”. In response, Father Bius would throw a tennis ball very quickly and with great accuracy at the pupil. He often hit his target.
Baseball was the main sport. I enjoyed it and hated cricket, which was the ‘norm’ in the UK.
Not long after I started at the school (perhaps after 2 months), Brother Dell arrived from America. The Salesian order was making a real effort to meet the pupils’ needs. Brother Dell brought ’program learning’ in the form of workbooks that pupils worked through at their own pace. These books contained lessons, practice examples and final tests for each section. Pupils self-corrected the practice examples and the teacher corrected the end-of-section test. The books were based on the American grade system and it was possible to progress through more than one grade in an academic year.
Brother Dell started the boy scouts troop. Democracy prevailed. I was elected a patrol leader, did a bad job, and was replaced. We worked for ‘badges’ and wore a very correct scout uniform.
In view of the fact that the school was really an ‘Italian School’, it was natural that we were taught Italian. I now speak French and English, but have retained little Italian. The Anglophone section of the school had almost no contact with the Italian section of the school which, in retrospect, I find sad.
The school was very firmly a boys school. The photographs on the website of female pupils astonished me. There was a girls school, run by Nuns, not far away, on the other side of the Bristol Hotel. We ‘boys’ went to the girls school to rehearse for our annual concert, which took place in the girls school assembly hall. It had a ‘proper’ stage. The transition to a mixed-gender school would have been something I would have enjoyed – but it must have happened long after I left the school.
When the Suez crisis occurred, life changed forever. It spilled over into the Lebanon and acts of terrorism became common in Beirut. I had to stop attending school because travelling anywhere in Beirut was too dangerous – especially if one was British. After a few months, my parents and I departed on a Swedish cargo-passenger ship. Beirut airport had ceased to function. A few hours after we sailed from Beirut, the ship was diverted to Alexandria – not the first choice of a Scottish family after all that had happened in Suez! We spent a week below decks in Alexandria, surrounded by Soviet Union warships.
As a child, I travelled a great deal with my parents. Altogether, I attended seven schools. The Salesian school (for Boys) in Beirut was the best school I attended. I was happy, had good friends, made good academic progress and revelled in the liberal atmosphere. There was never a suggestion of corporal punishment – it was irrelevant. The worst punishment was to know you had disappointed your teacher. As a (lapsed) protestant, I was never under any pressure to participate in religious observation religion simply did not feature in the classroom.
I feel I owe a deep debt of gratitude to the Salesian order and all those who were so tolerant and accommodating. Life in Beirut was great. I had American, French, Lebanese and British friends and we enjoyed amazing freedom. Many happy days were spent at the Sporting Club, swimming and snorkelling as far as the Pigeon Rocks.
If anyone reading this would like to contact me, I have supplied my email address.
Andrew Robertson
Please let me know how I can share a black and white Salesian Boys School Grade IV Dec 1962 Christmas time photo of interest to alumni on your website or elsewhere? Brother Steve is in the picture also. I was a student at the school from 1958 to 1963.
i was at the Salesian School during the mid-sixties and a member of the Boy Scous of America (the Cobra Patrol…razzle, dazzle). friends i knew were George Abela, Albert Nahas, Charles Abyad, Richard Mantoura (familiar names for anybody?). Brother Dell was an extremly close “buddy”, and of course Father Bias. I also knew Brother Tom…i loved his catechism classes where i ended up singing songs according to Beatles tunes. ha. where has the time gone? anybody remember Harry Philby? we all wondered what his dad was up to the day he took off on a ship to Moscow!
Hi Steve, my name is Diego and I was one of the pupils in the Italian section and probably we played basket-ball together ‘cos I was there from 1963 till 1969 and with François Sargologo and Serge Kher we tried to set up this site and keep up the great memories of that particular time, as well as the pictures.
Bro. Dell is still “live and kicking” and you might find his address and his phone numbers somewhere on this page and you might find the former Brother Gunn’s article on the “Who’s Who” page I would like to ask you to answer the “seven questions” interview that you’ll find on the Three minutes with… page and if you have any photos of “those” days please send them to me (aa-section@scuola-salesiani-beirut.org) and I’ll put them online, thank you very much for your contribution.
A very sincere thanks to all of you who have been involved in creating and supporting this website. After 45 years (attended the SBS in 1965 to 1966) of holding the childhood experience of attending the Salesian Boys School as one of the fondest memories of my life, it is simply a special privilege to share time in here with those who’ve commented above — as well as view the terrific images of Brother Del and the Beirut school photos here.
If anyone has any updates on Brother Del, Brother Montgomery or Brother Gunn, it would be terrific to know where these gentlemen are today – here in March of 2011, as this message gets posted.
We are richly blessed to have any link to the Salesian Beirut school and again, many thanks for this location on the web!
Hello,
I am an ‘old boy’,1964-65, and a former teacher, 1973-75, at Salesian
School (while a grad student at AUB). Therefore, both a student and an employee of Brother Dell and Co.
I would sure appreciate it if you could provide an email contact (or Skype?) for Brother Dell if you have one. I want to say hello again after 35 years.
Have always considered my brief time at the school to have been important in my life (formative in fact). I remember the place and the people with such fondness. Bro. Dell, Fra. Bias, Fra. Mora, Fra. Leahy, Bro. Steve, Bro. Montgomery, Rade A., Arshad Q., Michael K., Haruki Y., Francis B., etc., etc.
Just come across this site, whilst researching Beirut. I was at SBS 1960 – 1963, I remember Brother Dell and Father Bias. I also being in the BSA ( Boy scouts of America ) troop that Brother Dell ran.
I’m hoping to come to visit Beirut shortly, a friend is running the Beirut marathon. I’ve not done enough training for that, but hope to do the 10km run on the same day.
I recall Brother Dell as being charismatic and an inspirational teacher. Riding round on a push-bike with an Irish tricolour mounted on the handlebars, and on another occasion Father Bias chasing everyone around the exercise yard on a motorcycle.
I was in 7th grade 1963 when I left Beirut. These were some of my classmates: Josh Vandenberg, Mike Kelberer,Kevin O’Hagan, Michael Evans, Joe Salem, Sammy?, Raymond Weber, Phillip Philby and many more. Brother Dell was our Scoutmaster Troop 1 Boy scouts of America. Father Bias was the Principal who chased us around with tennis balls. Teachers were Brother Steve, George, Thomas and Mr Walter .
My memories of the trip to Egypt, Jordan and Camp Mohawk will always linger as cherished life experiences. This site and the photos so suprised me. I left Lebanon suddenly and did not have the benefit of keeping the pictures we had.
Recently i found this adress
Brother Dell
c/o Ospedale pediatrico Bambino Gesu’
Via della Torre di Polidoro
00050 FIUMINCINO (ITALIA)
Mobile
+0039 (0)3382659338
+0039 06 68593208
Peter,
Don Bashir says Bro. is deceased for some years. It may be so, I’m not 100% sure and have written to this site hoping for more info.. I wrote Bro. Del within this past year from today. I heard back from him 2 times then nothing. Last he told me is that he a priest/chaplain at Jusu Bambino hospital in Rome.
Hi Jerry, I heard it said in Facebook’s “Beirut Salesian Buddies” that Brother Dell is contactable by email. Maybe Diego, the person looking after this website (email given in this website), knows Bro. Dell’s email. If not, maybe Francois, the creator of the Facebook group knows.
WOW, I can’t believe I found this site. I went to school at SBS from summer of 1965 to the summer 1967, ( until right after the 1967 War when all us White people had to get the hell out.) I remember being in class when there was a “dog fight” above the school, over Beirut, between a Syrian jet and an Israeli Jet. The teacher in the class room at the time (I want to say Father Bias, but I don’t really remember) said to get away from the windows, get on the floor….and we waited.
That was my last time in the School. We were sent home. My Dad flew the last passenger plane (Old DC-3 ) out of Beirut and we had to drive through the Palestinian refugee camps just north of the Airport. We almost didn’t make it with our “White” skins…..I remember all of it. I was more fascinated than afraid, being a young teenager everything was FUN FUN FUN.
I remember Brother (Father?) Dell teaching me (attempting to) French. I remember Father/Brother Montgomery, Father Bias, Father Leahy (Spelling). What memories!!!
I remember a class-mate, Faisal, (spelling) from Pakistan who was considered the “little boy with the big brain” and his fellow country men, John Barchum (Australian Ambassador’s son) and Andrew (Son of the Canadian Ambassador, as well as Cary Lunsford (who lives now in California).
I remember the Field Trip, summer of 1966, when the School took us to Jerusalem, Bethlehem, Hebron, Petra, etc. It was the first time I drank wine. It seems they didn’t want to feed us the local water so they fed us wine……..ah, the memories. Brother Montgomery resigned after that trip and I really felt bad. I think he fell in love and got married, HA. 1966 to 1967 was sad without him, for some reason.
1966-1967 they hired a really pretty Lady teacher. I was just “coming of age” and couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. I used to get into trouble when they would show movies and Father Bias would stick me in the corner (where I would rise up on my toes and such, wearing my “Beatle Boots” my dad brought me from London of 1966. Father Bias hated them !!!!! I got in trouble all the time !!
I loved the “dodge ball” we played in that covered area, left of the playground. I would wear out so many shoes that my dad got mad. Then there was the little candy shop, inside the playground !!! I bought those things that would make a whistle sound…..and got in trouble with Father Bias…..I remember the time the entire school would play with marbles…..What memories are flooding into my head right now and it’s been 50 years.
wonderful memories of growing up in Beirut
ironic how many had to depart suddenly
have kept in touch with Br George
Hello my name is Sandra,
I went to Salesian’s School in 1975. I was in the 5th grade. I remember Mrs Saab.
All the teacher were wonderful. I remember father Leahy. He was my mentor. I remember he used to help me study for my Confirmation. He would also play ball with all us kids on the playground. ( when we rolled the ball towards him).
I have wonderful memories from that school. The Priests and teachers made school enjoyable for all of us. During this time things were bad in Beirute. There was fighting in the streets and bombing. I missed a lot of school that year because of gun fighting. The Principal of Salesian School lived across the street from me. He used to signal out his window if it was safe to go to school. Those times were interesting. However the teacher made us feel safe. God Bless Everyone.
My brothers and I were the first afro americans to attend the Salesian school, Beiruit, Lebanon between 1969 -1972. with Bro. Dell being our principal and Fra. Leahy, who was very loving and caring. Fra. Leahy used to play the game of squares with us before classes starts in the morning.
My Home room teacher was Ms. Saab in the 4th and Ms. Martha Cox in the 5th grade.
I just found a picture of my brother and I on a school trip to the airport on tour of KLM aircraft being that one of our classmates dad was a pilot for Royal Ductch Airlines.
Nice memeories
I was a student at the Salesian boys School from 1960 to about 1963. I was a member of the Scouts led by brother Dell. Brother George, Father Bius etc. Father Bius was very good at hitting us with a tennis ball during recess.
He would also throw the black board eraser at you if you did not pay attention in class. I used to play marbles with the other kids and loved the Victoy at Sea movies they showed. I live in New Braunfels, Texas today. My picture is in the photo of the play on the web site. I’m the kid on the far left.
Great memories.
Brother Dell was indeed present in the years that my brother and I were enrolled in the school (1969-1976). Brother Dell, as well as Father Leahy, and others, played an important part in our education. We would indeed like to see more ex-students come onto the site. Richard Pratt?
Brother Dell was indeed our scout master. The memories they have provided are still cherished!
With thanks
Hans
Hello to all who have connections with what was, in the 1950s, the Salesian School for Boys. I believe I can claim to have been the first, English-speaking pupil. I arrived in Beirut, aged 9, in December 1954 with my parents, on holiday from a UK boarding school, which I hated. I persuaded my parents to explore school options in Beirut. There was a French school, an American school and the Salesian School. I really don’t know why my parents chose the Salesian school because, when I started attending, there was only one English-speaking priest/teacher – whose name I cannot remember – I was 10 years old.
Very quickly, the class grew in number – I was joined by Australians (I think a New Zealander) and more British pupils. My memories of these early days at the school are imprecise, but I believe we numbered around 12 within a few weeks. I do not remember how the pupils were ‘recruited’, but I think it was by word-of-mouth in the Anglophone community in Beirut.
Initially, we were taught by Father Bius – the best and most erudite teacher I have ever known. He could draw an accurate map of the middle-east on the blackboard freehand, in seconds. He brought history to life in an inspiring way. In the playground, we used to play a game that became a great favourite. Pupils would take turns to chant:” Father Bee-eye-you-ess”. In response, Father Bius would throw a tennis ball very quickly and with great accuracy at the pupil. He often hit his target.
Baseball was the main sport. I enjoyed it and hated cricket, which was the ‘norm’ in the UK.
Not long after I started at the school (perhaps after 2 months), Brother Dell arrived from America. The Salesian order was making a real effort to meet the pupils’ needs. Brother Dell brought ’program learning’ in the form of workbooks that pupils worked through at their own pace. These books contained lessons, practice examples and final tests for each section. Pupils self-corrected the practice examples and the teacher corrected the end-of-section test. The books were based on the American grade system and it was possible to progress through more than one grade in an academic year.
Brother Dell started the boy scouts troop. Democracy prevailed. I was elected a patrol leader, did a bad job, and was replaced. We worked for ‘badges’ and wore a very correct scout uniform.
In view of the fact that the school was really an ‘Italian School’, it was natural that we were taught Italian. I now speak French and English, but have retained little Italian. The Anglophone section of the school had almost no contact with the Italian section of the school which, in retrospect, I find sad.
The school was very firmly a boys school. The photographs on the website of female pupils astonished me. There was a girls school, run by Nuns, not far away, on the other side of the Bristol Hotel. We ‘boys’ went to the girls school to rehearse for our annual concert, which took place in the girls school assembly hall. It had a ‘proper’ stage. The transition to a mixed-gender school would have been something I would have enjoyed – but it must have happened long after I left the school.
When the Suez crisis occurred, life changed forever. It spilled over into the Lebanon and acts of terrorism became common in Beirut. I had to stop attending school because travelling anywhere in Beirut was too dangerous – especially if one was British. After a few months, my parents and I departed on a Swedish cargo-passenger ship. Beirut airport had ceased to function. A few hours after we sailed from Beirut, the ship was diverted to Alexandria – not the first choice of a Scottish family after all that had happened in Suez! We spent a week below decks in Alexandria, surrounded by Soviet Union warships.
As a child, I travelled a great deal with my parents. Altogether, I attended seven schools. The Salesian school (for Boys) in Beirut was the best school I attended. I was happy, had good friends, made good academic progress and revelled in the liberal atmosphere. There was never a suggestion of corporal punishment – it was irrelevant. The worst punishment was to know you had disappointed your teacher. As a (lapsed) protestant, I was never under any pressure to participate in religious observation religion simply did not feature in the classroom.
I feel I owe a deep debt of gratitude to the Salesian order and all those who were so tolerant and accommodating. Life in Beirut was great. I had American, French, Lebanese and British friends and we enjoyed amazing freedom. Many happy days were spent at the Sporting Club, swimming and snorkelling as far as the Pigeon Rocks.
If anyone reading this would like to contact me, I have supplied my email address.
Andrew Robertson
Please let me know how I can share a black and white Salesian Boys School Grade IV Dec 1962 Christmas time photo of interest to alumni on your website or elsewhere? Brother Steve is in the picture also. I was a student at the school from 1958 to 1963.
Please let me know how I can share a black and white photo of interest to alumni on your website or elsewhere? Brother Steve is in the picture also.
Milo–I was there from 1963-1964. Is there a way to get in contact with students from that time? I believe I remember you–you had wavy hair, I believe.
I really liked Father Bias–and did not Brother Dell swat our hands if we failed our French exams?
I remember Peter Donahue and Chris Basden–and Erol and his tall friend–were they not from Turkey?
I am currently in the United Arab Emirates. I may be contacted by old schoolmates at Ronald.Parkin@yahoo.com
Peace to all.
i was at the Salesian School during the mid-sixties and a member of the Boy Scous of America (the Cobra Patrol…razzle, dazzle). friends i knew were George Abela, Albert Nahas, Charles Abyad, Richard Mantoura (familiar names for anybody?). Brother Dell was an extremly close “buddy”, and of course Father Bias. I also knew Brother Tom…i loved his catechism classes where i ended up singing songs according to Beatles tunes. ha. where has the time gone? anybody remember Harry Philby? we all wondered what his dad was up to the day he took off on a ship to Moscow!
Hi Steve, my name is Diego and I was one of the pupils in the Italian section and probably we played basket-ball together ‘cos I was there from 1963 till 1969 and with François Sargologo and Serge Kher we tried to set up this site and keep up the great memories of that particular time, as well as the pictures.
Bro. Dell is still “live and kicking” and you might find his address and his phone numbers somewhere on this page and you might find the former Brother Gunn’s article on the “Who’s Who” page I would like to ask you to answer the “seven questions” interview that you’ll find on the Three minutes with… page and if you have any photos of “those” days please send them to me (aa-section@scuola-salesiani-beirut.org) and I’ll put them online, thank you very much for your contribution.
Diego Friso
A very sincere thanks to all of you who have been involved in creating and supporting this website. After 45 years (attended the SBS in 1965 to 1966) of holding the childhood experience of attending the Salesian Boys School as one of the fondest memories of my life, it is simply a special privilege to share time in here with those who’ve commented above — as well as view the terrific images of Brother Del and the Beirut school photos here.
If anyone has any updates on Brother Del, Brother Montgomery or Brother Gunn, it would be terrific to know where these gentlemen are today – here in March of 2011, as this message gets posted.
We are richly blessed to have any link to the Salesian Beirut school and again, many thanks for this location on the web!
Steve Ford
San Diego, California
Hello,
I am an ‘old boy’,1964-65, and a former teacher, 1973-75, at Salesian
School (while a grad student at AUB). Therefore, both a student and an employee of Brother Dell and Co.
I would sure appreciate it if you could provide an email contact (or Skype?) for Brother Dell if you have one. I want to say hello again after 35 years.
Have always considered my brief time at the school to have been important in my life (formative in fact). I remember the place and the people with such fondness. Bro. Dell, Fra. Bias, Fra. Mora, Fra. Leahy, Bro. Steve, Bro. Montgomery, Rade A., Arshad Q., Michael K., Haruki Y., Francis B., etc., etc.
Thanks very much,
Ren Clark
Mandeville, LA
Just come across this site, whilst researching Beirut. I was at SBS 1960 – 1963, I remember Brother Dell and Father Bias. I also being in the BSA ( Boy scouts of America ) troop that Brother Dell ran.
I’m hoping to come to visit Beirut shortly, a friend is running the Beirut marathon. I’ve not done enough training for that, but hope to do the 10km run on the same day.
I recall Brother Dell as being charismatic and an inspirational teacher. Riding round on a push-bike with an Irish tricolour mounted on the handlebars, and on another occasion Father Bias chasing everyone around the exercise yard on a motorcycle.
Is the school still there?
“Fausto Del”
I was in 7th grade 1963 when I left Beirut. These were some of my classmates: Josh Vandenberg, Mike Kelberer,Kevin O’Hagan, Michael Evans, Joe Salem, Sammy?, Raymond Weber, Phillip Philby and many more. Brother Dell was our Scoutmaster Troop 1 Boy scouts of America. Father Bias was the Principal who chased us around with tennis balls. Teachers were Brother Steve, George, Thomas and Mr Walter .
My memories of the trip to Egypt, Jordan and Camp Mohawk will always linger as cherished life experiences. This site and the photos so suprised me. I left Lebanon suddenly and did not have the benefit of keeping the pictures we had.
Thank you all, Desmond.
Recently i found this adress
Brother Dell
c/o Ospedale pediatrico Bambino Gesu’
Via della Torre di Polidoro
00050 FIUMINCINO (ITALIA)
Mobile
+0039 (0)3382659338
+0039 06 68593208
Peter,
Don Bashir says Bro. is deceased for some years. It may be so, I’m not 100% sure and have written to this site hoping for more info.. I wrote Bro. Del within this past year from today. I heard back from him 2 times then nothing. Last he told me is that he a priest/chaplain at Jusu Bambino hospital in Rome.
Brother Dell’s email is :
Del Core Fausto – faustomauro@hotmail.com
That’s the only one I have, sorry, but it worked for me…
Diego
Hi Jerry, I heard it said in Facebook’s “Beirut Salesian Buddies” that Brother Dell is contactable by email. Maybe Diego, the person looking after this website (email given in this website), knows Bro. Dell’s email. If not, maybe Francois, the creator of the Facebook group knows.
I was a student of SBS from about 1955-1962 and was a student of Brother Dell and Father Bias. Are they still around?
Bro.Dell taught me French and was my Scoutmaster in the years 1957 to 1963.
Is he still alive/contactable ?
Peter.