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Remembering, With Fondness, John P. Kimball II, JP (1948 — 2018).

by Anura Guruge

John P. Kimball II, on Jan. 1, 2003, at our wedding — he, as a JP, was our officiant.

Obituary picture.

In the Nov. 6, 2018, “Laconia Daily Sun”. Click to ENLARGE and read here. Link to original below.

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At our wedding — where he was the JP — and he had a BALL.

December 31, 2012, Wolfeboro — ‘Sea Bird’ Chinese Restaurant — 10-year anniversary of John marrying us.

I do NOT get ‘The Laconia Daily Sun‘ on a regular basis — nor do I read it online. I just happened to pick up a copy this morning, at Hannaford, when I rushed into get some salmon.

When I got home I glanced through it. Saw an obituary for someone I knew and I worked with. That gave me pause. Then this rather strange thought crossed my mind. I have never seen the obituaries of two people I have known on the same. Why that thought crossed my mind I do not know …

Turned the page and there was John’s picture. I did NOT have to look at the name.

Another STRANGE coincidence. Last week I thought about John. That I had not seen him in some time and that I should rectify that. I just don’t go to Tilton much — and that is where we used to meet.

This was sad. I knew he was older than I, but I forget how much older.

It is a shame.

John was a GOOD GUY. Heart of gold. Always ready to help. Always a grin on his face. He will be missed. He was a very generous soul.

I met him, when I joined Laconia Rotary, in 2001. He was irrepressible and was immediately your friend.

In December of 2002 we needed a JP to marry us. I was told, by another friend in Rotary, that John was a JP. I called him. He agreed at once. Later I learnt that he was quite apprehensive — it would be his first wedding and we had some elaborate rituals.

He did GREAT. He did us proud. He took it very seriously. He insisted on going and getting us our certified marriage certificate and hand delivering it.

Over the years we had some memorable dining experiences with John — at our house, Uno’s in Tilton & the ‘Sea Bird‘ in Wolfeboro.

I will miss John. I wish I had spent more time with him.

Not sure what that claim in the obituary is about dying 25-days after being diagnosed with cancer. He had numerous bouts with cancer — mainly skin cancer. I know that. I also think he had prostate cancer. But, that is all now history. A shame. But, John lived the life. Yes, he, alas, had some setbacks but he took them well in his stride. I always admired him for that.

John Kimball II
(1940 — 2018)

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by Anura Guruge

My Illustrious Paternal Grandfather — S.W.P. Guruge, J.P.

by Anura Guruge

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This is my adoptive father’s father. My grandfather — the only one I knew since my adoptive mother’s father, a Railway Station Master, died of a heart attack, while shaving, when I was 4 months old.

One of my cousin’s just posted a bunch of old pictures of Facebook. This was among them. I was glad to see it. It is a picture I remember well. My grandparents had it in their extremely modest, ‘tenement house’ in Kandy. We also had a copy at our house.

This was when my grandfather a postman — who walked and SWAM his route — was made a Justice of the Peace by the British. So this would have been prior to 1948. He is dressed in the Regelia provided, by the British, to denote his new office. Yes, there is a SWORD there on his left waist though you can’t see it that well in this picture. I, as a child, wanted that sword so bad! Right after this picture was taken, he not a rich man then (though he would go onto be one), and extremely pragmatic, sold the sword and everything else — but the jacket. He knew that he didn’t need the regalia to be a J.P.

OK. If you are wondering about the swimming — the swimming postman. He did NOT have to swim. But there was a river in the village where he had to deliver mail. I could be WRONG on this but I think it was ‘Baddegama‘, in the southwest, just east of Hikkaduwa. He, per the British style, rode a bicycle to deliver the mail. There was only one bridge in the village — and it was in the MIDDLE of the village. He had to deliver on both sides of the river. As the story goes, rather than backpedal to bridge, once he got to the end on one side, he, a very strong man all his life, would hoist the bicycle, with the mail, above his shoulder and then swim across to the other side. THIS WAS BEFORE MY TIME. But I grew up on this story of my swimming grandfather.

He lived to be 92 and died in the late 1980s. I last met him in 1983. He was in his mid-80s. He had walked 4 miles to the hotel that I was staying to meet him. He thought nothing of it. He walked everywhere — and died, on the side of the road, walking.

He was made a JP because he was a Community Activist. Helped the less educated with paperwork, claims, rights etc. He also fostered or adopted one child. He was very well known in Kandy — where he moved to. Upon retiring — now with a very famous son (my adoptive father) — he went onto sell insurance, and did extremely well.

I didn’t see him that often. We lived 72 miles apart, we in Colombo, he is Kandy. He visited quite often and we went to Kandy a few times a year. But they were all visits. I never spent that much time with him. Though he could read English, a requirement to be a postman, he refused to speak it though he understood English, perfectly. In 1983 when I had lost my knack to speak Sinhalese he and I spoke, for long periods of time, in this Sinhalese-English ‘transliteration’. I would speak in English. He understood what I was saying/asking. He would then reply in Sinhalese. I understood Sinhalese, it having been my other tongue. I would then reply in English and he would respond in Sinhalese. Most natural thing in the world and not that uncommon in Sri Lanka where, at least in my time, we spoke Sinhalese and English interchangeably.

This is my Grandmother. She had some Chinese in her, as you can see. She was very diabetic. Lovely lady.


I was brought up by my maternal grandmother — who was the most important person in my life, growing up. As a result and because of those 72-miles, this grandmother always played a very, very distant second fiddle. Looking back it was strange. My life revolved around my mother’s family — who all lived close by. I am NOT even sure whether my grandparents from Kandy came to my lavish birthday parties! 

But, I wanted to share.

by Anura Guruge

Antonin Scalia — Family Decline Autopsy.

by Anura Guruge


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The body of the Supreme Court judge has definitely left Texas and is now enroute to Virginia.

According to ABC News, at 11 pm (on Sunday, Feb. 14), no autopsy was performed in Texas. Family declined to request one. Per Texas law, prior to the body being allowed to be taken out of the State, it was embalmed. Yes, an autopsy can still be done, post-embalming, but a lot of ‘evidence’ will be gone. Shame.

So that is the story. No autopsy. 

Click here to access my original story from Saturday, Feb. 13, night.

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by Anura Guruge

No Autopsy On Antonin Scalia As Yet, Maybe Waived; FBI Involved In Investigation.

by Anura Guruge


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There is a chance that an autopsy might not be performed. I heard on TV that a local Texas Justice of the Peace (JP) pronounced it a ‘death by natural causes’ over the phone BEFORE seeing the body! That is Texas.

Obama should, via the appropriate channels, insist on an autopsy. It would be a shame if conspiracy rumors continue to circulate.

[I have a personal ‘angle’ when it comes to autopsies. 24 years ago, when my adoptive mother, at 62 and in reasonably decent health other than Parkinson’s, chronic asthma and high blood pressure, passed away — unexpectedly — in her sleep, in Paris (France), my adoptive father, the Sri Lankan Ambassador to France ‘declined’ an autopsy claiming Diplomatic Immunity. 24 years later there are quite a few of us in the family that still have nagging doubts!]

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by Anura Guruge