I was there three summers about 68, 69, 70. I have to tell you they were amongst the happiest days of my life. The fresh air, the grounds, the activities, the atmosphere, the building and wonderfull setting, the ghosts, the Thames, the tuck shop, the dailly morning mass with people often fainting from low blood sugar, the gymnastic-sumersaulting priest, I could go on and on..and on some more. If I could do a Life on Mars I would go right back there in a split-Bastard-second. I would go right back to the afternoon I was taken to town to see Kubrick's 2001 (after much protest on my part: but you won't understand it.). These days made me. At the very least they provided balance, peace, and joy to my potentially sad childhood. Credit to my father for sending me there. God rest you Dad. I love you. And I love this place, DMC. Divine Mercy College. You showed me Mercy. read more