From the memory book

Windamere Memories & Souvenirs

Henry Carpenters boots
Mr. Henry Carpenter's boots

World-traveller, philanthropist, naturopath, ardent Buddhist, and student of the paranormal, Henry Carpenter hailed from New Jersey in America. He was a great friend, and admirer, of Sardar Bahadur Laden La, the leading Buddhist of Darjeeling, and took a kindly interest in his children. Mrs. Mary P.L. Tenduf La, Mr. Laden La's daughter, the erstwhile owner of Windamere Hotel, would fondly recall in later years, that Mr. Carpenter had wanted to take her to America to develop her psychic powers. Mr. Carpenter left Darjeeling for America in 1930, leaving his boots behind in Mrs. Tenduf La's keeping, until his return the following year. He never came back. For the next seventy-four years, until her own death, Mrs. Tenduf La's maids, under her direction, cared for Mr. Carpenter's boots: aired in good weather, placed by the fire in wet, polished to a high gloss in all seasons. Dear, Mr. Henry Carpenter. Gone. Never forgotten!

Burra Babu's typewriter.

Retired, 1949

A Gift from the President of Aeronautical Radio of Thailand.
Sirs Calling Bell
"Sir's" Calling Bell
The Iron Duke of the Windamere
The Iron Duke of the Windamere
The Iron Duke of the Windamere
The Iron Duke of the Windamere

The lamp that lit the dormitory at Loreto Convent, Darjeeling, when Vivien Leigh ("Gone With The Wind") was a pupil.

The Iron Duke of the Windamere
Welcome at the Windamere
The Iron Duke of the Windamere
Dining Room Gong:

First guest: "Good Heavens! Is it lunch time, already?"
Second guest: "We've just had elevenses, for God's sake!"

Letter to the Windamere - 1941

Calcutta: 14th July 1941
P.O Box: 2338

The Manager,
Windamere Hotel,

Dear Mr. Pliva,

Mr. Muus and myself, had such a good time at Windamere last X’mas that we simply have to spend our 1941 X’mas there too, if we shall still be alive and in India at that time.

Will you therefore please reserve one room with bathroom for each one of us; it would be appreciated if we could have the same rooms as last year, with the sitting room in between.

We intend to arrive in the morning of 24th December and to leave on 1st January.

Your's faithfully,
F. Fr. Wuthrich

Christmas Letter

Letter written by Private Joseph Sturgess to his young daughter, while he was stationed in India during World War I.He came from Portchester Hampshire England and called his house “Darjeeling” on returning home in 1919.

Letter to a daughter


My Dear Myra,
Thank you so much for your letter of the 24th March.The fogs you speak of I can well remember seeing some like it when I was Home. I am glad you got the little charm I sent you,a good thing the fever has flown from Portchester, I guess you laughed at Mr Goodall coming in late to Chapel, I suppose you and Brenda have a nice walk around the town at dinner hour, have you a dining room at the school. Tell Brenda I was very pleased with her letter and the night before her letter came we were singing a lot of my old favourites.

I would like you to see the children coming home from their school out here where I am. They carry their slates and books on their backs just as their Parents carry everything. I wish you were going to get my slipper out for me Myra tonight, never mind let’s hope it will soon be that I shall be home so that you can really get them out for me, I got a pair of slippers now they I keep under my bed because our bed is downstairs in the same dormitory as we leave we have a mess room for meals, I told Clem that I went and seen the Hipnotis on Tal. Tonight I am going to see the Pictures, the Chief picture is entitled (Two LPittle Vegabonds) Its Buckohees for me, that means that I have a very steep climb to get back to Jalapahar which takes 40 minutes to do, but I have some one to chat to it does not seem so hard or so long. It is very pleasant here in the evenings because we have the long evening’s just as you do, it does not get dark till 7p.m now I shall be sorry when we have to go back on the plains because it is so dreadfully hot down there and it will be for sometime yet. May and June is usually the hottest, and this year it is extra hot down there. So one of my pals have wrote and told me, it has rained very hard today and I saw the water running down at the rate of 40 miles per hour. It cleared off at 5p.m and I saw the snow clad mountains peeping up above the clouds that suits me better than it does on the plains looking at the scorched up earth. Now Myra I must close hoping this will find you quite well from your ever.

Loving Dada

P.S: Hope you will fit the little shawl I sent you, good night, don’t forget to cover up the rabbits.

Christmas Letter