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Lolo Tiago

My grandfather Santiago was a constabulary man in the 1940s but it wasn’t a career he wanted to have for long. He always had a head for business. I can imagine how little he must have been earning as a soldier, and not even an officer at that. When he married my grandmother, they immediately …

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Canela

In my grandparents’ farm in Bgy. Sugod there was a huge laurel tree that grew right outside Tya Lita’s kitchen. Tya Lita was my grandparents’ tenant and as luck would have it, Peter happens to be one of her nephews.Laurel – or bay leaves – are my favorite spice. And the discovery that my grandparents …

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Where Water – and Everything Else Flows

When the Spaniards first landed on its shores, Bulusan must have looked like tropical paradise itself – with the prerequisite volcano as backdrop. It must have seemed so exquisite that even “Morros” who were notorious pirates in the 1700s and early 1800s just had to raid the población over and over again. In fact, in …

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Trees in the Garden

Five years ago, in a fit of decisiveness my mother ordered the concreting of half our backyard, fed up with my pussy-footing. When we moved to this village 18 years ago there was a flurry of landscaping, but all that had to stop when we realized it was a maintenance thing. That like human beauty …

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Manay Nimfa

With the demise of Tya Berning, who was once synonymous to pili pastries, it is in Manay Nimfa’s tiny store along Bibincahan where you find a line of pili pastry aficionados hoping that by the time they get inside her store there will be some left. Her products are the same as any other pili …

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Coconut is Life

My grandparents had always processed coconuts, the major product from their agricultural properties, into copra. But when Peter Paul established a processing plant in Sorsogon and started buying dehusked whole coconuts we decided to ditch copra and invested into the Peter Paul way of doing business. Copra making is a laborious process. Three coconuts make …

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Marla and Me

Ritta, a friend I’ve had for ages, has a funny way of expressing love. She shares with me most of her classmates as though I had none of my own. She must think me so destitute of friends – never once considering it could be due to my anti-social tendencies. So, she makes it a …

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My Mother Gets Her Revenge

When I was nine some of my wealthy classmates called their mothers mommy. I wanted to do that too, but quit when even I knew it sounded so ridiculous calling your mother mom when you were chewing dried fish and nothing else for lunch. I was reading this book by Nora Ephron last night (I …

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Full Circle

So I’m back after years of hiatus. As much as I want to be consistent, “Uncool”, the name of a column I had for years no longer seems appropriate for a person my age, who wants nothing more but to retire and vanish into the trees and, since it is still the rainy season, the …

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Carlota

My last memory of my cousin Carlota would be serendipitous. The word serendipitous is associated with happiness, and it was a happy occasion to discover by chance that while aboard a bamboo raft on the Buhatan river cruise, the raft sailing beside us would have an old school tape recorder that played, of all things, …