So here I am again, scrounging through my archived files. This time, it's for a flashback look at me.
First of, from a baby album which has surprisingly survived through the years. Ragged. With pictures and writing all faded.
Da-da, Ma-ma, tum here (come here), tus (shoes), mik (milk)
At one year old, pic entered in a Healthy Baby contest. I didn't win. Quezon City: 1945
Manila: 1946 |
She noted my first sentence spoken at one year, seven months: Mummie, buy me a'pop.
It looks like I was pretty behaved at a young age.
At the young age of two, Doris likes very much to use dresses with flowers. She chooses them after every bath - 'Mummie, this one with pawers.'
Now this, with a few more pounds, thanks to a four-day birthday eating bash. Why not? Only once in a lifetime does one turn 77 years young.
Pre-birthday dinner with Eldest Daughter and family at Elks Lodge
A random wave splashed up the deck toward our dinner table and onto the front of my blouse at Elks. I hadn't thought much about its significance until Younger Daughter said, Birthday blessings!
My Mum would have said the same thing.
Lunch at Duke's with visiting elementary/high school classmate and his wife
My best of all days - at Seafood City, a mecca for Filipino foodies, where we enjoyed a Pampano fish and sauteed bittermelon lunch and a colossal dessert of ube halo-halo. Life can't get better than this.
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