I used to have the most extensive photo collection of my Lola, the mother of my father. That collection sank together with a lot of other photos, no thanks to typhoon Ketsana. Since then, I have tried to recover many photos from various sources. Among the photos I am searching for are those of my aunts and uncles but especially my grandparents. I m not sure if my cousins in Bicol have preserved some photos of my mother's parents. Perhaps these should be secured and scanned for future generations to refer to. Meanwhile, I have succeeded in getting at least one photo of my Lola.
I have very fond memories of her especially the adobo that she would cook for us before she went to Manila for her regular visits back when I was a toddler. Perhaps that memory of adobo was embedded in my mind because it was really so good (sorry Mama, iba talaga yata adobo ni Lola). It is all the more terrific when I am reminded that back in those days, my Lola preferred to take the ship from Iloilo to Manila - a direct trip but one that lasted somewhere between 20 to 26 hours depending on the ship and the travel conditions. The adobo, however, can survive such a trip since it is oil based. It is probably the most anticipated viand in my memory, my Lola never failing to bring adobo every time she visited us then.
The photo below was scanned from a cutout my father always kept in his wallet. That way, I think, he felt my Lola was always with him. I would probably do the same if I were to keep a memento of my parents with me wherever I went. But that's another story for another blog.
I have very fond memories of her especially the adobo that she would cook for us before she went to Manila for her regular visits back when I was a toddler. Perhaps that memory of adobo was embedded in my mind because it was really so good (sorry Mama, iba talaga yata adobo ni Lola). It is all the more terrific when I am reminded that back in those days, my Lola preferred to take the ship from Iloilo to Manila - a direct trip but one that lasted somewhere between 20 to 26 hours depending on the ship and the travel conditions. The adobo, however, can survive such a trip since it is oil based. It is probably the most anticipated viand in my memory, my Lola never failing to bring adobo every time she visited us then.
The photo below was scanned from a cutout my father always kept in his wallet. That way, I think, he felt my Lola was always with him. I would probably do the same if I were to keep a memento of my parents with me wherever I went. But that's another story for another blog.
Rufina Paton Regidor
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