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Sunday, September 25, 2011

The Family Takes Manhattan

Well, not really. Not Manhattan anyway.

In 2008, we were fortunate enough to spend spring break in London and Amsterdam. In 2012, we will be breaking through the borders again, with a trip to the Philippines.

The Philippines? you may ask. Yes. My mother and my mother's side of the family are Filipino, which makes me half that and my daughters a quarter of it.

And as an Air Force brat, I spent a great deal of my youth there. I lived there off-and-on, while my dad was stationed at Vietnam and Thailand, and maybe other places I don't know about.  But from 1976 until 1982, I lived my entire 2nd-7th grade growing up years there.

In 1984, I lived on the island of Guam, until 1986, so my mom and I were able to take "space-A" hops to Clark, so I believe 1986 would have been my last visit there.

Tim was also in the Air Force and before I met him in 1988, he, too, had visited Clark while he was stationed in Korea.

We were international travelers before we settled down in our civilian lives together.
Why haven't I been back, you may wonder?

Time. Money. Maybe other reasons?

The day we left the Philippines, in 1982, was one of the most traumatic moments of my life. I don't know if anyone can understand the magnitude of leaving your home, your family, your friends, your pets, the love of your youth, the familiarity of everything you knew for nearly seven years, *for good*. The pain is tucked away deep in the recesses of my brain.

I am excited about going back. There are so many places I want to see and share with my family. There are foods that I am so excited about eating and especially, the exotic fruits that I can introduce to Tim and the kids.

Where will we be going?

We fly into Manila then drive to Angeles City, where most of my family lives. I want to take Tim and the girls to see a couple of churches I went to while I lived there: Holy Rosary Cathedral and Apu Chapel. Also in the area, Mt. Pinatubo, which pretty much destroyed what was Clark AFB, another place I plan to tour. My elementary (Wurtsmith) and middle (Lily Hill) schools were on that base, as well as all the places I hung out: Silver Wing (played bingo there), Kelly and Bobbitt Theaters, the NCO Club, BX, amongst many.

I also want to visit Corregidor Island and the Manila American Cemetery and Memorial. I doubt I'll get a chance, but a trip to Baguio, which was my childhood vacation spot while I lived there.

Of course, I want to see my family: my Auntie Cely, who pretty much raised me, my auntie cora, neng, mher, and my uncle bong and uncle tony. Some have kids of their own, my cousins, that I haven't met. I definitely want to go back to the barrio in which my grandpa lived, and now the rest of my family, in Mt. Arayat, which is the only mountain I remember seeing while I lived there. I have no clue, from my memories, where the fuck Pinatubo is.


  1. My wife's family is in Olongapo City, where she was born. We have talked about going there, but have yet to nail down a date. I'm looking forward to seeing your photos! Have fun!

  2. I love Manhattan because of the options it provides dining, art, history, attractions, etc. New Zealand immigration assist migrants from all over the world. Its so lively and theres always something to do. The problem is that it is extremely expensive to live in the city.