HAWAIIAN WEDDING SONG
This is the moment
love sweet Aloha
I will love you longer than forever
Promise me that you will leave me never
Here I am now dear,
You're my love,
I know dear
Promise me that you will leave me never
I will love you longer than forever
Now that we are one
Clouds won't hide the sun
Blue skies of Hawaii will smile
On this, our wedding day
I do love you with all my heart
Her Majesty's Coldstream Regiment of Foot Guards, also known officially as the Coldstream Guards (COLDM GDS), is a regiment of the British Army, part of the Guards Division or Household Division.
It is the oldest regiment in the Regular Army in continuous active service, originating in Coldstream on the Scottish border in 1650 when General George Monck founded the regiment. It is one of two regiments of the Household Division that can trace its lineage to the New Model Army, the other being the Blues and Royals (Royal Horse Guards and 1st Dragoons).
the PHILIPPINE NATIONAL ANTHEM
performed by the REGIMENTAL BAND
of the COLDSTREAM GUARDS
( OPENING ARTWORK by Vic Costes)
Elmer was my neighbour in Asingan for several years before life caught up with us..We went individual ways and I met him only in Hawaii during my holiday in 2005.His dad, Rev. Paterno Piso was a good friend of mine..
He could tell you more about the driftwood art, the trophies, etc. featured in this video.
He is also one of the published writers from our town. And yes, he writes poetry.
I hope you will have a grand reunion with him in Hawaii someday..!
PEANUT BUTTER GOES TO THE LIBRARY
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Congratulations, Mia!
I left a phone message for you a few weeks ago to let you know that your piece "Peanut Butter" has been chosen to be published in Young Voices Magazine. The magazine will come out in October, and we'll hold a celebration to mark its launch. You're welcome to bring friends and family to the launch on Thursday, October 18, 7:00 pm at the North York Central Library. ( I'll be in touch again to repeat this invitation in the fall )
I'm a librarian who helps put the magazine together and you may contact me with any questions you have.
Congratulations again on your publication!
I look forward to hearing from you soon,
( signed )
Susan Kernohan
Librarian
North York Central Library
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Peanut
ButterIt started off like any other morning for Jake. ‘A bit gloomy for a spring day,’ He thought to himself. ‘Mom’s not downstairs. She must’ve left for work early today with Charlie.’ He got dressed and prepared his lunch of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, as he did the day before and would do the next. He ate the same cereal as he did yesterday: Lucky Charms. Something didn’t seem right to him today. It’s normally the first sign of a bad day ahead. Jake glanced at his watch. 8:26 it revealed. This meant that if he didn’t hurry he’d miss his bus. He ran upstairs to grab his bag.
"Here, Pea." Jake said as he piled some pellets into his tiny hamster’s bowl. Jake rushed off and ran outside. The bus had already left. The worst was yet to come.
That was only the start of Jake’s misfortune. He had left his homework assignment on the kitchen table which gave him detention. During lunch, he realized that the bread he used for his sandwich had gotten moldy, and didn’t have enough money to buy a cafeteria lunch. He ended up buying a chocolate bar instead. Then he realized that he had lost his pencil case in homeroom, and the golden rule of ‘Finders Keepers! Losers Weepers!’ rang in his head. Jake was in a very terrible mood now. It seemed like the weather was just as miserable as he was because it started raining cats and dogs and became foggy pretty quickly. He was indoors for recess yet again. He thought of what he’d do when he got home. His stomach growled from hunger pains. He couldn’t bear skipping a meal. He craved a peanut butter sandwich. This made him think of his hamster Peanut Butter or ‘Pea’ as Jake would call her. He hadn’t paid much attention to her lately because homework had doubled. Peanut’s wheel had broken and hadn’t been replaced yet. The indoor bell rang, but Jake’s mind still wandered around Pea.
‘Peanut Butter has been my pet since the fourth grade. That’s 2 years. Wow. That’s really long for a hamster... well, in my family it is. I’m actually glad she’s a girl hamster now….’ Jake remembered how his father brought Pea home by surprise. Jake thought that she would be the perfect boy and he would be named Super-Ham. His dad told him it was most likely that she was a girl, but they didn’t know for sure. He hoped for a boy but as time went on, he cared less and less about whether Pea was a girl or boy.
‘Peanut Butter could have been Super-Ham. Mom wanted to name her Petunia or Lily. Some sort of flower. Lily would’ve been my name if I were a girl.’ Jake shuddered at the thought, but he kept thinking.
‘I’m glad Peanut Butter’s a girl. I already have two fish that are supposed to be boys. Their names: Fluffy and Waylon. I have my brother Charlie who’s also an untrained male pet. Jeez! I hope pea will be alright without her wheel for one more day. What am I talking about? She’ll be fine! At least I fed her a little this morning. She seemed fine then….’
"Jake are you asleep? Jake, wake up! Get your backpack! You have to go now. Your mom’s waiting for you at the office." Jake’s teacher interrupted. "You have the homework for today I assume?"
Jake didn’t feel like properly answering so he gave her a muffled "Yes’m". He stuffed his backpack with the needed papers and textbooks for home as he wondered why in the world he would have to come home.
‘Is grandmother sick again? Is Charlie hurt? Sick? Did someone die? The fish might’ve. Little Charlie would want a proper burial but that’s no reason to come home from school early.’ Jake still didn’t know why he had to leave as he wandered down the halls, but he was glad he did. He was still really hungry.
‘Maybe some news from dad,’ Jake’s dad was on a business trip, but it was still not a reason.
"Let’s go Jake. I already signed you out." Jake’s mother said to him. She walked him to the car in silence.
"Why am I coming home early?" Jake asked suspiciously.
"Well, I can tell you’ve had a bad day, so I’ll tell you when we get home."
"Just tell me now!" Jake almost yelled. He seemed angry at his mother.
"Later, honey." His mom protested. She looked him in the eyes and could tell he really wanted to know.
"Peanut Butter… died today." His mother said quietly. Jake sat in silence all the way home. He realized that Pea didn’t come out of her tower this morning, and she never would again. --#
-------------------------------------------------------FYI, Mia is my grandaughter. She will be 15 years old next month. She is now in Mayfield School of Arts in Brampton, Ontario,
Unforgettable Hawaii
Hawaii is the island of statues, limpid pools, smiling wahines and balmy tropical weather. Along Waikiki beach is a unique boardwalk unlike any other. It has various parkettes teeming with verdant shrubs and blazing flowers...
These Banyan trees appear grotesquely beautiful ( yes, sometimes there is beauty in ugliness ). Are there unseen elves or fairies lodging behind those gnarled roots that seep into the earth? Only your imagination could answer YES or NO.
Even the birds ( this one looks like the sparrows hanging around in my backyard ) are very friendly. Many pretty ones with red feathers approached us hoping for some morsels.
And the skies..they are so blue, sans any cloud, smog or air-borne pollutants...Blue Hawaii it is, just because of its azure skies..
Part of the scenic route along the Waikiki beach is this burial mound. We do not know who is under it. One could just think the dead are revered so much in Hawaii that nobody would dare disturb the bones of those who are in eternal repose under the ground.
Miguelita beside Mahatma Gandhi. Since Mahatma is an advocate of peace and Hawaiians by nature love peace then he is also adored and respected so much his likeness was erected in one of the parkettes.
ST. AUGUSTINE CHURCH and a marker in its front yard. Like Manila, churches could be found in commercial districts. There are numerous exclusive shops along the beach. They give balance to the over all atmosphere of the place. It is very nice to shop, but do not forget also to pay a visit to a temple of God if you see one. But to Hawaiians, they believe that God loves this island so much that He protected them from the various disasters that took place in this shimmering Paradise.----#
--vic costes
comments..( which I have just discovered )
Comment from sonnyespejo
Clint's singing reminds me not of his macho role as Dirty Harry but of his romantic persona as Robert Kincaid, the National Geographic photographer in the bitter-sweet movie Bridges of Madison County. Even the lyrics are quite apt to the story line. If its really him singing, hes good.
the BOOMERANG
( at least the one I got )
Here is a snapshot of the Boomerang which is well known as a weapon/plaything from the smallest continent in the world: Australia.
I think a townmate who found herself in this popular place is Paz Tomeldan. They own that house ( and store ) which is just beside the Rizal Academy when I was still a student there.
So I found this brand new bird feeder at my favorite second hand store. Cost? $2.99. Bird seed not included.
On its opening day, it was such a hit that the customers were "killing" each other for a good seat in the house. Here is a short clip taken by the AJ cameraman.---#
When a boomerang is correctly thrown, it is given spin at the moment it is released from the throwers hand. Spinning the boomerang causes air to rapidly flow over the airfoils creating lift that makes the boomerang fly. Because the boomerang is moving forward through the air, in addition to spinning, the arm rotating into the direction of flight creates more lift than the arm rotating away from the direction of flight. This causes asymmetrical lift or in other words more lift on one side of the spinning boomerang than the other.
Ok, still with me?
Any spinning object is subject to gyroscopic precession. Which simply means that any attempt to move a spinning object is translated at right angles to the original input.
For example - lets say your car is subject to gyroscopic procession (we will ignore the spinning requirement for the time being) and you drive it up on ramp to change the oil. As soon as the front end of the car lifts into the air, the whole car spins 90 degrees to the left and sits sideways across your driveway. Its either that or it flips over on its side, resting on the door forcing you to climb out the passenger window. I'm not sure exactly which way it would go but you get the idea, try and move it one way and gyroscopic precession makes it go another.
With a boomerang, gyroscopic precession makes it turn to the left, causing it to fly in a circle back to the thrower.
Or in layman's terms - magic makes it come back.
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Well, what can I say?..If I can not make it work, maybe I will just stick with the frisbee!
----vic
I took this clip 2 birthdays ago..Emma's Mom invited someone from the Reptile Center who brought a few specimens and let the kids pet them..while he delivered a few things about the specimen he is holding..It was fun..even for an adult like me..:)
Class 58 members, where are you?
This photo is dated May 1958, month after our High School graduation night. The name of the school was still RIZAL ACADEMY then under the ownership of the founder, Mr. Luis V. Eleazar.
The picnic was a bitter sweet one, because it was the end of high school innocence, good-bye Asingan to many except those who opted to stay behind due to financial difficulties or other personal reasons.
But no one can deny that high school days are the best time to forge friendships or explore LOVE and try to find out what it is all about. Some of us are also trying to figure out what College course would be the most suitable for each individual.
I do not know all of the persons in the photo. I am just naming the ones I know.
1. Nestor Villanueva. He took up BSCommerce and he is now in LA.
2. Me.
3. Ester Costes, now Mrs. Lomboy a stalwart faculty member ( up to now ) of the PSU, Asingan campus.
4. Cora Tendero Mabesa, my first cousin. She is now in Chula Vista, San Diego. She is a Medical Technologist here, the same career she had at the Notre Dame Hospital, Baguio City.
5. Purita Palma Dagang ( I hope I have the correct married name ). She is now the President of an Asingan Association in California.
6. Erlinda de Castro. I can not remember her marital name. Nor her whereabouts.
7. Aurora Costes-Nikolof..Now a retiree here in Toronto living near our house.
8. Minerva Palisoc. She is now in Florida. She resides in the neighbourhood of Fred Rodillas who sometimes contribute some photos to the AJ.
9. Cesar Alejo. He was a good friend of Nestor Villanueva. He has a golden voice and a very engaging, friendly personality.
Guys, try to come home for our next town Fiesta, 2009. Don't you love to see one another?.
--Vic
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bx7k4SFrGqw&feature=related
Filipino teens and yuppies living back home or abroad may never know Sylvia La Torre, but she was an icon in the Philippines during the '50s..
I still have her recordings with me. I digitized them from audio tapes I bought from Alemar's in Avenida Rizal during one of my Balikbayan trips when CDs were not still known..That was a really long time ago!..If you have your lolos or lolas living with you, show this clip to them. They may not know how to use computers the way you do..
They will enjoy it! They will love you for it..
more market photos...
Could not forget the din and aroma of the market place..
wrapped goodies...any patopat here?
Kap-pe!!...no..galewey!
Fish section..are those bottles of fresh oysters at the right?
ar-aru sep at the right?
patatas...aramang...the lady in blue is telling us something...
Lomboy!..right?
Fruit Shake Bistro!
Marketing is over..let us go home..ooops, wrong terminal...
Conching Rosal is my favorite Filipina singer.
A native of San Jose, Batangas, Conchita H. Rosal was born on 1926. She started singing at the age of 6 in their local church in San Jose as a soloist. While studying voice at the UST Conservatory of Music, one of her classmates was Sylvia La Torre. She furthered her studies in voice under the tutelage of Dean Verchines in the United Sattes, a well-known coach to leading artists of the Metropolitan Opera and the New York Opera. Her career in entertainment started to blossom when she won the Elizalde Family Hour Talent Search in 1952. Her performance as Carmen in Trudel Zipper’s Tagalog production of Bizet’s opera brought her fame as an opera singer.
One of the Philippines’ great sopranos, Rosal’s musical career spanning three decades were highlighted with unforgettable roles in Philppine productions of Madame Butterfly, 1967, Aida, and the lead role in the zarzwela Ang Kiri. She died in 1985 of cancer.
Among her songs are: Mutya ng Pasig, Ang Maya, Kalisud, Hating Gabi, Paki-usap and most of the Filipino Classic Kundimans.
A CD of her songs is presently available in the Internet.
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Lyrics of BITUING MARIKIT
Bituing marikit sa gabi ng buhay
Ang bawat kislap mo'y ligaya ang taglay
Yaring aking palad iyong patnubayan
At kahit na sinag, ako'y bahaginan
Natanim sa puso ko yaong isang pag-ibig
Napinakasasamba sa loob ng dibdib
Sa iyong luningning, laging nasasabik
Ikaw ang pangarap, Bituing marikit
Lapitan mo ako, halina Bituin!
At ating pag-isahin ang mga damdamin
Ang sabik kong diwa'y huwag mong uhawin
Sa batis na iyong wagas na paggiliw
to market, to market we go....
photos by Marcie Uson Wise
captions by Vic Costes
the arch of triumph in Asingan...
Look at those apples, piled neatly on several rows...
do not forget the green leafy vegetables..good fpr your health, or for your pet rabbit's..:)
to buy or not to buy?
so many choices...
nothing like an old fashioned market day..but no grocery
carts to use...
Yesss..we have lots of bananas..today...
I'll take those, and those and those....
Hawaian..or Asingan pineapples?
The price is about 25 cents ( 10 pesos converted to $$ )..that's dirt cheap!
Fresh goodies like these are found only in here!
( more photos next time)
Music is titled TREES which used the poem of Joyce Kilmer as lyrics..It was popular during the '50s...( my time ) . If it sounds like a worn out vinyl record, it is because it came from a worn out vinyl record..Could not find a fitting music track elsewhere..:)
Manong, According to my cousin, this house belongs to former President Fidel V. Ramos. When he was still the President he came often with the helicopter, landing at the rice field close to it. We can view Manang Polly's Resort as well but more to the right side.
Taga taltalon kami, we can view most of the houses from the back of FVR's house, from the town all the way to Carosucan.
Marcie
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Thanks, Marcie. I have entered that house just once during one of my Balikbayan trips. It has a wide living room and two bedrooms ( FVR's and her sister's ) and a wide patio in front where meetings with barangay captains and others took place. The area I guess is called CABINCOLAN. According to Archie, it was named such because there were lots of Bincol ( dried earthworm shit <?> ) all over the area.
My childhood buddy Francisco Malala also lives in this area ( a stone's throw away from FVR's ) and during those days, nights are quite lively in those places..
Like also in our block. In our neighbor's house, there were lots of "parlor games" going on til the wee hours of the morning. I forgot the name of the game but they used two ping pong balls instead of two centavo coins..During daytime, they also used the same place to pick up the winning Jueteng numbers.
--Vic
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FAMOUS QUOTES from the A+TEAM of the ASINGAN MESSAGE BOARD
COMPILED BY: ARSENIA
ANNIE 7/20/08 "Only in this board where the communication will start through from every part of the world".
MISS POLY 7/20/08 (the best quote) "All mornings are just like paintings you need a little inspiration to get you going, or a little smile to brighten it and a message from someone who cares to color your day".
ADOPTED ALUMNI 7/18/08 "I am beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Though I have never met any of you in person, you most definitely made a difference in my life, for that I am thankful".
MANG VIC 7/18/08 "One can only appreciate what we have after we are separated from them (temporary or permanent)" concerning Ilocano & Pangasinan Songs. ****" Guys! I absorbed it as dry land drinks the rain" ***"Our musicality is one of the few things that keep us afloat, reminding the world that we still exist as people".
ICARUS 7/18/08 "It's still my fantasy to meet you all in Asingan. Maybe an informal get together at Ma'am Polys place while I could still raise the glass".
MELVIN 7/17/08 "I am greeting you now 'coz I might not have time later or might forget later" for TOTO SCOVIDAL'S birthday.
ANNIE 7/14/08 "Sometimes you fall in life, not just in the pageant but financially or emotionally. It's not about the fall but how you pick yourself up".
RICKY 7/13/08 "Sometimes we buy the relics because of those memories" (about old stuff/antiques).
UNKNOWN ppp 69-233-138-219 7/11/08 "The purpose of the Bible is to set us free from all the things (sins) that enslave us and allow us to begin a new HOPE and a PROMISE for the future".
RAIN 7/11/08 "life is too short for all of us let's be happy".
ANNIE 7/11/08 "I am off at work but not off from errands. It is a circle of life as what yamacallit...parang gulong na umiikot". (It is like a spinning wheel )
GARCIA FAMILY 7/9/08 "May you be strong in facing the challenges in life. God will always be there to guide you and watching you as you continue your life through" (for the Tolosa Family).
ICARUS 7/5/08 "We lost a real good man today" (in regards to Claudio Tolosa's untimely death who was gunned down by motorcycle riding hooded cowards in Macalong, Asingan.)
SONNY 6/30/08 "To lose a love one is bad enough but to lose him without a trace is far worse".
MANG VIC 6/29/08 "There are no visuals to aid the listenenrs, no facial expressions, just the voices that rise and fall"
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In 2006, Miguelita won the first prize for the Best Traditional Garden here in Toronto. In 2007, we visited LA ( crashed into Archie & Benilda's pad ) and so we were not able to work on it.
This year, we joined the contest again. Just today, Monday July 21, the judges came to see her garden. They did not tell her she won, but they called her out ( which judges do not usually do ) and interviewed her on video.
But they said, we are not telling you you are a winner, ( not yet anyway )..
The winners will be announced next month.
Click the video for a 3 minute tour...Thanks!
We will keep you posted...
All mornings are just like paintings. You need a little inspiration to get you going, or a little smile to brighten it and a message from someone who cares to color your day.
My day is not complete without reading your postings and I can't just finish my postings because I feel unwanted in this board.Thanks for calling my attention Madam Queen. Its true we have to come back to this boerd and plan whats good for everybody.
MNG VIC, I am dying to see you once more. Been a long time i havent seen you in person. I enjoy reading your very informative postings, viewing your wonderful residence in Toronto. I stayed there for one day because we were touring, driving with my friends for one week and left Canada thru Niagara Falls. It was an enjoyable journey through Canada.That garden in Victoria and lansones in Vancouver are unforgettable. Exciting places.
--Polly
I visited Vancouver twice already; once in the '90s on our way to Seattle and second time last December 2007. In natural beauty, Vancouver beats Toronto hands down. Rain, a "native" of Vancouver, showed me places which I may never have seen if I went there alone. I learned how to use their public transportation system which is good for one who never drives.
During my first visit, a former teacher in Urdaneta brought me and Miguelita around the parks and tourist spots of Vancouver: the Capilano bridge, the Salmon hatchery plus a sumptous dinner with crabs and lobsters and other yummy morsels..We stayed for two nights in the Georgia Hotel near Granville in downtown which is part of the travel package that consisted of two round trip tickets from Toronto-Vancouver. The hotel lodging is free..
Visiting Vancouver is my priority in the future, especially during the Olympics that is scheduled in 2010...
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Vic,
UHMMMM!!!! I feel homesick.I like the bahay kubo.I miss riding carabao.Darn!!
I want to be young again .I always enjoy your email.Very entertaining; mainly they make you feel homesick!!!.
Van
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Hi Van,
A friend once said "only the carabao grows old.."
We can only be young always, no need for the waters from the mythical Fountain of Youth..I just close my eyes and let my inner eye travel back to Pangasinan, where the living is easy, the neighbours are congenial and the food still taste the same way it did when we were young..
I love the smell of Lingayen beach anytime of the day, but especially after a strong rain and one could still smell the freshness of ozone ( especially after a number of lightning bolts swathed the sky )...
I love the sound and smell of the Dagupan wet market, especially in the seafood section where the sea crabs are still wiggling their way out into freedom..
I love walking along Bugallon Avenue especially at noon time when the Comida China is being sizzled in those unseen kitchens which reek with garlic, onions and pork belly being transformed into lechon kawali..
I love the sing-song lilt of the Pangasinenses calling out for customers in the market, in the sidewalks or in the jeep and bus stops calling out " the bus is now leaving.." You took a look inside and there are just a few passengers inside and you would know the guy is just lying through his teeth...
Dagupan, for me, is the portal through my childhood. Let me go back to Dagupan again, and as sure as the sun sets into the golden waters of its mighty river, I will feel young once more and I won't miss going back to Toronto.
Vic
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just passing by
Hi Manong Vic, just passing by your town to extend our thanks for sharing your blogs in our nanumo nga kalapaw, plus your earnest invitation to your townmates to visit ours once in a while.Had a lot of connections with Asingan too, 'cause during the 60's when school is over i spend summer in Macalong with my kasinsins to help in rice planting season btw you're probably familiar with an old family in Dupac who make basi and suka from selag and unas that's my grandpa's half brother his name was Lakay Selmo, am not sure of his last name anymore only remember his name,my old grandpa used to visit him from Sta. Maria by crossing Agno River via Bantog/Ariston side 'cause our bario was across laeng then we ride a karomata from Bantog to ili then walk towards my other relatives behind the town hall towars Dupac,the Orallo Family, hahahhhh!,,anyway thnks again and have a nice trip to Ottawa..Mr. Pogi
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Mr. Pogi, Thanks for visiting the AMB and we join Mng Vic in welcoming you to our e-barangay. I am from Dupac and I know the Orallo Family especially the branch whose patriarch is the late apo Koronel Orallo of Dupac centro. Maybe I was not born early enough to know your Lolo Selmo. But in the 60’s and early 70’s, Dupac was well known for cane vinegar and basi and your old relative must be one of the many backyard producers. This is so because the only Dadapilan (Traditional sugar mill) for miles and miles around is in Dupac, owned and operated by the Sison-Almerol family. The dadapilan is basically made of two, big and heavy cylinders that are geared to counter-rotate just some millimetres apart. The canes are inserted between the cylinders and are pressed - squeezed dry of their precious juice which is then channelled into a concrete cistern. The cane juice, locally called “bennal” is manually transferred by pails to steel drums to be transported home to the farmers’ houses; or the cane juice is poured to a giant vat fired underneath by an underground furnace right in the compound of the dadapilan. The cane juice, by the vatful, is cooked until it boils and thickens into “pulitipot”(caramel of raw sugar), then boiled some more into almost powdery form of raw sugar called “tagapulot”( unprocessed brown sugar). Using a coconut shell (sabot) as a mould, the tagapulot is usually lumped and formed into its commercial form called “sinakub”. Meanwhile, the juice that are transported on steel drums are borne on carabao-drawn karitons for delivery to individual houses. The raw bennal is placed in earthen storage jars called “burnay”. Here, the bennal is sealed and allowed to ferment, getting more sour each day and finally, turn into a vinegar traditionally called Sukang Iloko. Still, some of the bennal are processed by the addition of yeast and “samak” flowers for color and flavouring and cooked into basi. I can’t exactly follow the process of basi making but i know that there is a second alcoholic derivative from basi called ”kabeng”. Anyway, this art seems to be lost now in present day Asingan as the last person I know who made and sold basi in Dupac (Apo Esiang) had passed away almost twenty years ago. I think you can still buy sinakub and basi in the Asingan Market, but these are no longer made in Asingan. Most of these come from nearby Binalonan and Laoac. Dupac farmers stopped planting sugar cane since the Dadapilan stopped its operations in the early 70s. ---Icarus
I TALK TO THE TREES
I talk to the trees
But they don't listen to me
I talk to the stars
But they never hear me
The breeze hasn't time
To stop, and hear what I say
I talk to them all
In vain
But suddenly, my words
Reach someone elses ear
At someone elses heart
Strings too
I tell you my dreams
And while you're listening to me
I suddenly see them
Come true
I can see us some April night
Looking out across a rollin' farm
Having supper in the candlelight
Walking later, arm in arm
Then I'll tell you
How I pass the day
Thinking mainly how
The night would be
Then I'll try to find
The words to say
All the things you
Mean to me
I tell you my dreams
And while you're listening to me
I suddenly see them
Come true
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PHOTOS by Vic Costes, taken inGatineau, Quebec
Lyrics from the Broadway Play PAINT YOUR WAGON
Photos from the past week-end
spent in Gatineau, Quebec
Meet Chloe Costes Somerville, my daughter Berna's second child. Her elder brother is seen at the background..
Meet Dillon. His dad's family owns this hideaway in an island past the border going to Quebec from Ottawa. The cabins are very spacious and up to 15-20 people ( with their dogs ) could be accomodated. Dillon is my only grandson and he is also fond of movies, sketching and other artistic activities. His present passion is playing with Lego pieces..
Hannah is Berna and Simon's pet. She is part Husky, very friendly to kids ( but not to other dogs ). She has to show that she is still the Queen in these parts...
Her close up..She could be the centerfold of a doggie magazine...
This dog's name is Tara, still a puppy and loves nibbling at peoples hands or toes. Hannah just growls each time she approaches her...
Miguelita and I went for a speedboat ride while we towed a couple of Simon's kinfolks..Water surfing is not as easy as you see in 007 movies...
Miguelita posing with Hilda, age 95 years old. She is Simon's great grandma. At her age, she has complete teeth, sharp thinking and she can still drive. She was a journalist by profession during her younger days. We discussed Russian novels when we had a chance to talk by our selves...
( more next time )
