Monday, March 31, 2008
This is a little child's ancestor book. It is intended to introduce my 4-year old to his ancestors as well as see his connection with them. Each of the ancestors has a 2x2 ID photo, plus a photo inside the flap, including a trait or characteristic that was passed on to my son. Inside flap photos show my son with his ancestor (parent or grandparent). For deceased ancestors, I used a photo of the ancestor together with me or my husband or close relative. It also has a LO page for my son to tie him to his ancestors. At the end of the book is a family tree that spans 5 generations. Minimal embellishments were used because of the thickness of the whole book. Also, by minimizing the embellishments, I lessen the chance of the book getting easily destroyed with handling by my son. This little book of ancestors is meant to be just a start in Galo's ancestry. It can also be expanded and developed with more volumes and is only limited by the lack of old photos and still uncovered information.
Journal: (The format for each ancestor is the same as that for my little boy.)
1st- This is Daddy Arn. I got my love for Math, audio speakers and F-1 Racing from him. (Inside flap) Daddy Arn was born on Dec.30,1963 in . (Photo shows Daddy with Galo.) . He is a great Mathematician, a writer, an editor and a computer, speak and dvd afficionado
2nd- This is Mommy Candy. I got my creativity, love for the piano and for music from her. (Inside flap) Mommy Candy was born on Aug.1,1965 in (Photo shows Mommy with Galo.) . She is an artist, a genealogist and a Montessori teacher.
3rd- This is Lolo Arnie. I got my big Lagazon ears from him. (Inside flap) Lolo Arnie Lagazon is Daddy's daddy. He was born on Dec.21,1936. He is a retired well-respected Language teacher. (Photo shows Lolo Arnie with Galo.)
4th- This is Lola Tessie. I got my determination to do things my own way from her. (Inside flap) Lola Tessie is Daddy's mommy. She was born on May16,1940. She died on Mar.30,1986. She was an elementary teacher and a child psychologist. (Photo shows Lola Tessie with daddy.)
5th- This is Lolo Butch. I got my distinctive Bonoan chin from him. (Inside flap) Lolo Butch is Mommy's daddy. He was born on Nov.10,1941. He was a banker and a finance expert. He is also a businessman. (Photo shows Lolo Butch with Galo.)
6th- This is Lola Connie. I got my love for dismantling things from her. (Inside flap) Lola Connie is Mommy's mommy. She was born on June 7,1943. She is a businesswoman, a construction expert and a Jill-of-all-trades. (Photo shows Lola Connie with Galo.)
7th- This is Greatlolo Martin. I got my wide Bonoan forehead from him. (Inside flap) Lolo Martin is Mommy's grandfather and the father of Lolo Butch. He was born on May 4,1904. He died on Jan.17,1957. He was a war veteran and an engineer. (Photo shows Lolo Martin smoking a cigar.)
8th- This is Greatlola Chiching. I got my big Pineda eyes and beautiful nose from her. (Inside flap) Lola Chiching is Mommy's grandmother and the mother of Lolo Butch. She was born on Jan.15,1900. She died on Oct.9,1991. She raised her 5 sons single-handedly after Lolo Martin's death. (Photo shows Lola Chiching with mommy.)
9th- This is Greatlolo Carding. I got my dark and tanned skin coloring from him. (Inside flap) Lolo Carding is mommy's grandfather and the father of Lola Connie. He was born on Apr.22,1910. He died on Apr.11,1979. He was a printing ink manufacturer. (Photo shows Lolo Carding with mommy.)
10th- This is Greatlola Mary. I got my love for chocolates from her. (Inside flap) Lola Maria is Mommy's grandmother and the mother of Lola Connie. She was born on Feb.7,1916. She died on Nov.9,1960. She was a housewife and was a beauty shop owner. (Photo shows Lola Maria with Lola Baby, Lola Connie's sister, and Lolo Carding.)
11th- This is me, Galo. I got everything, my looks, my brains and my personality from all of them. They are my ancestors. (Inside flap) I was born on Jan.8,2004. I am 4 years old. I like Ferrari F1s, Disney dvds, toy cars and singing. I like having fun and teasing others. (Photo shows of Galo at 4 yrs.old.)
12th- (FAMILY TREE showing relatives on both Bonoan and Lagazon side reaching up to 5 generations. The Lagazon side only goes up to Galo's greatgrandparents, while the Bonoan side goes up to Galo's great-greatgrandparents.)
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Journal: I felt the changes happening: first, the white hair, then the wrinkles around the eyes. In the beginning, I was afraid of it. I even tried to fight it. Lately, I welcome it. I figured that this is what makes me, me. Would I have it any other way? NO. I don’t want to change who I have become. I am fabulously getting older.
I used all DCWV papers of different colored roses, from red, to yellow to black and white. For the photos, I used different Foto-Me shots we had every year on our anniversary. It showed the physical changes we went through all these years.
Journal reads: Twelve years ago, we became husband and wife. We enjoyed the time we spent together, discovering new things about each other, coming together to plan our home and our lives. Still, life was never a bed of roses. We had our ups and downs. In those times when we argued about little things, we often lost sight of what was really important. Each day continues to be a struggle to keep the relationship alive and strong. Each day, we see each other’s faults, as well as each other’s strengths. Each day, we commit ourselves to remembering vows we made to each other a long time ago. At the end of the day, we sleep in the bed we make everyday, never one made of roses.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Journal: Months of wedding preparations ensued prior to the big day. Arn and I made all of these plans and executed all of the details. The night before the wedding, we were still busy making the seating arrangements. Through it all, we had our disagreements, arguments and “tampuhan” as expected in planning for this milestone. I admit that there were times when I would feel so bad, I felt unsure about my reasons for getting married to Arn.
Yet, on August 3, 1995, as soon as my dad led me to the altar to meet my husband-to-be, all my anxieties, nervousness and fears disappeared. I heard my family and friends clapping and shouting for joy, so that while daddy was shaking hands with Arn, I looked back at my loved ones. And I felt no regret. All the trouble was worth it. I am happy to be Mrs. Lagazon.
Journal reads: Remember this moment. August 3, 1995. (and along the top) Devotion. Promise. Future. Kiss. Honeymoon.
The journal reads: The candle’s flame is a small flicker of light, capable of illuminating a room. With this unity candle, may we light our new single path, so that we can go on in our journey through difficulties and triumphs, through sickness and health, through rich and poor, as husband and wife until death do us part.
HAPPILY EVER AFTER:Our story shows how God determines our destiny.
I met Arn when I was a freshman and he was a sophomore in college. We both joined the Ateneo Catechetical Instruction League (ACIL) at the same time. Because we saw each other at least twice a week, we became close. I grew up with 4 sisters, so I considered him a brother, someone I could tell my secrets to, even my crushes in school. But apparently, he felt differently. He wanted more. It was something I wasn’t ready for. He was my first suitor.
Eight years passed. We matured, struggled with our own careers and our own desires for companionship. Our paths crossed once more when I joined Confraternitas Jesu, a psycho-spiritual group that seeks to help us learn who we really are. Some of its members are friends from our college days. Arn and I rekindled our friendship, but we never talked about the past.
A few months later, in one of our weekly meetings, I was blindsided by the brilliance of Arn’s logic. We were talking about Confra’s constitution, and he alone saw something that everyone else did not. A week before our Holy Week Retreat, I confided to a friend about my new crush.
As God seemed to pre-ordain it, everything fell into place. This time, I courted him. I called him up, would visit him at work, and even made moves I wouldn’t have thought I could do. Even our Confra friends conspired to bring us together. This time, everything worked. It was meant to be. We were meant to live happily ever after. God said so. Cross my heart.