tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956300187635807959.post8853356979365602674..comments2023-03-24T20:41:46.582+08:00Comments on Munting Tinig Ng Pateros: Thank You!Dennis Concepcionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04379971358990883253noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956300187635807959.post-68609537086542295462012-03-10T03:05:00.488+08:002012-03-10T03:05:00.488+08:00Hi Dennis,
Just want to let you know I had e-mail...Hi Dennis,<br /><br />Just want to let you know I had e-mailed you.<br />And, you are always welcome, Laddie!<br /><br />Best regards,<br /><br />Dan ZamoraHydeParkerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02133879685656685421noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956300187635807959.post-89271854799791163282012-03-09T10:18:54.923+08:002012-03-09T10:18:54.923+08:00This comment has been removed by the author.Dennis Concepcionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04379971358990883253noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956300187635807959.post-32365606563745475942012-03-06T09:55:32.469+08:002012-03-06T09:55:32.469+08:00Now that's interesting! Of course I know about...Now that's interesting! Of course I know about the time difference but never paid much heed to it. Then I just noticed, while trying to close out this blog that I had sent to you my most recent on March 6, at 9:40 A.M., while my clock was showing March 5, 8:40 P.M., 13 hours difference between Boston and Manila (er, Pateros).HydeParkerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02133879685656685421noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956300187635807959.post-2755971341244149382012-03-06T09:40:13.942+08:002012-03-06T09:40:13.942+08:00Hi Dennis,
Great to hear from you and thanx for t...Hi Dennis,<br /><br />Great to hear from you and thanx for the quick response!<br /><br />Yes, you’re right. I do live on the other side of the pond now. Lived here in Hyde Park (a section of Boston, MA) almost four decades. Started coming here in ’72 and moved here during the blizzard of ’78. Probably will live here the rest of my life now.<br /><br />Yeah, the old Pateros, use to be like the old Cheers sitcom, it’s a place where “everybody knows your name”. As a kid there, can’t go anywhere without somebody seeing me and piping on to my mother. [Remember when Tia Nena Quiogue told my mom “I saw Dante with a pack of cigarette in his pocket!”, for which I got chewed out; and, that I had bought two dozen balot from them, wherein my mother then questioned me where I had taken them. Learned not to go by their residence if I can help it, lest I’m seen doing something I shouldn’t be doing and get “reported”. (I know they only meant well.) Wondering if they still live at that place two doors down from the cinehan.] Heard a comment before “it takes a village to raise a child.” (Of course me growing up, my mother would have said two towns wouldn’t be enough, never mind a village!)<br /><br />It is indeed sad to see some of the old folks leave. (Although you might say good riddance to a few!) During my time, the trend was to join the Navy. However, whereas a lot them stayed-in till retirement, I believe I’m one of the few who decided I didn’t want to do it as a career. So, after my original enlistment, four years, I called it quit. But, after I got out, instead of going back (which I contemplated doing) I decided to at least try my mettles in the new neighborhood. Looks like it worked out for me ‘cause I’m still here, forty years later! Guess happiness is where you find them.<br /><br />Sadly, in all the years, I have not attended any of the Pateros fiesta here. My mother, when she was alive and pretty mobile, used to make it all the time. Then, I will hear from her that my old friends, former neighbors, and old acquaintances were asking for me. About four years ago, I suddenly had the strong urge to attend and contacted my old neighbor, Freddie Gatpayat. But, something came up and didn't make it. I even had a plane ticket on hand! Then last year I told Ate Meding Gatpayat (they use to have a store at a street corner, across the bowling alley, at the foot of the Pateros bridge, which, you had written about somewhere in your blog) that I’m planning to attend. Again the plan was de-railed. I’m afraid my talk of attending had started to sound like the boy who cried wolf! Although she said there are now two groups separately celebrating it.<br /><br />Your mother and mine could very well have met at one of those fiestas. My mother had always hung around the kitchen or, wherever the food was being served or dispatched. And we know a lot of the Concepcions. One of my teachers was a Mrs. Concepcion, I went to school with one, and so did my sister. Matter of fact, I think one of them was my sister’s classmate in the lower grades, then became my classmate in the upper grades when she transferred to Pateros Elementary. I do understand it is a pretty common surname, albeit not like the surname “Cruz”!<br /><br />You are right, the fiesta do go around between LA, Frisco, and San Diego. Maybe one of these days you and I will make it to the Pateros fiesta here. <br /><br />You mentioned the Pascuals from Aguho. I knew of one who was in the Navy and about my age. They use to live at what we use to call “Ibaba”. The other family that lived close by my house were the kids of Ti Barang; Tino, Felix, Ador, and Belen. They used to live between Lolo (Dr.) Bened Castillo and Ti Pano; across the street from the old basketball court (somebody told me an apartment complex is now in its place).<br /><br />Later, I do want to communicate with you about a…“humanitarian?” project. Something to do with education and the elementary school. I will probably need to connect you also with my (first) cousin who lives at my parent’s old house.<br /><br />So long.HydeParkerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02133879685656685421noreply@blogger.com