Recollect
I have a lot of students ranging from aged three to eleven years. I usually teach at their homes after school. Most of them are affluent, living in big houses furnished with expensive furnitures and appliances. Some of them are from the middle-ranged but they still have big houses and plenty of material things.
When I was younger, I do wish for a real-sized piano. It reminds me of home. It was the number of hours I tried playing in my cousin's house even though they were against me using their piano. The conflicts I had with my cousins and our immaturities at that time will always come back to my memory.
The high tech CD players and booming sounds from their speakers remind me of home. My dad had a stereo set where we played LP records and listened to the songs of famous singers and later equipping the system with a karaoke component for all night singing.
Nowadays, television screens are as big as the wall but it was the fun and agony of watching on our black and white TV screen that gave me a fine recollection of home when I was young. My sister and I would take turns using a long bamboo stick to make the TV button steady as it was already missing. Once we move, the screen will shut itself off. We watched our favourite cartoons with tired arms. It was also where we saw our mum on television and learning she played bit roles in some movies.
And when I see a dog, or a pet snake or a chameleon that climbs a planted stick inside the aquarium, it reminds me of my childhood garden and pets. My pet turtles would always go missing when floods come. My daily walk with the dogs would be a disaster especially when they wanted to chase people or cats.
All these become remnants of what I remember back home but they are happy memories. However, it is the familial relationships among my students that I yearn for. It is the caring, the happy faces, the fights, the jealousy, and the love that makes me long for "home".
When I was younger, I do wish for a real-sized piano. It reminds me of home. It was the number of hours I tried playing in my cousin's house even though they were against me using their piano. The conflicts I had with my cousins and our immaturities at that time will always come back to my memory.
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The high tech CD players and booming sounds from their speakers remind me of home. My dad had a stereo set where we played LP records and listened to the songs of famous singers and later equipping the system with a karaoke component for all night singing.
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And when I see a dog, or a pet snake or a chameleon that climbs a planted stick inside the aquarium, it reminds me of my childhood garden and pets. My pet turtles would always go missing when floods come. My daily walk with the dogs would be a disaster especially when they wanted to chase people or cats.
All these become remnants of what I remember back home but they are happy memories. However, it is the familial relationships among my students that I yearn for. It is the caring, the happy faces, the fights, the jealousy, and the love that makes me long for "home".
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Enjoy your weekend!
I also had pets, fights with my cousins and friends without qualms. All my fishes died so often until I gave up. I killed hundreds of cockroaches with insecticides and hot boiling water!!! My bad karma came along with burst intestine & was near death. I prayed for the first time to my God to allow me to die at the roadside inside of alone in the bedroom.
Here, I am blogging today to create awareness and making friends with wonderful people like Jonathan.
Your realizations are indeed wonderful And to share a part of your childhood in my comment box is a joy to read. Why? Because it tells other people that although we grew in different places, our childhood consists of happy memories, childish pranks, immaturities and learnings. And to let me know of your past health condition makes me think of why I have some illnesses. Karma is working.
The last line you wrote will be cherished as it is a validation that in the world of blogging, friends can indeed be made. Thank you so much.
I cringe. I simply cannot.
This simple recollection shares the same logic why in greater scale, like history and cultural heritage, we should aim to preserve. It reminds us of our past and those pigments of memories form part of who we are,of our personal (national) identity.
Good for you. Next time, invite fellow bloggers and each should write a piece of that subject. That would be fun, di ba?
It's gonna be a blast if ever. Maybe next time since I am only here for two days leaving to orrow first thing in the morning. It was a random thing to do this morning. Waking up and telling myself, go back to your roots!
Come with me next time, we'll make lakad pang alta! Ha,ha,ha!
Errrrr.. Why do I have this heavy feeling while reading this post?
I miss childhood at home. I miss just being a child totally.
And Yes, I remember playing with my uncle's "plakas" before. The television set that you would have to hit hard or hold the antenna or the channel turner for the screen to show clear picture... Hihi..
Whenever I come home in Albay, I make it a point to walk around as well. From home to the seaside. To the market. To thr church. To the pigpen.
There will always be this place we consider home. Just like some, I consider my blog my home and my very few readers my neighbors :)
Your last line also speaks about my home where my thoughts, ideas and reflection reside. It makes it bright when visitors come and stay.
That's really nice! Fun, indeed.
Thanks for the visit. The name alone speaks of volume as I look at those photographs, ha,ha,ha!