September 20, 2008

Pinoy Blogger Doings (9-20-08)

Pinoy bloggers Take a stroll through these links to find out what our fellow Pinoy bloggers are up to these days (you might even win a cool pouch from Defacto):

If you’re a blogger and would like to be included in a future round-up of Pinoy Blogger Doings, feel free to shoot me an email at maricar-at-b5-media-com.

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3 comments to Pinoy Blogger Doings (9-20-08)

  1. Gayle
    September 21st, 2008 at 1:28 am

    Hi Grace

    Thanks for the kind words about Daddy’s photos. I really miss him. He was a great dad and before he married my mom and settled down at the Embassy, he was a cook on a boat that went from the US to the Philippines. He learned about cooking and was an incredible cook. He would make dinuguang (takes two days to make). He would have to go all the way to New York for the blood because they didn’t sell it anywhere in DC. Truthfully, I could not eat it–sorry, born in the States there were a lot of things my father ate that I could not. Anyway, thanks again. I’ve subscribed to your blog.

  2. Grace
    September 21st, 2008 at 5:15 am

    Gayla,
    your dad must really have a lot of stories to tell. You wrote that you were gonna write a book, will it be about him and his part in history?

    on an aside… ugh, I can’t eat blood porridge either. or balut. just too much for me! and thanks for subscribing! give heads up for links from your end and I’ll be reading em!

  3. Gayle
    September 21st, 2008 at 3:19 pm

    Hi Grace

    My dad passed away in 1996. He had a lot of stories to tell! After he left the Philippines at the tender age of 15 (stowed away on a boat) he made it to Hawaii, then on to San Francisco where he had an uncle. He fought in a boxing match and won $750 and gave it to his uncle to hold for him–he never got it back. Anyway, he traveled around and got jobs here and there, fishing up in Nova Scotia, did something in South America where he caught malaria, did something in Europe, and then got the job as cook on the ship going to the Philippines. He met my mom, who was American, through a mutual friend and they eloped at some point. He even worked in private service for President Osmena in the States at one point.

    He still didn’t settle down until I came along several years later and one year after I was born he got a job at the Embassy and stayed there until he retired. Unfortunately, when daddy would tell me these stories I didn’t write them down and so much is now forgotten.

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