This old house was Lolo's & Lola's.
Where sons were raised to become accountants...
Tito Benny
...and pioneers.
Papa B & Tito Quirino.
"You may have the kick-ass BDU pants that hold up through back-breaking work, but I got the cool fedora that chicks dig!"
Where daughters were raised to be teachers...
Tita Virgi
...and grandmothers.
Greatgranddaughter Janice, Tita Nida, and Granddaughter Sandy.
This old house is getting a facelift.
A new terrace over the front entrance.
Cement now replaces the old wooden wall.
New rooms are added.
New rooms where greatgrandchildren now play.
When I was a child, my cousins and I ran up and down these stairs...
...we climed into this closet...
... and out this one, which used to adjoin the two rooms.
The Last Supper tapestry still hangs over the dining table.
These religious icons still adorn walls...
...and the alter...
...watching over this old house's residents and guests alike.
The old grotto still stands steadfast...
...a beacon for returning family and strangers who come calling.
A traveling shoe & umbrella repairman.
These old shoes definitely have a shot at carrying the greatgrandchilren's feet when they grow up.
Tito Nilo & Tita Nida
Lolo's & Lola's greatgrandchildren.
Sarah & Richard (Ian)
Vince & Irene (Honey)
Janice & Imelson (Sandy)
Grandchildren.
Sandy (Tita Nida) looking over King (Tita Nida).
Apparently, King (Tita Nida) is quite the aesthetician.
King (Tita Nida) & Mama K
One thing that has not changed, through typhoons and el niño's...
...is the basak (rice fields).
Papa B surveying the basak and suba (slough).
The ever sustaining grain that Lolo & Lola cultivated to nourish their children...
...and build their home.
In loving memory of Loloy Tikoy & Lola Irene
Thank you for giving us This Old House,
to cherish and hold for generations to come.
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