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Really, Abuelita
you must have been a very special girl.
posted by
Friar__Tuck
on June 17, 2004 at 7:03 AM
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Friar, I think that all love never dies, no? The first ' little boy ' that
I loved was half Mexican and half Black American and I was in the 4th grade in elementary school, and he taught me my first words in Spanish, giving me a love of the language forever after. First loves influence us in unknown ways.
I stood up against playground bullies who teased one fellow mercilessly in the third grade of elementary school because his parents dressed him very conservatively, I punched them one day and told them to leave him alone....he later became our state governor and remembered me. You just never know about the future........
posted by
benzinha
on June 16, 2004 at 10:16 AM
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Wow!
Benzinha, you never cease to amaze me! So, first love never dies?
posted by
Friar__Tuck
on June 15, 2004 at 3:20 AM
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Friar, I don't know whether I left my heart in Bacolod or elsewhere,
but the first 'man' that I loved was from the Islas Filipinas. Our next door neighbor had two sons in the Navy and one of their friends, Alex Nagtalan, finished the Navy and lived with them for one year, establishing himself in America. I don't know where he was from in the Islas, but to me, he was movie star handsome. He wore those thick black plastic rimmed eyeglasses of olden days, but they couldn't hide his beauty.
He spent his severance pay and savings on a1955, I believe, Chevy Belair convertible. It was red and white striped with red leather interior. When he drove away in prescription sunglasses and a huge smile, my young ( 9 year old ??? Can't remember my age then.) heart just melted. He knew that I loved him and was so very kind to a foolish child, and he told me many stories about his family. I cannot remember them today. I have had an interest in the Islas ever since then. I wonder where that old man is now?
Leaving friends behind is so very painful. We moved so very often to different countries and the sobbing of my family could be heard each time at a distance of one thousand miles. There are wonderful people everywhere. But the new friends never do fill the spaces of the old, they just form new spaces within our hearts.
posted by
benzinha
on June 12, 2004 at 10:07 PM
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