Dear Maggie

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We all have a mother She has taught us a lot and has toiled to show us how life is and how to meet its turmoils. Hence, she is our first teacher. We set one day to celebrate and appreciate her, hence I recall memories of what she is and what she taught me.

Submitted: April 25, 2016

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Dearest Maggie...

I know it’s been ages since we last hugged and talked to each other. I felt alone when you left and so unused to not seeing you anymore. My kids must have felt the same way I know

I missed how you made those t-bone meats, so tender and juicy. I must admit I tried to ape all of your cooking, especially frying with as little cooking oil, then, using garlic and onion to a minimum because they can be so expensive. But what I missed most is how you can made the local vegetables so delightfully good, as if any meat recipe will not even compensate for it. What about the “chicharong bulaklak” you taught me to buy and cook. They are still a top-seller on our dining table.

Remember those times when you and I could sit down and you teach me how to speak your dialect? Well, am proud at this time to say, I have become well conversant with it and will even manage to write using the dialect. If you had not taught me, I would probably be dumb and even go mute, when I hear my cousins talk and discuss family affairs. So thank you for that.

My little girl has grown up now. Well, she buys her own dress most of the time. She would often talk about those days, when she would just gaze at a newly sewn dress atop our bed and she’d scream to find out, it was made especially for her and not for her cousin. True, I was able to save much that way. I recall there was even that time when the curtains in my office matched the pair of dress, which my little girl and I had worn.  Funny it has gotten, but it was one of the most comfortable wear I had, especially when I get to use it during summer. The red cotton prints turned into a balloon skirt with off shoulder blouse was truly amazing and amusing. We had a mother-daughter motif on summer wear that time.

I have stopped dying my hair already.  It is only now that I understood why you would hate the dye reaching your scalp, when you wanted that grey hair of yours turned into brown. I have also become allergic to any hair treatment today. And like you my hair has turned sparse because of those falling hair due to strong shampoo. But though my hair would get straightened at times, it has always been naturally curly, this much I got from you.

Doing the marketing with you helped me describe and identify the names of the fishes being sold. Same showing me how to dress and chop a chicken for use, either, for soup or frying. If I didn’t venture learning both, aiiii..am no good use to cleaning and stowing away market buys. But, to save time now, I just ask the meat vendors to clean them up for me. What is left is just wash them up and systematize what gets stored in the freezer. Then I know what to pull out from Monday to Sunday.

The boys have learned how to clean the house. What they got from you, is their keenness in changing the position of the living room set. Same happens to the dining room and their bedrooms.They also do their laundry and know how to lave the whites from the colored clothes. I don’t spend much time doing housework anymore. I would sometimes, just sit and relax coming home from work. But, the cooking is still my forte.

Did you know they don’t make “caramel fudge,” as how they used to. Not only has it gotten smaller in size but the taste of “before” is no longer there. So, now I would rather buy those “kakanin” which were your faves also then. Recalling the “kutsinta” with lots of gravy on top and sprinkled with shredded coconut was good enough for our snack. But I do miss the “suman” sanchez mira style. I don’t know of any more cousins living up there. I guess it’s because I wasn’t able to return to your hometown, since you left. Yes! That be would bounting decades now.

My regret now is that I have not saved any of your crocheted works. I know you have spent most of your time in the house crocheting on lull hours. You were so patient unwinding the cones of thread, my sister left as seconds from her woven blanket business and turned them into beautiful centerpieces and throw pillows.  I have resolved this really, because now am back to crocheting like you used to. I’d rather stay at home than go out spend unproductive hours. I am happy enough with my cross stitch and intervals of crocheting. Most of my finished products have found their way outside the country, which make me very proud. If I cannot go and visit other countries, at least my works are there, I feel great knowing they are displayed and being usesd in someone’s home.

The good old days are always happy memories. They are full of you Maggie and though you have gone way ahead, you’ve taught me a lot and so very thankful for everything. Now, I have passed them on to your grandchildren.

Happy Mother’s Day. Thank you for making me, "ME!"

You're truly missed and loved. You will always be a mainstay in our hearts.




 


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