Wednesday, 7 January 2015

Bye bye!!


Hello and Goodbye!
This blog is now closed. For Class 1961 members, and others interested in our do's, please sign up for the Facebook page, Baguio City High School. Class 61.
Many many thanks to all of you who have participated, contributed, cried, read, smiled, at these past entries.

Tuesday, 9 September 2014

Friday, 22 August 2014

Farewell, Miss Dequis



Today, it is a rainy, very wet, very green Bangkok afternoon.  I have just put in some dried red beans to boil, to make Boston Baked Beans for tonight’s supper, and the rest goes into deep freeze.  I open my Facebook account.  I feel saddened.  News from Zeno Pimentel, Marlo’s brother, that their beloved aunt, Espencia Dequis-Teodoro, has passed away today.  Condolence messages flow in for Marlo’s Auntie Pacing, the remaining  Dequis siblings “Last of the Mohicans” (according to a relative).  Like a number of our teachers and friend at City High, she was a graduate as well as retired teacher at City High, and at "Women's" -  Philippine Women’s University, in Education.

I best remember her as our Phys Ed teacher for girls (Mr. Pimentel handled the boys), and instructress for some of the dance programs we presented during school events at the City Auditorium.  She also taught Philippine Community Life and History.  A couple of times, I had fleeting moments with her during reunions in Baguio.   

If love for our teachers is manifested by our memories, mine lingers on,to the tune of Les Sylphides, a dance number where she had us clad in black turtleneck sweaters and black pants. “Chin up!! Curve your arms!!  Isurok man kanyayo no ania iti arabesque!!”   

Rest in Peace, our Miss Dequis. 23rd August 2014 
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yt5oTVXXuWI).

Monday, 28 April 2014

Woohoo!! A '61 treasure find, Delma's facebook

Baguio,  28th April Ludy B-A., Marlo P-A, Delma L., Art B, Ray T.

Wednesday, 23 April 2014

How do you cool off the Baguio summer heat?

...by halo halo at Chow King.  23rd April, kind courtesy of Delma's FB page.  Standing: Delma, Marlo. Seated: Ludy, Louella.

Tuesday, 8 April 2014

Courtesy of Delma L's FB page


Sunday, 23 February 2014

Why We Never Get Over High School



Here is an interesting article on a conversation starter.  From:
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Mentioning high school is loaded with hidden meaning
Hello. Where did you go to high school?” When so many of you nominated this question as your natural conversation starter, as I mentioned here last week, it was tempting to dismiss it as an example of how Americans never quite get over high school. Was this just about Fast Times at Ridgemont High, or 90210, or The O.C., or forever remembering all the other schools in your league? Or maybe you all are 18 years old. But you wrote with such enthusiasm, thoroughness, and conviction, that it looked like something else was going on. So, I decided to look again.

Your nominations of this particular question came in from all corners of the country-- all mid-sized cities-- like Louisville, New Orleans, St. Louis, Cincinnati, Baltimore, Charlotte. They came from all ages of you, from the millennials to those who wrote that a half century ago, this question was also asked in Chicago and San Francisco,  when those cities were arguably more “mid-size” than they are today. You also said this was the question of Oahu (where we know the young Barack Obama of modest means attended the elite private school, Punahou) and from Melbourne, Australia.
From your descriptions, it became clear that “Where did you go to high school?” is another way of asking “Where do you live?” But you aren’t seeking a simple answer of name or geography with either of those questions. You are using those questions to seek valuable information about the socio-economic-cultural-historical background of a person. It helps you orient that person in the context of the world as you live it and interpret it.
...more, in article...