Memory Recall – Petromax
The hissing of pumped air, the sweet putrid aroma of alcohol and kerosene, the spark of the red-tipped match that started it all, and the beginning of night in a far-flung village detached from the gallows of city lights.
Memoirs and songs.
The hissing of pumped air, the sweet putrid aroma of alcohol and kerosene, the spark of the red-tipped match that started it all, and the beginning of night in a far-flung village detached from the gallows of city lights.
Flores de Mayo was a time for us kids to enjoy while the heat of tropical summer was dying down. We would gather all kinds of flowers from our neighbours as well as from the wild. Kids who lived near the forests always had more […]
The sun was rising behind the thin outlines of Mt. Guiting-Guiting. The panorama of the mountain stood tall above the stillness of sea and clouds. In the villages below, roofs made of galvanized sheets and thatches of nipa started to appear. The soft breeze swayed […]
Faith and Reason In the Renaissance, I’ve learned, there was a growing attention toward promoting the human mind and the science of the natural world. With it came an attempt to reconcile our faith with both reason and science. These components of human development and […]
“Acquiring knowledge of history is the surest way of acquiring confidence in the church. History teaches that nothing is new and that the church has survived sadder and more difficult situations. History is a school of wisdom and of limitless patience.” – Cardinal Ives Congar […]