The Old TMA Office… 2013
The Old TMA Office… 2013
Family reunions are priceless occasions to reconnect, meet new relatives, revive memories, remember departed ones, see what’s up ahead for the new generations. What reunion is thought of as useless anyway? But I think what normally goes on is that people are told about reunions, given dates to save, given costs or fees to pay and then are expected to just pop us and contribute fun. It takes quite a planner to organize a precious event, put people together, propose a program, keep people informed. It is a monumental task indeed. If you want to put more depth into one. It can be done. But you need time, lots of heads thinking and contributing, lots of people involved. The recent reunions we had were very precious ones…yet it can always grow better.
Perhaps in the next year/s to follow, I shall oblige my homeschooler to help organize the proposed reunion to happen again. Let’s see how things will swing! But for sure, it will happen, IF, a reunion is contemplated on. After all, people do save up, go on leave of absences, and travel all the way back to the country. It is quite an effort for those living outside the mother country. So now, for those already in the venue country, perk up and do the leg work. Let’s see. Let us make it more than just special.
Don’t ever forget, in our last reunion, despite the cheery atmosphere of reuniting with one another, there’s the air of sadness where the elderly are progressing into their condition called ‘alz.’ It’s sad to not be recognized anymore. It’s sad to not be able to hear their contribution to stories. It’s sad to see the younger, newer members of families not be able to connect to what older members know. It’s sad not to see family history in family reunions. All family reunions have priceless history to be told and retold. Don’t let it stop.
I now remember when I was a little girl. I would occasionally meet elderly members of my mother’s of father’s family, watch them recall stories, hear them recall names I hardly know, see them laugh and even try to include me in their laughter like I know what they are talking about! I just sit there, and stare with a fascinated daze, in my mind, “what are you people talking about?” No I do not want my children to be like me, like that!
Each person has a story to tell. Each story has a relevant role into the family’s total history. If any one person goes unrecognized, unheard, then the facts of history, the story is not complete. And this thins out the family history. Who knows what substantial stories we do not know since our grandparents’ time? But they were born during Dr. Jose Rizal’s time period. They were there! And we do not know much!
If we exert a little more effort towards garnishing family reunions, perhaps our homeschoolers would appreciate their Social Studies subjects more. This is not an imposition. These are just my thoughts. There’s a lot of Civics in family reunions. We might as well discover things in depth.
When nature unleashes it’s fury…we are all in the same boat…so to speak…
Time flies by me like a wasp zipping by…you know wasps…you do not like to be stung by wasps…so you avoid it like mad…that’s how time is to me…I try not to look at it but i always sense that it zips by…really fast…too fast…
The night before this special event, Topper felt quite apprehensive about his number. “What if I get clipped?” he asked. I felt his apprehension, yet I was amused at his determination to do his work well. To encourage him, I shared to Topper about doing his best, not to please the audience, but to enjoy the dance in which he and his friends were so challenged to do well. Moments before their number, he felt more nervous! I not only sensed it, but I saw it! But when it was time, and it was the first time TMA would ever have a Filipiana classic as a number by homeschoolers, one would never suspect his apprehension! What a trooper! They were all very cute on stage! These children who danced to the challenge of those two bamboo poles, were once our pre-schoolers, tiny tots…homeschoolers!