Me and Lola Santa Clara, circa 2009.
In honor of Women’s History Month, I’d like to profile some of the many sheroes in my life. Some may be gone, but never ever forgotten.
Lola Santa Clara is my maternal grandmother. She was a religious, educated, funny, and giving lady. She taught me many things such as reading, writing my name, and to always take a nap. 😛 I recall the countless stories she would share with us. She remembered when the Philippines was invaded by Japan and how she & her family had to hide underground. I was quite terrified, but very proud. I would also have to say she was super resourceful.
She was a simple woman who enjoyed word search puzzles, doodling, birthday parties, attending mass, talking on the phone with her siblings and relatives, and making a great salad. I also remember how much she cherished her keyboard piano with the programmed songs. It was a gift from my Tito (uncle) Steve.
Lastly, she was selfless. She had the chance to move up North, but she remained in the city so she could raise us. She never wanted to be too far away from her grandchildren. I will eternally be grateful to her and our grandfather, Lolo Maning.
Dacal a salamat po.
Kaluguran daka,
Bernadette
let me think. 