Last Saturday, I visited my friend Sr. Gomez at his home. He showed me some old photos of his and I volunteered to scan them so he can save a digital copy somewhere in his computer. Our humid weather accelerates the deterioration of such old materials, its best to scan them for safe keeping. Eveytime he’ll pull out a photograph, he would tell a dozen story about it and its just amazing how an old faded photograph can trigger great memories – and for someone like me, deeper appreciation of our past traditions and our heritage.
When he handed me an envelope-full of photographs, I just realized the gigantic task at hand – but I’m happy that he entrusted them to me, anything for the ol’ man, who not only happen to be a great friend but also a distant lolo!
I would be sharing more old photos from here on out. Since they are just in a box in the house – I’ll try to scan them and put them here for everyone to see. I have amassed a considerable collection since I normally buy some in antique shops whenever I find one. I usually get family and personal portraits of unknown people. My imagination would just take over – who are these people, what were they like, what are their occupation, what was their language – questions that arise from just looking at these tattered photos. How these picture end up in a shop’s buckets to be sold cheap, I have no clue. The only reason I can think of why I pick them up is that I don’t want to deal with the guilt of not saving them from being discarded.
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Nostalgic! Happy easter brotha!
@ Levi – Kamusta brotha! send me your # lost my cell a yr ago
The photos do have a charming appeal in them. What does the library on the last photo contain?
With these photos, now I can confirm what my grandfather is talking about. Even in rural areas, people have to dress up outside.
I think this style of dressing up is still done in Italy and Spain, but not in here. Got a few friends who went there.
@ Raffy – I have seen pictures of Manila in the 70’s where you would hardly see anyone not formally dressed. Times has changed.
Paquito Bolero (Francisco Herrera del Rosario in real life) was my late uncle. He’s the brother of my late father Indalecio “Toti” del Rosario
Thanks kor sharing your collections sir. Hope you’ll post more so we’ll see how our city looks like years ago..