stuck on sentimental...

Pathetically sappy and stuck in the 80's (music) with the yummy-licious memories they are attached to. Especially where tropical memories of the Philippines stay deeply rooted. There's no escape and I don't mind. Infact, there is where I like to escape to on rainy days....especially on rainy days.

Faces take center stage. Lots of special faces. The photographic memories of specific places and events. Juvenile childhood crushes (even those). Magnolia ice cream. Just the thought makes me lick my lips. Faith Academy musicals. What was the name of the theatre we rented for those and graduations? SIL pool. That big Christian fish painted on the bottom always scared me for some odd reason. The meals in the guest house. There was a crush that lived up in one of the apartments. Used to play tag around that building at night. Aunt Sadie. Is that how her name was spelled? She was such a dear! Beverly Hills. Such a lush green hilly neighborhood. Antipolo bowling ally with the ice cream shop next door...and next door to that the Worleys and the Dewings in the very early years. For a while church was at Faith Academy with all the dorms/dorm kids. Steve was great at leading the worship. His curly frizzy hair couldn't be missed. Then there were those early morning Sunday drives to Union Church. Children's choir practice after church every Sunday. Coffee and cookies...and donuts in between services and sunday school. You knew when the Boesels had arrived. Nan's jolly laughter could be heard through the halls and walls. Lunch out at McDonald's (big mac and fries were my usual), wendy's taco bell...etc after church. Capture the flag was a favorite game on FA campus. Can't seem to get rid of the memorable sting of fire ants off a tree I hugged in the dark of the night during a staff meeting. Fortunately, none found their way under my knee bandage that was covering my stiched up knee from weeks before....

Hot coffee, hot cocoa, margarita....none of these things can satisfy this sappy heart as I look back on those years in tearful sentiment knowing full well they are gone forever. But only gone in time. Fortunately, not in memory. I suppose the regret of not having been able to finish out my childhood in the Pacific, on my favorite islands, and the souls behind the faces is even more painful. The relationships that should've been allowed to grow together....oh, the painful reget.