+ Follow GINGOOGNON UNION Tag
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[Summary] => In my golden years, I think of the Gingoog of my childhood, and memories rush back like the rainwater swiftly rushing down the canals which, would you believe, was good enough to do our laundry in. One of the best things about being alive after the half-century mark is remembering vignettes of days of innocence, of escapades after school hours, of walking through the town on horse-driven tartanillas, of going to dances with our fathers and being asked to dance by the boys whose private lives we secretly wondered about. They were days spent without thought of tomorrow.
[DatePublished] => 2004-05-22 00:00:00
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[AuthorName] => Domini M. Torrevillas
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