The Last Mile…

The Last Mile…

…is always the longest. A familiar saying, but one that I am always reminded of whenever I visit the Philippines. I have usually come half way around the world to do so, except that this time it was just a local trip – from Manila to Davao. According to my...

Overwhelmed by Love

I am not easily moved to tears but there have been occasions when that has happened – almost inexplicably. It was the morning of the day I was due to leave Manila to go back to UK. My purpose was to find a house for our family. It was in April 1991. The evening...

Our First Computer

It was not planned – but I was determined to make some enquiries about personal computers while visiting Hong Kong. Back in 1984 it was a low-end Commodore 64 that had caught my intention, but my attention was soon directed by my friend toward an Apple II+...

Earthquake!

They strike without warning and therein lies the danger and vulnerability. Happily when the great Luzon earthquake struck in July 1990 our family was not placed in any immediate danger. Malcolm was away on a pineapple plantation in the south but the rest of us were in...

Imelda’s Shoes

It had been quite a week. On Sunday we had awoken to the news of a revolution getting under way – Filipino style – and were coming to terms what it meant and the implications. By Tuesday evening Ferdinand Marcos, his wife Imelda and their family, had left,...

Praying People Power II

(Sequel to Praying People Power) In my earlier report I alluded to the nuns who knelt in front of the tanks on EDSA. There were also many others praying – on the streets, in churches,  and over the radio. There was a huge spiritual element to the revolution. It...