Typhoon Jean hit the island of Luzon with a roar of torrential rain and winds not to be believed...our tin roof blew off and thanks to the bathroom, we survived along with my doll, Sparkle Plenty. This was , again, just one more challenge of living as an expat in a foreign country so far away from home. ...and just as frightening as this was, there were the bonuses.
We shot the rapids down jungle rivers. We had three servants. The school was fantastic...it was the International School.
My parents were invited to the Presidents' home for cocktail & dance parties. The fire chief and his wife were there and all the women wore "gowns" I remember looking at all the beautiful gowns..especially when they were on my mother...she was so elegant with her hair in an "up sweep" with her slim body and Grace Kelly classic features. I remember the soft red plaid taffeta gown ..halter neckline and pleated bodice. As beautiful as she was, she was always a bit shy. On the other hand, Daddy was the suave, kind and humorous guy... a sought out dancer. He was a social animal. The women loved him, including me. On the other hand, my mother, as beautiful as she was, always chose to be in the background
She and my Daddy would dance...they all danced...the tango and the rumba and the samba..and when we eventually left the Philippines, my parents continued dancing to 40ies Big Bands and collected records..Frankie Laine, Frank Sinatra, Tommy Dorsay. I learned to dance to these also... to this day, 2010, I can break out and dance to anything...even alone...It is my passion.
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