ad she lived to see the commonness of e-mail and a world bound by an efficient Internet, my grand- mother would be in the midst of chat rooms, trawling cyberspace to see how her children, grandchildren and great- grandchildren were faring. As to what sort of notebooks to jot her thoughts and reminders in, I think she’d have contentedly settled for any complimentary insurance company or bank diary—none of those expensive Moleskines or journals covered with exquisite fabrics even if these were presented to her as gifts with loving thoughts and all. Among the qualities Telesfora Aricheta Cariño Lolarga was eulogized for when she died in 1988 at the age of 83 was her being “a collector of quotable quotes,” in the words of her second son Ernesto, our Uncle Esting. In a 1958 diary in my keeping, she wrote this poem, copied from another source, with a reminder to share it with her children Febe, Pacita, Enrique Jr., Ernesto, and Celso:
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