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Mom in the NYC Subway circa 1970

On this 7th day of August mom would have turned 73. This year also marked her 7th anniversary in heaven. Lots of lucky 7s.

Mom was indeed lucky as a child being the first born to survive. My Lola endured three miscarriages before my mom arrived. Since her birth she was the golden child — like all first-borns — getting anything and everything she wanted.

My dad would tell me stories my Lolo shared with him about mom like how she would have temper tantrums as a child, hurling her body on the floor until she got what she wanted. (Sounds familiar, huh, Dexter?) Little did she know she would then be followed by a little brother and sister. At this point she quickly assumed the eldest sister role providing support and guidance.

She was the first and only from her immediate family to migrate to the United States — on her own. With two small suitcases in tow she and a girlfriend landed in New York City. They settled in an apt in Queens that practically felt like an earthquake when the subway travelled by. Soon after they found work at the United Nations. And that’s where she met dad in 1969. Lucky for him 😉

Lucky for my sister and me too! Lucky for us to have a trailblazer as a mom who will always be our rock and idol. We love you and miss you, mom. Happy happy birthday!

Hello Sunshine!

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Dare I say it? Finally it feels like summer here on the east coast with — so far — a full day of the sun’s rays and warmth.

What’s a girl to wear to celebrate the season? Leave it to my stylin’ mom to help set the trend in the sixties with a mod mini of her own design. Ah, long gone are the affordable days of being able to give sketches to your own seamstress to handcraft anything you dream up. Maybe when I hit the lottery I’ll do the same. Or I could just learn to sew. Or get Glenn to learn to sew.


[Mom’s pic was taken in the Secretariat building of the United Nations probably during a lunch date with dad. Assouse!]

Pint-size fashionistas or their fabulous mommies need not search high and low for the perfect LYD (little yellow dress) this season. La Petite Couture has this darling number that’s never too fancy for any occasion. I see it gracing girls-only birthday soirees and garden tea parties. Or even a barefoot romp on lush [clean] green grass.

Oh summer joy!

How It All Started

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mom in paris

It all started with this picture. I see it everyday when I pass by the china cabinet where the urn of my mom resides. It’s literal stuck in the seam of the outside glass pane. How independent for a 20-something born and raised in what was then a rural town in the Philippines (Sta Rosa, Laguna) to set off for Europe with some girlfriends in the mid-60s. I don’t think I ever had that drive even in my late 30’s when I was at least financial secure to pursue something adventurous like that.

As I admire pictures of my mom through the years, I realize that they have so many stories to tell. Although she is no longer here to share them, I recently have found inspiration in all these imagery from how she carried herself, her fashionable style to the simple expression on her face.

I’m looking forward to honoring my mom with this blog and sharing how much she is still a part of my life.

Christine Resuma de Castro
Conchita’s Daughter