“I Love You”: Memoirs of My Grandchildren Scrapbook Display & Presentation (❘)


Sunday, November 5th (2:00 p.m. – 5:30 p.m.)

Filcasa Multi-Purpose Hall (442 William Avenue)


My Thought on the Scrapbook Project

I am not a sentimental person nor am I one who records and makes a compilation of mementos or takes photos for posterity or to be posted on social media, etc. Although I do not object when my picture is taken especially if they are candid shots, capturing me while doing something worthwhile. I do not have the creativity to choose which image or item will aptly display the memories I’d like to impart and what materials would be appropriate.

So, when this project was first launched in August, I was ambivalent. In the first place I do not have many photos of my family, except those that were given to me as souvenirs. All photos that could be part of my scrapbook were all in the Philippines. But having a cooperative spirit, I graudgingly participated in this project.

Now after all, I realize this is a worthwhile project, for three reasons:

  • It evoked a sense of gratitude in me:

It made me look back on my story, and doing so, I was filled with gratitude with the gifts and blessings God gave me, the people He placed under my care who touched my life and who I likewise touched. I realized I wouldn’t be here and now if not for the significant persons who were with me in my journey. Remembering my past made me feel nostalgic and miss the ones no longer present in my life, my father and brother who have passed away and even those I left behind in the Philippines, my mother, my siblings, my friends, my community. My scrapbook is a show of gratitude for all that I received from them.

  • I am leaving a bucketful of memories for future generations.

Capturing a little of my past journey, concretely in pictures, may help those who will read it through, know me more because of my roots, the people who were with me along the way. I would leave my children, my grandchildren and whoever would get a hold of this scrapbook with something to remember me by. They may know the people I value and know the story that I wanted to impart from the items and images I have placed in my scrapbook.

  • It is a community-building endeavour.

Once I started with sorting out what pictures I have in my possession, I knew I need pictures of members of my family which I didn’t have. To my rescue, my sisters and a friend freely gave me some which are significantly important to be part of my story. My husband, Rey, reproduced from his camera certain pictures relevant to me. This effort of theirs lent meaning to what I say as a collective effort and my scrapbook is not mine alone but a testament of what a community of persons can do. Further in our follow up meetings with the organizers, having experienced the others trying to make theirs is heartwarming as I listened to snippets of their life that they wanted to depict in their own scrapbooks. I can say that I somehow know them more as persons because of this project.

Having completed this scrapbook makes me feel fulfilled like having someone pat me on the back and say, “good job”. I also feel relieved having accomplished something I didn’t know I could. Relief like feeling hungry and feeling full after eating a good meal. However, inadequate my scrapbook is, not being a creative person, I am satisfied with the memories captured therein. (Written by Imelda Sangalang)