Husband had to work the past weekend, so Marguerite and I spent it at my parents' house in Marikina. When we got there and I went to the bedroom to say hello to my sister, she said, "I'm in mega-revertigo mode." I asked why and she said, because of Tita Cory. I hadn't known the former president had already died. That's why my neighbor was singing "Magkaisa". When I heard him walk past our unit belting that out, I just thought, "That's some trip." Anyway, watching all the tributes, I did shed some tears. And Chip was right. We definitely had revertigo in full force. Suddenly it was the '80s again. We discussed what we could remember happening in our lives from 1983 (I was 7, she was 4) until Tita Cory sat in power. I remember going home and learning about Ninoy and this particular scene in my school (St. Scho Marikina) from the following day. I was standing with a couple of girls near the infamous rubber tree (a magnificent balete tree that both scared us and invited us to play - hello, Tarzan and hide and seek) and discussing Ninoy's death, sensing the importance of the event and yet not really understanding it. Chip and I remembered scenes from the news of Makati raining yellow confetti. We remembered joining campaign rallies for Tita Cory, our cherry red car covered all over with yellow stickers. I remembered fighting with my cousins (we were the only Cory followers on our street, I think. We always had to be the odd people out, the only Protestants, the only kids who werent' allowed to play bingo, cards, etc... lol) over who should be the rightful leader of the nation (those rapscallions used to spit on the campaign stickers on our gate). We remembered our church congregating at our house to prepare to go to Edsa (of course, my mom had to stay with the kids, so she couldn't go). We remembered Daddy getting the walkie-talkie he had given us (ah, that lovely time before the advent of cellphones - a great way to learn the morse code... fun toy) to use along with another set so the members could communicate with each other in case they get separated in the mob. We remembered so much and continued to dig up up buried memories. I think I could recite Tita Cory's cabinet better than I could GMA's (Enrile, Quisumbing, Locsin, Benigno, etc.) That moment in history must be the proudest Filipinos will ever have and Tita Cory was definitely the shining figure in all of it. I kind of feel as though this marks the end of an era, and sorry to make it about me again, but it's another reminder that my childhood is over.