THE BAGUIO I REMEMBER (continued)
March
2009
What happened to John Hay?
After World War II, my grandfather worked at John Hay, which was then being operated as a United States Base. It was off limits to non-base employees for a long time. Luckily, John Hay was opened to the public at the time I was old enough to walk and I spent many wonderful years exploring all that John Hay had to offer.
For some reason, my grandparents would take me to the ice-cream parlor in Scout Hill when the rains were strong and it was very cold. We would eat base ice cream, which only came in four flavors – chocolate chip, cherry-vanilla, vanilla and chocolate. The ice cream was always rock hard and it would take me a long time to finish. On good weather days, my grandparents would take me to the bakery. My grandparents were fans of the loaf bread and pie. The peach pie looked like an empanada that had the non-crusty dough, which absorbed some of the sweet sauce from the peaches, cinnamon, sugar and other things on the filling. It was soooo good. If anyone knows how I can get this peach pie, I’ll give you a prize.
My mom taught me how to roller-skate in the skating rink in Scout Hill. My dad taught me how to play mini golf in course in Scout Hill. My sister and I would also bounce on the trampoline in Scout Hill. We would have picnics and play soccer and baseball with family and friends in Scout Hill. As teenagers, my friends and I would play bowling and pool in Mile High and eat the pizza.
I miss the old John Hay, which is so different from how it is now.
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March 16th, 2009 at 10:08 pm
wow pandora, these blogs are really bringing back memories of my childhood. I think the last time I visited Camp John Hay was either in 1997 or 1998 and was saddened by how much it had changed. I do remember how special it was to buy imported ice cream and the fact that we generally had to use dollars to pay. I remember roller skating there, as well as bowling. I can’t remember the names of the places we would go to, except for another place called “19th Tee”:)= (on a side note, would you ever buy cinammon bread at the Baguio Country Club?:)=
March 20th, 2009 at 12:23 am
Simon: We buy raisin bread from Country Club. There is another place in Baguio where you can buy yummy raisin bread too. I’ll tell you about it when I see you.