The Harvest Upon Sunrise
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The Harvest Upon Sunrise
Calle de Escolta My mother was so in love with Calle de la Escolta. She grew up in Santa Cruz, Manila. It was interesting how through Philippine history, Escolta shaped itself according to the influences brought by colonization. It was home to shops and boutiques, mostly selling goods by trade and Chinese immigrants during the Spanish Period. In the long run, commerce brought investors from the United States, among which was, H.E. Heacock.
Look: the Heacock’s signage making its spot bright with neon. Have you ever wondered how life was during those days? If you were here, what would you be wearing—or buying? I’d say pieces of jewelry, a watch, or hats.
___ Image: John Harper
Phil-American Period It was the daily life at the Escolta business center of Old Manila. My grandparents moved to this city during World War II, wherein a new life blossomed for them upon the liberation of Manila in 1945.
Look at the cars and the men in suits by the American Hardware. Signs of the times, indeed.
The Pepsi-Cola Bottle
Its branding continues to evolve in modern times since it was created and developed in 1893 by Caleb Bradham. What era was this particular label design from, I wonder?
Old Manila There is something about the past that I hold. From the lips of my ancestors, history is kept alive or allusively told, either as hints or sharp recollections poured from hearts.