Mostly, though, I remember going to the nearest river with my mother to do our laundry. I remember how people dug tabay in the pebbly banks of the river and continuously scooped water out of it until the water that seeped through was clear and usable for washing clothes. I remember actually enjoying that! And I remember, after coming home from the river on my birthday, a few days after the typhoon, someone had cooked a huge kaldero of tanghon and we had a wonderful celebratory lunch.