THE ANNUNCIATION PARISH CHURCH

After the conversion to Christianity and adhesions to the Spanish Government of the natives settling on the southeastern end of the Bicol Peninsula, then known as Casiguran, a missionary settlement was established in 1600. This territory extends from the central part of the present site of the province of Sorsogon to the shores of the Pacific on its northern boundary.

In 1609, Rev. Fr. Felix Huertas, the missionary administrator of Casiguran, zealous in his duties towards his “flock”, visited the valley on the northern part of this territory wherein he found, on and near the shores an abundant growth of native plants called “Bacong”*. It was this missionary father who gave the name Bacong to this place after the name of these plants. To make the pronunciation easy and smooth, the g at the end was discarded by the Spaniards who came later. The name has been pronounced and written as Bacon since then

Bacon Became A Separate Missionary Parish:In the year 1617, the Visita de Bacon ceased to be a part of her mother town, Casiguran. A separate missionary parish or pueblo was established here under the Roman Catholic Church, with Rev. Fr. Antonio de San Francisco, its founder, as the first minister of the church.

With the natives to supply both labor and materials, the first place of worship was constructed under the direction of the missionary father. The church was dedicated to the Ntra. Sra. De La Anunciacion, the patron saint of the place to this day.

SORSOGON CAPITOL

DURAN HOTEL TONGGAPO BEACH RESORT

Napakabilis ng pag unlad ng lugar namin dati ang Duran Hotel na ito ay isa lang open cottege pero ngayun isa na syang napaka gandang hotel at dinarayo ng mga foreigner

Ito ang bahay na gawa sa bato tinatawag nilang intramuros dahil nong panahon pa yan ng hapon ang kwento sa akin ng lola ko nong panahon daw ng hapon nakatayo pa yang bahay na yan na gawa sa bato pero dahil malapit sya sa dagat at sa pag dating ng panahon lumalawak ang dagat kaya naaabot na sya ng malalaking alon kaya sya nasira minsan nong bata paa ko jan kami nag sisipag takbuhan o di kaya nag tataguang pong kami

Wow pili nuts masarap syang gawing konserba hmmm miss ko na ang pili nuts ng bikol

TOLONGAPO BEACH RESORT

This is my place were i grown up,dinarayo ng mga tao masarap maligo sa dagat libo libong tao ang pumupunta dito lalo na pag summer April at May halos wala kang makikita kundi mga masasayang tao habang naliligo sa dagat nag eenjoy this is one of the beaty of Bacon the place kung saan ako lumaki at nag kaisip.Napakasayang pag masdan lalo na sa umaga ang pag sikat ng haring araw sa silangan at pagmasdan ang pag lubog sa kanluran na para bang nagsasabing antayin mo ako bukas kita uli tayo matutulog muna ako at bukas muli tayong mag kikita kaibagan ko.Ang saya miss na kita Bacon,antayin mo darating ako..para muli tayong magkapiling kahit sa sandaling panahon.

Laughing Angels

My youngest son doesn’t talk much. He has severe Autism that hampers his ability to speak and communicate. It also locks him in his own world much of the time. Yet, when he laughs and smiles he can light up the darkest day. Sometimes he will break into a spontaneous spasm of giggles for no apparent reason at all. When this happens my daughter and I will often joke that his dearly departed Grandma and her angel friends must be tickling him. The other night while I was busy working at my desk I once more heard his musical laughter behind me. I asked, "Son are the angels tickling you again?" and got an even louder burst of giggles as an answer. I smiled and turned around to see him. There he stood under the ceiling fan with its glass globe glowing above his head like a halo. Dangling from it too was a glass angel figurine that we had tied to the light cord years before. Both the angel and my son seemed to sparkle in the light before my eyes. It was then that I realized that my daughter and I had been right all along. God did have His angels watching over my angel. I was sure too that they were sharing in every bit of laughter and joy that he was blessing this world with. The word angel originally meant "messenger". That is what my son is to me and to everyone he meets. Some people with closed minds and shut down hearts might look at him and see him as less than human. To me he is more than human. He is an angel whose messages are ones of unconditional love and unlimited joy. He may not say many words but his soul speaks volumes. He may appear handicapped in the eyes of Earth, but in the eyes of Heaven his light is among the brightest. I know as well that angels are watching over his every move and joining in his every laugh. I only pray that my own heart will remain open to the lessons he teaches and that my pen will allow me to share them with you. May the laughter of angels always bless your life as well.

The God Of Love

As we think of the lives that are lost

Regarded as nothing at all

The heartache and agony of those that are left

The devastation of the fall

The children left without a Mum

To embrace them when they cry

The many alone without a daddy

To tuck them in bed at night

The parents also left to grieve

For the children they have lost

Husbands and wives also weep

Paying an unbelievable cost

There is hope, a glimpse of light

Amidst these darkened days

Our Lord Jesus who loves us so much

And hears when we kneel to pray

He can bring healing to the hurting heart

And comfort to those who weep

He is the strength that we can receive

Still we’re left wondering how this happened

And why all this needless grief

So many questions remain unanswered

We just need to have faith and believe

That our loving God is still in control

Though the remnants of terror remain

The broken lives and shattered dreams

The unspoken anguish and pain

He knows full well how we are feeling

He identifies grief with us

We can be sure that He loves us so

For He is a God of love.

My Father's Angels

I wasn't paying attention at the time to the good example my father set. He wasn't consciously "setting a good example" -- he was just living life according to his values.

It was the 1950s in a small Middle Georgia farm town. Our family owned a clothing store in the middle of the main business block downtown. Six days a week, 8am until 6pm (9pm on Saturday), my father presided over his business. And sometimes an angel would come to our store.

I didn't recognize those visitors as angels. Neither did my mother, who accepted my father's decisions but referred to Daddy's angels as "bums". She was concerned that they painted hobo marks to guide others to my father. My father was, and still is, an extremely kind man. He bought them lunch.

I guess Daddy knew Mama's opinion and took precautions in case any individual "angel" might actually be an alcoholic. He would have a friendly, encouraging conversation with the person, who was shabby and obviously down on his luck.
Then Daddy would walk him across the street to the Coffee Cup Cafe and pay for him to eat the daily special, a hearty meal. Depending on how the conversation was going, Daddy would sometimes sit and have lunch with him.

Another variation on this theme was sometimes Daddy would bring the man to our house to do yard work to earn a bus ticket. Mama would feed him a good home cooked meal but would serve it to him in the kitchen or on the back steps.
Daddy explained his theory of angels to his children this way: "It's Biblical. Sometimes God sends an angel among men unawares, to test us. How we behave toward the least of his children is how we treat Him."

I remember chuckling at my "naive" father's actions later when I got more grown and more savvy. I laughed that he got it backwards about who the angel was.
Now that I am middle-aged, I'm proud to say that I realize how blessed I am to have such a wise and good man, Joseph Van Johnson, as my father and my teacher.
I am also doubly blessed to be meeting angels now myself. More than once I have recognized God Himself staring back at me from the face of a homeless mentally ill person. I understand now that my father was respecting the spirit of God that is within each of us.