Lost in Space, was a TV show in the states back in the 60’s, those of us old enough will remember Robby the Robot admonishing young Will Robinson just about every episode with that line, “Danger, Danger Will Robinson!” You could ask; ”How is this pertinent to 2010 in the Republic Of The Philippines?”
This line was brought with me from my past, and I would utter this famous line anytime, I saw something about to go amiss. Of course my wife and daughters and our extended Philippine family, heard it so much it is now part of the “Thompson Family” lexicon.
If you wait long enough all things will backfire on you, when we are out, and I order a beer or a cocktail, my wonderful wife will smile and say, “Oh No! Danger, Danger Will Robinson!” She added the Oh no part. It will always cause me to smile, as I know it’s said with humor, I Hope!
Then one night, we were finished with supper and my oldest girl was clicking through the channels and there was “Lost in Space” the movie. After I explained that this is where that line came from, they all wanted to see it. We howled laughing every time it was said, I believe more than three times.
My granddaughter was over last week for the day, and my niece was visiting also, they were taking turns riding the bicycle in the living room, dining room and the kitchen, and when Shay, my niece came too close to a table, my granddaughter shouts at her, Yes, you guessed it! I fell off the chair in a fit of laughter, and little Coleen had no idea why. That was her line now, how did I even know about it?
So that is my contribution to the ever changing Philippine culture, it’s only fair after we Americans added some Tagalog words to our language, one that comes to mind is bundoc, meaning mountainous or countrified area, we now spell it boondocks, hell, we even named a military shoe boondockers. Other words we took, like aso, as in “He’s such an aso” (I could be wrong about that one?)
One complaint my daughter, has about me is about her daughter, my granddaughter loves American food. My fault! When she was born I would buy case upon case of Beechnut and Gerber baby food for her. It has helped her, as she is the tallest kid in her 1st grade class and gets all “A’s”, and has no health problems to date. But when we’re eating in a restaurant and she wants mashed potatoes instead of rice, everyone looks at me. And something that you don’t see too much of here, is that she loves all types of cheese. When she visits, I’ll break out the Gouda or a wedge of Cheddar cheese and with crackers, we go to town. If I live long enough we’ll add the wine when she’s older. So when her mother decides to get mad at me, my granddaughter, will warn me by shouting; “Danger, Danger, Will Robinson!”, and add in “Run, Lolo Run!