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Wilmawas a proud Filipina born in 1960 in Quezon City, Philippines to Victor de Guzman and Consalacion Loteyro. She grew up with her five siblings, Hans, Guia, Alice, Al, and Ruth, in Manila and Island Rizal. She got her Associates Degree in Hotel and Restaurant Management before embarking on a new adventure across the ocean.

In 1985, Wilma moved to the United States with her first-born son, Ricardo. A spirited explorer, she traveled the globe: from countries like Germany and France, to states like Maryland, Georgia, New York, New Mexico, Texas, and Oklahoma. She made so many incredible friends everywhere she went. But, dearest to her, she also continued to build her wonderful family: after Ricardo came Chris, Danny, Ashley, and David. Her children meant more than the whole world to her.

Wilma was lighthearted and a beacon of joy to everyone she met. She delighted in the little things: breaking into song and dance after enjoying her favorite meal, winning a round of Filipino mahjong, or sitting down with a favorite cooking show. Her silliness was infectious and brought levity to even the heaviest moments. She was quick to crack a joke, poke you in the ribs, then scurry away with a devilish look in her eye.

Quick-witted and creative, she could beat anyone in Scrabble with the same ease in which she made a meal. A fierce, talented chef, she cooked in the kitchens of Fort Sill for work, just to come home and feed her children to bursting. No one was allowed to go hungry with Wilma around. And no one would ever leave the table without a smile.

Wilma lives on through her five children, who carry the memory and joy of her onward. She taught us to see so much beauty in the world, and we will continue to find her in every aspect of our lives: in the small things. In food. In the families we build along the way.

Then there was a conversation in Family Computer Magazine7 between Shigeru Miyamoto-san and Xevious8 creator Masanobu Endo-san. I read that, and that was when I first learned about game designers.7. Family Computer Magazine: An information magazine focusing on the NES. It was sold by Tokumashoten Intermedia Inc. from 1985 to 1996.

8. Xevious: A shooting game released as an arcade game by Namco Limited (now Namco Bandai Games Inc.) in 1983. Versions appeared for a variety of consoles such as the NES.

I think that was about the time that the occupation of game designer was being established. In the early days of video games, engineers were making video games. And that's when you first thought you wanted to make games in the future.

Yes. Because of that, from around junior high I would write things in essays that I wanted to be a game designer when I grew up. But I don't think I had thought about how I would do that, though. (laughs)

You know, I don't think I ever worked specifically toward becoming a game designer. In high school, for example, I bought an NEC PC-88019 so I could study programming, but all I did was play video games every day.9. NEC PC-8801: An 8-bit personal computer released by Nippon Electric Company in 1981.

I did a little BASIC10, but I'm no good at steadily pecking away at anything, so I thought it was beyond me and gave up right away. So instead of working hard toward my goal, I... Uh, is it okay to be so uninspiring?10. BASIC: A standard programming language.

When I was in high school, there were no personal computers, so I made games for programmable calculators.11 One of my classmates was my customer.11. Programmable calculator: A calculator that could be programmed to carry out complex operations automatically. It was very simple, with a display that could only show one line of alphanumeric characters. The one Mr. Iwata used back then could only display numbers.

I think it was like when members of a comedy duo find each other. When I made something, he responded. That's how I found my first customer and awakened to the joy of making something. I often think how I would have never made video games if it weren't for that experience. So it was significant that you had someone to talk about video games with, even if they were in a different field.

Yes. In high school, there were about three of us, and a guy named Nagasawa was a Sega guy and had a Sega Master System.1212. Sega Master System: A home video game console released by Sega Enterprises Ltd. (now Sega Corporation) in 1985.

I had a Master System too, but I had been an NES fanatic before that, so we debated video games every day. It was a battle of true fan boys, like "The NES is great this way" and "No, the Sega Master System is better."

Yes. And the flames spread to computers. I had an NEC PC-8801, but he was into MSX.1313. MSX: A name for common standards for 8- and 16-bit personal computers presented by Microsoft and ASCII Corporation in 1983. Personal computers based on MSX specifications were released by multiple manufacturers.

At first, Takagi had a Sharp X114, so there was a three-way battle between the NEC PC-8801, MSX and Sharp X1. But then, Takagi got an X68000.1514. Sharp X1: An 8-bit personal computer released by Sharp in 1982. It could be connected to the television, so in Japan it was nicknamed Pasokonterebi, an abbreviation of personal computer television.

15. Sharp X68000: A 16-bit personal computer released by Sharp in 1987. It was known for its exceptional graphics compared to other hobby computers at the time and won the support of hardcore gamers.

I myself bought software for it and went to his house and asked to play it. I was oriented toward arcade games, but Takagi, regardless of having bought a Sharp X68000, preferred to buy games that were made for the console.

Right. The Sharp X68000 came bundled with Gradius16, so I said, "Why don't you play arcade games?" That's how I spent high school.16. Gradius: A shooting arcade game released by Konami Corporation in 1985. Later, versions appeared for a variety of platforms. The Sharp X68000 came packaged with a version of the game that nearly equaled the original in order to promote the computer's features.

Yes. To be honest, I studied so little in junior high that I failed my high school entrance exam. I went to a preparatory school, which was the year I played video games the most. Both the junior high and high school were in the suburbs, but the prep school was right in front of the station. So going to prep school every day meant stopping by the arcade every day.

Talk to some of the folks who lived through the bombing of 62nd and Osage Avenue in West Philadelphia 30 years ago, and you'll notice that they refer to the MOVE bombing simply by its full date. May 13, 1985.

That's how Perry Moody refers to it, too. His house is on the north side of Pine Street. On that day three decades ago, he was evacuated from the block but watched from nearby as the houses on the other side of the street were swallowed up by flames.

Ramona Africa refers to it that way, too. She was inside the targeted house at 6221 Osage while it was battered by police bullets and deluge guns and, eventually, brought down by a makeshift bomb dropped from a police helicopter. Ramona Africa managed to escape the burning building. Her compatriots in MOVE, the radical organization to which she belonged and that had been engaged in a standoff with the City of Philadelphia, were not so fortunate.

The MOVE bombing was a catastrophe for my hometown, and became part of the collective memories of Philadelphians of a certain age. I grew up in South Philly, about a 20-minute drive from ground zero, but I was only 4 when it happened and too young to remember the actual day. As I got older, I would learn about it in bites and fragments, and come to understand the central role it played in the history of policing in my hometown.

Today, the narrow block at ground zero sits eerily quiet. Most of the homes built to replace the ones destroyed by the fire are now vacant, boarded up, and padlocked. The residents who stuck around, like Renfrow, are in limbo. Maybe the city will rehabilitate these buildings. Maybe it will raze them. As most of the people responsible for the tragedy and the city have moved on to fresher political dilemmas, it's been pretty easy for 62nd and Osage to be forgotten altogether.

The residents who never left the 6200 block of Osage Avenue are quick to recall what their neighborhood was like before the spring of 1985: a nice block right by Cobbs Creek Park, part of a safe, close-knit community where folks barbecued together while their kids played in the street. I wanted to talk to them and others who lived through that day in Philadelphia about what they remembered.

The residents near 62nd and Osage ahead evacuated from their homes ahead of the standoff. The police told them to take some clothes and toothbrushes. The police told them all they should be back in their homes by the next day.

The final warnings from the police started that morning, a little after 5:30. "Attention, MOVE ... This is America," Gregore Sambor, the police commissioner, yelled into his megaphone to the people in the compound. "You have to abide by the laws of the United States."

Meanwhile, SWAT teams tried to blast holes into the side of the compound via the adjoining row houses. That plan didn't work. TV reporters at the scene ducked for cover while trying to file their dispatches. Spectators and residents gathered at barricades nearby to watch. As the standoff dragged on, police set off more explosions to try to gain entry to the building. The cops couldn't get inside, and the MOVE folks still weren't coming out.

But the bomb had set the roof on fire, and soon smoke was billowing over the tops of the row houses. The blaze seemed to be spreading, but the firefighters were ordered by Sambor, the police commissioner, to stand down. ("I communicated ... that I would like to let the fire burn," he later told the city commission.)

Within 45 minutes, three more homes on the block were on fire, too. Then the roof of the MOVE house buckled under the flames and collapsed. By the time the firefighters finally began fighting the fire in earnest, it was too late. Within 90 minutes, the entire north side of Osage Avenue was on fire.

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