Life and Time of
Pastor Rudy Bernal, his Glimpses on History & the People’s Struggle for
Freedom
Chapter 6 – My Grand Parents …
My mother, Estrella
Bartolome Carvajal was
only 18 years old when I was born. She was left by my father when she was
pregnant My father went for training in
the Philippine Army in Dingle,
Iloilo. Then he was sent to
Mindanao. During that time, I was told there were rumours of possible war between the
United States and Japan. The war in Europe had brought many countries to war
–Great Britain, France, Russia, other countries in Europe and the United States. On the other side was
Germany and Italy. The United States had
already entered the war in Europe.
My mother cared for
me with my grandmother, Aurea Bartolome Carvajal.
They cared for me when I was still a baby until I was about 4 years old
in the midst US-Japanese war. My grandmother, who was the youngest among
her 9 brothers and sisters has a share
of land, about 4 hectares that she farmed. That sustained our food during the war. They
planted rice, corn, bananas, root
crops like camote, cassava, oraro, gabi, ubi and vegetables.
My grandfather,
Esperidion Carvajal left my grandmother and his 4 children before I was
born. I heard he has
practical trainings on health
care and earn income by caring for those who were sick. I heard he went to
Negros and stayed there for many years. He returned, when I was about 7 years old. I first met him when he arrived, first time after many years in his sojourn in Negros
Occidental. That was about 4:00 PM. He
arrived at my parent’s home. My father and mother took care of him. He cannot
work anymore as his eyes were growing blind. My
grandmother did not live with my
grandfather any more.
But my parents , uncle
and unties helped take care of my grandfather. They cared for him. When he was completely blind,
his children took turns caring him.
They all respected him, specially my father. But I think there was little love. It was just respect. A
respect for a father. When my grandfather died, no one from among his sons and
daughters cried. There was 7 days wake
for my grandfather. Perhaps, that’s
because when my grandfather was young and still strong, he did not care for his
sons and daughters. He left them and went to Negros Occidental. He returned when they were already married.
He failed to care and helped develop their lives when tey were still young.
He lived with my
parents for nearly a year. Then, he become fully blind. He stayed
with my parents for another year. Then, it was arranged that he will stay with
his daughter and son, every six months. And again, back with my parents. That arrangement was made so that
caring for him will not be a responsibility of one.
My grandmother was a strong hearted and courageous woman. She was soft spoken but
decisive. He guided all her children, 2 boys and 2 girls, in their lives
and worked hard to provide them, including me with our needs. When his sons and daughters got married, she
gave them their share of the land, equally and
lived with each of his children every six months. While he lived
with his sons and daughters, he took careof her grandchildren, including getting fresh shells
in the seashore every morning to help
provide for the family food.
To have strong and
loving relations with her grandchildren, every night, as far as I can remember,
after supper, the mats were readied and
grandchildren, wherever family
she was living, start to tell stories. Grandmother was a very good story
teller. And all of us grandchildren,
loved her stories for us. Her stories were also the same stories. But we
just love to hear grandmother telling us stories, until we fall aslept.
One of my uncles,
Ernesto, was in Iloilo City studying in High School and
later at the College of Theology. When he was pastor of Dumangas Baptist
Church, he calls my mother to be with here, most during the months of September to December. This was harvest time
and my grandmother harvest rice to earn. With her harvest, she buys things she
needs. That way she continue to be independent, at least.
It’s hard living in
Cawayan, Carles during that time.
During rainy season, from June to
September, when rain was abundant, we got our cooking, dish washing, and cloth
washing water, near our home, about 50 meters far, near the rice field where we
have a well that’s 1 feet deep. But
during dry seasons, from January to May, we got all our water needs – cooking,
dishwashing, clothe washing and baths, in a well, more that 1 kilometers away.
We carry water in 2
Kerozene cans, hanging on our shoulders,
more than a kilometer away to get our water from the well
To help us,
grandmother, every morning, will got
to the seashore, about 2 kilometers away and get some shells in the sea shores with plenty
of stones We always accompany our
grandmother going to the seashore early morning, when we have no classes. With
some shells, we can have some of our foods, mixed with vegetables.
My grandparents on my father’s side were Simplicio
Bernal and “Am” Apolinario. I cannot
remember the full
name of my grandmother. But I call her
“Am”. That was short and inverted for mama. That was
how I called her for endearment. My brothers ans sisters and my cousins,
followed me. We all call our grandmother “Am”. They lived in Guinticgan, Carles, Iloilo.
Guinticgan was one of the 16 villages in mainland Carles.
Twenty-four villages were island
villages in the eastern side, separated by sea from the mainland.
Carles has a fishing grounds covering thousands and thousand miles on the northwest, north and
northeastern seas. It has also a very wide swamplands, much of it was now
converted into fishponds. The fishpond areas of Carles were 3rd in the
whole province of Iloilo. It was
considered before, the biggest producer
of coconut. But Typhoon Undang and Typhoon Yolanda hit the region the last two decades. Coconut
plantations in Carles and other northern
Iloilo towns were heavily affected.
My grandfather earn
his living by fishing. When I was 4
years old, he has a kind of “fish pond” in the seashore,
about 500 meters wide and 600 meters
long. He gathered big stones and made it
a kind of “fish pond”, where stones were stocked about a waist high and a half meter wide at
the base. Here the fish during high tides enter his “fish pond”. In Guinticgan,
this was called “atog”. When low
tides comes, the “fish pond” has shallow waters left. My grandfather then
catch the fish his net. He got lots of fish every day to bring home to my grandmother. The fish were
always enough for the family needs. Some
fish he sold to neighbors and friends. My grandfather has also a small rice
farm, about a hectare and some which he also gardens and plant other crops,
after rice harvest.
My grandfather told me that when he was still a young boy, the
place where they have their home and farm
was a jungle. Perhaps that was about 1900. He told me that one time, he
saw a big snake on the big branch of the tree. It had caught a calf, on the back and
the snake was holding the calf, lifted
it about a two meters from the ground. The, calf my grandfather told me, will be carried by the
snake to the high branch of the tree. There, snake will it the calf. He call the snake “Bitin”. It was called
“bitin” because it carries her catured animal up to the branch of the tree. They
killed the snake. And the calf which was
still alive but very weak, they
slaughtered and distributed to the neighbors.
He told me, the meat, which may have been poisoned by the snake’s bite, was tasteless.
It was quite easy
for my grandfather to earn a living. He has a farm which he rented and plant rice. He
has also other crops and vegetables. And
every time, the coming of low tide, he just
visit and watch his “fish pond” when
water was still deep. He waits on the side while tide was going low. And when
the waters were really shallow, he comes
and catch the fishes. Then he
repairs some of the stones that falls during the strong tide.
My two uncles, Jose was very close to me. When I was still a child, my
uncle Jose made me a small sailboat
which I used to play in the sea shore and in the rice paddies when there were feep water. When I was in Grade 3, my uncle made me a pair
of boxing gloves, and taught me little
boxing skills. When the globe was
rotten, my mother make a boxing globe for me also. My uncle Jose also made me a Ukelele and taught how to play ukulele.
But I did not learn to play
musical instruments. I did not made good also in boxer. Just some little skills to parry a possible
opponent’s attack and go away.
When we have
children with my wife, Hesther, we bought musical instrument put our children for musical trainng. We
bought guitars for them and a drum set. We also bought some weightlifting
equipments, dumb bells and assisted them to get trainors for self-defense. This
is one way to develop their self confidence.
And they also try to teach neighbors
on this skills.
My uncle Estelito
was busy with girls on my boyhood days. We were not always together. But when I
stop studying after First Year High, my uncle Estelito taught me some skills and arts of fishing. He introduced me to deep sea fishing
in Carles.
My untie, Rosina, visited me always when I was still a
small boy of 3 to 4 years old in my
mother’s hosue. Because I am the only nephew, I was loved and endeared by my uncles and unties on both my grandparents on my father side. Nene Rosing, came often, every two weeks to
my mother and borrowed me for 2 days. She brings me to my grandparents in Guinticgan.
This was about 3 kilometers away, which we
walked always slowly going home and back when I was 4 years old. When I go tired, she carried me on her waist or back. But often, I walked on the beach and farms on the 3 kilometer
way. It was always good experience walking
on very clean seashore where fishermen were trying to catch fish by
hooks, lines and sinkers about 10 meters away from the shore. After staying
in the home of my grandparents, my untie, Nene Rosing, brought me back to my
mother in Dayhagan, Pilar, Capiz.
Life in my younger
days in our village were really simple and happy
life.
Life and Time of
Pastor Rudy Bernal, his Glimpses on History & the People’s Struggle for
Freedom
Chapter 6 – My Grand Parents on …
My mother, Estrella
Bartolome Carvajal was
only 18 years old when I was born. She was left by my father when she was
pregnant My father went for training in
the Philippine Army in Dingle,
Iloilo. Then he was sent to
Mindanao. During that time, I was told there were rumours of possible war between the
United States and Japan. The war in Europe had brought many countries to war
–Great Britain, France, Russia, other countries in Europe and the United States. On the other side was
Germany and Italy. The United States had
already entered the war in Europe.
My mother cared for
me with my grandmother, Aurea Bartolome Carvajal.
They cared for me when I was still a baby until I was about 4 years old
in the midst US-Japanese war. My grandmother, who was the youngest among
her 9 brothers and sisters has a share
of land, about 4 hectares that she farmed. That sustained our food during the war. They
planted rice, corn, bananas, root
crops like camote, cassava, oraro, gabi, ubi and vegetables.
My grandfather,
Esperidion Carvajal left my grandmother and his 4 children before I was
born. I heard he has
practical trainings on health
care and earn income by caring for those who were sick. I heard he went to
Negros and stayed there for many years. He returned, when I was about 7 years old. I first met him when he arrived, first time after many years in his sojourn in Negros
Occidental. That was about 4:00 PM. He
arrived at my parent’s home. My father and mother took care of him. He cannot
work anymore as his eyes were growing blind. My
grandmother did not live with my
grandfather any more.
But my parents , uncle
and unties helped take care of my grandfather. They cared for him. When he was completely blind,
his children took turns caring him.
They all respected him, specially my father. But I think there was little love. It was just respect. A
respect for a father. When my grandfather died, no one from among his sons and
daughters cried. There was 7 days wake
for my grandfather. Perhaps, that’s
because when my grandfather was young and still strong, he did not care for his
sons and daughters. He left them and went to Negros Occidental. He returned when they were already married.
He failed to care and helped develop their lives when tey were still young.
He lived with my
parents for nearly a year. Then, he become fully blind. He stayed
with my parents for another year. Then, it was arranged that he will stay with
his daughter and son, every six months. And again, back with my parents. That arrangement was made so that
caring for him will not be a responsibility of one.
My grandmother was a strong hearted and courageous woman. She was soft spoken but
decisive. He guided all her children, 2 boys and 2 girls, in their lives
and worked hard to provide them, including me with our needs. When his sons and daughters got married, she
gave them their share of the land, equally and
lived with each of his children every six months. While he lived
with his sons and daughters, he took careof her grandchildren, including getting fresh shells
in the seashore every morning to help
provide for the family food.
To have strong and
loving relations with her grandchildren, every night, as far as I can remember,
after supper, the mats were readied and
grandchildren, wherever family
she was living, start to tell stories. Grandmother was a very good story
teller. And all of us grandchildren,
loved her stories for us. Her stories were also the same stories. But we
just love to hear grandmother telling us stories, until we fall aslept.
One of my uncles,
Ernesto, was in Iloilo City studying in High School and
later at the College of Theology. When he was pastor of Dumangas Baptist
Church, he calls my mother to be with here, most during the months of September to December. This was harvest time
and my grandmother harvest rice to earn. With her harvest, she buys things she
needs. That way she continue to be independent, at least.
It’s hard living in
Cawayan, Carles during that time.
During rainy season, from June to
September, when rain was abundant, we got our cooking, dish washing, and cloth
washing water, near our home, about 50 meters far, near the rice field where we
have a well that’s 1 feet deep. But
during dry seasons, from January to May, we got all our water needs – cooking,
dishwashing, clothe washing and baths, in a well, more that 1 kilometers away.
We carry water in 2
Kerozene cans, hanging on our shoulders,
more than a kilometer away to get our water from the well
To help us,
grandmother, every morning, will got
to the seashore, about 2 kilometers away and get some shells in the sea shores with plenty
of stones We always accompany our
grandmother going to the seashore early morning, when we have no classes. With
some shells, we can have some of our foods, mixed with vegetables.
My grandparents on my father’s side were Simplicio
Bernal and “Am” Apolinario. I cannot
remember the full
name of my grandmother. But I call her
“Am”. That was short and inverted for mama. That was
how I called her for endearment. My brothers ans sisters and my cousins,
followed me. We all call our grandmother “Am”. They lived in Guinticgan, Carles, Iloilo.
Guinticgan was one of the 16 villages in mainland Carles.
Twenty-four villages were island
villages in the eastern side, separated by sea from the mainland.
Carles has a fishing grounds covering thousands and thousand miles on the northwest, north and
northeastern seas. It has also a very wide swamplands, much of it was now
converted into fishponds. The fishpond areas of Carles were 3rd in the
whole province of Iloilo. It was
considered before, the biggest producer
of coconut. But Typhoon Undang and Typhoon Yolanda hit the region the last two decades. Coconut
plantations in Carles and other northern
Iloilo towns were heavily affected.
My grandfather earn
his living by fishing. When I was 4
years old, he has a kind of “fish pond” in the seashore,
about 500 meters wide and 600 meters
long. He gathered big stones and made it
a kind of “fish pond”, where stones were stocked about a waist high and a half meter wide at
the base. Here the fish during high tides enter his “fish pond”. In Guinticgan,
this was called “atog”. When low
tides comes, the “fish pond” has shallow waters left. My grandfather then
catch the fish his net. He got lots of fish every day to bring home to my grandmother. The fish were
always enough for the family needs. Some
fish he sold to neighbors and friends. My grandfather has also a small rice
farm, about a hectare and some which he also gardens and plant other crops,
after rice harvest.
My grandfather told me that when he was still a young boy, the
place where they have their home and farm
was a jungle. Perhaps that was about 1900. He told me that one time, he
saw a big snake on the big branch of the tree. It had caught a calf, on the back and
the snake was holding the calf, lifted
it about a two meters from the ground. The, calf my grandfather told me, will be carried by the
snake to the high branch of the tree. There, snake will it the calf. He call the snake “Bitin”. It was called
“bitin” because it carries her catured animal up to the branch of the tree. They
killed the snake. And the calf which was
still alive but very weak, they
slaughtered and distributed to the neighbors.
He told me, the meat, which may have been poisoned by the snake’s bite, was tasteless.
It was quite easy
for my grandfather to earn a living. He has a farm which he rented and plant rice. He
has also other crops and vegetables. And
every time, the coming of low tide, he just
visit and watch his “fish pond” when
water was still deep. He waits on the side while tide was going low. And when
the waters were really shallow, he comes
and catch the fishes. Then he
repairs some of the stones that falls during the strong tide.
My two uncles, Jose was very close to me. When I was still a child, my
uncle Jose made me a small sailboat
which I used to play in the sea shore and in the rice paddies when there were feep water. When I was in Grade 3, my uncle made me a pair
of boxing gloves, and taught me little
boxing skills. When the globe was
rotten, my mother make a boxing globe for me also. My uncle Jose also made me a Ukelele and taught how to play ukulele.
But I did not learn to play
musical instruments. I did not made good also in boxer. Just some little skills to parry a possible
opponent’s attack and go away.
When we have
children with my wife, Hesther, we bought musical instrument put our children for musical trainng. We
bought guitars for them and a drum set. We also bought some weightlifting
equipments, dumb bells and assisted them to get trainors for self-defense. This
is one way to develop their self confidence.
And they also try to teach neighbors
on this skills.
My uncle Estelito
was busy with girls on my boyhood days. We were not always together. But when I
stop studying after First Year High, my uncle Estelito taught me some skills and arts of fishing. He introduced me to deep sea fishing
in Carles.
My untie, Rosina, visited me always when I was still a
small boy of 3 to 4 years old in my
mother’s hosue. Because I am the only nephew, I was loved and endeared by my uncles and unties on both my grandparents on my father side. Nene Rosing, came often, every two weeks to
my mother and borrowed me for 2 days. She brings me to my grandparents in Guinticgan.
This was about 3 kilometers away, which we
walked always slowly going home and back when I was 4 years old. When I go tired, she carried me on her waist or back. But often, I walked on the beach and farms on the 3 kilometer
way. It was always good experience walking
on very clean seashore where fishermen were trying to catch fish by
hooks, lines and sinkers about 10 meters away from the shore. After staying
in the home of my grandparents, my untie, Nene Rosing, brings me back to my
mother in Dayhagan, Pilar, Capiz.
Life in my younger
days in our village were really simple.
We lived a simple and happy
lives
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Life and Time of
Pastor Rudy Bernal, his Glimpses on History & the People’s Struggle for
Freedom
Chapter 6 – My Grand Parents on …
My mother, Estrella
Bartolome Carvajal was
only 18 years old when I was born. She was left by my father when she was
pregnant My father went for training in
the Philippine Army in Dingle,
Iloilo. Then he was sent to
Mindanao. During that time, I was told there were rumours of possible war between the
United States and Japan. The war in Europe had brought many countries to war
–Great Britain, France, Russia, other countries in Europe and the United States. On the other side was
Germany and Italy. The United States had
already entered the war in Europe.
My mother cared for
me with my grandmother, Aurea Bartolome Carvajal.
They cared for me when I was still a baby until I was about 4 years old
in the midst US-Japanese war. My grandmother, who was the youngest among
her 9 brothers and sisters has a share
of land, about 4 hectares that she farmed. That sustained our food during the war. They
planted rice, corn, bananas, root
crops like camote, cassava, oraro, gabi, ubi and vegetables.
My grandfather,
Esperidion Carvajal left my grandmother and his 4 children before I was
born. I heard he has
practical trainings on health
care and earn income by caring for those who were sick. I heard he went to
Negros and stayed there for many years. He returned, when I was about 7 years old. I first met him when he arrived, first time after many years in his sojourn in Negros
Occidental. That was about 4:00 PM. He
arrived at my parent’s home. My father and mother took care of him. He cannot
work anymore as his eyes were growing blind. My
grandmother did not live with my
grandfather any more.
But my parents , uncle
and unties helped take care of my grandfather. They cared for him. When he was completely blind,
his children took turns caring him.
They all respected him, specially my father. But I think there was little love. It was just respect. A
respect for a father. When my grandfather died, no one from among his sons and
daughters cried. There was 7 days wake
for my grandfather. Perhaps, that’s
because when my grandfather was young and still strong, he did not care for his
sons and daughters. He left them and went to Negros Occidental. He returned when they were already married.
He failed to care and helped develop their lives when tey were still young.
He lived with my
parents for nearly a year. Then, he become fully blind. He stayed
with my parents for another year. Then, it was arranged that he will stay with
his daughter and son, every six months. And again, back with my parents. That arrangement was made so that
caring for him will not be a responsibility of one.
My grandmother was a strong hearted and courageous woman. She was soft spoken but
decisive. He guided all her children, 2 boys and 2 girls, in their lives
and worked hard to provide them, including me with our needs. When his sons and daughters got married, she
gave them their share of the land, equally and
lived with each of his children every six months. While he lived
with his sons and daughters, he took careof her grandchildren, including getting fresh shells
in the seashore every morning to help
provide for the family food.
To have strong and
loving relations with her grandchildren, every night, as far as I can remember,
after supper, the mats were readied and
grandchildren, wherever family
she was living, start to tell stories. Grandmother was a very good story
teller. And all of us grandchildren,
loved her stories for us. Her stories were also the same stories. But we
just love to hear grandmother telling us stories, until we fall aslept.
One of my uncles,
Ernesto, was in Iloilo City studying in High School and
later at the College of Theology. When he was pastor of Dumangas Baptist
Church, he calls my mother to be with here, most during the months of September to December. This was harvest time
and my grandmother harvest rice to earn. With her harvest, she buys things she
needs. That way she continue to be independent, at least.
It’s hard living in
Cawayan, Carles during that time.
During rainy season, from June to
September, when rain was abundant, we got our cooking, dish washing, and cloth
washing water, near our home, about 50 meters far, near the rice field where we
have a well that’s 1 feet deep. But
during dry seasons, from January to May, we got all our water needs – cooking,
dishwashing, clothe washing and baths, in a well, more that 1 kilometers away.
We carry water in 2
Kerozene cans, hanging on our shoulders,
more than a kilometer away to get our water from the well
To help us,
grandmother, every morning, will got
to the seashore, about 2 kilometers away and get some shells in the sea shores with plenty
of stones We always accompany our
grandmother going to the seashore early morning, when we have no classes. With
some shells, we can have some of our foods, mixed with vegetables.
My grandparents on my father’s side were Simplicio
Bernal and “Am” Apolinario. I cannot
remember the full
name of my grandmother. But I call her
“Am”. That was short and inverted for mama. That was
how I called her for endearment. My brothers ans sisters and my cousins,
followed me. We all call our grandmother “Am”. They lived in Guinticgan, Carles, Iloilo.
Guinticgan was one of the 16 villages in mainland Carles.
Twenty-four villages were island
villages in the eastern side, separated by sea from the mainland.
Carles has a fishing grounds covering thousands and thousand miles on the northwest, north and
northeastern seas. It has also a very wide swamplands, much of it was now
converted into fishponds. The fishpond areas of Carles were 3rd in the
whole province of Iloilo. It was
considered before, the biggest producer
of coconut. But Typhoon Undang and Typhoon Yolanda hit the region the last two decades. Coconut
plantations in Carles and other northern
Iloilo towns were heavily affected.
My grandfather earn
his living by fishing. When I was 4
years old, he has a kind of “fish pond” in the seashore,
about 500 meters wide and 600 meters
long. He gathered big stones and made it
a kind of “fish pond”, where stones were stocked about a waist high and a half meter wide at
the base. Here the fish during high tides enter his “fish pond”. In Guinticgan,
this was called “atog”. When low
tides comes, the “fish pond” has shallow waters left. My grandfather then
catch the fish his net. He got lots of fish every day to bring home to my grandmother. The fish were
always enough for the family needs. Some
fish he sold to neighbors and friends. My grandfather has also a small rice
farm, about a hectare and some which he also gardens and plant other crops,
after rice harvest.
My grandfather told me that when he was still a young boy, the
place where they have their home and farm
was a jungle. Perhaps that was about 1900. He told me that one time, he
saw a big snake on the big branch of the tree. It had caught a calf, on the back and
the snake was holding the calf, lifted
it about a two meters from the ground. The, calf my grandfather told me, will be carried by the
snake to the high branch of the tree. There, snake will it the calf. He call the snake “Bitin”. It was called
“bitin” because it carries her catured animal up to the branch of the tree. They
killed the snake. And the calf which was
still alive but very weak, they
slaughtered and distributed to the neighbors.
He told me, the meat, which may have been poisoned by the snake’s bite, was tasteless.
It was quite easy
for my grandfather to earn a living. He has a farm which he rented and plant rice. He
has also other crops and vegetables. And
every time, the coming of low tide, he just
visit and watch his “fish pond” when
water was still deep. He waits on the side while tide was going low. And when
the waters were really shallow, he comes
and catch the fishes. Then he
repairs some of the stones that falls during the strong tide.
My two uncles, Jose was very close to me. When I was still a child, my
uncle Jose made me a small sailboat
which I used to play in the sea shore and in the rice paddies when there were feep water. When I was in Grade 3, my uncle made me a pair
of boxing gloves, and taught me little
boxing skills. When the globe was
rotten, my mother make a boxing globe for me also. My uncle Jose also made me a Ukelele and taught how to play ukulele.
But I did not learn to play
musical instruments. I did not made good also in boxer. Just some little skills to parry a possible
opponent’s attack and go away.
When we have
children with my wife, Hesther, we bought musical instrument put our children for musical trainng. We
bought guitars for them and a drum set. We also bought some weightlifting
equipments, dumb bells and assisted them to get trainors for self-defense. This
is one way to develop their self confidence.
And they also try to teach neighbors
on this skills.
My uncle Estelito
was busy with girls on my boyhood days. We were not always together. But when I
stop studying after First Year High, my uncle Estelito taught me some skills and arts of fishing. He introduced me to deep sea fishing
in Carles.
My untie, Rosina, visited me always when I was still a
small boy of 3 to 4 years old in my
mother’s hosue. Because I am the only nephew, I was loved and endeared by my uncles and unties on both my grandparents on my father side. Nene Rosing, came often, every two weeks to
my mother and borrowed me for 2 days. She brings me to my grandparents in Guinticgan.
This was about 3 kilometers away, which we
walked always slowly going home and back when I was 4 years old. When I go tired, she carried me on her waist or back. But often, I walked on the beach and farms on the 3 kilometer
way. It was always good experience walking
on very clean seashore where fishermen were trying to catch fish by
hooks, lines and sinkers about 10 meters away from the shore. After staying
in the home of my grandparents, my untie, Nene Rosing, brings me back to my
mother in Dayhagan, Pilar, Capiz.
Life in my younger
days in our village were really simple.
We lived a simple and happy
lives
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