While sitting here on the bench and staring moodily off into space, old memories begin to plummet in my head.
Twenty two years ago, I was six years old then, I could copiously remember what kind of life we had. We resided in the small barrio of Naujan, the biggest town in the province consisting of roughly 70 barangays.
To make a living, dwellers had to plow their fields and plant various crops such as corn, rice and fruit-bearing trees. Life was not easy then. My father was a typical farmer, a tenant of a little four-hectare parcel. While my mother is a plain housewife busying herself in the different household chores and other farming duties which was unusual for a woman of her age. I salute my mom for doing manly tasks beyond her strength just to abridge the situation.
Confronted with the nasty realities of life, making both ends meet was nearly possible.We never had a house even a small one that time. Fortunately, we were asked to inhabit the ancestral house of my father’s landlord. They were sympathetic enough to offer one of their precious houses to us. It was built with essentially ingenious architectural design probably around 1960s.
Every summer, they would spend their vacation in the old house probably to escape from the demanding schedules and punishing atmospheres of the city. Aside from attending to their needs only during their visits, we were also compensated for using and maintaining the house. What a luck then!
Growing up, that house became our home and fortress. I and my older brother, Gary were born here. We almost spent half our lives here, computationally speaking. It was a two-storey house surrounded by towering palm trees which almost covered the entire house.
The vegetation cover around the area made the atmosphere more nonchalant and fascinating. I could still reminisce how beautiful it was during our early years there. My brothers and I used to play hide and seek in the expansive front yard. Sadly, we neither had playmates nor neighbors to play or talk with. The house unimaginatively stood amidst the barren fields facing the east.
I would love staying in the balcony while savoring the fascinating view and discerning the richness and nothingness of life. Gigantic trees, immense rice and corn fields and not so lofty mountains from far-off were the distinctive sceneries from where I stood.
Either, I couldn’t forget the fact that we had to eat our dinners as early as six o’clock in the evening. It was well-practiced in the province actually. I asked them why and my parents would tell me that we should eat early so we could sleep early and be fully prepared for the next day’s drudgery. “Early bird catches the early worm”, perhaps that was their motto and I eventually tailed it.
As practice, before sleeping we would listen to some adventurous and ghost stories on the radio. I couldn’t forget the epic story of Negra Bandida , a woman of strength and fortitude who madly fights against the injustices and cruelty they experience from the tyrants. Looking back, I couldn’t help but to mimic the sounds from the radio drama we were hooked to, “ haahh pakatik pakatik yaahh…hahhh.. pakatik pakatik yaahh” ,these were the sounds mainly uttered by the heroine, Negra Bandida, while she is hitting the horse.
I would also hear my brothers and sisters repeating the same lines so my parents would chide us and stop us from making any unwanted clatters. Back then, we were all stubborn so basically we wouldn’t sleep and still wait for the ghost story we would love to hear.
At 9 o’clock in the evening, immediately after Negra Bandida, we would be listening to “Gabi ng Lagim” (Night of Terror – a collection of creepy ghost stories which transcends beyond one’s imagination. I wouldn’t forget those nights when I was struggling to sleep because of the horrors inside my head. Though it frightened me badly, I kept on listening to it. Then again, I’d become panicky.
One could easily please a child, and I wouldn’t be an exemption to that. Back in the old days, I’d love to eat “tira tira”, it was a hard, long and coffee-like candy which cost only twenty five centavos. Needless to say, I would eat four pieces a day until I cried in pain because of toothache. I’d also like to eat “dragon” a peanut inspired chocolate bar that swept me off my feet.
Like other kids of my age, I used to devote my spare times climbing trees–either the smallest or the tallest ones. Together with my siblings, we used to spend our Saturday afternoons searching the woodlands for kerson fruits (aratiles), salamander fruits (bignay), and cotton fruits (santol). Before darkness strikes, we should have been back home or else we would receive punishments from my father.
Still recounting, I had this nerve-wracking experience of almost falling from the tamarind tree. It was one afternoon actually before I went to school. I decided to get some tamarind so I climbed up there disregarding the fact that I was wearing my uniform. After getting plentiful fruits, as I went down hastily, my skirt accidentally tethered to one of the delicate branches and so I lost my balance. I would have fallen and hurt myself if I didn’t hold on to that sturdy branch tightly–that saved me from further injuries. Afraid to be reprimanded, I did not inform my parents of what transpired. Surely, they would have scolded me anyway.
On the surface, I consider my childhood experiences as the best part of my life. I’ll always look back to where everything started. The kind of person I am today is primarily inspired by the joys and sorrows that I had been through in the past years. And at this point in time, I choose to do what I love, and love what I do. With courage and optimism, I’ll choose to live my life the way it should be lived, so when I look back again, I won’t have any regrets.
When you fully comprehend that there is more to life than just here and now, you will begin to live differently. You will start living in the light of eternity. (Philippians 3:5-8 NLT)
-Anabel Geneta-Raymundo-
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This is true. We are who we are because of our past.
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Exactly,thank you for stopping by,..😃😃
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Your always welcome.
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Excited to read more of your good writings,😃😃😃
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Ahh. Thank you and the same for you.
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It’s a good thing you’re doing, expressing yourself through writing – best of luck with it. And thank you for the follow!
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Yes,I love writing.Keep sharing your best talent.☺☺
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Good stories really. Very refreshing. In Puerto Rico I had a very similar childhood as far as trees go and fruits and accidents in my case.
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Quite a compliment.Thank you for stopping by.
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Enjoyed your writing.
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Thank you so much for reading.It means a lot.
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I liked your childhood memories and enjoyed reading your journey.
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Thank you Shayra for giving time.It means a lot.I’m looking forward to read more of your stories.😃😃😃
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It means a lot dear. Same here .I will read your remaining posts soon.
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Thank you so much.😃😃😃
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Thank you😍😍😍
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Most welcome 💝
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I enjoyed reading it😊
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It was a pleasure reading it 🤗😊
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Thank you so much.
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🤗😊
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The comment on your About page: “I dare you to figure me out!” That’s the challenge that gets me reading. That is a masterstroke! 🙂
Yeah, no. I’ve not quite figured you out yet, but you remind me somewhat of me.
Kindness – Robert.
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Thank you,Robert.😃😃😃
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My pleasure, Anabel. 🙂
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I figure with a few more posts like this one, we will be well on the way to figuring Lebana out 🙂 Anyways, very nice! I enjoyed reading about your childhood. Take care and thanks!
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You will figure me out soon.Haha!I’m glad that you liked this piece.Thanks for the support.God bless you!
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Lovely writing, keep going!
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Thank you so much,Helen.Best regards.-Anabel
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That was an unexpected morning delight. Thank you for the follow. I look forward to reading more.
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Thank you again,Lisa.I’ll surely read some of your remaining posts soon.Best regards.-Anabel
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Very interesting!
Dwight
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Thank you,Dwight.😃😃
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You can’t escape from your past, you can only hide from it. I love your way of wording and your style of writing. ✌❤🎶
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Many thanks for your positive comments.It further inspires me to do better.God bless you.
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You’re welcome and Blessings bestowed upon you!!
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😃😃😃
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And in the stillness, when everything is over, our memories envelope us like a warm blanket. Good read.
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Agreed.Our past experiences and emotions define who we are today.And it will ultimately influence/shape our future thoughts and actions.
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