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Tuesday, October 31, 2006

for music lovers ( a version of WARAY-WARAY by Eartha Kitt )

I was lucky to obtain the song WARAY-WARAY ( popularized by Sylvia la Torre back in the '50s ) from a member of the Pang.Org.'s discussion group, main page. I keep playing the track cause it is very amusing, even just to listen to Eartha's way of pronouncing our Tagalog language.  Wanting to know more about the source of the recording ( I thought she sang it at the Plaza Hotel in Manila ) I researched further and look what I found. The LP cover, signed by the singer herself plus the track titles of that album..Too bad it is on LP. Anyway, thanks to the kind member of that DC group I have it in my HD, ready to be played with just a click of my mouse...

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At The Plaza

tracks:


Sell Me!
I Wanna Be Evil
Waray, Waray
The Touch
How Could You Believe Me?
Zhara Bee, Zha Zha
Champagne Taste
C'Mon A My House
Old Fashioned Girl
C'est Si Bon
Rumania, Rumania

Eartha's favorite album. Actually recorded at the Chi Chi Club in Palm Springs, not the Plaza Hotel in New York. Reissue of the"At The Plaza" LP. Cover pictured on top of this page has been autographed by Eartha...

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Another track I received was THE LETTERMEN'S DAHIL SA IYO..This song was performed in Manila during the '70s. I saw it on TV. I was still in Los banios then with my family..

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Friday, October 27, 2006

A SHORT STORY IN iLOCANO

Pssst! AGANNADKA, AMANGAN NO

ni Marissa Rodrigo

      Maysa a bigat ket intagadko ni nanang nga mapan iti ili ket ti kunak, “Nanang, intayo man diay ili ngem magnatayo dita karayan ta kayatko a makita no kasanon ti langana. Di met aya adda saniakuatayo (Vallejos-Catuiza) idi dita?”
     Kinitanak ni nanangko ket insungbatna, “Agang-angawka kadi? Kayatmo ti magna dita karayan, dita kadamortisan?”
     Ket, “Wen!” kunak.
     “Dimo aya ammo ti istoriana datay babai ken aso a mangitawtaw dita karayan?”
     “Ammok a, ngem, kayatko ngarud nga makita ti langanan agraman ti patalan a pagal-alaanmi idi ti sarguelas ken damortis. Nasursurok siguron a duapulo a tawen a diak nagna dita.”
     “Ow! Urayenta laengen tay adimon ta agpaitulodta, narigaten. Diak kayat ti maitawtaw manen. Nalipatamon aya datay dagdagullitek nga is-istoriaen idi ubbingkayo a napagtengmi kenni antiyo nga Oba. Datay pannakaitawtawmi dita karayan idi babbalasitang kami pay laeng?”
“Ah, datay papanyo idiay Bitin”.
     “Ket ania pay ngay, agasem ta agtingnga ti aldaw ket naiyaw-awankami gapu laeng daydi nakitami nga uken. Nintu antiyo, ibagana ngamin a kakaasi met no baybay-anmi, ania ngay”...
 
     Wen, ubingak pay idi mangngegko ti istoriada maipapan iti karayan ken patalan nga isu iti nagbaetan iti ili ti San Nicolas ken iti sumagmamano a barangayna pakaibilangan ti baryo mi a Lungao. Ti ili ti San Nicolas ti maudi nga ili iti Pangasinan ditoy amianan-a-daya.
     Siguro, innem la iti tawenko idi mangngegko iti maipapan ti babai nga nakapuraw ken tay aso nga mangitawtaw kadagiti magmagna idiay karayan. Daydi apong Manang isu ti immuna a nangngegko nga naitawtaw. Taga San Quintin daytoy nga baket ngem adu ti kabaggianna idiay baryomi.  Maysa nga aldaw ket immay kano idiay Lungao, bimmaba idiay ili sa nagna nga immaway, ta ngamin idi ket sumagmamano pay laeng ti luglugan nga umaw-away; kadi-lakad ti tattao. Ni apong Kuanang a kabsatna ti nakadamag nga nakitada kano nga immaway daydi apong Manang ta tienda idi iti ili. Idi makasangpet ni apong Kuanang idiay balayda, birukenna ti kabsatna ngem ti kuna dagiti annakna, awan pay kano. Pagarupenda nga baka naisab-it laeng kadagiti am-ammona ta ngarud napasig isuna a baket ken medyo nalaeng met nga uminom ti sioktong. Ngem sumipnget met laengen, di met la sumangpeten. Nakigtot ngarud dagiti kakabaggianna ket nagkarimbusa ti bumarrio nga nagbirok. Sige birok diay karayan ti inaramidda; adda agpalaud, agpabagatan ken agpadaya ket ni adda met kanon idiay Cabitnongan, maysa a baryo ti ballasiw ti karayan. Idi saludsudenda no apay nga napan sadiay ket ti sungbatna, “Saanko nga ammo, adda sarsarunuek tattay nga babai a nakapuraw nga agpaaway ngem saanko nasiputan. Diak ngarud ammo no apay nga ni saanak met makadandanunen ditoy Lungaoen”. Kasla man ngarud mangmangngegko nga ibagbaga datay babai nga sarsarunuek nga “Ittoy ti dalan!!!” eh di sursurotek met lattan”.
     Daydi met tatangko ket napadasanna met ti naiyaw-awan idiay karayan, ayna namindua! Kanayon idi nga bagbagaan ni nanang nga saan nga kanayon nga agparabii idiay karayan ta idi nga panawen ket nasipnget diay kalsada nga agpaaway, awan pay idi ti koryente nga silsilaw ti dalan wenno kadagiti barbaryo. Ngem kinatawaan laeng daydi tatang diay bagbaga ni nanang. Ania ngay, di maysa met ngarud a nabiktima; Madama idi ti basingkawel dagiti kakandidato (late 60’s) ta maysa met a napinget daydi tatang a tumulong ti pagilian, ket maysa a rabii nga agawid idiay Lungao ket idiay met kano Cabitnongan ti naturongnan. (Cabitnongan — idiay saketdi ti balay datoy nga mangitawtaw). Idi adda masabatna, kasla nagsubli ti umno a panunotna.  Sana la nadlawen nga sabali ti ayanna. Sinaludsodna ngarud diay nasabatna ket “adayo kayon manong kuna kano diay tao. Nagsubli kayo ti abagatan sakayo nagpadaya. Adittoy kayo Cabitnonganen”. Pabasulen ngarud daydi tatang diay nakitana kano nga dakkel nga aso idiay ayan ti bangar.
     Adu pay ti is-istoriaenda maipapan ti karayan, matmatay nga maiyan-anod wenno maitawtawtaw. No mangala wenno mangitawtaw ket uray ania nga oras, awan pilpilienna. Basta kursunadana, biktimaenna!
 
     “Emmm, kitaem dagita mabikbiktima dita karayan, adda kadi nabartek wenno agbagtit kadakuada? Awan! Isu nga sika, dimo ipapilit ti magna dita karayan, narigaten. Maysa pay sabalin ti langana”, kinuna ni nanangko kalpasan ti panagis-istoriami idiay uneg ti dyip
 
     Psssssttt!!! Agannadka ngarud, amangan no sika iti sumaruno… Hmmm, dakayo nga awid nga awid diay Pilipinas, idiay San Nicolas, ti la makunak, “no kano mareknamon nga natawtawkan, itugawmo bassit samonto balikeden  ta badom!!! (agpayso ngata???)
 
ILLUSTRATION: victorio costes
STORY COPYRIGHT: Marissa Rodrigo

Thursday, October 26, 2006

ELECTRONICS: from 1948 to 2006

When I started listening to a radio, I was about 6 yrs. old.( around 1948).Transistors were not invented yet..there was even no electricity in Asingan.It was literally THE AGE OF DARKNESS in my hometown...Radios then in town were vacuum tube sets powered by battery ( meaning 50 dry cells connected by soldering, 40 parallel and 10 or more in series ) the cost of such gizmo was enough to send my Mom to the ceiling..The power lasted only 2 mos. at least..When it gets low ( the sound started getting weak and the fidelity was shot ) , I put the dry cells under the sun,re - solder them and it gives power enough for 2 more weeks..When it is gone, it is gone..!

I just had to listen to our neighbour's radio who was a rich Chinese merchant..only at night ..He played his radio loud enough for the whole block to hear. At that time, there were just 3 or 4 people in town ( mostly Chinese ) who owned this kind of radio set..Some say they bought it so they can listen to Chinese broadcasts from the mainland..

Then there came a time ( in the '50s ) when the Phil. gov't started arresting some Chinese merchants as possible Communist suspects..maybe the same time as the era in the US when Communist symphatizers were blacklisted..(was that McCarthy era?).The radios of these Chinese were confiscated as "evidence" and many of these people were either deported to China or they hid with some rich friends in Chinatown, Manila..My relative in Asingan was one of the ones affected, because the father of his children was a Chinese and he was deported alledgedly and was never seen in Asingan anymore. The mother was the one who raised her half Chinese children without any paternal help, But she knew that he had a legal wife in China, and the woman in the Philippines was just a "concubine.."

The 2 children grew up in Asingan. In a few years the mother died...

Back to the radios...

The first transistor radios ( Sony, etc ) were expensive until Filipinos learned to assemble them..I bought my first one in Dagupan.( in the 70s) .I think 50 pesos got me a no-name brand, but the sound is good!..It runs on 4 D batteries and they last for a long time..plus it can pull all the stations in Manila and Dagupan..It has an audio out which if plugged to a 15 inch speaker, would really make it sound fantastic.We brought it to Laguna, where I worked, and my wife would listen to a series of Tagalog soap operas in the morning, and another set of the tear jerkers inthe afternoon. She listened to them while she does the hausfru jobs..very boring. Little did she knew that someday, she will land a prestigious job here in Toronto..

Life became less boring when the children were born, one after the other...Then we bought a black and white TV. The radio was stashed somewhere, but it was not as heavily used as before.

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Before I came to Canada I was envious of the reel to reel stereo tape decks of certain Filipinos. And these were connected to Sansui systems with booming speakers.I can not still afford a stereo then since but I already loved stereo sound systems.

Each time I went to Manila, I do not miss watching a movie at EVER Theatre ( Avenida in front of IDEAL theatre)..The first Shoe Mart was there beside IDEAL: it was just a 6 story small building which sold mainly shoes, plus a few other goods. The sound in the EVER was 6 channel stereo which made people ignorant: HOW CAN THEY DO THOSE AMAZING SOUNDS FROM ALL OVER THE THEATRE? After a movie there, I went to Raon, which was just a few minutes walk. I wanted to check what records came out in 45 rpms. Then I want to listen the blare of different speakers there playing different music! What a place! I could hang out there the whole day even without eating.  And if I got hungry, I just bought a lumpiang sariwa with delicious sauce, plus a small glass of coke..Ayos na!

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Forward to the present..Now I am up to my eyeballs with electronic toys and gizmos.. Home theatres now have everything that EVER theatre did not even had before..They had only Westrex sound system ( 6- channel depending on the film ), but we now have DTS or Dolby Digital Now televisions have LCD or plasma monitors, and basically there are 2 types: the flat screen LCD or the back projection..I prefer the LCD flat. Sizewise, it would be nice to have the 40" at least..Sony, Panasonic, LG, Samsung, HP..all of them are trying to legally steal your wallet with hype and glossy flyers..

 

When I was in Dagupan in 2003, there was a big TV with a Digital Surround amp. "Who would be able to afford this toy, I wonder if you do not have a relative abroad..And even if you have one, where will you get the original DVDs that would do justice to the technology?"

 

Most of the DVDs sold there ( a few are being peddled clandestinely here in Toronto )are very new titlewise, but they all came from a Video camerasmuggled inside the theatre..Then they would sell them in the banketa with crappy home made labels and many customers would flock to these vendors and could not believe they are already selling them 5 mos. before these titles are released in HMV!---#

SUPERSTITIONS?PREMONITIONS?MESSAGE FROM BEYOND?

FEED BACK FROM LONGWAYBYE..

..smelling odors....i believe in them, esp if they come suddenly without the suggestion of prior thoughts, talk or reading. I smelled my grandfather's pomade all of a sudden.....and I knew I was going to win the jai alai...

he-he,  twas during the 70's...

also...people are more apt to die at days around their birthdays...

when you smell candles all of a sudden, not when you are discussing tombs and souls, call family and loved` ones....it's better to be sure...hehe

if you break a glass and youre sure it didnt slip as is usual....something bad has happened...

i know it is very superstitious but... it works for me

and dreams....they come true... at least for me...

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DREAMS..by vic costes

From my own experience, these are some of the meaning of dreams:

dream of a snake?-people are gossiping  about you..

dream of entering a really dirty, shitty washroom?-something shitty will happen to you in the next few days, be prepared..

dream of flying?- you will suceed in a good project

dream of flying then you lose your power of flight?- the good project you started went kaput..

dreaming of being in the Philippines? - You are getting homesick..then you will book a flight..

 

Some come true, some do not...again, this dream business is juat an old Parlor Game, meant to entertain guests while waiting for the dinner table to be ready...

Bon Appetit!

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Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Feedback time!

Hi Vic; After reading your ghost or your all souls or saints day story, I smelled something peculiar: the smell of tomb and a candle right here in my office.  I said " is this a joke ? "so I looked around but I did not smell outside my cubicle when I went back I smelled it again so I prayed and the smell went away.

I better stop reading your fiesta ng patay. Sorry even the ghost is haunting me with your story....

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This story is something nice to share with others, especially at this time of the year when the shopping malls are ghosts-a-poppin'! Well, here is a similar story that happened 2 months ago.

My sis Aurora lost her husband several years ago to cancer. She never married anymore and she lives alone in a bungalow left by her husband. She visits my house frequently. In one visit, she did not use her car. She was driven home by a friend Louena. I was at the back seat. It was about 9:00 pm already.

 

When we were about 5 minutes away from her house, we suddenly smelled shaving lotion inside the car. I do not use the stuff. It just appeared suddenly, lingered for say 3 mins. then it dissapeared. At first we were all silent.

After a minute or so, my sis asked us: "Did you smell that?'

Louena said "Yes". I answered, "Yes, I smelled it too!" There was no logical explaination for the smell. Except if you believe in the supernatural, spooks and ghosts and things that smell in the night...

"Maybe that was my husband," my sister said. In a minute, we were in front of her door, and she went inside her house.

On our way back to Dixon road where we both resided ( Louena and I ) the smell never came back. I am not scared, but she said she is scared of spooks. And she was on the wheels. So I just changed the topic on our way home.

Yes, I do believe in spooks but I am not afraid of them.---#

(by Vic )

 

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

2 ILOCANO SONGS

Pamulinawen

Pamulinawen

Pusok imdengam man
Toy umas-asug
Agrayo ita sadiam.
Panunotem man
Dika pagintultulngan
Toy agayat, agruknoy ita emmam.

Issemmo diak kalipatan
Ta nasudi unay a nagan,
Ta uray sadin ti ayan,
Disso sadino man,

{Aw-awagak a di agsarday
Ta naganmo nga kasam-itan}

No malagipka, pusok ti mabang-aran

Adu nga sabsabong, adu nga rosrosas
Ti adda't ditoy, Nena, nga mabuybuyak,
Ngem awan manlaeng ti sabali nga liwliwak
No di la dayta sudim ken imnas.

Manang Biday 

Manang Biday, ilukatmo man
Ta bentana ikalumbabam
Ta kitaem toy kinayawan
Ay matayakon no dinak kaasian

Siasinno nga aglabaslabas
Ditoy hardinko pagay-ayamak
Ammon ngarud nga balasangak
Sabong ni lirio, dipay nagukrad

Denggem ading ta bibinenka
ta inkanto diay sadi daya
agalakanto't bunga't mangga
ken lansones pay, adu nga kita

No nababa dimo gaw-aten,
no nangato dika sukdalen,
no naregreg dika piduten,
ngem labaslabasamto met laeng

Daytoy paniok no maregregko
ti makapidot ikutannanto
ta nagmarka iti naganko
nabordaan pay ti sinampuso

Alaem dayta kutsilyo
ta abriem toy barukongko
tapno maipapasmo ti guram
kaniak ken sentimiento

Saturday, October 21, 2006

A VERY, VERY INTERESTING FEEDBACK FROM LONGWAYBYE..BRAVO!

re: THE TRIAL THAT SHOOK THE PHILIPPINES

(THE TRIAL OF PEDRO CALOSA)

I think the Philippines will be a tiger economy too, eventually. What's frustrating is it will take a long time.

When it could be faster. The powers that be are one reason. For those of us who still are debating whether the politicians are really crooked or not, we just have to look.

Surely we should have been better off if they were really serious public servants.

It is that simple. Plant a seed and care for it, and it will grow and bear fruit.

If it doesnt bear fruit, you didnt plant one, or didnt care for it. Cut the crap about soil conditions and typhoons etc. We can only blame extraneous factors for so many times...

I sometimes wonder why it is hard for us to see that corruption is there. Why it is difficult to see the power play and the tit-for-tat collusion among the powers that be.

Why do we praise the mayor for beautifying the plaza, like he has done a great job? When it is his duty to do so? And then we feel we are indebted to him...when anybody could have done the job with the money at his disposal?  Sometimes I think we are very gullible!

...Good job mayor! but dont expect that since you made the plaza clean and green you can now steal public funds, and use influence and lord it over us. It is our money and any man even a half-wit can use the money to hire people and buy trees and garbage cans...

....My blood pressure is climbing up. We do have a long way to go towards being a tiger economy....

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BRAVO, Longwaybye..Gat Jose Rizal will be very proud of us!!

Friday, October 20, 2006

FEEDBACKS ON "MALINAK.."

MALINAK LAY LABI:  A Pangasinan Folk Song
 
Malinak lay Labi
The night is late
Oras la'y mareen
The hour is peaceful
 
Mapalpalna'y dagem
A gentle breeze
Katekep to'y linaew
Along with it is the dew
 
Samit da'y kugip ko
So sweet is my dream
Binangonan kon tampol
Right away I awake
 
Lapu'd say limgas mo
Because of your beauty
Sikan  asika'y amamayoen
You are the only one I will love
 
Lalo la bilay
Best of all, my life
No sika la'y nanengneng
When I see you
 
Napunas lan amin
All wiped away
So ermen ya akbibiten
The sorrows that I bear
 
No nanonotan
when I remember
Ko la'y samit day ugalim
Your sweet kindness
 
Ag ta ka nalingwanan
I will not forget you
Angga'd kauyos na bilay
Till life is gone

 # send by "A Burn A Bee" #

I  came across your malinak song ...can you translate and post it here? I found very few Pangasinan songs, having grown up most of my years in Mindanao, where native Bisayan and Moslem songs were the norm...

When i went back to Pangasinan during high school years, and travelled from there to zambales usually, the music I hear in the Minibuses and Victory buses were the music of the 40's and 50's.

Now my nephew says that the staple of those buses are air supply, barry manilow and 70's music....

I love Manila, but something about barrio life, the easy and silent lonely life, picturable by mango tree in a field, with the hut and the carabao nearby, the town a few kms down the dusty road, the sweet smell of burning leaves in the dusk...

I have been all over the Philippines, at least among the major towns and areas and tribes...and I have lived in them as a resident...each has its own pretty uniqueness, but a lot are in common with other towns in the philippines...

I miss home...everyday of my life... I hope I'll have the courage to let go and leave...and return to my homeland and live there...my homeland, my people...my identity...

I know Ill wake up tomorrow and forget and work again and enjoy this First world comforts... but it isnt because I dont want to go home really...I want to but I dont have the courage nor the will to leave these material things...the little that i have accumulated over time...

But I am slowly divesting myself of things... I will...and when I finally go back home, i will let you know...that I have made it.... I have gone back to my mother's lap...I have come home, to where I belong, to where I should be....to where i should have never left....30+ years ago.




Comment from longwaybye - 20/10/06 4:35 PM

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There you go, my friend..The English translation of Malinak lay Labi. Could not do it better than the above work because unfortunately, I am an Ilocano.

I am also doing the same thing as you do..divesting myself of the so many "stuff" I accumulated through the years..What's the use of these collections now? I am wondering. I am putting some stuff into a box, label it and seal it with a packing tape. I will number each box and someday, when I finish my Last Will and Testament, I will name the persons to whom I will leave each box..

It is an exercise really in giving up, in emptying the mind and the soul of non-essentials and filling it up with things that really matter...

Going home to the Philippines?. Again for me, only time will tell!

But do tell me when it is already time for you to go back!---#

 

 

Thursday, October 19, 2006

THE TRIAL THAT SHOOK THE NATION

the Trial of

PEDRO CALOSA

Shock waves from the episode rumbled across Luzon for several months. Before they subsided, customary urban attitudes toward agrarian unrest had received a series of unsettling jolts. The incarcerated peasants proved more articulate than any of their predecessors. Many of them, moreover, were relatively well educated. The combination brought village grievances to the fore in a dramatic fashion. Manila's newspapers, for example, quoted Cesario Abe' extensively. He insisted the uprising had been staged " to secure a redistribution of wealth in order to help poor people free themselves from oppression." Other dissidents spoke out against ecclesiastical persecution, saying they desired "the Independent Church to be the supreme religion in the Islands." Another group held they had acted for patriotic reasons and "wanted only the Filipino flag to fly over goevernment buildings." All of them, furthermore repudiated "Colorum" labels. The enunciation of compelling material, spiritual and national goals, linked to the rejection of supernaturalism, reached sympathetic ears in Manila. Almost overnight, influential defenders rallied to the prisoners.

THE TRIAL COMMENCES

The mass trial--which began one month after the uprising--took place in a glare of publicity. Opposition politicians, led by Alejo Mabanag, Democrata candidate for the Senate, directed the defense. Calosa and Abe received additional assistance from prominent lawyers in Lingayen. The proceedings consequently, consumed two and a half months. Mabanag established his argument early: appealing to the social consciences of his countrymen, he read rebel confessions into the record. One of the raiders, Benito Allas, declared,"Many of us, including myself, were formerly owners of big pieces of land in Tayug and Sta. maria. We have been driven from our lands which our fathers and grandfathers cleared [or] have occupied since time immemorial. Because of this grievance we have long planned. . . to drive away the hacenderos and get our lands back."

Throughout February, march and April, defense attorneys whittled down prosecution charges. They did not dispute the fact that a secret society had come into being. Nor did they deny that the organization had planned and executed an attack on Tayug. They contended, nevertheless, that their clients had been driven by lofty desires tocorrect accumulated evils. The real culprits were "caciquism," colonialism and Catholicism. Behind the rebellion, they insisted, lurked a series of chronic irritants which produced only persecuted tenants, anxious nationalists and frustrated Aglipayans. The insurrection, Mabanag and his men concluded, would never have occured in a just society.

THE VERDICT

An equally determined persecutor was unmoved. Pointing doggedly to the grisly results of peasant reform impulses, he demanded the maximum penalties due murderers and seditionists. The trial ended on April 20, 1931, with partial victory for both sides. No one received the death sentence. All of the women were released on grounds of insufficient evidence. The judge found most of the men guilty, but assigned them to only five years in prison. Ex-convicts Pedro Calosa and Cesario Abe emerged as the scapegoats. Both men were ordered to Bilibid prison for forty years. The Pangasinan Court of First Instance also required the convicted parties to pay 1,000 pesos in damages to heirs of each of their Constabulary victims.

It soon became apparent that Tayug's rebels ahd been heard. High-echelon responses to Mabanag's indictment of the system, however left much to be desired. Newspapermen quoted Governor General Dwight F. davis concerning conditions in Pangasinan. David admitted that there were many areas in the Philippines where tenants had just grievances but said he did not believe Tayug is one of them. Secretary of the Interior Honorio Ventura fell back on more conventional interpretations. "The colorums," he declared, "had no definite purpose in what they did. The spirit behind the movement was a hash of religion, politics, fanaticism and a bit of everything else that can serve to inflame them." Ventura ended his statement with a harsh note: "If the government could afford it there would be no problem. It is just a matter of adding 10,000 men to the Constabulary and distributing the force in all municipalities."

His opinion did not go unchallenged. Tomas Confessor-who had ably assisted leonard Wood toward peaceful revolution of the Entrecherado affair-disputedVentura's reasoning. As the outspoken new Director of Commerce and Industry, he traced Tayug to "caciquism" Confessor, moreover, wentfurther and ascribed the growth of aggresively religious sects throughout the Philippines to economic inequities. Most "colorums" he added, "are in reality nothing but discontented tenants who have been mercilessly exploited and who seek revenge through acts of violence."

ECHOES OF THE TRIAL

Influential American residents echoed Confessor's theme.Speaking for the American Chamber of Commerce in the Islands, Walter Robb criticized the Constabulary for it's trigger-happy performance."Of what to do there may have been doubt," he grumbled, but never a doubt of willingness to do it." Tayug's troopers received similar castigations from A.V.H. Hartendorp, the editor of Philippine Magazine. Men in khaki and red, he suggested "instead of striding along with guns in their shoulders, might well get a little closer to the people." Hartendorp also warned his readers that a dangerous cleavage was developing between two classes: "Our legislators should think more about the common people--at other times than just before elections. We should be on our guard in this country against the governemnt becoming an ilustrado governemnt out of touch with the people and unsymphatetic to their needs, leaving them ready to turn to men of the type of Pedro Calosa for leadership." The most startling statement however came from the editorial of the Philippines Free Press. After years of crusading against fanaticism, the weekly proclaimed a new gospel:

Let's get over the ridiculous idea that every manifestation of unrest rises from colorum activities...No nation can be founded on a downtrodden peasantry which is constantly in debt to landowners. Any attempt to blame religious fanaticism for the effort of an oppressed peasantry to achieve some measure of economic independence is ridiclous and dangerous-ridiculous because it sows the seed for more widespread manifestation of that discontent.

It is about time that some facts are looked in the face and that the laissez-faire theory of doing nothing be thrown out of our governement.

The facts, unfortunately, were not faced. Three peasant rebellions and one abortive conspiracy in seven years wrought no change in Philippine life. Some editors and a handful of politicians called forreforms. Their appeals went unheeded. Social distance between elitists and the villagers, consequently continued to grow. Few insular Americans or Filipino administrators comprehended the significance of the gap. It had existed too long--become so much of thedaily routine thatits potential was no longer discernible.

Americans-fresh from the depression threatened United States-grasped the situation immediately. Social tensions in the Philippines struck them with an initial impact comparable to Manila's heat. Above all, Tayug brought the message to malacaniang Palace. Calosa's uprising was not dismissed as an isolated or unimportant event: Surigao in 1924, Nueva Ecija in 1925, Negros and Panay in 1927, Pangasinan in 1931; however viewed, the sequence foreshadowed trouble. A new Governor-General, John C. Early, expressed private concern and began confidential inquiries into the state of provincial affairs. At his behest, peasant leaders visited the Palace. Most of them spoke frankly.

General Teodoro Sandiko, a fiery old Katipunero, held nothing back. "The Americans," he said," have too much respect for property and property rights. Let the United States get out, and the oppressed will soon right things with the bolo."---#

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The Hacenderos lost some clout in today's Philippines, but  their place was taken over by the moneyed class. In today's globalization, it is so easy to form a consortium that could create jobs in our country. But on the other hand without Labour Unions, many Filipinos remain peons abused in their own country.

Many computer and electronic related companies were established by foreigners. These took the place of the Americans whom Manuel L. Quezon  did not want to rule the country like heaven, but he prefered Filipinos to run it like you-know-what..

The Japanese were driven out by the Americans in 1945. But now they are back in the Philippines, in Hawaii and even in the United States. They melted their weapons and bombs into other things ( computer chips, among other stuff ) and they were able to "conquer" economically, more lands than they can imagine. China, once a sleeping Dragon, is now fully awake, yawning and stretching and figuring what piece of the pie can she take a bite of . Korea, Vietnam, Malaysia, Singapore, etc. These Asian  countries seem to know how to cashin their chips and get their share of the global money.

How about Juan dela Cruz? I wonder when will his ship arrive..---#

ed.

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

PEDRO CALOSA AND THE BATTLE OF TAYUG...

http://journals.aol.ca/mabait42/ASINGANIAN/entries/1055

 

The above link will tell you the first part of Pedro Calosa's saga, which I found out, was never finished in this Journal. Here is the rest of Pedro Calosa's story which took place in Tayug, Pangasinan in the '30s.

When the Pantranco and the Binalonan Transit were still plying between Dagupan and San Jose, Nueva Ecija, I was also a frequent visitor of Tayug, the next town east of Asingan. One of my dentists before was Dr. Okol, a brother probably of the noted businessman Mr. Apolinario Okol who became rich ( according to a story ) starting with a few trucks that carried sand and gravel to supply construction projects in Pangasinan.

As a movie fan, I was so happy when a big theatre in Tayug was established by Mr. Okol. If I am not mistaken the name of the theatre was ORA. Years later, another theatre was established by him in Urdaneta, this time named ARO. Acronyms of his name I suppose.

Anyways, I often wondered about the walls of the Tayug church which my bus would pass by before reaching the Poblacion of Tayug. Its scars and pockmarks spoke of a fierce battle that might have occured  hereabouts.

I learned of that story later from a book published by the Cornell University Press written by David R. Sturtevant. Here is the rest of the story.   A resident of Tayug, Mrs. Nenette Tebangin ( the wife of Dr. Tebangin ) told me that the incident was made into a classic Tagalog movie filmed in the '50s.

It is sad that a copy of this movie ( as well as the countless others made from the time the Philippine movie industry was born ) is no longer available for present day viewing. Anyways books, magazines and now the Internet are available for more stories and information about The Philippines.--#

The rebels arrive in Tayug

On the afternoon of January 10, 1931, Pedro Calosa and his aide Cesario Abe notified their men to prepare action against Tayug, Pangasinan. Tayug's residents were still groggy with the post-Christmas and New Year's celebration. Dusty crepe paper and tattered tissues scattered in the streets of the town, silentreminders of the previous big celebration. The atmosphere of the town was as dull and sleepy. The Constabulary detachment, like the townspeople, retired early. Tha place--as Calosa and Abe had anticipated--was ripe for the taking.

The uprising began shortly after midnight.To create a diversion, the rebels set fire to the houses of 2 municipal policemen in San Nicolas, a neighbouring town.Then forty farmers equipped with bolos and a few old shotguns rode on two buses and started for Tayug which was about 10 kms. away. While the vehicles headed for Tayug, twenty or more villagers--some on foot others on horseback--converged on the Tayug Municipio. Around 1:00 am, 60 or 70 peasants ( including 14 young women ) assembled quietly near the Constabulary barracks. One of the girls lured the sentry from his post. Her companions immediately hacked him to death and dumped his dead body into one of the prison cells.

Immediately after, some of the rebels started attacking the sleeping constables, others confiscated the rifles and ammunition and set the building on fire. All hell broke loose.In the confusion, eight  of the eleven enlisted men escaped. The officers, awakened by the commotion, rushed towards the flaming barracks. They fell dead under a volley of gunshots from the rebels.The townspeople started running away into the countryside. The town defenders were gone or were dead. By 1:30 am, Tayug belonged to the insurgents.

For the next five and a half hours, the raiders dominated the town. The Presidencia ( Municipal Building ) together with its hated land records, went up in flames, as did the Post Office. Looters broke into 35 houses--including several belonging to rich Tayug families--and stripped them of valuables. The houses were then burned after.By day break, the revenge angainst the rich people by the angry peasants was over.

When the first light of day came, the rebels gathered in the still decorated streets and headed for the church.They shoued and pounded on the convento's door and brought the padre to the face the grimy bunch. Some of the weary raiders just sprawled on the ancient pews. The leaders asked for a mass and a breakfast. The clergyman obliged. He was asked to leave the premises in order to avoid being hurt. So the Pastor and his staff left the group who contemplated their next plan of action...

The PC Strikes back

Retribution came swiftly. An hour and a half after the the attack on the Constabulary barracks, a survivor jogged into San Quintin town which is 12 kms to the southeast. He informed a telegraph operator about the events in Tayug. Immediately messages were sent to Manila and Dagupan. The messages contained exagerrated details on a massacre perpetrated by hundreds of "colorums.." Manila authorities responded accordingly. Well before sunrise,a big detachments were ordered to Eastern pangasinan. While Police reinforcements hurried by road and rail towards the trouble zone, the Philippine Division of the US Army ( manuevering in nearby lingayen Gulf ) was placed on standby alert. Around 6:30 am, the first Constabulary contingent--fifteen steel helmeted troopers and two junior officers from Dagupan--arrived in Tayug. Thirty minutes later, carefully deployed riflemen opened fire on the convento. Secure behind massive walls, the rebels answered with a defiant fussilage.

The strange skirmish raged for twelve hours. Until the late afternoon, the outcome remained in doubt. Accurate fire from the besiegers kept the insurgents in their bastion. But random volleys from the church and convento also pinned down the assailants. By 4:00 pm, ammunition supplies on both sides were almost gone. Developing uncertainties vanished when one hudred Constabulary reinforcements arrived from Manila. They placed themselves in position in the square or plaza. This bloody Sunday in Tayug was about to reach its climax.

For suddenly and inexplainably, the convento door swung open. Firing ceased. A young woman stepped from the building. While disbelieving troopers stared, she lifted a Philippine flag over her head. Waving the emblem slowly, her bare feet moving to its cadence, she marched across the sun-splashed plaza. When she reached the statue of Jose Rizal, Constabulary rifles shattered the hypnotic spectacle. The woman's body crumpled beneath her banner at the monument's base. After this, both sides lost their zest for fratricide. Collective agonies ended when a storming party broke through the bullet splintered church doors into the dim nave. Rebels throw down their empty firearms and gave up the fight. All of a sudden, Tayug became very quiet.

Could this be the site where the woman with the flag crumpled?

casualties on both sides

Forty four rebels were captured. Six of the raiders ( this includes the woman with the flag and another woman ) were dead. Twenty of the rebels were injured. Fifteen or twenty managed to escape before the soldiers entered. On the government side, five members of Tayug's scattered company had been killed. A captain from Manila, together with a lieutenant and three enlisted men from Dagupan's contingent had been wounded. Property losses were extensive. Spiritual and psychological losses however were beyond calculation.

Years later,a Filipina novelist Kerima Polotan* said "many things were gone. Not just relatives dead, and houses burned and important papers missing from the municipio, but something else again: a certain innocence, a graciousness, gone from the town."

To the Constabulary's dismay, Calosa could not be found among neither casualties nor captives. Interrogations failed to uncover any leads.Tight lipped prisoners--emulating the still-defiant Abe--refused to disclose their leader's whereabouts. Fearing further attacks, officers ordered squad leaders to track down the supremo. Whether he was inside the church or not remains a mystery up to this day**

The Constabulary maintained that Calosa left Tayug after the assault on the barracks and that he attempted to burn out buildings of the El Porvinir, the Lichuaco family's 4,000 hectare estate. The patrols found several cases of attempted arson but they were not able to prove that it was the doing of Calosa.

By sunrise of Jan. 12, the subject of the manhunt appeared to have vanished. However, around 10:00 am, a sergeant led his weary detachment as a last resort to the rebel's house. Calosa, the proud father of a newborn infant, WAS THERE! He maintained that for the past 36 hours, he was on an exhausting paternal vigil. Unable to dispute the squalling evidence, the confused constables insisted that Calosa accompany them. He surrendered peacefully. Shortly after noon, Calosa plus twelve other suspects-all women, arrested near or in their homes--were enroute to a Dagupan jail.--#

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*KerimaPolotan. Her father, then a Constabulary lieutenant, led the Dagupan detachment into Tayug.

**Until his death, Calosa insisted he was not in Tayug during the uprising. Testimony from the paticipants ( constables and raiders ) however indicated otherwise.

Next entry: the trial of Calosa, and the publicity  it generated...

FEEDBACKS...

Hey, bud.  What's up? This must be Sonny.  My long lost nephew.  He was the only one I remember giving an engineering book - Structural Steel Engineering.  ....  I miss him a lot.  I kept asking about him but nobody seems to know where he is, or maybe I was asking the wrong crowd.  I can brag about him.  He's one of Asingan's finest, having placed second in the national board exams for Engineers when he took the exams way back when. I heard that he was once the Dean of the College of Engineering in one of the Universities in Baguio, a position offered to him right after passing the board exams.

Ben Soloria

Chesapeake, Virginia

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Dear Manong Vic,
 
The pleasure is mine, really. Thank you for posting my letter.
 
I'm impressed with your sensitivity on the privacy issue and indeed, it is the decent way. But i dont really mind so yes, you can publish my name. Hope you dont mind rubbing off some of your fame on your new friend..
 
Actually, I was hoping it could help to renew my ties with  old friends and classmates, which i think what the site is all about.
 
By the way, you are related to my science teacher, arent you? How is she now? I dont think she remembers me among her countless students over the years. But just the same, please say hello to ma'am.
 
Regards.
 

Engr. Sonny S. Espejo

Dubai Emirates, UAE

 

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Monday, October 16, 2006

A letter from Saudi Arabia

Dear Manong Vic,

 

Please allow me to call you manong. I don't really know much about you, except for the wonderful things that I read from your page. I am sure that you don't know me but like you, I am also from Asingan – the old town we both love so profoundly. I was born and raised in Dupac but has since left and lived somewhere else - some twenty years ago. Probably, our only links are Ms. Costes who was my science teacher in Rizal Academy (not even sure if you're related) and my uncle Ben (Soloria) whom I read about in one of your previous blogs. Though he was my growing-up idol, I lost contact with him since they migrated to Guam. The last time I heard from him was during my college days when he gifted me with a Civil Engineering Design book which I had since put to good use and which I treasure to this very day.  And so, seeing him featured in your page was a real pleasant surprise. If he is unable to read this message personally, please extend my warmest greetings to him.

 

I presently work as an expat structural design engineer in the middle east, where the way of life is in extreme contrast to ours, so you could probably understand my yearning for anything that's Filipino, especially if Asingan-related. Same craving brought me to Pangasinan.org and on to your page.

 

I strayed quite accidentally into the Asinganian Journal and never intended to stay long. But your vivid and compelling prose evoked in me so many fond memories of Asingan that I have to indulge myself longer, and to visit repeatedly. I read your heartwarming stories about the old laundry days in aragaag, the damortis, the karumata, the old bridge, etc and the nostalgia freak in me is transported back not only to those old places of yore but also to those days - long gone - back when life was so simple and so uncomplicated. (How did we managed to mess it up so thoroughly?). The images that flood back to mind with your every word remind me of all the wonderful people of Asingan that I am so blessed to have encountered. I read Ogie Diaz's high school recollection and its like reliving my own (mis)adventures with my barkada, only in much more humble circumstances.  Who says that time-machines are still on the drawing board? Asingan, after all, is not just the place and the physical edifices. Its not just the familiar streets and the neighborhood. It is us and our collective memories of the lives that touched ours and that peculiar culture that flourished as it can only in Asingan.

 

Thank you for the superb storytelling. Please keep writing portraits about our hometown, both in the past and in the present. A lot of us who are not gifted to write, I'm sure, appreciate what you do - that is keeping the memories of old dear asingan alive.

 

 

Sincerely yours,

 

 

Engr. S__________ _______________

Dubai Emirates, UAE

 

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Hi S_______,

 

Having not asked formally your permission to reprint your e-mail, I deemed it better not to use your name to protect your privacy but I could not pass the chance of publishing it because  e-mails like yours are some of the motivating factors that keeps me writing too re: our beloved Asingan..Thank you for your warm e-mail...

 

Congratulations for doing such a fine work abroad..Your command of English is also very commendable..and inspiring for the upcoming batch of the new Asinganian generation...

 

Again, a heartfelt THANK YOU!

 

Vic

We are marching for the Labour movement!!

Barbara Soberano Pascua with Miguelita Costes during the Labour Day Parade last September 2006...

Sunday, October 15, 2006

HALLOWEEN VIGNETTES IN TORONTO

It is almost BOO-TIME here in Toronto!!

Yes, the houses in our block have started sprouting ghosts, grinning pumpkins and skeletons! Scared yet?

One sure thing, this is not the cemetery in Asingan..It is at the corner of Dixon and Royal York, just 5 mins.  Some Asinganians prefer being interred in Asingan inspite  how lovely the cemeteries here in North America are..

HAVE A  SCARY BUT SAFE HALLOWEEN, EVERYBODY!!!!

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Grim aftermaths of the war..

LIFE AFTER BATAAN FOR SOME SURVIVORS...

A tribute to the "Bastards of Bataan"

When Bataan fell to the the Japanese, there were about 7,500 POWs both Filipinos and Americans. By the end of the war about 500 were left.

Survivors who were interviewed explained the deaths and dissapearance of the 7,000 with so many harrowing episodes..The most common execution then was decapitation. Then starvation ( even the Japanese right after their surrender were not given any more food ). They vented their frustration on their captives. Many of the marchers survived because they did not give up their hope that someday, they would go back to their USA hometowns. So they had to keep despair from creeping into their minds even if what they saw around them was hatred, barbarism and wanton disregard for human life. Those who survived  the death march without being rescued by US armed forces faced another death sentence: they were packed into "ghost ships" Japanese cargo ships bound for Japan. The survivors were marked to be transported the the Land of the Rising Sun as workers for the different Japanese factories. But not very many ships survivied the long voyage home. Once out in the open, US warplanes bombed them not knowing there were POWs inside. Some lucky ones jumped out of a burning Japanese ship, and by miracle, he was able to swim to shore into the arms of some Filipino and American rescuers!

 

One of the "ghost ships" that planned to transport US POWs..

Around the '70s, I was able to chat with an Asinganian who claimed he was in the Death March. It was already 30 years after the war, yet he was still suffering from stomach disorders. He was very thin. I asked him if he was receiving any pension: "Not a penny," he said. "But I know there are a few people in Asingan who are receiving some $ and benefits, but they never saw any action during the war.."

His American comrades did not fare any better. They received pensions, but the horrorof the Death March rendered psychologically maimedfor the rest of their lives ( like some Desert Storm veterans ). Some would wake up in the middle of the night screaming. One related that his Mom came to touch his face to check if he had some fever. The ex-soldier started choking her. When he was fully awoke, he implored his mom never, never to touch him if he was having a bad dream like that---#

Monday, October 9, 2006

Story behind the Banaria Hills

New GK Site Rises to Provide Legacy of Hope

Groundbreaking ceremonies for Dean Pascasio S. Banaria (PSB), Sr. GK Village or Banaria Hills,  were celebrated by the late Dean Banaria's family last September 24, 2006 in Towerville, San Jose, Del Monte, Bulacan.  The GK Caretaker team led by Pol Casino, together with GK Provincial Head of Bulacan Mon de Leon, were all present, in full support of the event.  It was a successful and very memorable groundbreaking event, as the PSB family honored and ensured the legacy of Dean Banaria by committing to build a Gawad Kalinga village of 50 homes, for the poor and relocated families in Towerville.  It was a day of hope -- most especially for the beneficiaries of Banaria Hills, as they welcomed the family with thanksgiving, love and appreciation.  Phil Banaria, in his speech, honored the memory and achievements of his father, declaring that PSB's legacy will indeed live on through the families of Banaria Hills; PSB's legacy, he emphasized, was first and foremost about helping people in need.  And as such, it is this PSB legacy that the Banaria family hopes to ensure, in partnership with Gawad Kalinga.  Ernie Banaria, the eldest son, also shared how the family sought and worked together in committing to remember Dean Banaria, through helping beneficiaries in Towerville build and restore not only their homes, but also their hopes and dreams.

Dean Banaria's legacy and memory embody how an ordinary Filipino can rise above poverty and his situation --  exemplify a quiet but true form of heroism -- through hard work, sacrifice and helping those in need. 

Banaria Hills, to date, is the 13th GK village in Towerville, where the BMW English GK Village, donated by an Englishman, Dylan Wilk who is a Gawad Kalinga icon and ABS-CBN's "2006 Pipol of the Year" Awardee, is also located, together with Aldaba Hills GK Village, donated by the family of CheChe Aldaba Lazaro, among others.

A FEW STORIES RE:BATAAN DURING WW2

 

The above photo is real, one of the stark vignettes during those dark days in the Philippines. Ask any survivor of that era and he will agree that indeed WAR IS HELL..

IN A TV DOCUMENTARY, some of the survivors described how life was before, during and after April 9, 1942..

There were about 75,000 US-Filipino soldiers that were hiding inside Bataan. Only a few thousand were left, rescued by the returning Americans in a POW camp in Cabanatuan, Nueva Ecija.

Some said after their food supply was gone, they had to eat rats, cockroaches, "anything that moves..". One said, "hell, it was better than nothing, it was a source of protien"

A Japanese speaker of that documentary commented the Japanese were brutal because that was how they were trained.."The officers harassed the privates, treated them like animals...So the privates had nobody else to vent their anger and frustration, except the POWs.."

The documentary showed that whatever brutality you heard re: the war, (e.g. POWs and babies used for bayonet practice by the Jap soldiers, ) were true. Photos were shown to attest these events.

The late Mayor Alejo of Asingan was one of the victims during the war years. He preferred to die, according to the story, rather than reveal the names of so called "guerillas" to the Japanese authorities. He died, they said, with water torture--#

Saturday, October 7, 2006

October 7, 2006

NY-NJ-PA Friends of Asingan

394 Stegman Pkwy, Jersey City, New Jersey 07305

Dear Kailians:

Greetings family and friends!

In January 2005, after the passing of our father/grandfather and hero, from Barrio Toboy, Asingan, Pangasinan, Pascasio Salcedo Banaria Sr., our family committed to a partnership with Gawad Kalinga by constructing 50 homes for the poorest of the poor.

We are honored to announce that the groundbreaking ceremony for the Dean Pascasio S. Banaria (PSB), Sr. GK Village or Banaria Hills, was celebrated by the late Dean Banaria's family last September 24, 2006 in Towerville, San Jose, Del Monte, Bulacan, Philippines.  Please find the picture below showing the groundbreaking ceremony. It was a successful and very memorable event, as the PSB family honored and ensured the legacy of Dean Banaria. The GK beneficiaries, along with the Caretaker team, are now set to construct the first 12 homes with the foundations of 3 homes already up with our commitment to build the rest of the 50 homes.  Dean Banaria's legacy and memory embody how an ordinary Filipino can rise above poverty and his situation --exemplify a quiet but true form of heroism -- through hard work, sacrifice and helping those in need. 

 

Thank you to all those who have joined us in this endeavor! With your help we were able to raise $14,000 enough to build 12 homes. In this regard, we are still in humble need of your continued support. We invite you to once again be part of building the Dean P.S. Banaria Sr. GK Village! Our effort is not simply about building homes for the poor, but about empowering the weak and thus truly effecting social change.

We would like to have the opportunity to discuss this further. We shall be looking forward to your most favorable response. You may contact the undersigned at 589 Plymouth Road, Hillside, NJ 07205 or at graciabe@aol.com or cellphone 908-265-7866.

 

Yours sincerely,

Grace Banaria-Espiritu and the Banaria Family

Daughter and Treasurer, NY-NJ-PA Friends of Asingan Association

Dean Pascasio S. Banaria Sr. GK Village (Banaria Hills)

Towerville, Bgy Minuyan, San Jose Del Monte, Bulacan, Philippines

Groundbreaking Ceremony, 24 September 2006

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MORE PHOTOS SOON!!

Friday, October 6, 2006

MORE BABY PHOTOS!

There are 4 Donato Costeses in our family. First is Donato Costes I, my dad's dad. He served an incomplete term as Mayor of Asingan  in the '20s. He died before his term ended.

Then my brother Donato Costes II. He and I left Asingan for Toronto in the '70s. He is an a-1 auto mechanic and a tireless handyman.

Then Donato Costes III is his only son, in fact his only child. He now works for Sony in California.

4th of a series is DJ, born on  Dec. 25. The whole world celebrates when he celebrates his birthday!---#

Thursday, October 5, 2006

HISTORICAL PHOTOS OF WW2 IN THE PHILIPPINES

A photo essay of  World War 2  photographs in the Philippines...

Wednesday, October 4, 2006

FEEDBACKS ON GUERILLIA MONEY

Once again, Mr. Costes, your journals and pictures breathe life into some  things that I have only read about in books or seen in documentaries.  Keep them coming please!

--Bartlett

 

Hi Mike..I will be too happy to write more re: memories of the war in my hometown as related to me by my parents and kinfolks..Samples here are some paper money I found scattered in our living room around 1948..Quite a bundle of them were stacked in an old wooden chest in my grandma's room..It looked like a treasure chest from an adventure movie..The only difference is that, all these bills were useless after the war, after armistice was signed. They could not even be used in the toilet; the sizes are too small!

So what we kids did was to use the bills ( known already at that time as Mickey Mouse money ) for playing store. During  Saturdays or Sundays  we pretended to be merchants selling assorted stuff ( rocks, flowers, leaves, some scrap iron, etc ) in our yard and we used the Mickey Mouse money as currency. Neighbouring kids would come over and join the game which kept us out of trouble practically the whole day.

These Japanese currency were printed the same way as real money was. Fine artwork, serial numbers, the whole shebang.  They used familiar vignettes like Rizal's monument or an abaca plantation just to give it the "Philippine" look.

Life was cheap and volatile during those days of occupation. I heard from my Mom that one morning, my dad was picked up by some men ( called Makapilis ). Maka-Pili is a derivative of  Maka Pilipino which means Pro-Pilipino. In reality, these were opportunists, carpetbaggers, the scum that thrive on the absence of law and order in a country. My grandmother was rich before the war having pioneered so many kinds of businesses in Asingan. When the Japanese arrived, anarchy set in. Makapilis aimed to fleece money from the rich. The men picked up my dad ( and my grandma was not able to do anything but cry her eyes out ). My aunt's husband, according to the family lore, promised to help my dad since he ( my uncle) knew the captors personally. Maybe they were his drinking buddies.

Anyways, some hours later, my uncle came back and told my grandma to give him some ransom money  so he can "save" my dad. So my grandma handed him a big bag of money ( I hope it was some Japanese currency ) and that same night, my dad arrived, very pale and haggard. I never learned what they did to him, but I knew it was not something very nice.

Well, some say my uncle was a makapili himself. Hard to tell really. During war time, things and people are not what they  appear to be.---#

Monday, October 2, 2006

GUERILLA CURRENCY IN THE PHILIPPINES DURING THE WAR

The Guerilla money in the Philippines during WW2

 

If you think money is hard to find now a days, think of the dark days during the Japanese occupation.Above is a sample of the money they were using during those days..Read the following story from a historical article..

There was hardly a corner of the Philippines in which guerilla groups did not flourish, although ill-equipped, ill fed and living in daily confrontation with death. Financing the guerilla resistance played an important role during the war and a large variety of paper money was issued in each province, Pangasinan included. In fact, the incredible number of notes issued indicated indicated the faith and courage the Filipinos had in the future. No printing presses, little paper and the lack of ink were just a few of the problems faced in producing these notes. Wood blocks, vegetable dye and scrap paper were used to prepare a wide variety of notes that became widely accepted as legal currency.

Instant Death

It took courage for the Filipinos then to accept these guerilla notes. To be caught by the japanese in possesion of these outlawed notes meant extreme torture or instant death. And to refuse these notes from fellow Filipinos was taken as a sign of collaboration with the Japanese, and somehow, collaborators have a strange way of dissapearing. Either way, these notes represented a signed death warranty to the bearer.

After the war

The remainder of the war was recorded in the history books. McArthur came back as promised. It is to the large credit of  the Philippine and American governments that a large percentage of the guerilla currency was redeemed during after war, in most cases, dollar for dollar. Naturally, not all of the notes were turned in. Because of the death of many Filipinos, the notes they hid became forgotten. To these day, small hoards may still exist in some cave or any kind of hiding place.--#