You probably already read Bob’s column that my kids and I went to the farm of my parents to visit my mom. She’s not in good health now. I don’t know if she will even be staying for that long. Anyway, it was the first time that my 2 kids visit there. I was interested to see the reaction of my 2 boys since they are not used to going places they are not familiar with. I asked them if they are up to it in going there without computers, PSP and cable TV. They said that they wanted to go and see what their big brother is doing out there. See our oldest son, Chris stayed in the farm for over a month. They missed him. JeanJean likes to go there because the farm was her home before. Anyway, off we went.
We rode the bus from Davao to GenSan. It’s a 4 hour ride. When we got to GenSan my 2 sisters met us at the mall there. We got some stuff that we need in the farm. We also bought some stuff to bring Chris and my mom. Before we left GenSan for the farm I called up my nephew to pick us up at the jeepney stop so that he can get all our luggage. To make it fun I told him to bring the Kariton (carriage pulled by a Carabao). When the boys saw the Kariton they really were amazed by it. They wanted to ride right away, but I told them just later since our luggage was inside the Kariton anyway. On the way to the farm instead of walking we rode a tricycle so that it would be faster and its getting hot too, its a little bit past in the middle of the day already by the time we get to the farm. I think in just like 2 minutes of riding the tricycle we passed by the side of the river, not too big of a river. The kids already wanted to dip in the water. I can already see some twinkle in their eyes. When we got to my sister’s house, about 10 minutes of sitting at the terrace the Kariton arrived with our stuff. Man, the kids were just so happy seeing our stuff taken out of the Kartion.
They want to go somewhere and ride right away. My nephew just told them that he has to bring the Carabao to take a bath in the water with mud to cool off. So they waited for a few minutes and off they went and ride the Kariton. They also went to a small river thats not that far away from my sister’s house. They really swam there and stayed for a long time.
While they were out, I saw my brother-in-law working in the copra. I went there to help a little bit. Gosh, I remember when I was a kid, me and my sister would arrange the copra inside a drying place. First, you arrange it nicely, then down at the bottom you light a fire slowly to dry the copra so that it would be easily taken out from the shell. With my dad before we have to arrange the copra thoroughly, nowadays they will just throw all the copra with shell inside and its not really dried properly. I guess my dad just wants it nicely done. It’s really something seeing some old neighbors working with the copra. Thats how they put food on the table by just working like getting the copra out from the shell and they get paid by the piece. It’s like 100 pesos to 1000 pieces.
I visited our old house. Its not that far from my sister’s house. I had lots of memories in that place while growing up. During the time when my dad was the Barangay Captain, just next to our house was a big place for a basketball court. That court will also turn sometimes into a volleyball court or disco area. Most of you know that in every fiesta the cockfighting is present. My dad, he is not a gambler but lots of the people in the Barangay would really want to have that. They even get the permit for it. During fiesta time I can really remember that my parents would butcher like 4 pigs. Most of the people from the further town of Patag some that lives there are the natives, the B’laan (tribal people) they will come to eat. Of course they are invited by my parents. Most of our tenants they will come to help prepare the food. At that time the fiesta will last like 3 days. So much activity for everyone. Hmmm, that made me think. Maybe on the next fiesta I will bring the kids there to see what fiesta really is. They’ve never been to one yet. At least some of my siblings still carry the tradition that my parents started, feeding lots of people. I’m sure the kids will have a blast. I know I will.
When time for us to head home I asked the kids if they would want to come back again? They all said yes and they told me that next time they want that they would stay for a few weeks and wanted to help working in the copra and the corn. I told them that next time too they will help take care of the pigs and goats. They are now counting the days for the next day that they are off from school. I enjoyed seeing them get excited just over simple things there in the farm.
I went also to my school during grade school. Its not as good as it used to be. Hopefully the government and the principal and the people in Patag will work together to make that school better.
Well, I hope you guys now have an idea of what place I grew up in.
Nothing fancy, it’s just simple life!