One day my brother and I, on our way to the PAGPARTIAN, or slaughterhouse, were talking about our ambition or what we wanted to be. We discussed about being a Priest, a Doctor, a Lawyer, a Mayor, a Governor, a Soldier, a Teacher, or an Engineer. We did not mention about being a slipper-maker like […]
1994 Memoir – 29. Bangued Memories – Pigs
There were two uses of pigs in Bangued when I was a small kid. One is for “lechon” and another is to clean up waste matter, especially human waste after we moved our bowels under the trees. At that time the pigs were free to roam about town, leaving their feces or waste on the […]