May 8, 1918 - January 25, 2011
It is really amazing how people can adjust themselves for survival. Without electricity, running water, telephone, TV, radio, stores, vehicles, police, government officials running the community, schools, churches, libraries, hospitals, … [Continue reading]
In the early days of June, 1945, we could hear the death roar of artillery shells, mortar shells, bombs, and unending staccato of gunfire west of Barrio Apad where the holed-in Japs were mercilessly pounded by liberating American forces following the … [Continue reading]
The heavy rains flooded the rice paddies where we had constructed our improvised shacks and dug our air-raid shelters. Most of the daytime hours were spent inside our dugouts as the U.S. planes bombed and strafed the retreating Japs passing the town … [Continue reading]
It was my usual routine to go to town to search for food, even in abandoned gardens or yards when no planes were overhead. With my jute sack, I roamed the streets for bananas, papayas, coconuts, or anything “eatable.” My eyes popped wide open … [Continue reading]
In the month of May when the rains started falling, the rice paddies became full of water. Dry season was over! Rainy season had set in. Our evacuation site was flooded! Food had become very scarce. We had been out of town for five … [Continue reading]
The next thing I did after settling in our hut was build a dugout. I saw to it that it had beams overheard with G.I. sheets to hold lots of soil, on which I planted spinach. It was “L”-shaped and could house ten persons. I placed … [Continue reading]