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 […]
1994 Memoir – 5. My Grandfather Gavino Bravo and Grandmother Lucretia Bandayrel Bravo
My lolo looked very old. He was baldheaded, wrinkled, and bent. I asked one time how old he was and Mother said he is 60 and is “reservado,” one who does not work and need not pay any tax because of old age. Lolo smoked a lot, chewed “buyo” and was fond of drinking “basi” […]