I was then a boy. Our home is still made of pinaud roofs and a room, with lauanit walls and flooring made from bamboo. We used to have a small and large bangguera where we put some bulky materials, unlike the usual where it used to display eating utensils. Half of the old bale kubu is a concrete bungalow, here we receive guests, eat together, and sometimes sleep together as one family. This cradle molded my childhood.
I can vividly remember when I saw my grandma's old photos. I was then browsing secretly her aparador when I encountered a bunch of oldies. I found her wedding picture with the ingkung Bencio. I was fascinated of the beauty of her, obviously showed in her old picture. And there were more pictures, some I do not recognize who are in the pictures. That's was when I was a kid. I returned them in their places, hoping some day I could beg them to my apung indu.
And after I finished my high school, I begged these photos to her, and she faithfully entrusted them to me.
|My grandpa in the 60's when he went abroad in Saudi Arabia.|
|With her niece in the year 50's.|
DALÁGÂNG KAPAMPÁNGAN. My grandma in the year 1970.