I was born and grew up in the province till I reached my 11th year. It was then that Dad transferred me to Univ. Of Santo Tomas for high school.
Back in the province we didn’t have television set except for a small Sony transistor radio. We didn’t have those gadgets that kids nowadays enjoyed. But we played several games with others (mostly my cousins) on the street before the six o’clock evening prayer time. My maternal grandmother was strict about this. The rosary was prayed in the vernacular except for the Spanish ones which grandma taught that I have forgotten all these years.
We went to school in slippers and helped with cleaning our school room and watering the plants planted in the school ground. There were no snacks of sandwiches but we bought fresh fruits from vendors who placed themselves in the corridor during breaktime. Softdrinks were unheard of but we had young coconut juice called buko. I still miss those several kinds of rice cakes that they sold back then. We had school projects like making doormats out of coconut husk, embroidered handkies and pillow cases in our Home Economics class, learned cooking rice using dried wood and frying simple dishes like fish ‘daing’ and eggs. Every summer during school break, mom and I would help in the harvest of sweet potatoes, turnips and peanuts at her cousin’s farm. We would go home with bagfuls of sweet potatoes and peanuts. Mom would keep them in small boxes and we’ll have them for snacks during rainy days. Unlike today where one could not store such rootcrops for long because they wash them before selling in the market, back then it was direct from the soil so it lasted longer.
I had some sort of culture shock when my older brother and I transferred to Manila permanently during high school. Since I came from the province, I was late in the entrance exams for high school. Took it at the principal’s office. The latter was a colleague of dad. We had school uniforms, wore shoes and prayed every start of each class until I was in college. Such was the beauty of having a Catholic education in the oldest university in Asia. University of Santo Tomas is the largest Catholic university in the world in a single campus.
My siblings and I were so blessed to embrace Thomasian education so with my two kids, Nissa and Josef.
Reminiscing….those days!
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