Last Sunday i just had to get on the computer and was feeling doubly guilty as it was General conference. But my fingers were just really itching to do some laptop dance and thought that if i do something that is church related i could feel less awful about it.
So i googled "family tree templates".
I am not a very excited genealogy researcher although belonging to the Latter-day Saints (Mormon) church, it is a huge thing.
My excuse being that i don't even know the names of my great grandparents on both sides. I mean, i was definitely looking into records availability and such and i thought that it's pretty useless as on my Mother's side, they come from China and on my Dad's side, i don't even know if the records of births and death existed for them.
But then again, i was feeling bad about wanting to use the computer that i thought well, maybe, if i just start with what i know, that would be a good enough thing.
I ended up entering around 90 names that Sunday afternoon.
Now i can see why a lot of people can get so hooked in finding their ancestors!
The stories of individuals alone can fill up information hungry minds....gossip? You bet!
Now i realize why a lot of the old residents in Manolo Fortich, Bukidnon are somehow related to my family.
I am now looking forward with even more enthusiasm the upcoming trip to Bukidnon this June.
One of the Binayao's are knowledgeable about the family and so i will go there with my Papang and get as much detail as i can. Maybe even look at Municipal records. This could get quite addicting!
Manolo Fortich is at the edge of becoming a big town. It is MY town! I love it's quirky people and the slow pace of life.
Who knows what juicy stories i can find when i dig into my family's records.
And i await with eagerness!
My Family (Not All Here)
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Dumotan Family In Manolo Fortich, Bukidnon
I grew up in a small town called Manolo Fortich, Bukidnon.
The beautiful mountains, trees and people are reasons enough to buy a property there and raise your family.
My father's family were one of the really old residents of Manolo. Some of the other old family names are Mancawan, Cahuan (actual relatives but the story will be for another entry), Binayao, Onahon, and a few more which i really should write down and take note of this summer when we go and spend 2 and a half months there.
Most of these families belong to the Talaandig tribe. My father's family being one of them. And i, who can carry a bit of conversation in the tribal dialect.
My Papang showed me this book containing all stories of the Bukidnons in it's tribal dialect and unfortunately there was only one copy! I am going to see if i can purchase one or maybe two. One for here in the US and the other one to be kept in the library that we have built in Manolo.
When i was growing up in Lingion (a tiny town outside of Manolo towards Mangima Canyon) my Papang would tell us bedtime stories in Binukid. They were hilarious stories that i am sure he had embelished. :-) This was at the time when there was no electricity so we have a little petrol lamp (a small jar of about 5 in. with a small amount of petrol in it and a piece of cloth wound tight for wick through the metal hole on the jar cover) and fireflies are still quite plentiful.
I have many stories to tell of my hometown.
And i remember them oh so clearly as if it was yesterday!
My MamaLola (grandmother and she's my father's mom) would be happy with this blog. In a lot of ways, it is through her that i have enjoyed my childhood thoroughly!
Wherever you are Mamalola, i love you!
The beautiful mountains, trees and people are reasons enough to buy a property there and raise your family.
My father's family were one of the really old residents of Manolo. Some of the other old family names are Mancawan, Cahuan (actual relatives but the story will be for another entry), Binayao, Onahon, and a few more which i really should write down and take note of this summer when we go and spend 2 and a half months there.
Most of these families belong to the Talaandig tribe. My father's family being one of them. And i, who can carry a bit of conversation in the tribal dialect.
My Papang showed me this book containing all stories of the Bukidnons in it's tribal dialect and unfortunately there was only one copy! I am going to see if i can purchase one or maybe two. One for here in the US and the other one to be kept in the library that we have built in Manolo.
When i was growing up in Lingion (a tiny town outside of Manolo towards Mangima Canyon) my Papang would tell us bedtime stories in Binukid. They were hilarious stories that i am sure he had embelished. :-) This was at the time when there was no electricity so we have a little petrol lamp (a small jar of about 5 in. with a small amount of petrol in it and a piece of cloth wound tight for wick through the metal hole on the jar cover) and fireflies are still quite plentiful.
I have many stories to tell of my hometown.
And i remember them oh so clearly as if it was yesterday!
My MamaLola (grandmother and she's my father's mom) would be happy with this blog. In a lot of ways, it is through her that i have enjoyed my childhood thoroughly!
Wherever you are Mamalola, i love you!
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