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!
