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Hinumduman HINUMDUMAN:
Charter memories of Old Samar; a collection of literary narratives, poems, letters, pain

09/12/2021
Ledger 6: Mesmerizing IslesSmaller Samar islets are bewitchingly alluring.Some sleepy islets back in memory come unexpec...
04/09/2021

Ledger 6: Mesmerizing Isles

Smaller Samar islets are bewitchingly alluring.

Some sleepy islets back in memory come unexpectedly like rain in May, maliciously capricious and as succulent as the watermelons of pubescent summers. The emerald island of childhood condescendingly nestled in emerald waters yet basking in glorious sunlight as lush balmy trees cadence in unison with the peals of laughter of an amorous sea provokes a perturbed yearning in an otherwise banal existence. In humid moonlight evenings, the silhouette of glistening waters gurgling in festal delight beckons the exile.

The small islet in memory had always been serene. Vignettes of tidy deserted streets, the long nubile quay, laborious steps up a forgotten belfry, long-abandoned church grounds of an ancient settlement, the hypnotic allure of an enchanted islet, the grainy beaches and hallowed pathways to some mythical caves, the placid waters of a small bay, the pedantic slope of a formidable granite watch, dainty fences along moss-covered elementary on the soothe an afternoon rest. Tranquil evenings promptly begin at dusk as the Angelus signals nightfall. Echoes of ancient traditions reverberate over cacophonous dales and extend towards the blighting sea. At supper, over some filial tales and harmless gossips, the family feasts on salted delicacies, and as nocturnal beasts proclaim their awakening, weary human hearts are put to rest.

These snap images of life on the ephemeral islet serenely bring eager resolve to some weary bearings. Indeed, wanton recollections are haven to restless souls. Naively as they call in recollection, they get a glimpse of the lives of their forebears and subsequently understand a little better of themselves. Retelling, they become vivid and all at once, the characters spring out and perform exploits, vividly narrating and spinning larger than life tall tales, a gift only storytellers possess as the islet empowers their stories.

In the lushness of its vegetation, the islet spawns inspiration that sparks the power of the imagination. Like the wave that breaks into effervescence, thoughts are broken into potent expressions of carefully crafted words filled with imagery. The islet inspires the native into creativity instigated by constant in*******se between the island and the islander, allowing prélude of similes and metaphors most compellingly spun of their stories. Consequently in far-away places, gifted islanders spin stories that cannot be ignored, stories in melodious songs, in bombastic discourses, in heavenly homilies, in printed words, across-the-roo conversations, in hushed confessions, on films, as pedantic lectures or amorous jokes, and lullabies of mothers who pine for surrogate husbands. Native islanders as songwriters, men of the cloth, ostentatious politicians, literati, sinners, filmmakers, lecturers, moronic jokes, or wantonly laid wayward lovers of amorous clerics have the gift of storytelling that makes them unmindful of time as they are caught in a web of tangled tales.

Occasionally when they meet, the storytellers expertly wedge in animated conversation, unmindful, uncaring and oblivious yet deeply involved in the tales they tell. And as the similes and metaphors fill their atmosphere, they are transported into that quaint emerald isle of their birth, of familiar characters littered by bittersweet memories of childhood.

(Photo not mine; credits to the rightful owners of these photos.)

Ledger 7: Siday LibreIF RICE STALKS WITHERBy: Joseph Lobres        “Sumuroy’s position of castellan carried a lot of wei...
29/08/2021

Ledger 7: Siday Libre

IF RICE STALKS WITHER
By: Joseph Lobres


“Sumuroy’s position of castellan carried a lot of weight and gave him power and prestige in the Palapag community. He would wander out to sea, repel Moro attacks, and bring home the warning of Dutch presence in the vicinity. He was a man, no doubt, much admired and frequently desired. After a time, he left his legitimate wife and took another woman. The rector, Father Miguel Ponze,a priest greatly respected for his kindness, zeal, virtue, and love for is people, reprimanded Sumuroy and reminded him of his duties and obligations as a Christian and urged that he break the adulterous relationship and put a stop to the scandal that was growing with it. When he failed to heed the timely pleadings and warnings of the parish priest, Fr. Miguel had the woman taken away from him and sent to another village. Sumuroy’s pride was now deeply hurt; he was now failing to make his evening reports to the Rector and began nursing his loss with internal grudges and resetment and these, in turn, began growing into thoughts of vengeance with every drink of tuba.”
-From the “Historical Survey of the Sumuroy Rebellion of 1649” by Cantius J. Kobak, OFM [Leyte-Samar Studies, 11:1 (1968), 44-91}.

LAYLAYON KAN AGUSTIN, 1649

Gindumdom ko ikaw ha kabalo
Han hagna ug mga amihanan,
Ha hayahay nga bulod ug malanhod nga sapa
Ha pampang hadton salug nga
Lumuton ug alpak han nga
Mga sangud han buaya.

Ginpasabot mo an hapros
Han paso han bungkog nga
Daw imo igin-angkon,
Pero ha katubtuban kita napakyas
Nga ha kabug-usan yana
Usa nga langyawnon nga tawo.

Nanagko adton imo mga mata
Nag-itom an lamrag ha pagkamaraot
Kay daw nahuyos an dagami nga
Natupok ha kaldero han kamatuuran
Iginbaid han naglabay ug
Na hadlok ha kabubuwason.

Ha kayana nga takna
Hain man an mga payaw
Han baybayon
Nga mahangkop ha akon?

Pira gud ka-anyos an naglabay
Nga an makagarahom nga conquistador
Dalikyat nga napakyas ha baraan nga babailan
Ngan mahipausa han
Kabug-usan han aton katunaan
interfectorem domina?

Kun huyos na an dagami
Ug lumuwi na ha panahon
Ngan pag pud-as ha kaingin
Ngan waray mahibibilin
Ha ganggang hadton tap-ong
May lagod nga hisasalin.

Pero ha pagdamo han mga
Talabong ngan adton kiromkirom
Hira manta manurok dayon
Labi nga hihinumdumon ko
An mapaso mo nga gugma
Ha di la maka-usa.

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CANTATA FOR AGUSTIN, 1649

I remembered you on widowed
Fields and farm lands,
On lazy hills and mulled streams,
Over riverbanks covered
By molasses and cracked
Of reptilian amulets.

You reminded me of charm
In amorous arms as
Would you were mine,
Yet measures have parted
Us in full bloom now
A strangely man. .

Your mellowed eyes have turned
The darkest sheen of mendacity
As were harvested stalks incessantly
Burned in crucible of faith
Conquered by the past and
For fear of the future. .

In the present time
Where would coves
Have coasts
To cherish me up?

Were they aeons ago
When the great conquistador
Abundantly subdued piety babailan
To be bewildered by the
Fullness of our land
interfectorem domina?

When rice stalks
Have wilted
And grass fires gone
And only ashes remained by
Husk on winnowed debris
With mark foul in time. .

Yet when herons route in hordes
Once more and touch-me-nots
Do bloom
I will often think of you
In some passionate embrace
More than once.

(Photos not mine.
Credits to the rightful owners.)

Ledger 5: ONTOGENESIS CATBALOGANESGerman naturalist Feodor Jagor described portions of his travel in a book “Reisen in d...
28/05/2021

Ledger 5: ONTOGENESIS CATBALOGANES

German naturalist Feodor Jagor described portions of his travel in a book “Reisen in den Philippinen” published in 1873:

“At night we reached Catbalogan, the chief town of the island, with a population of six thousand, which is picturesquely situated in the middle of the western border, in a little bay surrounded by islands and necks of land, difficult to approach and therefore, little guarded. Not a single vessel was anchored in the harbor. The houses,many of which are of boards, are neater than those in Camarines, and the people, though idle, are more modest, more honorable, more obliging, and of cleaner habits, than the inhabitants of South Luzon. Through the courtesy of the governor I quickly obtained a roomy dwelling, and a servant who understood Spanish.” Twenty five years later, civil war came to this town.

Conciliating the remaining Samar revolutionists under General Claro Guevarra and the colonial Americans forces of Major General Fredick Grant at Catbalogan Catholic Paseo on April 27, 1902, military officers and their soldiers publicly held a surrender to heal “a bloody war” as consequence of a shadily Paris Treaty ceding the Philippines from Spain to America. The erstwhile capture of General Vicente Lukban at Pambujan and his subsequent imprisonment paved the way for an American civil government in Catbalogan as cabesera at the beginning of the Commonwealth period. Previously suspended by the Philippine Commission in 1901, Lukban’s capture and Guevarra’s surrender finally restored civil governance in Samar and appointed Julio Llorente (1902-1903) and Segundo Singson (1903-1904) as governors. Victor Cellis served as Municipal Presidente in the heyday of the Commonwealth.

During the last days of Spanish rule until the early American period, poblacion Catbalogan had four (4) districts - Salug or Barangay de Españoles, Sawang or Barangay de Mercado, Ubanon or La Loma/Baluarte de Sangleyes, and Likud which was the backlog creek bordering the rear of the other three districts and used as field for abaca, wild fruit trees, palay and swampy banks toward Antiao river. At the time, there were two parallel streets leading to the church, first was Magallanes and the second was Elcano, while several esquinitas or ways of access cut across private houses along the three districts.

To develop the Cabesera and expand its extent, the Commonwealth government renamed Magallanes street to Del Rosario and Elcano to San Bartolome. It then situated the Presidencia which was near the Residencia of the Church, to the center of the old market in Barangay de Mercado while relocating the old public market farther left at the other end of the creek. It then created a municipal plaza and a third street, naming it San Francisco in honoring of the Franciscans’ religiosity and civil administration in Samar. A fourth street, San Roque, was also created at the back of the new Presidencia overlooking the resettled public market commemorating half of Catbalogan’s population who perished in the cholera epidemic at the turn of the century. Except for esquinitas Legazpi, Burgos, Mabini and Rizal, ways of access across streets or avenues were also created naming American colonial figures, e.g., Lincoln, Taft, Curry, Mckinley, and Allen

By constituting urban planning, allocations were proposed on future infrastructure to properties at the far right end of the abaca bushes, varied trees, sloppy hillocks and marshy swamps. To these properties were added plans for intermediate secondary and vocational school buildings including parks and athletic fields, government and health service offices, justice building and the executive Capitol of Samar island. To the left end surrounding the resettled public market, government lands were tenured to private individuals through patent purchase and contriving several plain fields or patag with families from Likud and zoning Likud-Patag from San Francisco Street to San Roque Street including the backyards and back ways of the public market .

US President Theodore Roosevelt appointed erstwhile combat volunteer anti-insurgency Captain George Curry as governor in 1905. He immediately requested funding to educational infrastructure for Gabaldon-typed primary (Catbalogan Elementary School in 1913), secondary (Catbalogan later Samar High School in 1917) and vocational trade (Samar Trade School in 1912) buildings that were inaugurated after his incumbency. The provincial Capitol building was inaugurated in 1930 while the Samar Provincial Hospital, Resident Doctors’ Cottages and Nursing Home, Justice Building, Capitol Glorietta-cum-playground including the Grandstand commenced shortly after the second war and as an aftermath, increased number of families began to migrants along peripheral areas of Catbalogan linking as Boao, Guindapunan Barangay San Pablo and the upland hamlet of Pablo Singzon’s state that ultimately became Barangay Soccoro. By late 1960s and early 1970s, reclamation along the swampy riverbanks of Catbalogan commenced at the Mayor Munoz’ state, the marshy tenured Patag riverbanks and the muddy wetlands parts of the Yboa State which would be called by the end of the next millennium as the largest of the districts, Barangay Canlapwas, just beside the Bliss Housing Project.

The coffee-table book “O Catbalogan!” published in 2006 noted: “Families from many parts of Samar island dot the winding Antiao creek. Catbalogan’s population today is barely a tenth of what it used to be in the ‘50s.”

Where formerly there was a river (Rio de Antiao), it now has a creek.

(Credits to the rightful owners of these photos. Copyright infringement not intended.)

Ledger 3: Early SorrowsAt the Capitol grounds of the cabesera is an obelisk designed by UP artist TOYM IMAO of courage a...
10/05/2021

Ledger 3: Early Sorrows

At the Capitol grounds of the cabesera is an obelisk designed by UP artist TOYM IMAO of courage and heroism on historic episodes – a memento braved by Daragangan Pintados originally guarding (they were removed in the early 2000) the base of an urn faced on four corners by bas-reliefs of moments in Samar history- the arrival of Jesuit missionaries FRANCISCO DE OTAZO, BARTOLOME MARTES and DOMINGO ALONSO in Tinagon (now Tarangnan, Samar); the revolt of Agustin Sumuroy and his men over disputed decree of Polo y Servicio at Palapag north of Samar; the incident in Balangiga east of Samar where townspeople led by CAPT. EUGENIO DAZA and Chief of Police VALERIANO ABANADOR killed American soldiers at a garrison that resulted in General Jacob Smith’s pledge of a “howling wilderness,” and the royal decree signed on August 11, 1747 by Queen Isabella II naming Samar as a separate province under military administration – atop the nurturing torch of a mother and the motherland.

Historic nostalgia is far more wistful and often injuring for it allays time to heal and lucidity to linger our sanities of memory akin to forewords and beginnings.

The third largest island of our archipelago, as historians claim it, was borne of ruptures and by way of trembles in the volcanic underbellies at the deepest trenches of the sea. Gigantic craters were created using considerable pressures pushed away by molten lava, and after million moons have waned, gave existence to a land mass of severe sovereign, itself laden to define its own geophysical boundaries and whilst added majestic picturesque dwellings, beauteous being as Cabesera. Some believed aboriginal inhabitants predated the ancient central Asian Aetas roaming the peripheral portions of the continent at the melting down of the Glacial Period, and by 4500 BC, the aboriginal island Aestas spawned Hindustan-Malayan breeding along the sandy shores naming them fiery Ibabaonons and festal Tendayans later calling their island upon some marred and revered legend as SAMAD and lately as SAMAR.

Spurred for centuries by spirituality, art and reasons, customs and traditions, forebears of Ibabao and Tendaya acceded to caring accustomed Diwatas and warring demigod Laons in their pangayaws up until in the middle ages when by far cry of finding a spicy island, dainty European navigators sailing eastward stumbled upon Homonhon, the first of the tribes that ultimately subjected their unwitting accounts to monarch Spain. Brave and bold Daragangans - Datus Pagali, Mancao and Malopig, sons of Datu Mangaris who welcomed Magellan in Limasawa on March 17, 1521- resisted and fought colonization and conversion but unsuccessfully, they were routed by the conquistadores, beheading Pagali and Mancao in Leyte and burning Manlopig at stake in Catbalogan.

More so, on June 1, 1649, when a spurned castellan and son of a dauntless babaylan Agustin Sumuroy would cast spear to deadly Jesuit friar Miguel Ponze, setting fire to the small chapel of the Immaculate Conception at Palapag north of the island, in defiance to tyrannical royal decree of polos y servicios personales, that would ultimately ignite year-long revolts in Samar, Bikol regions, Leyte, Central Visayas, and Northern Mindanao. He would be fatally sacrificed and beheaded by traitors and accomplished Christian Lutaws lurking at the Mesa de Palapag, dragging, capturing his mother and throwing her over a precipice. Over three centuries of injustices under Spain, Samareños would fight prejudices and inequalities, faltering alongside courageous katipuneros only to cede a shadily treaty thwarting their independence against neo-colonial Americans. And so it was in a hail of raging fire that young and innocent Samarenos would falter their early sorrows in a “howling wilderness” as an aftermath of the Balangiga encounter a fin de siecle.

In the commonwealth period, misty allusions would remind us how propaganda structures were insinuated as Americans moved on to conquer the beginnings of a new century.

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Credits to the owners of these photo

19/02/2021

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Ledger 3: Early Sorrows
Ledger 4: Allusions

Ledger 2: Pure JoyOtherwise, when August monsoons bring in gales that gash the hems of rotting shacks and blot the life ...
17/02/2021

Ledger 2: Pure Joy

Otherwise, when August monsoons bring in gales that gash the hems of rotting shacks and blot the life of a differently serene nightfall, youngsters blind to rest by the flickering of improvised lamparillas athwart what could be immaculate walls. Tempestuous banshees and heedless friars would encourage some lucid imaginations to usher in tall tales of proverbial mythic proportions the exploits of Parapat and the Daragangans, of the fabled Giant of Magtaon and tale-tell version of Siete Ynfantes de Lara, often lapping under care of elder siblings or matriarchs. In ancestral houses where such caprice is auspiciously observed during stormy nights, the youngsters securely tucked under warm flannel blankets as they attentively listen dotting to tales of old emperatrizes and distressed princesas rattling in cacophonous fervor the retelling of familiar fables, riddles and local family history.

Ingenuousness occupied laughter in young childhood as they coyly conveyed their indigenous games (mulayan), riddles (titiguon) and fables (susumaton) playing with their primas but as they grew older, their days became more exacting with reciting Latin prayers and singing auto sacramentales patching perfecting homemade recipes, and enjoying dainty salidas most especially on fiestas and religious celebrations where they would be amused by watching street warring cenulog and calisthenics cm eskrimas while learning local history about moro maraud, or be involved over Christmastime spelling out panarit and pastores chorals with the young and the elderly, joyfully rhythmic quikal dancing and chiming in narratives:

Joyful as they routed the simbang-gabi, the misa de gallo, and venerated a pastikum sentinel-watched by immaculate sakristanes a day after Christmas.

( CTTO of the pictures used. Photos grabbed from Facebook and Google)

Ledger 1: Days of YoreBlithe nights would unconcernedly slumber as children fall soundly asleep in the pueblo town of Ca...
17/02/2021

Ledger 1: Days of Yore

Blithe nights would unconcernedly slumber as children fall soundly asleep in the pueblo town of Cabesera along the Bahia de Maqueda during dry summer evenings in the hay days of the Commonwealth period. As the bright sun beams in sheer glee, the children awaking from their afternoon siestas and unwanted of canton dash along the beach that borders the seaside settlement, passing docking repainted traditional balotos and atop makeshift bamboo pole fish dryers along riverbanks as they dip farther into the sea. The roguish would plunge into the pristine waters in natural bareness while the timid anxiously awaits abound under dapdap trees on the side. Distinct gender groups delightfully play traditional games of sunka, satum, piko, bagul and kulambibi while the ho***rs in their game of dakup-dakupay cavort the extend of the riverbank and the beach for the proverbial it, until chimes from the ancient toll announce the Angelus.

As twilight envelops the placid waters of the bay, calls from parents are heard and the youthful throng heads home. Kneeling before a mantle full of venerated icons, the elderly would monotonously grand recite archaic prayers as the irreverently young utters indistinct locutions to avoid a rebuke in failing to remember the litany for the souls by heart. The evening is capped by a hearty meal of hot rice, lard and soya and dried fish extracts as lizards kiss the ground and young slumbers spin their dreams cradled by loving mothers singing lullabies.

(Credits to the rightful owners of these photos)

Hinumduman:Chart Memories of Old SamarA Collection of Narratives, Anecdotes, Essays, Poems, Letters, Pictures, Frames, D...
17/02/2021

Hinumduman:
Chart Memories of Old Samar

A Collection of Narratives, Anecdotes, Essays, Poems, Letters, Pictures, Frames, Drawings and Caricatures about People, Places, Pieces and the Faces of Old Samar Island.

I look at the vast expanse of Maqueda Bay as my mind roams the chasm of memory for some delightful vignettes in other people’s past, allowing warmth and pleasure in their salida and sundayag and pausing mischief liberty to serious life. The carefully caringly shared memories of a grandmother, of her ancestors, of a friend whose mother was a beauty, and of the intimate anecdotes of their easingly hard lives at the cabesara, are mused as I begin to chronicle the choices of their loves and lives over a cup of coffee at a bay window of a famous hotel of the cabesera at that time of the pandemic.

The cabesera ca 1900.

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