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Could I be a Cowgirl?? I don't know...
I remember, though, how I was the only girl in the family who would run around the "pilapil" (is that what it is called? I simply called it the "lakaran sa palayan") like crazy because that was the only time I could sing out loud without anyone teasing me! After my singing session, I'd soak my feet and ask the workers if I could do what they did. Of course, they never let me. It was a nice try, though. My fondest memory is when I was a little girl, too young to join the clan's "summer sports fest". The fields were clear and I was left pretty much to do what I wanted. I would spend afternoons sharing the ilog with a carabao, where the soft tide passed the carabao before I could enjoy it. By the time I was through bathing, the carabao was clean and I'd smell like the carabao! MAYBE CARABAO GIRL???? You can tell, these were times of innocence, green fields, and far from the wrath of Mt. Pinatubo.
When I close my eyes, I see the green fields along the main road from Castillejos to the town of San Marcelino. I always found it serene. The quiet hospital to the left. Approaching the curb, the first signs of the town come alive, a rattan (or abaca) furniture stall to the left and an Ice Plant (which I would enter just to watch the men clip blocks and blocks of ice with their tweezers-looking tools!) on the right. I remember St. William's and the church. There were always so many people and I always wondered how they always knew each other and who they were related to, and what they were up to. I had a lot of time to myself, mostly because I was always "saling pusa". My father would order cases of soda from my Tita Bessie's store and because all my cousins would stay in our farm, bottle caps would be all over the place! I assumed the position of bottle cap collector with my red wagon. It's amazing now how I had simple pleasures of the innocent. I would sit on the soil, make the biggest mud ball possible, and dry it on the windowsill in our dining room. I can still see it crumbling as it dried off. By the way, one of my greatest Zambales memories consist of C-rations (sp?). I would often get frustrated because no one from my school, to this day, knows about it. My dad used to buy boxes and boxes of them in Subic. There was apple sauce in a dark green tin can. Meat would be in a thick brown bag. The chocolate was great! There were boxes with cookies and there were boxes with cake. I brought one for my Girl Scout overnight but no one seemed as amazed as I was. Did you guys have that? Does the army or navy still have that? Please tell me I wasn't the only one who saw it....... Fara A. Rodriguez © Copyright 2002-2003 ZambalesForum (ZF) discussion group members. All rights reserved. Disclaimers |
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