Yzagada
Scribbles. Pieces. Insights. Clicks. Expressions.
Category: People & Places
How Our Alal-apos Outwitted Headhunters
Author’s Note: The recent ‘panag-aapoy/panag-dedenet’ (literally translated to lighting of fires) to warm the gravestones of our dearly departed made me reminiscent of a couple of Lola Banayan’s stories. She recounted mini-tales of how some early village folks escaped the blades of imminent deaths… Continue Reading “How Our Alal-apos Outwitted Headhunters”
Mini Trails, Big Delights
And so it was on a beautiful sunny February day when we decided to hit the trails for the first time this year. A rather late snowfall has visited Vancouver mid-February so skiers and snowshoers have been congesting the more popular Cypress and Seymour… Continue Reading “Mini Trails, Big Delights”
As they light those fires, I reminisce…
My earliest memories of the Anglican cemetery of St. Mary the Virgin in Sagada that we fondly call “Kamusanto” (Campo Santo) with the eloquence of the local tongue were when I was but 5 or 6 years of age. I went there with my… Continue Reading “As they light those fires, I reminisce…”
“Paint Me Like One of Your French Bulldogs”
If I fancy myself being immortalized in a painting, I’d be elated to be depicted as a poodle in a tutu. Not saying this because of my obvious devotion to dogs but because I’m aghast at the reactions of people who are socially crucifying a… Continue Reading ““Paint Me Like One of Your French Bulldogs””
Home is where?
A friend once told me it took her three years to finally come to terms with the fact that she has a different country from what she has known to call home. I held on to this, thinking my time would come. That… Continue Reading “Home is where?”
Of Stories to be Retold…
It’s been a year since my favorite local historian left to join her forefathers after a century of a life well-celebrated. I remember her not with grief but with continued awe of how she graciously led a life with purpose. Though I cannot help… Continue Reading “Of Stories to be Retold…”
Calidad Humana; Living A Hundred Years and More
Living a Hundred Years and More Perhaps she didn’t like it as well. Her very long, silver-white hair had to be sheared, right above her ears. It had to be cut because she had to spend most of the hours lying down in bed,… Continue Reading “Calidad Humana; Living A Hundred Years and More”
