Jumbled Episodes

Sometimes, it’s good to remember; other times, it’s good to forget.

One Saturday, we went to Wawa Dam in Rizal for the outreach program organized by the group “People Helping People.”

As I stepped out of the car, I was brought back to the past.

The green hills on the sides and the children gathered on the ground brought me to my childhood days, back to my hometown in the mountains of Benguet.

I recalled the days as I played with the other kids in the neighborhood. We chased each other like the natives would chase the pigs in their backyard.

We played war-games while unstoppably running around and untiringly shouting – Bang! Bang! Bang!

We played from the rising to the setting of the sun.

As the sun goes to hide its rays in the West, I would walk back home as my young body was embraced with terribly cool sweats.

I recalled the days when we were called to go to the rice fields, either to harvest rice or to till the soil for the next cropping.

When the sun is up, we would put on that hats made of vine; and when the rain comes, we would put on that plastic with a slit on the side as our rain coat to finish the tough job.

I recalled the days when we were summoned to pound rice with that indigenous mortar and pestle, like the tools of the Tabon Man. Though I was lazy to do so, I needed to. Not pounding rice would mean no rice on the pot, no rice on the plate.

I recalled the days when we climbed towering mountains and trekked through mossy forests.

One wrong step on the side means getting you killed. Slow moving pace means gathering a lot of leeches on your feet.

In spite of these leeches and perilous trails, nonetheless, is setting foot on the top of the mountain, casting your eyes to the magnificent beauty of nature, embracing the refreshing breeze blowing from the rivers below, hearing the rippling cascades of the waterfalls afar, and raising your hands like Moses over those enthusing grandeur gifts from Above.

Lastly, I recalled as I would imagine how busy the people were as they prepare to celebrate the birth of Jesus, while my mother was about to deliver a child at the very tick of the clock at four of Christmas dawn.

Yes, it was. While most people were busy wrapping their gifts for their loved ones, my mother wrapped me, too, with her loving arms.

That was the first time I felt the warmth of the world in the midst of the chilling December breeze.

A lot of recalling can be done. Reminiscing the past can be invigorating, especially when you recall the day you were born. You shall realize that you are here for a reason.

As I remember these chapters of my past, I was reminded to move forward.

These jumbled episodes I had that Saturday in the mountains empowered me to go on – to go on holding onto my dreams, to go on climbing the hills and mountains of life, and to go on living the gift of life I have.

Thanks for those kids running around and the green mountains on the sides for bringing me to the past.

It is my hope that as I share these jumbled episodes of my life, may you be able to recall also your past and get into the future with refreshed and rejuvenated power.

As one character said – sometimes, it’s good to remember; other times, it’s good to forget.

Hence, there’s no need to remember all the things that came into your life, especially the bad ones. Just learn your lesson from those bad experiences, and leave them to the past.

Remember the good things of the past, gather strength from those jumbled episodes of your life, and move forward!

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17 thoughts on “Jumbled Episodes

  1. Hannah Eunice Ferrer

    it’s really great to reminisce and think of our childhood. i really enjoyed reading your post!

    it made me remember Kibungan and all the good times i had with all of you.

    my childhood could have been ordinary and boring, but thanks to all of you, i had the most wonderful memories to keep.

    I was exposed to different adventures and learned from those exciting experiences. i was able to appreciate God’s blessings and His awesome creation.
    i learned to appreciate simple pleasures of life; the sayote and the lukto, and especially the passion fruit i receive every Christmas! Yum…yum!
    The long, steep, and rocky walk from our house to school made me develop strong cardiovascular endurance.hehe
    The limatik (“matek”) every rainy season, the walking stick, and the snail found near the rice fields were unforgettable creatures i met there.

    Well, it’s true that life wasn’t that easy, sometimes we lack food, or finances, but the Lord was faithful in providing for our needs. God used those experiences to mold me, you, and all of us to become better people. As we move on with our lives, let us use these memories to inspire us to do better everyday and trust in Him.

    For He has plans for us, not to harm us, but plans to prosper us and to give us a future. 🙂

  2. hector

    Lucky we grew up with the blessings of the Nature. Experiencing the Nature during childhood makes us humble and for some like you, use it to move further and farther.

  3. Jane Kibla-Lartec

    wow…. it makes me shed tears remembering my place Kibungan,, tears of joy though because I thank God for giving me life and place like my hometown Kibungan.. It’s good to look back.. to our childhood, to our dreams, and to where we have started and rethink of how much we were blessed with those experiences that we can’t forget.. I also mad one true to life story in Filipino. This was published in our book and every time I read it, it makes me cry… Thank God for the gift of life, gift of friendship, gift of knowledge and wisdom.. will share it to you soon.. Thanks insan for this post…

    God bless Kibungan!

    1. Thanks, too, Insan-Manang Jane.
      Yes, it’s good to look back and rethink of how much we are blessed.
      I look forward to reading that life story of yours. During my first year in high school, Mrs. Guznian (my English teacher) told us about you graduating with Latin honors in spite of life situations and humble beginnings. I also remember my mother saying, “Ahh, yan kasingsing yo adi dadi.” Pagak kanan abe sin nemnem ko, mangraduate ak abe ay way award na, yan doy sya met.
      To Him be the glory!

  4. Polis Barrio School a barrio in Kibungan I will always cherish in my heart.I spent 2 years of my childhood in that remoted place where my father was a teacher,I was 6 years old then but the memories are vividly in my mind today…mountains,rivers,green forest,nature in its perfect stature!…i got tired climbing up and down the mountains on weekends to the bus station to go home to kapangan so i stayed with some of papa’s relatives…my rare experiences starts there of which my kids now wont believe my stories if i tell them now…alimatek clinging to my legs,toma in my underwear,koto in my hair,kangew in my sweater…and lots more but believe me,i never complained about it! then we sleep on the school porch watching butattew at night!and…i never say i am hungry if we ate lukto only for the whole day..then got surprises when big boys come to my fathers class wearing wanes only! then my favorite are the shrimps we caught in papa’s gobo..oh so fresh and tasty!then the big boys caught a 14 feet eel! they carried it to school,papa cut it to pieces and dried them on a big rock near the school ground..we brought it home to kapangan..every memeber of my mothers family got a share!it was so big and long!….well,well…today,my experiences in that remoted place,oh by the way,my uncle who was then in America gave me a transistor radio as a gift…it was the first radio ever heard by the folks out there!…they gathered around it as it hanged in our cottage window!! as i was saying…my experiences in that remoted place made me what kind of a person i am now….strong,compassionate and most of all…i keep my feet to the ground,i always look back to that little hardships i had which made me hurdle whatever life will bring…gosh,i miss my father…may he rest in peace ….i am thankful to God for giving the time to be with my father during those times…

    1. Hi, Ms. Thelma.
      I haven’t been to Polis but I heard a stories about it and its people. Perhaps, I can compare some of the instances in some barrios (where I’ve been to) like Dalipey, Batangngan, and other sitios in Tacadang.
      And yes, we just smile when we recall those (ali)matek, toma, koto, etc. Adi abe kaling-an din lukto ay entako kinkinan ya komkomporna ay nigay — nabana-it ya napanaan da tatang en manong ed ginawang. Et sya ay say entako natagoan. 🙂

  5. Jane Kibla-Lartec

    hehehe, aw ya.. God is so good to us.. I am also happy for you my dear insan that you are doing great in your career… Continue inspiring the people and our kailians of our excellent deeds and achievement.. Indeed, HE IS TO BE PRAISED… Let’s continue to dedicate our life in service to humanity…

  6. You should also included the funny memories we had before…..

    One thing I’d remember was,when we went to “SAMDAKAN” part of sitio tamog-o ,to have adventure i think we gathered “OY-OK” and suddenly you were bitten by “ALIMPAPASO”
    and you cried sooooooo
    loud over the hill top ….suddenly
    Lakay BANGA-BANGA
    heard your voice…….and then

    ….. ……

    (to be continue)

    1. Hahahahaha! I like it.
      Thanks.
      I’ll try to write something soon about those funny experiences we had in the wild. Yes, I remember the times we climbed rocks and trees to gather “OY-OK” and some other wild fruits (I’ll recall the names, medyo naling-ak ya. — (to be continued…) — )

  7. Nice posts from what I have read! Nung july pa pala ito… whoa.. buti na lang na post mo sa fb mo yung link… I must have missed it.. Keep coming! I’ll check back here again soon.. you may want to visit my blog too by clicking my link… hope you enjoy! good day everyone..,

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