| LAWAAN FIESTA 2009 |
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Wow, awesome!!!! Thank you so much for sharing with us this once in a lifetime showcase. I wish you could upload more in youtube whenever you have more time. You don't have too, but it's a delight to watch. I hardly recognize anyone there, not a face at all. I didn't see Mr Algario. Thank you loads Mr RAS.
 Maria Anano |
Return to sender,writing to our LGU"s is such a mystery without respond.I wrote to our governor twice with good outcome,the distribution of water pump of Kagulango some aids to constituents,their sanitation assistance and maybe the school construction that is coming up in the near future.I also wrote to our congressman to get his attention about the forgotten infrastructure of San Isidro.just maybe acquire good result later.We all love our native land,otherwise we won't waste our time conversing,some facts to rumors so natural giving us the responsibility to solicit the truth so its up to an individual to decide.Let the law prove such allegations concerning our town an upcoming balita that might take a while.We all desire progress for Samar a long time overdue thirsty,hungry for improvements.This is the facts,maybe we constituents are at fault ignoring the reality to what is happening backdoors.We tend to close our eyes,deafen our ears,fear from arrogant power that might harm our well being,avoiding enemies at hand.Enough is enough,this might cause an irritating react in my side,nevertheless as we can see during our fiesta the result is rewarding,somebody is listening.We cannot live in silence forever at my age,who cares.We all can persuade our LGU's to get busy eliminating the popular ghost employee theories in Samar known to only be present every two weeks or during paydays.Can't find anybody when you needed them.Mga lubas pa it at mga pulis nga sige it karokalakat ha munocepio as I witness during my recent vacation pity they could have done better.I admit,now that I'm fully retired,I have all the time in the world to create ideas which I could have not done earlier.I am guilty too how I ignored and assist improvements in our town.I admire those who has the courage to contribute talents,improvements to our kabugtuans,our ahente de empenios during their time who sacrifice gathering the unemployed,giving us hope for better future.The result,Eastern Samar has the lowest poverty incidence in all 3 provinces producing balikbayans.Their nonstop allertness was passed to their new generation grew a massive improvement of our lives.Salute to Nang Tining Gavan,apoy Matilde Anano,Nanay Macri Inciso,among others for their tireless sacrifices.
Ras,their happiness fullfill our dreams as we fantacies more progress for the years to come for a better Lawaan.Congratulations for witnessing an important event that comes once in a blue moon.I said propaganda,I hate that merry some celebration to end,my frustration contribute the facts missing our fiesta causes sadness,loneliness on well being.
Toma,the last time I saw you possibly at age 7 or 8 years of age.Glad to hear from you.
Ihalas,sorry to hear you missed the fiesta as I did.There's always next time.We value your presence at the San Diego fiesta,barkadas missed you.
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Mana Maria, thanks for being the voice of the poor, I guess Congratulation is in order for being the key with regards to the distribution of the water pump and other aids. Mabuhay po kayo.
With regards to your mystery letter to LGU, crickey I hope I was not the postal delivery man, Return to sender.
 Toma |
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Maria,
I remember your name but I can not put a face to your name. The first time I left Lawa-an was right after DCA. I went to
Cebu city for some schooling. After a year there, I took off for Manila and bumed around for a while. Wound in Olongapo and
hanged out with some of my relatives there for a while.
I ended up back at Lawa-an, then to Davao city with Manong Fred Amon. There I was introduced to the city mayor of
General Santos city. I ended working for the mayor. After a year os so, mom found out what my real job was. She showed
up at the mayor's house where I lived and work. She would not leave unless I came with her. So off we went back to Lawa-an.
On our way back to Lawa-an, she told me that it was time for me to leave. I was puzzled at first, then she made it clear.
Six months later I was in Houston Texas working for a family with two sons as their live in house boy (atsoy).
I work for this family then for another family, I knew then that htis was not for me. One thing lead to another (all good) that
I ended up working for Texas Instruments. There I met my wife Isabel (36 years now) and we have a son who is now 27.
He's back with staying with us while he is going to school (drafting school), working part time for Memorial Hermann Hospital.
This is after he served in the US Navy for four years and now in the US Navy reserves.
I have been gone since and only been back one time in May 5 1986 (or 1987). A year before this, all year long something kept
naging me in my head to come visit mom. Matthew was about six years old that time. A year later to the day, my mom died in
the boat that exploded thirty minutes in to the voyage from Tacloban.
I know I have been away for over forty years and thirty nine of it have been here in the Houston area. I get to see Kuya Boy once
in a while. We are about an hour of car travel from one another. Our schedule are so different from one another that we ahve to
set time to seen one another. When we were still both working for Compaq (now HP), I got to eat lunch with them for it took
me five minutes to get to their house. With Ate Nita's cooking, I ended going back to work with a few pounds in me...he...he..he.
I remeber names but I can not put faces to all of them. I have facial features that reminds me of my mom so I see my mom every
time I look in the mirrorr.
I don't get to talk to folks from Lwa-an that often. When I get home (Lawa-an) sick, I visit this site.
Thanks to the folks that keep this site up and running.
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"Pressure creates diamonds"
Toma
Maria Anano |
Return to Sender,thats the most I could do for now.Meanwhile,we have a large new population that deserve the truth.My mentality theories I derive from hardship the reality of being poor linger,memories from my past drove me incarcerated until lately realizing the importance of voicing out so no one will step on our toes.Our town folks fear the disturbance from the powerful,any annoyance they can't afford,therefore someone has to do the lousy job.
Our local government unit read our blogs which caused my e-mail full once in awhile,something to interest my boring day.I write to anyone of our LGU whoever listen.It helps tremendously to shake the brains of our deaf leaders their hectic schedule sometimes eliminate critical activities as they forget things to do just like us or worst.This has been almost two years of sincere writing including our mag abtic nga senador ha Luzon asking to help our neglected island Samar.Imagine the third largest island in our country consist of natural resources is considered the poorest island in the nation? Something is wrong! Sure its not fair!We the constituents left abandoning our very own Samar to search for a better future when we have our own natural resources which only lack a good leader? Now that Nida is on the move is our pride as a woman that might capture progress in general,hoping she will continue to prosper.
Thanks for responding return to sender.To my delivery man matatapuran.
Maria Anano |
Toma,I used to play buskay with other girls in your neighborhood, me,naughty as ever always on the ran with pico and holahoop.while you live comfortably in the house of Nang Menying.Small world,its hard to recognize me now at my age of 63 life is getting short.Ding,I hate to give up,life is such so precious.I met Nang Menying last 2007 during our Cenesio Gavan celebration at Judge Rebecca's house for the rosary.She still is strong and active,looking younger everytime I see her at least every other year.
Ihalas was my classmate during our elementary schooling,can't remember if you was ahead of us or behind grade levels.Remember Inay Suela,my grandmother auntie ni Nang Menying,can't remember the rest.Ihalas is good in tilitol maybe he knew the connection between the Gavans,Gadichos,the G's srutinized DNA's he,he,he,sorry if you don't know the whole senario of the G's side.Maybe Ihalas might give you a couple hints.An Nanay ni Nang Ansang,patud ni Inay Suela,forgot her name.
All this years,I still remember you as a little boy,I used to pinch your cherry cheeks while you bit my hands angrily,ha,ha,ha.We used to tease you from being skinny,then I heard you grew up to be a handsome mestiso.I ask Nang Menying where you at located in Texas doing well.
Me,my life is an open book,content full of challenges very successful in someway with 5 children,14 grandchildren and 2 great grandchildren,my wealth.Ah,so much to tell,life consist of miracles,who would have believed I will age here in the U.S.?A farmers daughter from Samar like a cinderella story who roam the forest of Kagulango, Kabariwan to Bango my playground.My playmates the snakes,deers,baboydamo and other insects as my toys.Be right back.
Maria Anano |
Toma,I sympathize you by losing the ability to speak our native dialect.When I was in Montana,there was no one around to speak waray,for 4 years english was my main language that caused an enormous impact losing my ability to pronounce waray unless I read a letter from Nanay once in a while.After four years of isolation in Montana,I went to Lawaan for vacation.It was an embarrassment by not able to answer back right away in waray speaking broken waray causing controversial to my neighborhood.They won't understand,somehow after a week or so,my memory switch back to normal speaking waray like the locals.
So much to say,got to ran errands,say hello to the family.
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This might be an old news but for those who doesn’t know yet, we have a new parish priest in our town. It was last month of May wherein the new Bishop of Eastern Samar formally started his reign and he did it in such a way that everyone else directly involve with the church would likewise start a new beginning.
Our new parish priest is Rev.Fr. Canillas and our old friend Fr. Gacho was sent to Llorente. There was a formal ceremony held at the town auditorium that Sunday evening after the fiesta, perhaps the finale of that unforgettable weeklong celebration. It was a pot-luck gathering , plenty of foods and both the celebrants were there. The outgoing priest Fr. Gacho bid farewell in his speech and likewise, Fr. Canillas introduced himself.
As expected, there was a somber atmosphere when Fr.Gacho thanks the folks present for those memorable years of his tenure, with a special mention that being from Lawaan himself, he may not be around most of the time but he’s not permanently gone.
It was obvious that he was fighting tears and trying hard not to cry.
If something good were to come out of this re-shuffling of parish priests, another old friend is back, two towns away. The Rev. Monsignor Japzon is now the parish priest of Giporlos and I’m sure he will be a frequent visitor to the town every now and then.
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It's always a delight to read your post Ms Maria. You're indeed the voice ot the people. Are you considering running for Mayor in the next Election? Just a thought. I guess if you're in position you have the power to help and change the system. Let me know, as I could be your PA or simply one of your PR managers though I don't think you need one as you got a good PR with the masses. Good Luck!!!!
Mr RAS, anymore youtube to watch? Thanks...
Toma |
Maria,
Still can not put a face to your name……..
I am in the same boat with you when it comes to speaking waray-waray. I have no one
to speak with except Kuya Boy. When we visit, Ate Nita speaks tagalong, my wife
Isabel speaks English and Spanish. We all talk in English during our conversations. If
my wife is not with me during the visit we speak tagalong, here I can muddle around
with it.
You ain’t gonna like this. You’re two years older than me and I think Kuya Boy is too.
I remember having fun playing all of the time with my cousins and friends. I remember a
few names and no faces. I remember more the bunch I ran around with in high school.
I remember fishing, spear fishing every chance I got. Apoy Onda was always there to
stop me from going to the water. I would sneak out and got in trouble with her all of
the time. I like being around water until today. Every chance I get today, I much rather
go fishing than do anything else. Today my acquaintances would ask me “what are you
doing this weekend?”. I would always tell them “my wife has not told me yet.
he.he..he.
Today you can still pinch my face (ain’t so rosy anymore) and you’ll get a hug instead
of getting bit.
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"Pressure creates diamonds"
Toma