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This site is about the Province of Kalinga, Philippines; the Kalinga people's culture, customs, dances, songs and many more. Read about various interesting stories of the Kalinga people.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Memories of December in Taloctoc
These are the "BER" months once again and Christmas is just two months away!
Celebrating Christmas in the village of Taloctoc had been a unique and wonderful experience.
I will always remember those cold mornings around the hearth, drinking a hot cup of coffee while the firewood crackled happily. Christmas mornings were always cold then. I was 10 years old then and life was going good for me.
After the morning ritual, I and my friends would run off to the woods and prepare our caroling ensembles. We would arm ourselves with bamboo flutes, a bamboo treble, and a drum made up of the carabao’s hide.
In the evenings, we would go from house to house singing our disjointed Christmas songs.”
Merry Christmas to you all.
Merry Christmas to you all.
Dong-dong ay si dong-ilay, Insinali –dumma-ay.
We went all night long doing the rounds of all the houses. There were, more or less, 300 households in that small village, and we visited them all!
The folks were very generous to us. We would go home with our arms full of fruits, candies, rice cakes, sugar cane, and yes, even coffee and mongo beans. It was very rare that a household would not give anything.
But there were funny instances when we sang a naughty lyric to those very few who were lazy to get up, and then we would run as fast as our small feet could carry us.
I still laugh when I remember a friend who got drenched by cold water because he poked a sleeping old man with a stick, in between the bamboo floor slits. Lol… I know now, it was not really funny, but at that time, the audacity of the youth in us, was given free reign.
Some folks became extra generous when they see me with the other kids “Sa anak mistala anna,” (She’s the teacher’s daughter.) My mother was the only female teacher in the nipa school and they respected her a lot.
There were adult choirs too who sang the English, Christmas songs beautifully molded into the native tongue, and their musical instruments were totally a blast. I have never heard since then, something even closely resembling them.
It was like music coming from the heavens.
Taddoks (Kalinga dance) are also conducted in the school's plaza where food, wine and celebrations went on until the wee hours of dawn in the blazing illumination of a bonfire.
From my Kalinga folks and me, I greet you, “Mambayo eh Krismas yo at de umali e December!” (May you have a merry Christmas this coming December )
Celebrating Christmas in the village of Taloctoc had been a unique and wonderful experience.
I will always remember those cold mornings around the hearth, drinking a hot cup of coffee while the firewood crackled happily. Christmas mornings were always cold then. I was 10 years old then and life was going good for me.
After the morning ritual, I and my friends would run off to the woods and prepare our caroling ensembles. We would arm ourselves with bamboo flutes, a bamboo treble, and a drum made up of the carabao’s hide.
In the evenings, we would go from house to house singing our disjointed Christmas songs.”
Merry Christmas to you all.
Merry Christmas to you all.
Dong-dong ay si dong-ilay, Insinali –dumma-ay.
We went all night long doing the rounds of all the houses. There were, more or less, 300 households in that small village, and we visited them all!
The folks were very generous to us. We would go home with our arms full of fruits, candies, rice cakes, sugar cane, and yes, even coffee and mongo beans. It was very rare that a household would not give anything.
But there were funny instances when we sang a naughty lyric to those very few who were lazy to get up, and then we would run as fast as our small feet could carry us.
I still laugh when I remember a friend who got drenched by cold water because he poked a sleeping old man with a stick, in between the bamboo floor slits. Lol… I know now, it was not really funny, but at that time, the audacity of the youth in us, was given free reign.Some folks became extra generous when they see me with the other kids “Sa anak mistala anna,” (She’s the teacher’s daughter.) My mother was the only female teacher in the nipa school and they respected her a lot.
There were adult choirs too who sang the English, Christmas songs beautifully molded into the native tongue, and their musical instruments were totally a blast. I have never heard since then, something even closely resembling them.
It was like music coming from the heavens.
Taddoks (Kalinga dance) are also conducted in the school's plaza where food, wine and celebrations went on until the wee hours of dawn in the blazing illumination of a bonfire.
From my Kalinga folks and me, I greet you, “Mambayo eh Krismas yo at de umali e December!” (May you have a merry Christmas this coming December )
Monday, September 7, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
The Value of Honesty in Taloctoc, Kalinga
One thing that had made its mark in my memory as a young child is the honesty of the Kalinga native.
In our barrio - Taloctoc, houses were never locked. You could wander in and out of anybody's house, if you so desire.
You could leave your personal things anywhere and would still find them untouched when you get back.
Sometimes a child may be curious and "investigate"but he will always leave them where he found them, or report the found item to an elder .
If - apparently - the owner forgot it, then it will be brought to the barrio captain's 
house where the person may claim it.
It was an unwritten code to respect the rights and properties of another person.
There were no documented and notarized papers to that effect (just like what we do now), but everyone respected that "law".
There were very rare occasions when a scalawag nicked an item, but eventually he himself surrenders and would be willing to suffer the consequences.
all Photos by glenmcbethlaw
Friday, July 10, 2009
Harvesting Rice in the Payaos (Ricefields)
Harvesting rice was considered fun for the ordinary Kalinga kid, but for me then, I considered it a harrowing experience because of what happened during my first exposure.
We were all geared up for the "payao" (ricefields); with wide brim hats, long sleeved-clothing and our sharp scythes. We were to harvest rice wheats in two paddies.
The practice was to start the harvest only when you were certain you would be able to finish it; it was believed that any remaining unharvested rice wheat stalks would be ruined because the diety of the fields might become angry with what was perceived as laziness.
So there we were in the ricefield, all lined up as we harvested the rich wheats- one by one, using our razor sharp scythes. It was fun at first but when the sun reached its peak, I could no longer converse with my friend as my lips became parched and dry. My hands too, were already blistered and bleeding because of the sharp rice stalks that had persistently sliced through my palms...and to top these all, leeches were all over the muddy paddies sucking the blood out of me. They were found on the leaves of the wheat and on the mucilaginous mud at my feet. God, they were so lecherous, like hedonists making love; and had only detached themselves when I had scorched their sucking appendages with a smoldering tobacco.
I thought the day would never end, but of course, just like anything else, everything came to pass. We were done alright, but not after I cried several times from fatigue and pain, with all the blisters , sunburn and wounds I had obtained. I had to hide my tears amidst my sweat as I did not want to be called "lazy" by my peers.
From that day onwards, my skin thickened, the sole of my feet keratinized and I became insensitive to the rays of the noon day sun. I slowly adapted to the way of life; from my protected city life to the harsh rural setting.
I would never forget those memorable experiences though as they had made me tougher and a better person.
Photo by purplbutrfly
We were all geared up for the "payao" (ricefields); with wide brim hats, long sleeved-clothing and our sharp scythes. We were to harvest rice wheats in two paddies.
The practice was to start the harvest only when you were certain you would be able to finish it; it was believed that any remaining unharvested rice wheat stalks would be ruined because the diety of the fields might become angry with what was perceived as laziness.
So there we were in the ricefield, all lined up as we harvested the rich wheats- one by one, using our razor sharp scythes. It was fun at first but when the sun reached its peak, I could no longer converse with my friend as my lips became parched and dry. My hands too, were already blistered and bleeding because of the sharp rice stalks that had persistently sliced through my palms...and to top these all, leeches were all over the muddy paddies sucking the blood out of me. They were found on the leaves of the wheat and on the mucilaginous mud at my feet. God, they were so lecherous, like hedonists making love; and had only detached themselves when I had scorched their sucking appendages with a smoldering tobacco.
I thought the day would never end, but of course, just like anything else, everything came to pass. We were done alright, but not after I cried several times from fatigue and pain, with all the blisters , sunburn and wounds I had obtained. I had to hide my tears amidst my sweat as I did not want to be called "lazy" by my peers.
From that day onwards, my skin thickened, the sole of my feet keratinized and I became insensitive to the rays of the noon day sun. I slowly adapted to the way of life; from my protected city life to the harsh rural setting.
I would never forget those memorable experiences though as they had made me tougher and a better person.
Photo by purplbutrfly
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
APO LOMIWAN
My other paternal grandfather was a true blooded Taloctoc native. All that adorned his lean muscular body was a g-string which undulated with his every movement. He was as strong as a bull and sturdy as an oak. At age 70, he still trekked to the kaingin a mountain away from the barrio.
He carried bundles of wood like an agile, young man. During the evenings, we would sit all around the hearth and he would sing to us an "ullalim" (native song) about the legend of the "sleeping beauty" . In the mornings, before the cock has crowed, he would be up and about and already honing his bolo for a day's work in the fields.
When he passed away at age 92, I cried a river; but knowing that he is finally at rest, made me feel better . My wonderful memories of him will never fade away and will remain treasured in my heart .
APO LOMIWAN, we love you, and wherever you are, we know you're in good hands and that you are happy. Till we meet again!
Sunday, April 19, 2009
SOME COMMON TALOCTOC SENTENCES
The Taloctoc dialect has a certain accent that is specific for only Taloctoc natives. The letter "T" is most often pronounced as "K"; the letter "D" is most often pronounced as a cross between "T" and "D" (a heavy "TH" sound).
English to Taloctoc
1. What is your name? Umma ngadan no?
2. Where do you live? Umma ili yo?
3. Please come here. Umali kaod atna.
4. I love you. Laydok sika
5. Where are you going? Umma ayam?
6. Look at this! Ilam kad de anna.
7. Go ahead! Ingkayon ot.
8. What do you see? Umma ma-ilam?
9. You lied! nantul-li ka.
10. You are beautiful. Mambalo(l here is pronounced as y)ka.
11. Why have you done this to me? Pamman kingwa kansakon de katnat?
12. Take care. Ammam pay.
13. Where are you right now? Umma igom sinsana?
14. Wait, please. Unniyan ot.
15. I hope you are doing well. Mambalo ka ot yan.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Thank You to my Top EC Droppers for March
I would like to thank all those who dropped by this blog, especially my top droppers. Cheers and happy blogging!
AND I NOW ANNOUNCE THE WINNER FOR THE PREVIOUS CONTEST - ZORLONE. I'VE SENT YOUR EC CREDITS ALREADY. FOR THOSE WHO DID NOT WIN , 100 EC CREDITS WERE SENT FOR YOUR PARTICIPATION. THANKS.
| Dropper | # of drops |
|---|---|
| The Esoterical Journey | 20 |
| Good Life Review | 20 |
| Happy Steps travel blog | 16 |
| My Opinion Counts | 15 |
| Lagawan | 14 |
| Make Money Online Info Center | 14 |
| Mrs. Mecomber's Scrapbook | 13 |
| Online Money Intelligence | 13 |
| Zataki | 12 |
| New York Renovator | 12 |
AND I NOW ANNOUNCE THE WINNER FOR THE PREVIOUS CONTEST - ZORLONE. I'VE SENT YOUR EC CREDITS ALREADY. FOR THOSE WHO DID NOT WIN , 100 EC CREDITS WERE SENT FOR YOUR PARTICIPATION. THANKS.
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