Barrio
Dita: My First & Only Home- Rodolfo Leyco
What once was a quiet town now has
busy streets of people. My uncle Rodolfo Bartolome Leyco, now sixty-three years
old, still remembers the years he spent as a child in his hometown Dita. Time
changes and with it, so does Dita now consisting over 180, 000 people. Now Uncle
Rudy lives in Los Angeles, California along with his wife, in an apartment they
have lived in since I was an infant. He spends his times these days fishing at a
bayside beach and working hard in a real estate company, but the time for his
retirement comes closer. Uncle Rudy can’t hear as well nor is he as strong as
he used to be. The memories of his town, however, are still crystal clear. He
tells me how living there since birth and moving to a busy city changed his life
from a carefree child to a working adult. Although living in America has made
his life easier for him, he misses his country but most of al his first home.
I was born on March 24, 1945. My home town is Santa Rosa
Barrio, Dita in Laguna Philippines. I live there since birth until I was at the
age of thirty-two. Then came over here in the United States. I work in a beer
manufactory San Miguel beer which is famous that time. It is a very small town
and that time very few people are living in that town. Mostly people whose
living there are farmers which is the main business in that town.
Our local town newspaper called “Santa Rosa Tribune”
circulated only in our town. There
are also newspapers in Tagalog and bicycles where a boy delivers the newspaper.
In store they drop it there and speak “buy the newspaper” which is a cheaper
price than the national newspaper.
A majority like ninety percent of the city community are
Catholics. In the Philippines we are Catholics the same religion and theres
another religion who believes also in Christ. They call it Iglesia de Christo
which means “Church of Christ” and then there’s another one they call
Aglipayans which also believes in Jesus Christ. They are Catholics but their
prayers are in Tagalog. In fiestas we got nine processions. Each barangay
contributing for the town fiesta will have like floats, marching bands, and its
uniforms very colorful. We have it every year and also during the month of May
we have a reyna Elena and a lot of participants. My town is famous for sweets,
candies, and rice cakes. Locally, they call it puto biñang.
We have one dialect spoken. Its Tagalog, but nowadays there
are different people who came from different provinces who speak different
dialects. They migrate because the town is so progressive and they need to find
a job. We have a lot of factories in our place now so there are different people
there who are living like a six dialects. One is Tagalog, Cebuano. That’s
visayan dialog, three is a Ilocano, four Kapampangan, five Bicolanos. Number six
is another kind of Visayan dialect call Ilongos.
My parents are telling me stories about Japanese occupation
in the Philippines. They always said was during that time really life’s so
hard. Everybody’s scared, nervous you don’t trust anybody because the one
whom your talking to might be a spy from the Japanese government. They rape the
women, kill young men, toss babies in the air and catching them with a bayonet
knife. Only those who goes out are old people. They think these people are
harmless so they don’t mind them. My uncle told us about the maltreatment they
were getting from the Japanese and the worse part of it is when they knew they
were losing in this battle what they did was to transport the all prisoners to a
far place. They call it the Death March. Nine days without food and water.
Compared to today I think my town has changed a lot cause
we got a factories like Coca Cola, Kraft Kraft Philippines makers of cheese,
famous cheese. We have Kleenex, Johnson and Johnson Company, American farms and
companies.
I miss when you are born to a place which you grew up. You
gonna miss all childhood places that you went to like rivers which you catch
fish, the rice field that you play when harvest time is over. You miss the
people around, playmates, childhood friends. You miss the food. We don’t have
it over here. We call it lansones, santol. When I was a kid, we go to house to
house and we sing Christmas songs. We are kids and the owner of the house will
open the door and give us some money and after that we to the next house again
we sing and we go back to the same house and the owner will see us again. The
last part of the song is “Thank you, Thank you, Thank you Merry Christmas to
you.” You sing like that and we coming back the following night. We change
clothes again and you know the owner says “I remember you were here last
night.” We’re gonna lie [hahaha].
My specific memories include carabao riding.
Over there you ride in carabao. I used to do kite flying, shooting birds
with a sling shot- its not prohibited that time before- fishing in rivers. We
got black fish, catfish, locally. I remember chickens fighting, taking care of
chickens, pigs, and a lot of things you can do when you were a child because we
don’t have like this McDonalds now, we don’t [hahaha] have Carls Jr. no no.
Working I like it here but life I like it there. My life I
prefer if in my retirement. I’ll still go back in my hometown because big
environment you don’t know them, but you know everybody in your community from
young to old people. You know people who’s new and people who were there for a
long time. When you get out of your house you say hello to everybody because you
know everybody.
Interviewed by Kimberly Martinez