tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43441397893831607892024-03-19T10:01:46.190+10:00palericpalerichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018059430051734875noreply@blogger.comBlogger2225125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344139789383160789.post-44914756246109090062024-03-19T10:01:00.000+10:002024-03-19T10:01:14.083+10:00FORGOTTEN SHIBATA<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOfpNnAWzLuTUw7K-k1JNDq_PLEioAn3tWZk6aHZy-n0SneHn4rv40CJyJmihQWFzYdzThYC2yVsuZb2seAY2BJ-4jykcc3cYYHaYvkjLgXg0XLPUP89BFBGaHTCsoMnc1LWXwgV2s75TLNy5kg5oEhnArLCAyu7UHbEYSsyrSdprXZvIX6aOFIb1wTA/s493/420202692_7631264226904835_1973997946520682183_n%20(1).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="493" data-original-width="317" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOfpNnAWzLuTUw7K-k1JNDq_PLEioAn3tWZk6aHZy-n0SneHn4rv40CJyJmihQWFzYdzThYC2yVsuZb2seAY2BJ-4jykcc3cYYHaYvkjLgXg0XLPUP89BFBGaHTCsoMnc1LWXwgV2s75TLNy5kg5oEhnArLCAyu7UHbEYSsyrSdprXZvIX6aOFIb1wTA/w258-h400/420202692_7631264226904835_1973997946520682183_n%20(1).jpg" width="258" /></a></div><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><b>TETSUO SHIBATA MEMORIAL</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">No; the above Japanese marker is not in Japan. It was in Pigo' Catholic Cemetery in Guam.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It belonged to a Japanese resident of Guam who is so forgotten that his name does not appear in a list of Japanese settlers on Guam compiled by third-generation Japanese descendants on Guam.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">But there's an understandable reason for this.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The man, José (Tetsuo) Shibata left no descendants on Guam after he died very, very early under American rule. He does not appear in the 1920 Guam Census or thereafter, and court documents mention him only up to 1912.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>ONE OF THE FIRST JAPANESE</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEvZUqi1V1Sq8h7qIYMU0fRLzlnEexou6p-n__CBIQwwkZuR0vXIuYKKAB_GoCxSWDR8BHtQPDJqmBTS2NNrC289xU_NqqxMTzSKMyvDBKhT88ZwBbm0bTrp5kR75KuCChf8uN6qeyjALTdgrrC64z-vgZDBXGJ2Kx5VOVhnjgyU31ceArGJBdsXqT6g/s1240/Hiki%20Trading%20Co.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="949" data-original-width="1240" height="306" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEvZUqi1V1Sq8h7qIYMU0fRLzlnEexou6p-n__CBIQwwkZuR0vXIuYKKAB_GoCxSWDR8BHtQPDJqmBTS2NNrC289xU_NqqxMTzSKMyvDBKhT88ZwBbm0bTrp5kR75KuCChf8uN6qeyjALTdgrrC64z-vgZDBXGJ2Kx5VOVhnjgyU31ceArGJBdsXqT6g/w400-h306/Hiki%20Trading%20Co.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>HIKI STORE IN HAGÅTÑA IN EARLY 1900s</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Shibata is already on Guam by 1900. That's only two years after the United States took possession of Guam and only one year after the Americans sent an actual Governor for the island. He was on Guam ahead of many other Japanese who came a little later.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">In 1900, he is employed as an agent of the <b>HIKI TRADING COMPANY</b>, a Japanese business that set up a store on Guam. Japanese and other good were to be sold; and the Japanese were also interested in buying Guam-produced copra (dried coconut meat).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Court documents show that Shibata was a native of Shimabara, a small city close to Nagasaki. His father was Daichiro and his mother was Taki.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">On Guam he married a Chamorro woman from a prestigious clan. The Herreros were the descendants of a former Spanish Governor of the Marianas, José Ganga Herrero. Vicenta Cruz Herrero was the governor's granddaughter. She had first married a man with the last name Rosendo, but he had died by the time Vicenta met Shibata.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Shibata was baptized a Roman Catholic in the Hagåtña Church in order to marry Vicenta. He took for his Christian name José María.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">He was born around 1873, so he was in his late 20s when he came to Guam. Vicenta, however, was older, being born in the 1860s. She being in her 40s, perhaps she wasn't able to conceive and thus no children were born to them.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>BUSY BUSINESSMAN</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgnuBHGyCX_n3DSlHFIzYNpjHQCY-Fj_MOZv6ptzegyHDbiQgF8I7jf7H3pr7lMlgtMW1qDr-XWDbT3yFyyJu43CPR8Bcaa-tgPgO_q5pjbRhAyEz9sQ-llUpzQxMSBOpg3nzIDBojXrycAWyD8v1ta_hORiW-Zp9ymfbBHhnhCPF0lblBzQHrJPdtJA/s225/images%20(9).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgnuBHGyCX_n3DSlHFIzYNpjHQCY-Fj_MOZv6ptzegyHDbiQgF8I7jf7H3pr7lMlgtMW1qDr-XWDbT3yFyyJu43CPR8Bcaa-tgPgO_q5pjbRhAyEz9sQ-llUpzQxMSBOpg3nzIDBojXrycAWyD8v1ta_hORiW-Zp9ymfbBHhnhCPF0lblBzQHrJPdtJA/w320-h320/images%20(9).png" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">One thing is for sure and that was Shibata was a busy businessman. His constant movement in business brought him to court many times, and thus we have documented evidence of his activities.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Evidently he parted ways with the Hiki Company and went into business for himself.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">In his short time on earth, dying sometime in the 1910s, Shibata ran a STORE, a SALOON or bar, and even an eatery which he called the SUNRISE CAFE.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">He was frequently in court trying to recover his money from people who owed him.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Alas, he lived too short and left no children, leaving us only the memory of him in court documents and in one photograph of Pigo' Cemetery which just happens to include his grave marker.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBtFUUMDWnLEx_X5k0GX6xCnS9rWuTlilIKn3A-9gzn9a_vNxMJ2Objqa13co1YcVWVT-y_Uqv6tNDbaCZi1YdlL-3alR0wJwJX0H0gj2mcC4r5h6z_Sss-HYqxW946kjOxmOA2c3PS2eB8JOuTY1eMPAYACwt8cl6tRpzf1EbTaMJHN9kDkk7wwOmBg/s3264/Shibata%20(1).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3030" data-original-width="3264" height="371" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBtFUUMDWnLEx_X5k0GX6xCnS9rWuTlilIKn3A-9gzn9a_vNxMJ2Objqa13co1YcVWVT-y_Uqv6tNDbaCZi1YdlL-3alR0wJwJX0H0gj2mcC4r5h6z_Sss-HYqxW946kjOxmOA2c3PS2eB8JOuTY1eMPAYACwt8cl6tRpzf1EbTaMJHN9kDkk7wwOmBg/w400-h371/Shibata%20(1).jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>palerichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018059430051734875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344139789383160789.post-36758996151492262292024-03-12T09:19:00.002+10:002024-03-12T09:54:57.998+10:00LENTEN HYMN : MAILA' GEF MAÑOTSOT<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Ov5j47O67BGCmQ3oLHYFeVVr4Az38kx9V1UJShn6z3hafR_yQTKUE3elGLwTMkh-BcpqTW6zjy1JHexmnuInq9loqkP7Na2YQrmWxbQVHU2g6AECL7ll-yyvp3nHBCDIrk-6Aqyc3zCPpNptsPnlfPjXXRgKAljPFEQ-8ReEVz6mnuqvYwkut7XiJA/s192/guam-people-of-umatic-jacques-arago.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="192" data-original-width="141" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Ov5j47O67BGCmQ3oLHYFeVVr4Az38kx9V1UJShn6z3hafR_yQTKUE3elGLwTMkh-BcpqTW6zjy1JHexmnuInq9loqkP7Na2YQrmWxbQVHU2g6AECL7ll-yyvp3nHBCDIrk-6Aqyc3zCPpNptsPnlfPjXXRgKAljPFEQ-8ReEVz6mnuqvYwkut7XiJA/w294-h400/guam-people-of-umatic-jacques-arago.jpg" width="294" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">In Santa Rita they sing a Lenten hymn that is in the <b>Lepblon</b> <b>Kånta</b> (Chamorro hymn book for all of Guam from before the war) but which I have never heard sung anywhere else.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It is called <b>MAILA' GEF MAÑOTSOT</b> and it is based on the Spanish Lenten hymn <b>VEN A PENITENCIA </b>(Come to Penance).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/3vPvaAz7_bs" width="320" youtube-src-id="3vPvaAz7_bs"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>LYRICS</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Maila' gef mañotsot gi guma'yu'us / maila' as Tatå-mo guine as Jesus.</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">(Come, truly repentant, to church / come to your Father here who is Jesus.)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Gutos i kadena / ni i geddede-mo / ya un ta'lo mågi gi inisague-mo;</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>(Break the chains / of your bondage / and come here again to the one you have offended;)</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>mampos i isao-mo / gi me'nan Yu'us.</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>(your sins overflow / before God.)</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Hokkok i minaolek / i ginefli'e'-ña / hokkok i mineggai / i mina'ase'-ña;</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>(To the limit is the goodness / of His love / and the abundance / of His mercy;)</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>maila' as Tatå-mo / guiya si Jesus.</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>(come to your Father / He who is Jesus.)</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Asaina hu tungo' / i tinailaye-ko / na hu isague hao / ni i minaolek-ho;</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>(Lord I know / my evil / that I have sinned against you / who are my good;)</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>gai ase' nu guåho / Asaina Yu'us.</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">(<i>have mercy on me / Lord God</i>.)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>COMPARE WITH THE SPANISH ORIGINAL</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The Spanish starts this way with the refrain :</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Ven a penitencia, ya no peques más; ven a penitencia y te salvarás.</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Come to penance, and sin no more; come to penance, and you will save yourself.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;">So whoever translated the Spanish into the Chamorro version strayed a bit from the Spanish original in order to rhyme in Chamorro (Guma'yu'us / Jesus) and to keep within the number of notes.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">But the next verse stays a bit closer to the Spanish original :</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Rompe la cadena, que te tiene atado; ¡ay! que es grande pena ver a Dios airado;</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>llora tu pecado y te librarás</b>.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Break the chain which has you tied; oh what a great sorrow to see God angry;</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>weep over your sins and you will free yourself.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>SOME GRAMMAR NOTES</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">1) Usually, the definite article "i" (the) would change <b>guma'yu'us</b> to<b> gima'yu'us</b>, but the song doesn't follow that rule for some reason, even though it does in <b>godde</b> (tie) which becomes "<b>i geddede-mo</b>."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">2) People think <b>hokkok</b> means "finished, exhausted, used up." But it really means "the ultimate point or limit." When all the food is finished, depleted, used up, it has reached its final or ultimate limit. God is <b>tai hinekkok</b>, without limit. But our mañaina used to say things like, "Hokkok i minagof-ho!" or "Hokkok i piniti-ho!" not to express that they no longer had joy or sorrow but that their joy or sorrow has reached its ultimate point or limit; that they had so much joy (or sorrow) that they couldn't be any fuller of it.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>palerichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018059430051734875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344139789383160789.post-27391798961728702362024-03-05T08:28:00.005+10:002024-03-08T09:02:30.872+10:00THE STORY OF SISTER ANTONIETA<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibgSDst7keDb6122TFFV2AZ9oK-NPwm9mqThRa9w4CWLMxBmNRqwlLylyZnx8Bhh3_-384vtotz6ycK1sgkhhp2CXs7p3oK_UY48rRzr1x3pV7Jhvb9WLX1kbHOJsF41TOM5SwCDL4rhE/s2048/Sr+Antonieta+Ada.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1402" data-original-width="2048" height="274" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibgSDst7keDb6122TFFV2AZ9oK-NPwm9mqThRa9w4CWLMxBmNRqwlLylyZnx8Bhh3_-384vtotz6ycK1sgkhhp2CXs7p3oK_UY48rRzr1x3pV7Jhvb9WLX1kbHOJsF41TOM5SwCDL4rhE/w400-h274/Sr+Antonieta+Ada.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>SISTER ANTONIETA ADA</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Her last name was Ada, but she didn't have a drop of Chamorro blood in her.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">But it didn't matter. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The end of war in Saipan in 1944 would give this orphaned Japanese girl a new name and a new identity. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">This Japanese girl, 10 years old, would become Chamorro, a Catholic and a Mercedarian Sister.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Later in life, she would recover much of her Japanese roots.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Kimiko Nishikawa was born in Saipan on April 24, 1934, the daughter of a Japanese couple that had moved to Saipan under Japanese rule, like thousands of other Japanese had done. Kimiko was one of six children born to her parents. Her father Tsunetaro was a reserve officer in the Imperial Japanese Army, but before the war broke out he was in the tapioca business on Saipan.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">In 1944, when Kimiko was only 10 years old, her parents and all her siblings except her oldest brother, Taiichi, died in the battle between the Japanese and American forces. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">An American Marine officer, Lieutenant James Albert Granier, came across Kimiko, bereft of her parents, in what the Americans called Death Valley, the scene of horrific fighting on Saipan's eastern side, in what is properly called Papago.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">When Kimiko's mother was hit by American machine gun fire, Kimiko panicked and ran off, believing her mother to be dead Eventually she got separated from her mother, wounded but not yet dead, but then met up with her brother and other Japanese. They surrendered to the Americans and were taken to Camp Susupe, where they were reunited with their wounded mother, but not for long. Her mother eventually died from her wounds at the camp.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRuZ7g0NuhVuFHd6ftso04ikawxASCO7DQFglgustoSKlVaJ5CTXJtprzgYxZ5Mkf_6o1VHy0kxbwukwCJrbjBogWrWqEPs11U0fWU6JUOS4o3wC4zZd_rCt08PcA835bPI4Lw6iPowcw/s564/James+Granier.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="564" data-original-width="393" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRuZ7g0NuhVuFHd6ftso04ikawxASCO7DQFglgustoSKlVaJ5CTXJtprzgYxZ5Mkf_6o1VHy0kxbwukwCJrbjBogWrWqEPs11U0fWU6JUOS4o3wC4zZd_rCt08PcA835bPI4Lw6iPowcw/w279-h400/James+Granier.jpg" width="279" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>MARINE LT. JAMES GRANIER</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Granier was Catholic and became friendly with Saipan's priest, the Spanish Father José Tardío. Granier collected money from fellow American soldiers and put them in a sock to give to the priest to help rebuild Garapan's bombed-out church.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Father Tighe was another Catholic priest who knew Kimiko, the future Antonieta. He was a military chaplain who took to heart the dire situation of the Catholics of Saipan, including the Mercedarian Sisters. He was instrumental in bringing the Mercedarians to work in the United States.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfJBLRHQlAZwD3we_T5fBbG8KLEn9wCpRgcUeqWLC4AdQN3s3rSaxWaEaQMBCm7ZrLtRyfTMH3XP3sQLc_ROtUTG3FnJ4VbI9OlOUncp9xWynRyD7CAKdITY_0qvLgifl6EeocDEOb9JvtbkylqrnB86uV_PGlLydxfclp7GmehI3WMHVvvownkV7-Cg/s758/Fr.%20%20Tighe%20&%20Antonieta.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="758" data-original-width="474" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfJBLRHQlAZwD3we_T5fBbG8KLEn9wCpRgcUeqWLC4AdQN3s3rSaxWaEaQMBCm7ZrLtRyfTMH3XP3sQLc_ROtUTG3FnJ4VbI9OlOUncp9xWynRyD7CAKdITY_0qvLgifl6EeocDEOb9JvtbkylqrnB86uV_PGlLydxfclp7GmehI3WMHVvvownkV7-Cg/w250-h400/Fr.%20%20Tighe%20&%20Antonieta.jpg" width="250" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>ANTONIETA WITH FATHER TIGHE</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>not long after surviving the Battle of Saipan</i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">But Granier also had one concern. What would become of Kimiko? Father Tardío told him she would be cared for by a Chamorro family. Father Tardío baptized Kimiko, and Granier was present, as proud as can be. Her Christian name was Antonieta, named after Granier's mother Antonietta. A few days later, James Granier was killed in the Battle of Tinian.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>THE ADAS</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYu0rbhJQg6xQ5vZliDrSzFCMN8N-XiQyUnGWRY9mFdPS2wT2wktpeRJRnLiNh346WsAuWX86sML8fDTAbKvJouQrdtT3_EtdMcWaiS6II1CHbhwPO1Xu4_gE9BarUoHbtXxmMjdBGSgyZ1w-9YjXGkn62Tj1Wnomus3gG7p0y4lEAPr6dgbKGLolXIw/s1276/As%20a%20young%20woman%20with%20Ada%20Chamorro%20family.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1046" data-original-width="1276" height="328" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYu0rbhJQg6xQ5vZliDrSzFCMN8N-XiQyUnGWRY9mFdPS2wT2wktpeRJRnLiNh346WsAuWX86sML8fDTAbKvJouQrdtT3_EtdMcWaiS6II1CHbhwPO1Xu4_gE9BarUoHbtXxmMjdBGSgyZ1w-9YjXGkn62Tj1Wnomus3gG7p0y4lEAPr6dgbKGLolXIw/w400-h328/As%20a%20young%20woman%20with%20Ada%20Chamorro%20family.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>ANTONIETA IN THE MIDDLE<br />with her adoptive family</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>on the right Juan Martínez Ada and wife Ana seated</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>an aunt on the left</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Juan Martínez Ada was one of Saipan's most prominent men. Born on Guam, he was raised on Saipan as a child when his parents moved there. Brought up under the Spanish and German flags, conversant in both languages besides Chamorro, Japanese and English, he emerged after the war as a Chamorro leader the Americans could rely on. Ada became a post-war mayor of Saipan.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">He had also been friends with Tsunetaro, Antonieta's (Kimiko's) father. Ada had lost two children in their youth and took a liking to Kimiko, then just 2 or 3 years old. The Nishikawas allowed Kimiko to spend much time with the Adas. It got to the point that Kimiko wasn't sure who her parents were; the Japanese or the Chamorro ones. She even began to wonder who was this Japanese man, her father, who would periodically visit her and give her sweets.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">But when Kimiko became of school age, she had to reconnect with her Japanese parents because Kimiko had to go to the school set up for Japanese children, and not go to the school for Chamorro children. So, Kimiko would live with her Japanese parents when school was in session, and during vacation time Kimiko would be with the Adas. "In school I was Japanese," she said. "After school I was Chamorro."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It wasn't all pleasant for her at Japanese school, as her fellow Japanese classmates considered her less than Japanese, calling her <i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">toming</span></i>, a Japanese word literally meaning "island person." It was meant as a put-down, and the term was applied to all islanders, whether Chamorro, Carolinian, Chuukese, Palauan and the rest.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">After the Americans took over Saipan, Ada came to Camp Susupe and found Kimiko's dying mother. She told Ada that Kimiko was still in the jungle and for Ada to take her, as she was his "daughter." When Kimiko's mother died in the camp, Ada came and took Kimiko to be raised as his own daughter. Kimiko's brother was forbidden by Japanese law to be adopted by Ada. Only Japanese girls could be so adopted by non-Japanese, but Japanese boys could not, according to Japanese law. Her brother was sent to Japan with all the other Japanese war refugees.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Kimiko, now named Antonieta, settled in with Juan and his wife Ana Crisóstomo Cepeda, and took their last name. She now spoke only Chamorro (and later began to learn English), and her grasp of Japanese weakened to the point of forgetting most of it.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirKbMDWXGnltrgiqkuaHF1n6vCb7ta6wfSjH5bRg2JNydz8EKO7BIWt1azKh7_PgEgNyIn3pylZlY9XqIaP4WbYKbsj0ho1r6EPIU7eRotsPbgtlzKLqeOWgMAsJ5wXfthWl_uAtCoQ1U/s400/Camp+Susupe+Japanese.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="308" data-original-width="400" height="308" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirKbMDWXGnltrgiqkuaHF1n6vCb7ta6wfSjH5bRg2JNydz8EKO7BIWt1azKh7_PgEgNyIn3pylZlY9XqIaP4WbYKbsj0ho1r6EPIU7eRotsPbgtlzKLqeOWgMAsJ5wXfthWl_uAtCoQ1U/w400-h308/Camp+Susupe+Japanese.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>AMERICAN GI WITH JAPANESE CHILD</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Camp Susupe, Saipan</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMcNv1MqE-nIn6HqFq5ppfN42SKx9UlK_1cCVvNON7G_6aDvNS9YELGK9K_ih2ZgxVVo8BH2x48X0jaxVHgcaS6Hkj9i1PecA0vAl7ZU74pFEpTRU_aIT-ANEPgY17l9GrstP5s9nRtxPnRITbcbJAUPPFtz7r1efTjslc0vVpilj0ETdQ7eTlzOY_AA/s375/Collage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="375" data-original-width="366" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMcNv1MqE-nIn6HqFq5ppfN42SKx9UlK_1cCVvNON7G_6aDvNS9YELGK9K_ih2ZgxVVo8BH2x48X0jaxVHgcaS6Hkj9i1PecA0vAl7ZU74pFEpTRU_aIT-ANEPgY17l9GrstP5s9nRtxPnRITbcbJAUPPFtz7r1efTjslc0vVpilj0ETdQ7eTlzOY_AA/s320/Collage.jpg" width="312" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>SHE BECOMES A MERCEDARIAN SISTER</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;">In 1963, Antonieta entered the Mercedarian Missionaries of Berriz, a Spanish community of missionary sisters who came to Saipan in 1928. She had been attracted to the life of the Sisters since her teens and wanted to join, but her mother Ana opposed it. "Wait until I die," Ana kept telling Antonieta. The Adas had no children living except for Antonieta, and in Chamorro culture it was the daughters, more than the sons, who took care of the elderly parents, especially the mother, in their daily needs. But time was ticking, and one can become too old to be accepted into the convent, so at age 29 Antonieta joined the Mercedarians.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Prior to joining the Sisters, Antonieta had experience in the working world, being a secretary for some official. She had pursued some studies and had traveled. She kept in touch with her Ada relatives on Guam, siblings of her father who had decided to return and do business on Guam. A close relative was a priest on Guam, Monsignor José Ada León Guerrero, son of her father Juan's sister.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">After being accepted by the Sisters, she was sent to the Mercedarian house in Kansas City, Missouri and continued her education. She then returned to teach in Saipan "to give back" to her island community, as she said. She also worked in Palau and the Philippines.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">She often had asked God before, "Of all the Nishikawa children (to survive), why me?" Perhaps she found her answer in her religious calling to serve the Church and the people.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Before she entered the convent, Antonieta took advantage of an American merchant ship going from Saipan to Japan. She, and a number of Saipanese, sailed in the ship to Japan, where Antonieta met her brother for the first time since the war. He could not speak English, and she had forgotten her Japanese.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>RECLAIMING HER JAPANESE ROOTS</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">In 1977, Sister Antonieta began an eleven-year residence in Japan, where she re-learned Japanese and worked as a missionary sister. For the first two years in Japan, she studied Japanese. Then she did missionary work. She and her older brother would visit each other at least once a year.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">But her Saipan roots were much deeper and she returned to her homeland in 1988, and began teaching Japanese at Mount Carmel School in Chalan Kanoa and at Marianas High School in Susupe.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>HEALING FROM TRAUMA</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Words fail to express the trauma Sister Antonieta experienced through life. The complications of living in two worlds as a child; a Japanese world and a Chamorro one. Her body subjected to the explosion of bombs and the whizzing of bullets, all the while hiding in caves and under trees in the jungle, with little to no food or water, with the smell and sight of death all around her; the loss of her parents and all her siblings save one, her own life at risk. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It's no surprise that at first she hated the Americans, but not for long. The hatred went away but she had no desire to interact with them. In time, especially when she found a job in an island government office with American supervisors, she learned to be comfortable around Americans.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">She credited her healing from all these emotional wounds to the total and unconditional love of Juan and Ana Ada. They gave her all they could, especially their faith in God. Sister said, "We do not know the things God has planned for us, but they all work out for our good."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Sister Antonieta passed away on Saipan in 2016. <i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">U såga gi minahgong</span></i>. Rest in peace.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1WoQBZhIANN0cLqD6CjY8n7-Yop-zYoAJoNu2xQvmGO2APu19inSy-tjrUxVNF6IymCiX1AyeUEx6lyjrUYBWnfIIWulOhyphenhyphenn-8J71X2PwJLm_S8eq_hQvsWvplkouJc_0wsgNUHsov8M2ccX-tidAUPo3GNtxNiF11AzXZ_NYVB61z4gwcggduVUwwg/s1708/429103746_1116718046338083_4495591492026603685_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1124" data-original-width="1708" height="264" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1WoQBZhIANN0cLqD6CjY8n7-Yop-zYoAJoNu2xQvmGO2APu19inSy-tjrUxVNF6IymCiX1AyeUEx6lyjrUYBWnfIIWulOhyphenhyphenn-8J71X2PwJLm_S8eq_hQvsWvplkouJc_0wsgNUHsov8M2ccX-tidAUPo3GNtxNiF11AzXZ_NYVB61z4gwcggduVUwwg/w400-h264/429103746_1116718046338083_4495591492026603685_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">THANKS to Sister MaryAnn Hartmann of the Mercedarian Sisters in Saipan for many of the photos in this article.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>VERSIÓN ESPAÑOLA</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal"><b>LA HISTORIA DE SOR ANTONIETA ADA, MMB<o:p></o:p></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Su apellido era Ada, pero no tenía ni una gota de sangre
chamorra.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Pero no importó.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">El fin de la guerra en Saipán en 1944 le daría a esta niña
japonesa huérfana un nuevo nombre y una nueva identidad.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Esta niña japonesa, de 10 años, se convertiría en chamorra,
católica y Hermana Mercedaria.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Más adelante en la vida recuperaría gran parte de sus raíces
japonesas.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Kimiko Nishikawa nació en Saipán el 24 de abril de 1934,
hija de una pareja japonesa que se había mudado a Saipán bajo el dominio
japonés, como lo habían hecho miles de otros japoneses. Kimiko fue una de los
seis hijos de sus padres. Su padre Tsunetaro era un oficial de reserva en el
ejército imperial japonés, pero antes de que estallara la guerra estaba en el
negocio de la tapioca en Saipán.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">En 1944, cuando Kimiko tenía sólo 10 años, sus padres y
todos sus hermanos, excepto su hermano mayor, Taiichi, murieron en la batalla
entre las fuerzas japonesas y estadounidenses.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Un oficial de los Marines estadounidenses, el teniente James
Albert Granier, se encontró con Kimiko, privada de sus padres, en lo que los
estadounidenses llamaban el Valle de la Muerte, escenario de horribles combates
en el lado oriental de Saipán, en lo que propiamente se llama Pápago.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Cuando la madre de Kimiko fue alcanzada por fuego de
ametralladora estadounidense, Kimiko entró en pánico y salió corriendo,
creyendo que su madre estaba muerta. Finalmente se separó de su madre, herida
pero aún no muerta, pero luego se encontró con su hermano y otros japoneses. Se
rindieron a los estadounidenses y fueron llevados al Campamento Susupe, donde
se reunieron con su madre herida, pero no por mucho tiempo. Su madre finalmente
murió a causa de sus heridas en el campo.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Granier era católico y se hizo amigo del sacerdote de
Saipán, el cura español José Tardío. Granier recaudó dinero de sus compañeros
soldados estadounidenses y los puso en un calcetín para dárselo al sacerdote
para ayudar a reconstruir la iglesia bombardeada de Gárapan.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">El Padre Tighe fue otro sacerdote católico que conoció a
Kimiko, la futura Antonieta. Era un capellán militar que tomó en serio la
terrible situación de los católicos de Saipán, incluidas las Hermanas
Mercedarias. Tuvo un papel decisivo para que las Mercedarias trabajaran en los
Estados Unidos.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Pero Granier también tenía una preocupación. ¿Qué sería de
Kimiko? El Padre Tardío le dijo que la cuidaría una familia chamorra. El Padre
Tardío bautizó a Kimiko y Granier estuvo presente, muy orgulloso. Su nombre de
pila era Antonieta, en honor a la madre de Granier, Antonietta. Unos días más
tarde, James Granier murió en la batalla de Tinián.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Juan Martínez Ada fue uno de los hombres más destacados de
Saipán. Nacido en Guam, se crió en Saipán cuando era niño cuando sus padres se
mudaron allí. Criado bajo las banderas española y alemana, versado en ambos
idiomas además del chamorro, el japonés y el inglés, emergió después de la
guerra como un líder chamorro en el que los estadounidenses podían confiar. Ada
se convirtió en alcalde de Saipán en la posguerra.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">También había sido amigo de Tsunetaro, el padre de Antonieta
(Kimiko). Ada había perdido a dos hijos en su juventud y le tomó cariño a
Kimiko, que entonces tenía solo 2 o 3 años. Los Nishikawa le permitieron a
Kimiko pasar mucho tiempo con los Ada. Llegó al punto en que Kimiko no estaba
segura de quiénes eran sus padres; los japoneses o los chamorros. Incluso
empezó a preguntarse quién era ese japonés, su padre, que periódicamente la
visitaba y le regalaba dulces.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Pero cuando Kimiko llegó a la edad escolar, tuvo que volver
a conectarse con sus padres japoneses porque Kimiko tenía que ir a la escuela
creada para niños japoneses y no a la escuela para niños chamorros. Entonces,
Kimiko viviría con sus padres japoneses cuando la escuela estuviera en sesión,
y durante las vacaciones Kimiko estaría con los Ada. "En la escuela yo era
japonesa", dijo. "Después de la escuela yo era chamorra".</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">No todo fue agradable para ella en la escuela japonesa, ya
que sus compañeros japoneses la consideraban menos que japonesa y la llamaban “toming,”
una palabra japonesa que literalmente significa "persona de la isla".
Tenía la intención de despreciar y el término se aplicó a todos los isleños, ya
fueran chamorros, carolinos, chuukeses, palauanos y el resto.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Después de que los estadounidenses se apoderaron de Saipán,
Ada llegó al Campamento Susupe y encontró a la madre moribunda de Kimiko. Ella
le dijo a Ada que Kimiko todavía estaba en la selva y que Ada la llevaría, ya
que era su "hija". Cuando la madre de Kimiko murió en el campo, Ada
vino y se llevó a Kimiko para que la criara como su propia hija. La ley
japonesa prohibía que Ada adoptara al hermano de Kimiko. Sólo las niñas japonesas
podían ser adoptadas por no japoneses, pero los niños japoneses no, según la
ley japonesa. Su hermano fue enviado a Japón con todos los demás refugiados de
guerra japoneses.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Kimiko, ahora llamada Antonieta, se instaló con Juan y su
esposa Ana Crisóstomo Cepeda, y tomó su apellido. Ahora sólo hablaba chamorro
(y más tarde comenzó a aprender inglés), y su comprensión del japonés se
debilitó hasta el punto de olvidar la mayor parte.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">En 1963, Antonieta ingresó a las Misioneras Mercedarias de Bérriz,
una comunidad española de hermanas misioneras que llegó a Saipán en 1928. Se
había sentido atraída por la vida de las Hermanas desde su adolescencia y
quería unirse, pero su madre Ana se opuso. "Espera hasta que me
muera", le decía Ana a Antonieta. Los Ada no tenían hijos vivos excepto
Antonieta, y en la cultura chamorra eran las hijas, más que los hijos, quienes
cuidaban de los padres ancianos, especialmente de la madre, en sus necesidades diarias.
Pero el tiempo corría y uno puede llegar a ser demasiado viejo para ser
aceptado en el convento, por lo que a los 29 años Antonieta se unió a las
Mercedarias.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Antes de incorporarse a las Hermanas, Antonieta tuvo
experiencia en el mundo laboral, siendo secretaria de algún funcionario. Había
realizado algunos estudios y había viajado. Se mantuvo en contacto con sus
parientes Ada en Guam, hermanos de su padre que habían decidido regresar y
hacer negocios en Guam. Un pariente cercano era un sacerdote en Guam, Monseñor
José Ada León Guerrero, hijo de la hermana de su padre Juan.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Después de ser aceptada por las Hermanas, fue enviada a la
casa Mercedaria en Kansas City, Missouri y continuó su educación. Luego regresó
a Saipán para enseñar "para retribuir" a su comunidad isleña, como
ella dijo. También trabajó en Palau y Filipinas.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">A menudo le había preguntado a Dios: "De todos los
niños Nishikawa (que sobrevivieron), ¿por qué yo?". Quizás encontró su
respuesta en su vocación religiosa de servir a la Iglesia y al pueblo.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Antes de ingresar al convento, Antonieta aprovechó un barco
mercante estadounidense que iba de Saipán a Japón. Ella y varios saipaneses
navegaron en el barco hacia Japón, donde Antonieta conoció a su hermano por
primera vez desde la guerra. Él no hablaba inglés y ella se había olvidado del
japonés.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">En 1977, la Hermana Antonieta comenzó una residencia de once
años en Japón, donde volvió a aprender japonés y trabajó como hermana
misionera. Durante los dos primeros años en Japón, estudió japonés. Luego hizo
obra misionera. Ella y su hermano mayor se visitaban al menos una vez al año.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Pero sus raíces en Saipán eran mucho más profundas y regresó
a su tierra natal en 1988, y comenzó a enseñar japonés en la escuela Mount
Carmel en Chalan Kanoa y en la escuela secundaria Marianas en Susupe.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Las palabras no logran expresar el trauma que la Hermana
Antonieta experimentó a lo largo de la vida. Las complicaciones de vivir en dos
mundos cuando era niño; un mundo japonés y uno chamorro. Su cuerpo sometido a
la explosión de bombas y al zumbido de las balas, mientras se escondía en
cuevas y debajo de los árboles en la selva, con poca o ninguna comida ni agua,
con el olor y la vista de la muerte a su alrededor; la pérdida de sus padres y
de todos sus hermanos salvo uno, su propia vida en riesgo.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">No sorprende que al principio odiara a los estadounidenses,
pero no por mucho tiempo. El odio desapareció pero ella no tenía ningún deseo
de interactuar con ellos. Con el tiempo, especialmente cuando encontró un
trabajo en una oficina gubernamental de la isla con supervisores
estadounidenses, aprendió a sentirse cómoda con los estadounidenses.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Ella atribuyó la curación de todas estas heridas emocionales
al amor total e incondicional de Juan y Ana Ada. Le dieron todo lo que
pudieron, especialmente su fe en Dios. La Hermana dijo: "No sabemos las
cosas que Dios ha planeado para nosotros, pero todas resultan para nuestro
bien".</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Sor Antonieta falleció en Saipán en 2016. Que descanse en
paz.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p></div><p></p>palerichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018059430051734875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344139789383160789.post-13216432813536548152024-02-28T06:24:00.001+10:002024-02-28T07:52:33.270+10:00GINEN CHÅLAN I PATGON<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3DxPzrOJbIIy-K89tTtKQb5t2reYQbCuatRyyA13aQWgrWFtwLvvV0sWaQMwHTA3Q57TX6w1CzM2_N20rWGPpLMZT_KGfhfoXv6VAiiRPJLeR94XP73li69QQDjHXYsVCUzjMZ22DiIdYdy9LHQDhVHQNOjzvbLC4IC6gssRl50uuF8AN2V3lV7lDCQ/s1024/bebe-1024x731.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="731" data-original-width="1024" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3DxPzrOJbIIy-K89tTtKQb5t2reYQbCuatRyyA13aQWgrWFtwLvvV0sWaQMwHTA3Q57TX6w1CzM2_N20rWGPpLMZT_KGfhfoXv6VAiiRPJLeR94XP73li69QQDjHXYsVCUzjMZ22DiIdYdy9LHQDhVHQNOjzvbLC4IC6gssRl50uuF8AN2V3lV7lDCQ/w400-h285/bebe-1024x731.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div>Some of our <i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">mañaina</span></i> (elders) in the past believed that an infant or child could get sick if an adult was so attracted to the child and had the urge to touch or hold the child (<i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">magoddai</span></i>) but didn't carry through with it.</div><div><br /></div><div>When an adult, or even someone in their teens, liked a baby so much that he or she wanted to touch the baby, he or she should do so, and be allowed to do so, otherwise the baby might get sick.</div><div><br /></div><div>Parents and others would suspect this was the case when a child suddenly became sick for no apparent reason or couldn't sleep, and cried instead of sleep.</div><div><br /></div><div>One older lady explained it to me, "<b>Ma espia eyi i uttimo na taotao ali'e'-ña para u ma na' seguro na ha pacha pat ha de'on, sa' magoddai lao ti ma nå'e chånsa, ti ha de'on, ti ha pacha. Ma fa'nana'an lokkue' ginen chålan i patgon, ya nesesita na u ma espia håye uttimo mumagoddai nu i nene, nu i patgon ya u ma nå'e chånsa para u pacha, u kariño</b>."</div><div><br /></div><div>"<i>They look for the last person the child met to make sure he or she touched or pinched the child, because he or she had the urge to, but wasn't given the chance to pinch or touch the child. It's also called "the child came from the street," and it's necessary to look for the last person who got the urge to touch the child to give him or her the chance to touch or be affectionate with the child</i>."</div>palerichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018059430051734875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344139789383160789.post-79091523877622447462024-02-13T08:23:00.001+10:002024-02-13T08:23:18.133+10:00HINENGGEN I MAN ÅMKO'<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm1HJW3RRR-6uxT7daTMNS8lM6j0VZ5TjFBRVsY8XTrdwQq1yvttPUP3vOCQWT5v8FF89PmXNa85OJTowSaNRBeMe4rzvKoFiyc71uSREY9oNbT96070pYLQIZrwKxcmtAofPB-IyQr2NiiVDJN2t9q2IeHOrchV5czpPayxZMgLCCK2XRi9JIXXHBKQ/s600/depositphotos_453839952-stock-photo-hand-hispanic-man-holding-donut.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="394" data-original-width="600" height="263" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm1HJW3RRR-6uxT7daTMNS8lM6j0VZ5TjFBRVsY8XTrdwQq1yvttPUP3vOCQWT5v8FF89PmXNa85OJTowSaNRBeMe4rzvKoFiyc71uSREY9oNbT96070pYLQIZrwKxcmtAofPB-IyQr2NiiVDJN2t9q2IeHOrchV5czpPayxZMgLCCK2XRi9JIXXHBKQ/w400-h263/depositphotos_453839952-stock-photo-hand-hispanic-man-holding-donut.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">MUNGNGA MA FANU'E YANGGEN UNO HA'</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: medium;">Don't show it if there's only one of it.</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Why? </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Because you're supposed to share.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So don't even SHOW it exists if there's not enough to share with whoever's in front of you, whether it be just one other person or ten or more.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">HIDE it till everyone goes away and you can enjoy your one donut, one <i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">empanåda</span></i>, one whatever.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">If you're really starving and can't stand to wait till everyone's gone, take it to the rest room, close the door and munch away.</div>palerichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018059430051734875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344139789383160789.post-71736051648970694482024-02-06T08:31:00.002+10:002024-02-06T08:39:44.702+10:00THE DANGERS OF THE PÅPA' SÅTGE<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip_WzilX-S_rsSMObRU2t2BhzsYTCtZ6Pcj8-3JNEj1snN3OFv_QUk3zyE-PIeKEq3zSMrUuvscpaMb_7rlaxUiMrUsI5YrECWw60t6WgvoSfbbHI17nk9ViFhdJzeyjzXSmzxWUGycWH9N4eof6vD1pdfbZTscpgIC52SHRLuQNhazDtnmh8OENM/s1224/Papa'%20Satge.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="981" data-original-width="1224" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip_WzilX-S_rsSMObRU2t2BhzsYTCtZ6Pcj8-3JNEj1snN3OFv_QUk3zyE-PIeKEq3zSMrUuvscpaMb_7rlaxUiMrUsI5YrECWw60t6WgvoSfbbHI17nk9ViFhdJzeyjzXSmzxWUGycWH9N4eof6vD1pdfbZTscpgIC52SHRLuQNhazDtnmh8OENM/w400-h320/Papa'%20Satge.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: left;">The <b>PÅPA' SÅTGE</b> is the open area under a raised house.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The phrase literally means "UNDER THE FLOOR." Many houses in the Marianas were raised on <b>HALIGI</b> (posts or stilts).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The idea was to let the air circulate around the house and keep it cool. Raising the house kept out flood waters and unwanted animals. The space underneath could be used for storage.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">But the <i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">påpa' såtge</span></i> did pose some problems.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">For one, somebody could hide themselves in the <i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">påpa' såtge</span></i>. This became a worse problem when the person could find a crack in the floor above, allowing him to peek and invade the family's privacy.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">This is what happened one day in 1926 when Alfonso crept under the house of Lorenzo Aguero Sablan. More concerning was that Lorenzo had a teenage daughter living in the house, whose floor had cracks that could be peeked through.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">As there were witnesses, and since Alfonso had been found guilty of similar offenses before, he thought it best to plead guilty when he was arrested and suffer the penalty.</div><div data-reddit-rtjson="{"entityMap":{},"blocks":[{"key":"c0n0d","text":"Hoping a Corfu native or long-time resident can help me out. I'm researching a man born in Corfu in the late 1800s with the surname Veneziano. 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In olden days, nicknames came from the Chamorro or Spanish languages, but now even English can be used to give new nicknames.</div><div><br /></div><div>Take for example the <i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">familian</span></i> Camel.</div><div><br /></div><div>Having been a priest in Malesso' in the 1990s, I remember a family there better-known-as <i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">familian</span></i> Camel, and particularly the name "Ben Camel."</div><div><br /></div><div>Some people thought they were named after the cigarette brand <i>Camel</i>. One person said that a family member was known for not drinking a lot, as he was never thirsty, like a camel. Close, but not quite.</div><div><br /></div><div>I went to a son of the deceased Ben Camel to find out the story.</div><div><br /></div><div>Vicente Reyes Cruz from Malesso', who was very close to the Church, took members of his family on a hike one day.</div><div><br /></div><div>Naturally some started to get thirsty and they asked Vicente if they could drink from the canteen.</div><div><br /></div><div>Vicente told them, "<b>Nangga nåya</b>," "<i>Wait a while</i>," probably to preserve as much drinking water as possible on the hike so they wouldn't run out.</div><div><br /></div><div>So the thirsty ones retorted, "<b>Dalai hao, kalan hao i camel</b>," "<i>My goodness, you're like a camel</i>," because camels are well-known for being able to journey through arid deserts for days on end without the need to drink water, since they are able to store water in their bodies.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, Vicente got identified with the nickname Camel and it was passed down to the next generation in his family.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Bk7xjVqBnV4b5PePWNKYZq0TtXdZqX6Czim4qSIthzzTUYvBlyR75JYFSbSOUSNA7pH-7hSiSVOFyoaaRLoly9i1f-iG5wBdAvp5qlPFnImH_4EKmpN6IfEBIr1J7GJC3BRIF9YmeZVyXWIk0OANGpRW27pWU4fBIzRw7Ls15jC5RiFFJKfr_YH0sg/s590/Bactrian_Camel_preview_image.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="590" height="204" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Bk7xjVqBnV4b5PePWNKYZq0TtXdZqX6Czim4qSIthzzTUYvBlyR75JYFSbSOUSNA7pH-7hSiSVOFyoaaRLoly9i1f-iG5wBdAvp5qlPFnImH_4EKmpN6IfEBIr1J7GJC3BRIF9YmeZVyXWIk0OANGpRW27pWU4fBIzRw7Ls15jC5RiFFJKfr_YH0sg/w400-h204/Bactrian_Camel_preview_image.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This shows us a few things about Chamorro mentality.</div><div><br /></div><div>First, we will notice something about you. Whether it be something about your body, appearance, mannerism, behavior or speech. Or something you did or that happened to you. You fell down. You hid under a table.</div><div><br /></div><div>Second, that one little piece of your life we will make your entire identity. That's your nickname and claim to fame for the rest of your life. And it will probably be inherited by your children.</div><div><br /></div><div>Rest in peace, Ben Camel. <i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">U såga gi minahgong</span></i>.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8dB_gAIAqN_HCrK3HJlaPoSe2UYCUFAw0OHnJi2zhv-yZBc8bMZDnZhOmdEgQkizEHyNfMbWCvPJNpO9IgPYiRyNUBAsVchML4ZXvIsx6VpuMqgMQKXR9c5FW_zQTbyhlSMlrHDOCSdtYCyC2-SaaOLuLHIwxcJJzfGVMXv7vbAqbv8I9R1NUi1ihOA/s837/Ben_Camel.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="455" data-original-width="837" height="217" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8dB_gAIAqN_HCrK3HJlaPoSe2UYCUFAw0OHnJi2zhv-yZBc8bMZDnZhOmdEgQkizEHyNfMbWCvPJNpO9IgPYiRyNUBAsVchML4ZXvIsx6VpuMqgMQKXR9c5FW_zQTbyhlSMlrHDOCSdtYCyC2-SaaOLuLHIwxcJJzfGVMXv7vbAqbv8I9R1NUi1ihOA/w400-h217/Ben_Camel.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div>palerichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018059430051734875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344139789383160789.post-47681764957182791432024-01-22T08:04:00.006+10:002024-02-20T21:34:34.666+10:00FAMILIA : SIGUENZA<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinVEh8kNEDBzb15sOELN5QeJLyPINk4S_P11J5PczXXDoxnIsj0rGiKxDdjmvBgyjSCG4M_3UUuE1GWgGD4ddV2rZFna1ZjRi-Kwja2sJAPmC0B8-G7ZbxcA71HelOZLI64NFCui3A0vyt2mqlX6cSOcI07z8HaWLNgflb0qSprkBsBg2nI9XZeCavHg/s802/141a710a-c7d4-4e9d-97ca-b0e728acb6ac.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="588" data-original-width="802" height="294" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinVEh8kNEDBzb15sOELN5QeJLyPINk4S_P11J5PczXXDoxnIsj0rGiKxDdjmvBgyjSCG4M_3UUuE1GWgGD4ddV2rZFna1ZjRi-Kwja2sJAPmC0B8-G7ZbxcA71HelOZLI64NFCui3A0vyt2mqlX6cSOcI07z8HaWLNgflb0qSprkBsBg2nI9XZeCavHg/w400-h294/141a710a-c7d4-4e9d-97ca-b0e728acb6ac.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>LORENZO ("LARRY") TAITINGFONG SIGUENZA</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>with wife the former Rita Sablan Borja and children Rita and Otto</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>(courtesy of RoseMarie Siguenza)</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The Siguenza family in the Marianas does not go a very long time ago. Of course, for you and me the year 1786 is a long time ago, but when other families appear earlier than that, in the 1727 and 1758 Censuses, while the Siguenzas do not, then the Siguenzas do arrive a bit later than many other families.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">There was a soldier named Ignacio Siguenza on a list of soldiers serving the Spanish Government on Guam in 1786. He's one of the earliest Siguenzas documented in the Marianas. I cannot be sure if he has anything to do with the Siguenzas who came later, but there's more of a chance that he does than he does not. Who he was, where he was born and so on are questions I cannot answer for the moment. Was he Spanish, or Mexican, or Filipino, or a mixture or something else, we do not know for now.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Forty-three years later, there is another soldier named José Siguenza, who was the company drummer. For all we know, José could be Ignacio's son. Nine years later, there's a Miguel Siguenza listed as a soldier. José's brother? We cannot say anything more than that, since the documents just state first and last names and do not give us any more clues.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And we know from later records that there were a number of women named Siguenza who married, so the Siguenza name eventually got lost in the next generation.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">But there were two men named Siguenza who became the patriarchs of all the Siguenzas who came later, many of them are people we know today.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>LUÍS SIGUENZA</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Born around 1829, Luís Siguenza married Agustina Pangelinan.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">According to the 1897 Census, there seems to have been two sons both named José.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">An older <b>JOSÉ </b>was married to María Quichocho Taisipic.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">A second <b>JOSÉ</b> was married twice; the first time to Ana Tenorio Taitingfong, the daughter of José and Joaquina, and then to Maria Sablan Camacho, the daughter of Roque and Ana. One of José and Ana's sons, Felipe, was better-known as Felipe'n Bombo.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">There was also a daughter named <b>ENCARNACIÓN</b> whom I mention because she married Pedro Royos Quichocho and many Quichochos are descended from her. One branch of these Quichochos moved to Luta (Rota).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>VICENTE SIGUENZA</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">There was also a Vicente Siguenza from the early 1800s, whose relation to Luís Siguenza is unknown for the moment.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Vicente married Manuela Borja de los Santos.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">They had the following sons :</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>JOAQUÍN</b>, who first married Joaquina Pérez Cruz, the daughter of Pedro Reyes Cruz and María Cruz Pérez, then Emeteria de León Taitingfong, the daughter of Lorenzo Taitingfong and Juana de León.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">From Joaquín's line come descendants like LORENZO TAITINGFONG SIGUENZA, who married Rita Sablan Borja; JOAQUÍN TAITINGFONG SIGUENZA, who married Ana Quitugua Borja and ANA TAITINGFONG SIGUENZA who, with Sharrock Brower Hannah, had a number of children.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Vicente and Manuela had at least two daughters. One was <b>FILOMENA</b> who married Vicente Tainatongo Castro.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The other daughter of Vicente and Manuela concerns us more because she had a number of children out of wedlock who carried the surname Siguenza, since their fathers were not known, or at least not official.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Her name was <b>DOLORES</b>. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Allegedly with Joaquín Cruz Pérez, she had these two sons :</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">JESUS, who married Carmen Santos Mendiola, the daughter of Ignacio Reyes Mendiola and his wife María Fausto Santos.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And VICENTE, who married Dolores Manibusan Cruz, the daughter of Juan Ignacio Cruz and María de la Rosa Manibusan.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">From another, unknown, father, Dolores had a son named JOSÉ, who married Consolación Cruz, the daughter of Juliana Cruz who was at some point married to Antonio Fejeran Mendiola.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So there are a number of people with the surname Siguenza who are all descended from Dolores Santos Siguenza who had at least three sons with "unknown" fathers.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>WELL-KNOWN SIGUENZAS</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Although not as numerous as many other families on Guam, the Siguenzas have produced a number of people very well-known on the island down through the years. Some of them were :</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>LARRY SIGUENZA</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfWDZ4H-uT8PbNimpM_qj9UMPjqKdFhSChQueWHpbstE_r786AeYqIgJJDnzxaDIvDc9MOKjBZvEX4E54-dVw-FMnh4Ga2mFYHJNynzcMci5nmhCTvoIGf_fgac5UIZUrFscQMdivfmSgzN269vdgFg3Jyo_8FD7xwaN52jl56jf2fD3MGSz_OT__agA/s363/Lorenzo%20T%20Siguenza.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="363" data-original-width="285" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfWDZ4H-uT8PbNimpM_qj9UMPjqKdFhSChQueWHpbstE_r786AeYqIgJJDnzxaDIvDc9MOKjBZvEX4E54-dVw-FMnh4Ga2mFYHJNynzcMci5nmhCTvoIGf_fgac5UIZUrFscQMdivfmSgzN269vdgFg3Jyo_8FD7xwaN52jl56jf2fD3MGSz_OT__agA/s320/Lorenzo%20T%20Siguenza.jpg" width="251" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Lorenzo Taitingfong Siguenza, better known as Larry, was one of the earliest Siguenzas who became active in the island community. He was the son of Joaquín Santos Siguenza and his wife Emeteria de León Taitingfong, and so he comes from Vicente's line of Siguenzas.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">His mainstay was the US Department of Agriculture before the war, working for them as an agricultural extension agent, whose job it was to promote island agriculture, especially among the youth through Boys' and Girls' Agricultural Clubs.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEaoKUOSfL-Vbw0UZ-u6toavMu6D2GlSJnNco7RtqyTAbgWTJCXeIm9nkI_rrWINWkG8rxabCQKOD9qoBk51vrWkJoUyYNN_1jhIvgxc-OiH7xl-bYDB2yj6O5bYCNCNgqRyWVWC2f3kbyMEDb0NN7xRsuyaNau_Qxpj2CdI77Aj8Ic6g1CmWaB_JL8A/s400/Lorenzo%20T%20Siguenza2.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="316" data-original-width="400" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEaoKUOSfL-Vbw0UZ-u6toavMu6D2GlSJnNco7RtqyTAbgWTJCXeIm9nkI_rrWINWkG8rxabCQKOD9qoBk51vrWkJoUyYNN_1jhIvgxc-OiH7xl-bYDB2yj6O5bYCNCNgqRyWVWC2f3kbyMEDb0NN7xRsuyaNau_Qxpj2CdI77Aj8Ic6g1CmWaB_JL8A/w400-h316/Lorenzo%20T%20Siguenza2.PNG" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>But that was just the beginning. Larry was involved in many civic activities before and after the war. Besides working for the Government of Guam, in various capacities such as the Department of Agriculture as Deputy Director and as the Parks chief for the Department of Land Management, Larry was involved in the Liberation Day Queen contest, the Lions Club, the Young Men's League of Guam, the Guam Civic Improvement League and the Knights of Columbus, a Catholic men's organization. He was a Boy Scout master since before the war. Larry was also involved in sports, particularly being a boxing referee and judge. He passed away in 1983.<div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>PETE SIGUENZA</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMHbVhGvLro9jrdV9SQ33DwGi5d5WOs4GMSPcHUEtyHXQfIONxV14KKs__61xLXKDt4ZVVc792NQfgmcQvn4DYr0B4xC0mCzQ1FS0e-tVU0pxwJJupjN2HlRoZAbzHFGHFli0AylPPBLSBuT_DyNxIijnyMCfTt1dXkr92ai5fd3cEieKn_QhpbMZzog/s417/Pete%20Siguenza.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="417" data-original-width="343" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMHbVhGvLro9jrdV9SQ33DwGi5d5WOs4GMSPcHUEtyHXQfIONxV14KKs__61xLXKDt4ZVVc792NQfgmcQvn4DYr0B4xC0mCzQ1FS0e-tVU0pxwJJupjN2HlRoZAbzHFGHFli0AylPPBLSBuT_DyNxIijnyMCfTt1dXkr92ai5fd3cEieKn_QhpbMZzog/s320/Pete%20Siguenza.jpg" width="263" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Peter Charles Siguenza, born in 1920, was the son of José Siguenza and Consolación Cruz, and thus the grandchild of Dolores Santos Siguenza, the daughter of Vicente Siguenza and Manuela Borja Santos.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Pete was fortunate enough to go to Coronado High School in Coronado, California near San Diego before the war. He was still in California when World War II broke out in 1941. He enlisted in the US Marine Corps. But his potential was noticed by his superiors and he was sent to officer's school and became the first Chamorro officer in the Marine Corps. He saw action in several famous battles in the Pacific arena.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXp_sN-qfmCDU7xaWYsIwAYYD180MjsT-MxAGgd1rjyfEDkeppZAeZava_6wjLHLSam_E8-T450IYZfa9U6XAgWD1YG-gC_D3qdh3NukDW2EBiZf7LKbGfBXKHcSAo-ErXP2Mq5_OT_5cl53SGkDjeuTlsLRIy-Mc4mQqhuIQ1gFzkLVigMl_kuOWu2Q/s894/Pete_Siguenza_Ben_Blaz.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="556" data-original-width="894" height="249" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXp_sN-qfmCDU7xaWYsIwAYYD180MjsT-MxAGgd1rjyfEDkeppZAeZava_6wjLHLSam_E8-T450IYZfa9U6XAgWD1YG-gC_D3qdh3NukDW2EBiZf7LKbGfBXKHcSAo-ErXP2Mq5_OT_5cl53SGkDjeuTlsLRIy-Mc4mQqhuIQ1gFzkLVigMl_kuOWu2Q/w400-h249/Pete_Siguenza_Ben_Blaz.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>PETE SIGUENZA (R) AND BEN BLAZ (L)</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Two pioneer Chamorro Marines</i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">He graduated from Saint Mary's College in Moraga, California and later obtained a Master's degree from the University of Southern California. He married the former Barbara Bordallo, daughter of BJ Bordallo and his wife Josefina Pangelinan Bordallo. Back on Guam, Pete Siguenza worked in various positions in the Government of Guam and for J&G Enterprises. He was also active in many civic groups and activities. He passed away in 2007.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>JUDGE PETE SIGUENZA, JR</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOdTREXH-o4AOB09BMOuAR1uaPFLZney084uQSZ_fXdhadKCSAAr6pfPLCumaw7P4Baj7sHFmBFkkK-Tfydg-aFvv5ssCKNF6rdPSpDhkeaHm1nmEzIjvt27TpK6GYeq-x55Zyt7VF147BVRF6x9oiNlKModAYv-NwtcGFlxfVDlvuTBnkFuI9WJ02AQ/s250/Judge%20Siguenza.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="250" data-original-width="200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOdTREXH-o4AOB09BMOuAR1uaPFLZney084uQSZ_fXdhadKCSAAr6pfPLCumaw7P4Baj7sHFmBFkkK-Tfydg-aFvv5ssCKNF6rdPSpDhkeaHm1nmEzIjvt27TpK6GYeq-x55Zyt7VF147BVRF6x9oiNlKModAYv-NwtcGFlxfVDlvuTBnkFuI9WJ02AQ/w320-h400/Judge%20Siguenza.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The son of Peter Charles Siguenza and his wife Barbara Bordallo, and thus a descendant of Vicente Siguenza from the 1800s, Peter Siguenza, Jr rose through the legal profession to become a trial judge in the Superior Court of Guam and then Chief Justice of the Guam Supreme Court. He graduated from Father Dueñas Memorial School and did his college and law school studies in California. He passed away in 2020.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>EDDIE SIGUENZA</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6lFK-NLYxhr1OxIqZpjoWvt4tGe0K9R4Zh2hHwHTSWKkC0qR3qF5T3YCywvEe4ZyqgZXeCXxYvDG8jLT0mwE-mMjvxdwXQy3mDPw0q_FunbuN4T71lDnBO64Oa3Adfx9sBJ3vf7v3W6NWPLEAYbCx7JuV8Pu8rwXcpCJUSFASHM8Osi2TqrHH7S4qiA/s198/Eddie%20Siguenza.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="198" data-original-width="159" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6lFK-NLYxhr1OxIqZpjoWvt4tGe0K9R4Zh2hHwHTSWKkC0qR3qF5T3YCywvEe4ZyqgZXeCXxYvDG8jLT0mwE-mMjvxdwXQy3mDPw0q_FunbuN4T71lDnBO64Oa3Adfx9sBJ3vf7v3W6NWPLEAYbCx7JuV8Pu8rwXcpCJUSFASHM8Osi2TqrHH7S4qiA/w321-h400/Eddie%20Siguenza.jpg" width="321" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">If you attended almost any social event on Guam in the 1970s pretty much until before he died in 2009, you saw Eddie Siguenza, the brother of Peter Charles Siguenza. More importantly, he saw you because he was a photographer by profession, one of the island's leading photographers. Chances are he took your picture. He was everywhere, camera in hand. He was often hired by government officials and corporate bosses to photograph the island's biggest affairs.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>SISTER CARMEN FRANCES SIGUENZA, SSND</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj216T0JmmcdEBLX9Y7_tkVdJTHHKUjqwTSnCqZAvlUYQFadkLkIobDH4Vb3rT9GvTPVb9QwfeuRKTm96DoDLYOilIvHnVoHo4PRq4zt4-iJqEF80P9JIRdj5EafpqjAoepQebn0g6DyCn2ReoSo0mqJSsRO4gm7Nm2MxObt6qTETFEtrls1US3RCdOPw/s375/Sister%20Carmen%20Frances.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="375" data-original-width="250" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj216T0JmmcdEBLX9Y7_tkVdJTHHKUjqwTSnCqZAvlUYQFadkLkIobDH4Vb3rT9GvTPVb9QwfeuRKTm96DoDLYOilIvHnVoHo4PRq4zt4-iJqEF80P9JIRdj5EafpqjAoepQebn0g6DyCn2ReoSo0mqJSsRO4gm7Nm2MxObt6qTETFEtrls1US3RCdOPw/w266-h400/Sister%20Carmen%20Frances.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And the last Siguenza I will mention is one who had an air of holiness about her. She was a Notre Dame Sister, Sister Carmen Frances Siguenza, the daughter of Jesús Siguenza, the son of Dolores Santos Siguenza, and his wife Carmen Mendiola. Sister was a school teacher, so she touched the lives of hundreds of children, from elementary grades up to junior high school. She even worked in Yap as a missionary.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwPOpEyznawB6W-E5RtQTMgK7k3qOyU9w-6kprBMMHtg1q_0AM0V6BbiJwLVogj9CyDIbhEXL0ShzlizRFhyphenhyphenIYLbYppCZeO2fYt_syGUf1YYms3oZE-haA0F2G9c-NgjG1Xv4zOrpvaw-6i_3FUExTT-8TDfbNkOEDkVLtk0oVdm5lmpDurxO_WxN35w/s604/Sr%20Carmen%20Frances.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="604" data-original-width="405" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwPOpEyznawB6W-E5RtQTMgK7k3qOyU9w-6kprBMMHtg1q_0AM0V6BbiJwLVogj9CyDIbhEXL0ShzlizRFhyphenhyphenIYLbYppCZeO2fYt_syGUf1YYms3oZE-haA0F2G9c-NgjG1Xv4zOrpvaw-6i_3FUExTT-8TDfbNkOEDkVLtk0oVdm5lmpDurxO_WxN35w/w269-h400/Sr%20Carmen%20Frances.jpg" width="269" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">She always had an aura about her that was warm and accepting. In her older years, she began to suffer bad health involving a lot of pain, and had to wear a neck brace. She was never down about it, and she never complained. She stayed the same. She was constantly praying for people. People brought her many intentions, and she listed them down to remember them when she prayed. She passed away in 2015.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>SIGUENZA, SPAIN</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3juIfyJMsfPnaazR-6qrUMaXUmDB5uFO8xIjuc2DfDcVAow3FoybWytnEmNUkRtKROeY1J63mAELFM7MvnFrmHr7XradeQUAyc4UQjk-sfmMF4U5_O46HbxYTVI5BX0z42AZOAr1J5IKHaeHyDfusgeNLKP2hLK0fV9rZXs2CzO5MBVn2XmL0xOlWKw/s1024/Siguenza-ViajesyRutas.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="683" data-original-width="1024" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3juIfyJMsfPnaazR-6qrUMaXUmDB5uFO8xIjuc2DfDcVAow3FoybWytnEmNUkRtKROeY1J63mAELFM7MvnFrmHr7XradeQUAyc4UQjk-sfmMF4U5_O46HbxYTVI5BX0z42AZOAr1J5IKHaeHyDfusgeNLKP2hLK0fV9rZXs2CzO5MBVn2XmL0xOlWKw/w400-h266/Siguenza-ViajesyRutas.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Although we don't know where the first Siguenza on Guam came from, we do know that the name is Spanish and is the name of a city in northern Spain in the Province of Guadalajara.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7uhn1ScpBzwek-4PDM9yR6LPZjRLc2tEoCSbTy7-NoJiXmNE9VcN7IdYd-8XknCzuJPVo9-F884FLC33bADAqfn81PXpNbYMjHxpQjKwGTxhK5gETAREYyH8fNaP91AORInMGA5BiUFSreeHcNiRfG1IjOOU-50I6-Vumuxnsp5K_5_6hVSbSd_PuNA/s2560/2560px-Di%C3%B3cesis_de_Sig%C3%BCenza-Guadalajara.svg.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1787" data-original-width="2560" height="279" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7uhn1ScpBzwek-4PDM9yR6LPZjRLc2tEoCSbTy7-NoJiXmNE9VcN7IdYd-8XknCzuJPVo9-F884FLC33bADAqfn81PXpNbYMjHxpQjKwGTxhK5gETAREYyH8fNaP91AORInMGA5BiUFSreeHcNiRfG1IjOOU-50I6-Vumuxnsp5K_5_6hVSbSd_PuNA/w400-h279/2560px-Di%C3%B3cesis_de_Sig%C3%BCenza-Guadalajara.svg.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>SPANISH SPELLING</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXFjKPpD6ZR8EP0Lw9Ec06b_fNx6CE_VzextLn0FM8RcY6oc5Z82NQwiyDN0u3eIXnSmdhrewSha-A4SzfxCNhgKlJcEZU3nhf7l04ZyZw0tEDY782iFqHJJDjzvWYQ35ZlwIXFyxVYCqoLFjHpYvL6bcitpngKEFhGB_AAMP3jL2oN7wXfjk7yVjAiw/s539/Jose%20Siguenza%201902.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="160" data-original-width="539" height="119" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXFjKPpD6ZR8EP0Lw9Ec06b_fNx6CE_VzextLn0FM8RcY6oc5Z82NQwiyDN0u3eIXnSmdhrewSha-A4SzfxCNhgKlJcEZU3nhf7l04ZyZw0tEDY782iFqHJJDjzvWYQ35ZlwIXFyxVYCqoLFjHpYvL6bcitpngKEFhGB_AAMP3jL2oN7wXfjk7yVjAiw/w400-h119/Jose%20Siguenza%201902.PNG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>JOSÉ PANGELINAN SIGUENZA'S SIGNATURE</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>in 1902</i></b></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">If you notice the way the name SIGUENZA is spelled in the photo of the Spanish city, there are two dots above the U. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The two dots are needed in Spanish to make the sound GWE in SIGWENZA. Without the two dots, the GUE would sound like GUERRERO - GERERO. No GWE.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Notice that the Chamorro man José Pangelinan Siguenza spells his last name the Spanish way, with the two dots above the U.</div><p></p></div>palerichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018059430051734875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344139789383160789.post-47102045773821230622024-01-09T09:48:00.002+10:002024-01-09T12:41:46.579+10:00BEST CUSTOMERS<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw8Se4bhMdAphdSRNA_X63LrTVwssTz0_9Nizj1XGwTp9922IqRCBPD2thbM6G6LusD7RpGioHYbrvOgncFbojCaMemFtosXt7b5k6H46M_9qPaLqSHsOy6Pb9ST9RT1SETTJoohYa-QleKz_WZcZb_XJcjxEoCD3b-jQIGJ2B3U1dxXDMITmRAuAQQA/s383/cards.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="256" data-original-width="383" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw8Se4bhMdAphdSRNA_X63LrTVwssTz0_9Nizj1XGwTp9922IqRCBPD2thbM6G6LusD7RpGioHYbrvOgncFbojCaMemFtosXt7b5k6H46M_9qPaLqSHsOy6Pb9ST9RT1SETTJoohYa-QleKz_WZcZb_XJcjxEoCD3b-jQIGJ2B3U1dxXDMITmRAuAQQA/w400-h268/cards.PNG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: left;">A family I was visiting told me a story that reminded me of something similar, dealing with the Niño (Infant Jesus) going around the village at Christmas time.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">When they were teenagers, these siblings, who are now in the 70s and up, would be sent by the mother or grandmother with pans of <i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">empanåda</span></i> (chicken pies) to sell to earn the family extra income.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghOrN4qlcpqJRi5uEi5vHdQJ7cBkWashQ6TdXJxal8-lJahjsZ8okAoAjQUN0FJCmbQppIDvmWwDEj9E1J231R1UR4l4KBUU2M0CI7bmat7aXmWg8jGYjc03VE44cDO31t6CqMhk083ZkwpSdQ2RwNTFVqHI_5t39_I2qEEwPw6Frz8mcgUYG1oY5xfw/s275/download%20(71).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="275" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghOrN4qlcpqJRi5uEi5vHdQJ7cBkWashQ6TdXJxal8-lJahjsZ8okAoAjQUN0FJCmbQppIDvmWwDEj9E1J231R1UR4l4KBUU2M0CI7bmat7aXmWg8jGYjc03VE44cDO31t6CqMhk083ZkwpSdQ2RwNTFVqHI_5t39_I2qEEwPw6Frz8mcgUYG1oY5xfw/w400-h266/download%20(71).jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>They were told not to dare come home unless they had sold every single <i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">empanåda</span></i>, but some days it was simply hard to. Knowing they would be scolded or spanked if they didn't sell everything, they wondered what to do.<div><br /></div><div>They found the magic formula. They would look for a house where the family and maybe some friends were gathered in the carport or porch playing poker for money. A house playing poker was a sure way to sell every last <span style="color: #2b00fe; font-style: italic;">empanåda</span><span>.</span></div><div><br /></div><div>This reminded me of what some people said who took the Niño house-to-house for veneration at Christmas time.</div><div><br /></div><div>They said the houses that donated the most to the Niño were the houses where gambling was going on when the Niño arrived.</div><div><br /></div><div>Many times those gamblers were not the most pious Catholics. Some hadn't even been to church in years. Perhaps in order to assuage their guilt, they'd drop a hundred-dollar bill into the donation box when the Niño came for them to kiss.</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh the ways of human nature.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAycw4orINvBL_ugteSlsHNRGo0MP4M2Hu5odK30Y4-LmS9RzNnpktILnNzwKhVTHnqwbGR2HtbJg83Ar9kH-mjdiEE4VL9ZIxCGsfz92iSelzWIffdlEoIgvzYDTQO9-JPNeVDG8sf0UVAkJFX_cjTtWq4VqZUz45ZM36cGgdt2uIxeAW57jd4cCwPA/s464/donation.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="294" data-original-width="464" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAycw4orINvBL_ugteSlsHNRGo0MP4M2Hu5odK30Y4-LmS9RzNnpktILnNzwKhVTHnqwbGR2HtbJg83Ar9kH-mjdiEE4VL9ZIxCGsfz92iSelzWIffdlEoIgvzYDTQO9-JPNeVDG8sf0UVAkJFX_cjTtWq4VqZUz45ZM36cGgdt2uIxeAW57jd4cCwPA/w400-h254/donation.PNG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>palerichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018059430051734875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344139789383160789.post-14137972667507811202024-01-04T07:04:00.000+10:002024-01-04T07:04:13.245+10:00TALES OF CLUB BAMBOO<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqcLrLFdwGOepz5-65msO7DGmpdMPo3J-iiTQtyNfXUUaqYnG-89ps343RDMZDbvWRrmeKnqYRCyJzPS20_IVq03h4klCZNo3Qbjp5t05jmxiE3ka8xtFQ6NFnwTFvVBXFm_iSRuTgweQKN5ObPjaA49dTrgugzt8IgCxzMTHuwwi0oOdporOiwyrm6Q/s251/Bamboo%20Inn.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="162" data-original-width="251" height="258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqcLrLFdwGOepz5-65msO7DGmpdMPo3J-iiTQtyNfXUUaqYnG-89ps343RDMZDbvWRrmeKnqYRCyJzPS20_IVq03h4klCZNo3Qbjp5t05jmxiE3ka8xtFQ6NFnwTFvVBXFm_iSRuTgweQKN5ObPjaA49dTrgugzt8IgCxzMTHuwwi0oOdporOiwyrm6Q/w400-h258/Bamboo%20Inn.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: left;">Club Bamboo (also called the Bamboo Inn) was a restaurant bar on Marine (Corps) Drive in Hagåtña after the war up to the 1950s. It was owned by former statesider Adrian LaDeau, who went by the nickname Trader Ade. LaDeau came to Guam as a Seabee in 1944, fell in love with Adela San Nicolas, left the military, married her and stayed. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">LaDeau's wife's sister was married to local businessman Ambrosio Torres Shimizu of Ambros Enterprises. So Shimizu was also invested in the business. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The Club was a popular place to eat, drink and dance, with live music. Besides being a meeting place for various civic groups, Club Bamboo was the scene of some colorful episodes in its short history.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Chamorro waitress JOSEFA M. was fined $100 in 1950 for serving a Marine an alcoholic beverage. The drink itself only cost 50 cents. The Club was designated a "civilian" club, so I am assuming military personnel were not allowed in.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Three Marines in 1950 got too tipsy at Club Bamboo and started causing a ruckus. Chamorro police man Ben Charfauros went to arrest the Marines, who gave him such a hard time that Charfauros lost his badge in the scuffle. "We got the Marines," he said, "but I lost my badge."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Merchant Marines, too, could get in trouble. In 1950, several Merchant Marines were arrested on various charges at Club Bamboo.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Even employees at Club Bamboo could get the business in trouble. One worker sold cases of beer to various merchants, not knowing that Club Bamboo had no license to sell wholesale. The government punished the club by closing its bar for one week, but the restaurant side of the business couldn't make money without the bar so even the restaurant closed for one week.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">In 1953, somebody perhaps got lucky at Club Bamboo. A statesider returned home after a night at the Club and noticed he didn't have his wallet on him anymore. The wallet contained $1200, which in today's value is worth $13,800. Why was the man carrying the equivalent of half a year's salary around?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">By 1955, there was hardly any news concerning Club Bamboo and by 1956 there was no sign of it in the news at all. LaDeau remained on Guam and went on to other things, including establishing a place called Pirate's Cove, which is still in existence but for the longest time now owned by Jeff Pleadwell.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsXrb4mNx3LkdqgfED_vxm3L11sP6ElD9JQebuCUF9MZ3quiAlg2YaftbaqJzAEU24T9V1Yc8VzNZfyXNE4Ap0cimv29VCHGNBVghe4j6PCRZHBNZoQy78tM0edgVq9kz9ZCeva6XJIvRb0wDTNZTdUBjuWiiZh1wpEiEddDTADvhqj7ivZzbZdoEcvQ/s1268/Club_Bamboo.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1173" data-original-width="1268" height="370" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsXrb4mNx3LkdqgfED_vxm3L11sP6ElD9JQebuCUF9MZ3quiAlg2YaftbaqJzAEU24T9V1Yc8VzNZfyXNE4Ap0cimv29VCHGNBVghe4j6PCRZHBNZoQy78tM0edgVq9kz9ZCeva6XJIvRb0wDTNZTdUBjuWiiZh1wpEiEddDTADvhqj7ivZzbZdoEcvQ/w400-h370/Club_Bamboo.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>palerichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018059430051734875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344139789383160789.post-59272640133590986082023-12-31T06:31:00.003+10:002023-12-31T06:37:15.640+10:00SAGRÅDA FAMILIA : TONÅDAN INALÅHAN<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXs2Da7yesyFhByrTLqBVwakIgNzHk9-I11y4oQyc4tvUZRXFCnvjmdyYbwBYz81EZPostoCDtUPJDLft1StsoNBTSdRPYShSuRLjTNIU-ndE5DLJ-sdX9NTiLiBm9NmTIRBDgdBwB41xZhjBPXdovIVY2x4Hhc76G3ppVNF-274zvXhn303mvKhZO-A/s263/Sagrada%20Familia.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="192" data-original-width="263" height="292" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXs2Da7yesyFhByrTLqBVwakIgNzHk9-I11y4oQyc4tvUZRXFCnvjmdyYbwBYz81EZPostoCDtUPJDLft1StsoNBTSdRPYShSuRLjTNIU-ndE5DLJ-sdX9NTiLiBm9NmTIRBDgdBwB41xZhjBPXdovIVY2x4Hhc76G3ppVNF-274zvXhn303mvKhZO-A/w400-h292/Sagrada%20Familia.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">This is a Chamorro hymn to the Holy Family (<b>Sagråda Familia</b>), who are Jesus, Mary and Joseph.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">This particular tune for it is sung in Inalåhan, and probably also Malojloj, but the words are the same as the version sung by the rest of the island.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">In the past, when all transportation was either by animal-driven cart, boat or feet, villages were more isolated and local customs more easily developed, different from the next village. Often it was a new priest, musically-inclined, who might introduce a new melody for an old hymn. But others, musicians or organists or singers who learned it from elsewhere, could also have taught a new melody to their local choir. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">As far as the origin of this Inalåhan melody for this hymn sung to another melody in Hagåtña and elsewhere, I am not sure. Perhaps I can find out in the future.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/UiyiKtcVtXQ" width="320" youtube-src-id="UiyiKtcVtXQ"></iframe></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>LYRICS</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Jesús, José an María; Jesús, José an María;</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>estague' i korason-ho yan i anti-ho.</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">(<i>Jesus, Joseph and Mary; Jesus, Joseph and Mary;</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>here are my heart and my soul</i>.)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Jesús, José an María; Jesús, José an María;</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>fa' maolek yo' an hokkok i ha'ani-ho.</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">(<i>Jesus, Joseph and Mary; Jesus, Joseph and Mary;</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>assist me when my life is done</i>.)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Jesús, José an María; Jesús, José an María;</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>na' måtai yo' pao såntos gi kannai-miyo; gi kannai-miyo.</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">(<i>Jesus, Joseph and Mary; Jesus, Joseph and Mary;</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>make me die in the fragrance of holiness within your hands.</i>)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>A RELIGIOUS EXPLANATION</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The last two verses speak about a good death, a holy death, because the Holy Family includes Saint Joseph, who died before Jesus began His public ministry and was still unknown to people. So, Saint Joseph died surrounded by Jesus and the Blessed Mother - a nice way to pass from this earthly life!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">That is why Saint Joseph is the Patron of a Holy and Happy Death, and why the hymn speaks of this. On our death bed, we want the Holy Family surrounding us.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">*** Thanks to Lawrence Borja for the audio clip</div><p></p>palerichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018059430051734875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344139789383160789.post-86221609967335784662023-12-01T10:58:00.000+10:002023-12-01T10:58:04.271+10:00THE SINGET SEWING MACHINE<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNFFjg9Vrrk_5mMYGsWHtlGjRzWHvsqSRdreAvSTrSfIRItaunx9aH2dah6jML3stRBKAA4R7zqliAt6vpJXL24BPnnKsNj9Ns3EVJBGtoQNCsdaYBiiQFx3pgD46lJj5_A-T8ol3mBIbq18c1y9yjZPG2KnpvybktIyREdGaxzEXmepq0m1t3rSA/s541/Singet.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="423" data-original-width="541" height="313" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNFFjg9Vrrk_5mMYGsWHtlGjRzWHvsqSRdreAvSTrSfIRItaunx9aH2dah6jML3stRBKAA4R7zqliAt6vpJXL24BPnnKsNj9Ns3EVJBGtoQNCsdaYBiiQFx3pgD46lJj5_A-T8ol3mBIbq18c1y9yjZPG2KnpvybktIyREdGaxzEXmepq0m1t3rSA/w400-h313/Singet.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Many of you know that Chamorro does not like ending words with the letters R or L. 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<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="en-GU"> </span></p></div><div style="text-align: left;">This advertisement in the Guam Daily News in 1959 shows how our elders pronounced SINGER as in SINGER SEWING MACHINE.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">They said <b>SINGHET </b>or <b>SINGET</b>.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBfML5GmxjbxEgPA0DANrqw3VglYza_X_7fcmWfHEh2B7UjmSxr-Ng81HPYPFZ8mrtMsy2i6Wqnd6ZevcVIYDOs8TyP04d19j0k2lKwOZJuGLFNNtkMorq5ZKvSyc4dC7EcpOTbN3nxwLGFCxFlgK_X_Ql6ctcVTW90EoDQQW_8h7YPXTPh6MW8Xo/s4305/Singet2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4305" data-original-width="3371" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBfML5GmxjbxEgPA0DANrqw3VglYza_X_7fcmWfHEh2B7UjmSxr-Ng81HPYPFZ8mrtMsy2i6Wqnd6ZevcVIYDOs8TyP04d19j0k2lKwOZJuGLFNNtkMorq5ZKvSyc4dC7EcpOTbN3nxwLGFCxFlgK_X_Ql6ctcVTW90EoDQQW_8h7YPXTPh6MW8Xo/w314-h400/Singet2.jpg" width="314" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Notice that "sewing machine" is MÅKINAN MAN LAKSE." <i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Man låkse' </span></i>means "to sew" and <i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">måkina </span></i>is machine.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"Limited quantity" is rendered "<i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">ti meggai tetehnan</span></i>" or "not many left."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"Monthly payments" is "<i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Siña un apåse pot mes</span></i>," or "You can pay by month."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Our elders had no trouble paraphrasing the English in Chamorro, rather than invent new words that are stranger than the paraphrase.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>SINCE SPANISH TIMES</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb2Jo9APfnqiUN0-1GtxDNOTfyoxBrrVskAiICFc8xoiOU4o-5zQgAUUBpzUIXxshOCAyDKvyH26soKgsqRJwvMW2WKWW6OAvzJj5XofO17H_gI3MO11B8nqcklBZ913Yj37jqdFbxwXL7eENhKGq25hKwzzJGwUClsk0ASHqYzZ4djQO_ul-GqKs/s780/Singer%201895.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="126" data-original-width="780" height="65" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb2Jo9APfnqiUN0-1GtxDNOTfyoxBrrVskAiICFc8xoiOU4o-5zQgAUUBpzUIXxshOCAyDKvyH26soKgsqRJwvMW2WKWW6OAvzJj5XofO17H_gI3MO11B8nqcklBZ913Yj37jqdFbxwXL7eENhKGq25hKwzzJGwUClsk0ASHqYzZ4djQO_ul-GqKs/w400-h65/Singer%201895.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Apparently, there were Singer sewing machines on Guam even in the late Spanish period.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">A book published in Manila in 1895 claimed that there was a Singer Sewing Company outlet in the Marianas, probably meaning Guam.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The above citation reads, in English,</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>The Singer Company has more than 2000 houses established in the principle population centers of the world and the Philippines agency, besides the outlets in Manila, Iloilo, Cebu and Tacloban, has agents in the principle population centers in the Archipelago and also in both the Carolines and Marianas.</b></div>palerichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018059430051734875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344139789383160789.post-53112925387642290512023-11-24T10:09:00.001+10:002023-11-24T10:14:45.270+10:00FIRST GUAM THANKSGIVING<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrlkULISSXcRilqffV0yBqSWAp-6VFQeWYtk6LqIqScWOwuEimtf4m5wneAtkPKRdidOCx_a47z-GX8_VHYTYAnPE64FAC3yZCpYDgZ-2UXWxYOXt33KLveJwJjKbFWKZ7d8BBoR-0v51_bSR4UdLeEgldN8mD2nBwsrTSsdLEdAZVa1Bg1LZN1zqpRA/s642/Leary_Thanksgiving%20(1).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="257" data-original-width="642" height="160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrlkULISSXcRilqffV0yBqSWAp-6VFQeWYtk6LqIqScWOwuEimtf4m5wneAtkPKRdidOCx_a47z-GX8_VHYTYAnPE64FAC3yZCpYDgZ-2UXWxYOXt33KLveJwJjKbFWKZ7d8BBoR-0v51_bSR4UdLeEgldN8mD2nBwsrTSsdLEdAZVa1Bg1LZN1zqpRA/w400-h160/Leary_Thanksgiving%20(1).jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><div>The first American Governor of Guam, a Navy captain named Richard P. Leary, thought that Guam had too many holidays. That was because Guam had observed numerous religious holidays as public holidays under Spain. Not being a fan of the Spanish missionaries, Leary spelled out in an Executive Order in 1899 that religious holidays from now on were private affairs, and the only public holidays, besides Sundays, would be those "authorized by US Statute Law" and US presidential decree.</div><div><br /></div><div>In 1870, US Congress made Independence Day, July 4, a Federal holiday. We can assume that this was observed even on Guam as soon as Leary set up the first American administration in August of 1899. Even if there were no parades or fireworks, it's very likely the Navy closed government offices on Independence Day.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thanksgiving didn't become a Federal holiday till 1941, though it had been celebrated long before, sometimes on different Thursdays in November from state to state.</div><div><br /></div><div>But the first public holiday that Leary proclaimed on his own authority was Thanksgiving Day.</div><div><br /></div><div>On November 3, 1899 Leary declared that the last Thursday of November that year, November 30, would be set aside as a day of "thanksgiving and prayer." He recommended (not mandated) that people refrain from "unnecessary work" that day, so I'm not sure if the government closed their offices or not.</div><div><br /></div><div>Leary could not mandate any religious services, but he urged people to observe their own rites in their own churches, Catholic or Protestant.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip_YmQAi_49x_IXRVLgOEwzlbwA_lMlyqZFd1rl7O9SRZLpIXPy8DAvGkwyTlaKI7kuoWKeVsYUqNSEwsVFlxfQIyDHkLF0j4z0R1u9FWlDcpwuyNy_EQQI3tdHSovpJMUwA0JsOgWf92ueKWkpH0dkMc9hXGjutLlFiftGdIDLw0HteI9I0rNQWnErQ/s3264/Palomo%20Leary.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1632" data-original-width="3264" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip_YmQAi_49x_IXRVLgOEwzlbwA_lMlyqZFd1rl7O9SRZLpIXPy8DAvGkwyTlaKI7kuoWKeVsYUqNSEwsVFlxfQIyDHkLF0j4z0R1u9FWlDcpwuyNy_EQQI3tdHSovpJMUwA0JsOgWf92ueKWkpH0dkMc9hXGjutLlFiftGdIDLw0HteI9I0rNQWnErQ/w400-h200/Palomo%20Leary.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>LEARY AND PALOMO</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>State and Church</i></b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>But Leary knew his promotion of Thanksgiving wouldn't fly if he didn't have the cooperation of the Catholic Church, which commanded the hearts of 95% of the Chamorro people. And he succeeded. According to Leary, Palomo wholeheartedly agreed to hold a Thanksgiving prayer service in the Hagåtña church. It was a traditional thanksgiving prayer, chanted by the priest in Latin (<i>Te Deum</i>) which the Catholic Churched prayed all the time, all year long, but this time applied to the American holiday.</div><div><br /></div><div>Leary said that the Navy band would play at this <i>Te Deum</i> service, and praised Palomo for his outstanding qualities. Leary reported a huge number of people attended the church service. Standing room only.</div><div><br /></div><div>I wouldn't be surprised if there was no turkey served on that first Thanksgiving Day on Guam in 1899, but Leary made every effort to have the American holiday observed.</div>palerichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018059430051734875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344139789383160789.post-88293728191147427842023-11-14T10:43:00.001+10:002023-11-14T10:43:51.908+10:00DESERTED WIVES<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9cc3ADkIJlmgnrG7YnuB24QKKrC9Jerv9Awcq3LzyuqmB68aR6F6I2Tm8w38lAFpBQebxeecufrSL2rQgqw6lmkqZuApjybI3KwfIoLckJIZ7HljSPPLbvPj424HaISW9rHNLAXtbRqx6hPq2XGzQjlX5XCKDmg-RiHNxDhsVG8pm3TxycBTepyw/s1515/29608882.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1515" height="270" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9cc3ADkIJlmgnrG7YnuB24QKKrC9Jerv9Awcq3LzyuqmB68aR6F6I2Tm8w38lAFpBQebxeecufrSL2rQgqw6lmkqZuApjybI3KwfIoLckJIZ7HljSPPLbvPj424HaISW9rHNLAXtbRqx6hPq2XGzQjlX5XCKDmg-RiHNxDhsVG8pm3TxycBTepyw/w400-h270/29608882.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Numerous Chamorro women were marrying American military men just as soon as the island came under the United States flag.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Not all of those marriages were successful.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">A good number of those unions ended with the American sailor or Marine deserting his wife and children, as they were reassigned to another location or simply left island.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Here are some examples.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>RITA</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Rita married a Marine private in 1903 and had a son by him. In 1905, her husband was assigned to another post, and did not take Rita and his son with him.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Rita wrote to her husband and got three replies. His letters acknowledged his deserting her, and contained every excuse in the book, with plenty of promises to come back and resume his family commitments. He never did.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Rita filed for divorce in 1926 - twenty-years after last seeing her husband!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMT6N4Kq6eyu28_jPWoNJEKoiiSV3O3HWxVtcJotifG8d2Pnh8yk2A5D_RRnhgbh-GmZHpDIyxhejQ-nvxI_KPx62-iKFjtnA9mJ3500LhhJNmb_P0MWawzroDTk69pLA9UYirWaEDPqrR6Kv4tfnJ4uAonUK9j52PZIUyITUXB7WJYXlnRr5Jf2g/s748/Deserted_Wife.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="303" data-original-width="748" height="163" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMT6N4Kq6eyu28_jPWoNJEKoiiSV3O3HWxVtcJotifG8d2Pnh8yk2A5D_RRnhgbh-GmZHpDIyxhejQ-nvxI_KPx62-iKFjtnA9mJ3500LhhJNmb_P0MWawzroDTk69pLA9UYirWaEDPqrR6Kv4tfnJ4uAonUK9j52PZIUyITUXB7WJYXlnRr5Jf2g/w400-h163/Deserted_Wife.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>ANOTHER RITA</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Yet another Rita had married a military man in 1905. They had four children. Quite possibly already a civilian, the man left Guam in 1910, supposedly to visit his mother. He was never seen again.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">A few letters were exchanged, however. In one of them, the husband said he had met his wife's brother and the two of them were going to fish salmon in Alaska and both would return to Guam afterwards. The brother did return, but the husband did not.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Instead of filing for divorce, Rita petitioned the court to rule her husband deceased! This was granted. Almost sixteen years had passed since she last saw her husband.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">This second Rita's move was more advantageous than the first Rita's decision to file for divorce.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Since both women had married according to Catholic rites, only death could end the bond. The first Rita, even if divorced, could not marry a second time in the Church until her husband had died. The second Rita obtained that freedom to marry again by having the Guam court declare her husband dead.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">These two Ritas are but two examples of Chamorro women abandoned by the American husbands who left island and never returned. There were more.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>GOVERNOR GILMER FORBIDS MARRIAGES</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPqIKbwFa-Lim4-tyC5nysvH6uS68aQy9gQGbc6vYsXr3llTqYVWxfcPz8caeZz0bCLYgmJVyXUts9_SE-Fzi4F2B6BxrOe21UbHji7RpjTBo-4mrywqjcBownlk9Bm1_rboJbreKhjT-1bASphnJs70lOvQbzysJiVyTIwt0ZMyV_0VSFobrF12M/s326/Gilmer.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="306" data-original-width="326" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPqIKbwFa-Lim4-tyC5nysvH6uS68aQy9gQGbc6vYsXr3llTqYVWxfcPz8caeZz0bCLYgmJVyXUts9_SE-Fzi4F2B6BxrOe21UbHji7RpjTBo-4mrywqjcBownlk9Bm1_rboJbreKhjT-1bASphnJs70lOvQbzysJiVyTIwt0ZMyV_0VSFobrF12M/s320/Gilmer.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><b>GILMER</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">In 1920, the American Naval Governor, Captain William Gilmer, issued a new law prohibiting marriages between American service men and Chamorro women.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">His reason for this prohibition was his judgment that such marital unions were not good for either American husband nor Chamorro wife. He didn't, at least in print, get more specific than that.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Americans already married to Chamorro wives, and the Catholic bishop, Spanish Bishop Oláiz, opposed Gilmer's law, which was eventually overturned by the higher-ups in Washington.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">But Spanish Påle' Román agreed with Gilmer. Too many American military and former military husbands had deserted their Chamorro wives, leaving them without financial support to raise the children, and unable to marry again in the Church.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisaNJUt-oJewBMQOZZ2EEdRtXyT4dAb5i3WMYHeXRcrdpRixuW2o9x6EbS0RM9-zM1t3XSHE2wpxAJLZ-9otT9JDzdjOHgBosFfsKUp5AE2MGuX7iRNGakac5ABoxnK5EqOlGk0E80A6cAY056gXatdYtoylj-IeCtpUE7EapBoqjjB6od9nN6fo0/s500/Pale'%20Roman.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="368" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisaNJUt-oJewBMQOZZ2EEdRtXyT4dAb5i3WMYHeXRcrdpRixuW2o9x6EbS0RM9-zM1t3XSHE2wpxAJLZ-9otT9JDzdjOHgBosFfsKUp5AE2MGuX7iRNGakac5ABoxnK5EqOlGk0E80A6cAY056gXatdYtoylj-IeCtpUE7EapBoqjjB6od9nN6fo0/w295-h400/Pale'%20Roman.jpg" width="295" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>PÅLE' ROMÁN</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>was all for protecting Chamorro wives from deserting husbands</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>palerichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018059430051734875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344139789383160789.post-89496206065364853702023-11-07T09:27:00.000+10:002023-11-07T09:27:19.424+10:00HAUNTED HUMÅTAK 2<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqD616ZDYluGGJ3L0G5guVohmCkpwn8Q9nCl6vnWCbDiGiGMYugpuSs6QSkNCxIgwiz57Qp0hX0ccNdaRLd5uuxc5ej-tJwvNvvbDRyw_aqZ1UjieomhZ-ySAMrflNdONU6SCMFDYNLWp1fbJ19Xp4cMpS1CH2K-aAm9SvriwYP6myuXo-8R9FdHg/s1725/343849717_929975354818615_5002675358232738391_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1149" data-original-width="1725" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqD616ZDYluGGJ3L0G5guVohmCkpwn8Q9nCl6vnWCbDiGiGMYugpuSs6QSkNCxIgwiz57Qp0hX0ccNdaRLd5uuxc5ej-tJwvNvvbDRyw_aqZ1UjieomhZ-ySAMrflNdONU6SCMFDYNLWp1fbJ19Xp4cMpS1CH2K-aAm9SvriwYP6myuXo-8R9FdHg/w400-h266/343849717_929975354818615_5002675358232738391_n.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b>BEHIND THE CHURCH</b></div></b><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Besides the marshy area behind the Humåtak Mayor's Office by the river, associated with a murder scene from the 1980s, many people in Humåtak consider the area behind the church to be spooky.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The current San Dionisio Church was built in 1939 but, many decades before that, it had been the site of the Spanish governor's <i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">palåsyo</span></i> (palace), along with other government buildings for soldiers, the sick, military defenses and storage rooms, since the bay was the major port of call for Guam at the time. The rock foundations for these government buildings are still there, hiding in the vegetation.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxipzUxO-TKSLAdVx4Y7abtgCirON6ZRIE-Z1adzw61gNPMgh1zCbRgVSSh14UbwHn_1gWw4dBCTfVAHsHUNxyB-Q5mHAJTP-d6xKum1Ir8ZzyiX0W0rAgsJwyB59zLFV4fgh1vB8kwGQvwgE6DRJxVGHjK6WpbecoE0lNX9C2JhHp5zLVbU-RUyE/s2048/343742206_1382806802286982_6959253604278239842_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1153" data-original-width="2048" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxipzUxO-TKSLAdVx4Y7abtgCirON6ZRIE-Z1adzw61gNPMgh1zCbRgVSSh14UbwHn_1gWw4dBCTfVAHsHUNxyB-Q5mHAJTP-d6xKum1Ir8ZzyiX0W0rAgsJwyB59zLFV4fgh1vB8kwGQvwgE6DRJxVGHjK6WpbecoE0lNX9C2JhHp5zLVbU-RUyE/w400-h225/343742206_1382806802286982_6959253604278239842_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">If the area behind the church is haunted, it is believed to be so because of the location's association with sick soldiers, ship's passengers and others who may have died in the port's hospital. Others believe the <i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">taotaomo'na</span></i> (ancestral spirits) trail leads down from the hills behind the church to the bay through that area.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU7GNVJfqO7wG_xy9KC0pif2GOzNDJvwh5_2vBAQN5YynswhfCFOJVIPRZdfIYjNCWLo4ItYRcrqIBgYMD6CEM_zMgy5VTNxzGSQCTJe_2OBkaLSys7_yborWvh5t-cvFbR4nRMrD45KpAdxZ5WkGOQkYhOxz5Xy7uQQwaLGH7Yn2O2ybsj7-eKTI/s2048/343706489_684693463463210_2372914505714165705_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1153" data-original-width="2048" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU7GNVJfqO7wG_xy9KC0pif2GOzNDJvwh5_2vBAQN5YynswhfCFOJVIPRZdfIYjNCWLo4ItYRcrqIBgYMD6CEM_zMgy5VTNxzGSQCTJe_2OBkaLSys7_yborWvh5t-cvFbR4nRMrD45KpAdxZ5WkGOQkYhOxz5Xy7uQQwaLGH7Yn2O2ybsj7-eKTI/w400-h225/343706489_684693463463210_2372914505714165705_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>FOUNDATION OF THE PALÅSYO COMPLEX STILL THERE</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>AN UGLY MAN</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">One Humåtak girl, in her teens, was playing behind the church one day with a few other teenage girls when she saw a man also behind the church. She was immediately frightened; it was hard for her to describe the man, but he was scary and she had never seen him before. She and the others ran away.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">But not long after she saw the ugly man walking toward her, and off she went screaming.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCeglrjIj1h3nYU7TX5hV1BFRV23Z5AWnEgKYI1AvH5Q940eeVLpSzQYY_KgvA6wNI4EX3n_VvMtVpkNkmzvJyaLIRiJh5LiZmgC1mJwe22q_DPHqp0_toJQi-rORrtlCjO--1m59-OD-b0-xuzLF2f1lo44c9yj2_3fohzPdMB1_cQZyDpY1x5h0/s275/Shadow%20Man.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="275" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCeglrjIj1h3nYU7TX5hV1BFRV23Z5AWnEgKYI1AvH5Q940eeVLpSzQYY_KgvA6wNI4EX3n_VvMtVpkNkmzvJyaLIRiJh5LiZmgC1mJwe22q_DPHqp0_toJQi-rORrtlCjO--1m59-OD-b0-xuzLF2f1lo44c9yj2_3fohzPdMB1_cQZyDpY1x5h0/w400-h266/Shadow%20Man.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Yet a third time she was in the bathroom and when she looked into the mirror, the ugly man was behind her. Out she went screaming. On and off, she would see the man. The man stopped appearing only after she had gotten married.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>A REMEDY</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDAoJZjwGh0ir8g2txBmSvjVy3bbLCrFp8f3PtvATN2rpIuz2cN23_o4ZkV24M_oIutp5hcMJ2ocmex_wInMoWVYI5J8YDIy9lP3Pn3sCOy_1T2JVkQFVDzQ980znQ21VXBo3c90PxeGBcTYMpQBdUhnvc2ExQzANvDhiF-_qdOs4z0tD4I2tZpyg/s600/2020_0405_mia_palmsunday_wenski_093w_1679085145.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="600" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDAoJZjwGh0ir8g2txBmSvjVy3bbLCrFp8f3PtvATN2rpIuz2cN23_o4ZkV24M_oIutp5hcMJ2ocmex_wInMoWVYI5J8YDIy9lP3Pn3sCOy_1T2JVkQFVDzQ980znQ21VXBo3c90PxeGBcTYMpQBdUhnvc2ExQzANvDhiF-_qdOs4z0tD4I2tZpyg/w400-h266/2020_0405_mia_palmsunday_wenski_093w_1679085145.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So the family of the teenage girl burnt some <i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">påtma bendita</span></i> (blessed palm) to ashes, then had a boy in the family (some say it has to be the oldest boy) urinate into the ashes just enough to make the ashes into a paste, and that they applied to the forehead of the girl. The scary, ugly man would disappear for a while. But not permanently until she got married.</div>palerichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018059430051734875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344139789383160789.post-63798564577489826922023-10-31T09:15:00.000+10:002023-10-31T09:15:13.507+10:00SEEING A SPIRIT<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZAkGteUvk1j3bXqRiG0XyAzeu6yEMB0xEVupDV_CeQo1QJjDv3x9m4ogRJXWTxb3ft_CR0SdqA-KlHWnNX_8vVj42KTxFPWBFpJjb30PU3jXa6VI2WGX_ayewX4fluELiRuo0p-fFgYiHBTA9uGboU7WPYwoxdM4fw73iDtudGZ_RmogwdqP7S5I/s476/Jungle%20Spirit.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="315" data-original-width="476" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZAkGteUvk1j3bXqRiG0XyAzeu6yEMB0xEVupDV_CeQo1QJjDv3x9m4ogRJXWTxb3ft_CR0SdqA-KlHWnNX_8vVj42KTxFPWBFpJjb30PU3jXa6VI2WGX_ayewX4fluELiRuo0p-fFgYiHBTA9uGboU7WPYwoxdM4fw73iDtudGZ_RmogwdqP7S5I/w400-h265/Jungle%20Spirit.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">If you ever go into the jungle and see a spirit, here's a guide what to say, provided to us by Pedro, who was taught by his grandmother :</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzgucVDh3Dfyp7jEf8bhtKAhKsOWYEMqyQmZNT0XZZBaEb4Wn2XNKKPPEcyFyW2aynY1UJZ39k3KeSc0FhTeg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Sesso de humånao si Pedro gi halom tåno' manaliligao åmot pat håyo pat masea håfa, ya ti ma'å'ñao si Pedro achok ha' guiya ha' na maisa humånao.</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">(<i>Pedro often went into the jungle looking for medicine or wood or whatever may be, and Pedro wasn't afraid even when he went by himself.</i>)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Finaisen gue' as Kiko', i amigu-ña, "Kao tåya' na ma'å'ñao hao na siña hao manli'e' espiritu gi halom tåno'?"</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">(<i>His friend Kiko' asked him, "Aren't you ever afraid that you might see a spirit in the jungle?</i>")</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Manoppe si Pedro, "Tåya', sa' ha fanå'gue yo' si nanå-ho biha håfa para bai ålok an siakåso na guaha håfa hu li'e'."</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">(<i>Pedro answered, "Never, because my grandmother taught me what to say if I ever see something.</i>")</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Mamaisen si Kiko', "Håfa?"</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">("<i>What?" Kiko' asked</i>.)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Manoppe si Pedro, "Siempre bai ålok, 'Yanggen anite hao, pues hånao tåtte para sasalåguan!'</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">(<i>Pedro replied, "I'll say, 'If you're a demon, then go back to hell!</i>')</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">'<b>Yanggen ånimas hao, bai tayuyute hao lao hånao tåtte para Putgatorio!'</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">('<i>If you're a Poor Soul, I will pray for you, but go back to Purgatory!</i>')</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>'Yanggen taotao hao, pues hånao tåtte para i gimå'-mo!'"</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">(<i>'If you're human, then go back to your house!')</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Pues mamaisen si Kiko', "Lao håfa para un ålok yanggen ginen i langet na espiritu?"</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">(<i>Then Kiko' asked, "But what will you say if it's a spirit from heaven?</i>")</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Ha hasso nåya si Pedro sa' tåya' håfa ilek-ña si nanå-ña biha pot ennao. Pues manoppe si Pedro, "Yanggen ginen i langet na espiritu, siempre bai ålok, 'Ayuda yo' sumodda' håfa hu aliligao!"</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">(<i>Pedro thought a while because his grandmother said nothing about that. Then Pedro answered, "If it's a heavenly spirit, I'll say, 'Help me find what I'm looking for!</i>'")</div><p></p>palerichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018059430051734875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344139789383160789.post-87394722000825665172023-10-24T08:05:00.001+10:002023-10-24T12:40:51.882+10:00SHOES, SLIPPERS AND NOTHING<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>SHOESTRING SET</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Socially elite Chamorro ladies with Americans in the 1910s</i></b></div>
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An American lady, the sister of the island's Governor at the time, Olga Dorn, wrote an article describing life as she saw it when she visited the island in 1909.<br />
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She described three classes of Chamorro women, all based on footwear!<br />
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The three classes, in her words, were the Shoestring Set, the Slipper Society and the Barefoot Brigade.<br />
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<b>SHOESTRING SET</b>. These were women of the socially elite class. Many of them had Spanish or other European blood. Their fathers occupied positions in the American government or in commerce. These ladies were very eager to adopt American fashions. They always wore shoes and stockings. These were the women often invited to American social events.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjycrf7tAGi8owuM5XsOKuSZPnPPmcIf33fwG54iAq97d5bU17g-vqO0QVMykRPQzSpUHWVixd3DYb8hyphenhyphenxWlfedOk-KLP3EMYyUCXw3kG2k3eT5ViXunTMig_yBx8eV8ahqsVqs3_N0rZtCSxjbJOdiyMdOPNoJg9QB49SK55uqCYDMBUVyeQO8SFRnpg/s917/Chamorro%20Barefoot.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="492" data-original-width="917" height="215" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjycrf7tAGi8owuM5XsOKuSZPnPPmcIf33fwG54iAq97d5bU17g-vqO0QVMykRPQzSpUHWVixd3DYb8hyphenhyphenxWlfedOk-KLP3EMYyUCXw3kG2k3eT5ViXunTMig_yBx8eV8ahqsVqs3_N0rZtCSxjbJOdiyMdOPNoJg9QB49SK55uqCYDMBUVyeQO8SFRnpg/w400-h215/Chamorro%20Barefoot.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>SCHOOLGIRLS </b></div>
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Some with shoes, some without</i></b></div><div><br />
<b><br /></b></div><div><b>SLIPPER SOCIETY</b>. These were a much larger group of Chamorro women who clung to the fashion of their mothers and grandmothers. Many of them also had Spanish or some European blood in them, but their preference was for the fashions of old. They mainly wore the <i><span style="color: blue;">mestiza </span></i>dress and heelless, flat slippers with no stockings. These women were almost never invited to American social events. Among the Chamorros themselves, many of these women were considered elite and prestigious, but they occupied a different world than the Americans.<br />
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<b>BAREFOOT BRIGADE</b>. These women were of the poorer class who generally went around without any footwear at all. <br />
<br />Today, everybody wears something on their feet. Usually.</div>palerichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018059430051734875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344139789383160789.post-26799428101135195362023-10-17T07:52:00.002+10:002023-10-30T09:44:54.219+10:00NO MORE PLANE RIDES<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLIwpphMz7oIw0lDt0UkX8WNbSlweQm1EaXmCaB5_23UyqyjNf2TVQ_wB34ujqN1NIFdjTJu3q4QLzgrF1E-zkp-IbhjdnCQMRGsX_zZwpzwRFdMHT-KpC0D2zldd5bADmiPwsRXu8uwsZ_d7xw4XBkQoAs1YXwVxT1WJhbnnu0HdME5sBenizw2gbCg/s370/Zoilo%20Camacho.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="370" data-original-width="321" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLIwpphMz7oIw0lDt0UkX8WNbSlweQm1EaXmCaB5_23UyqyjNf2TVQ_wB34ujqN1NIFdjTJu3q4QLzgrF1E-zkp-IbhjdnCQMRGsX_zZwpzwRFdMHT-KpC0D2zldd5bADmiPwsRXu8uwsZ_d7xw4XBkQoAs1YXwVxT1WJhbnnu0HdME5sBenizw2gbCg/s320/Zoilo%20Camacho.jpg" width="278" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Monsignor Zoilo LG Camacho was known for a few things.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Building round churches, for one. Like San Vicente in Barrigada and Santa Barbara in Dededo.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Farming. A good portion of almost every day was spent growing fruits and vegetables. Even I received a nice watermelon from him one time.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">But what not a whole lot of people knew about him was his loathing of air travel. Monsignor avoided flying on a plane if he could. If it meant not attending some event off-island, so be it. He would not board the plane.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzpW7ZZH2eW2jf8S-IBjHHt-Zq0-Gzml1lUugSfK9pkC7-ov2-GbkGk47PxyRhv6vlP89rVz8-Ce2yyhHbxLualIS6jo8ZymGEfKatO6wqfDHZA0t500-1CbZ9J6YZrxCPepqQbsifYl-GXktMOvRAiYLFArW74nDw_wjba8MYaxHBs19nCO0y41Dnow/s561/Zoilo_Camacho.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="403" data-original-width="561" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzpW7ZZH2eW2jf8S-IBjHHt-Zq0-Gzml1lUugSfK9pkC7-ov2-GbkGk47PxyRhv6vlP89rVz8-Ce2yyhHbxLualIS6jo8ZymGEfKatO6wqfDHZA0t500-1CbZ9J6YZrxCPepqQbsifYl-GXktMOvRAiYLFArW74nDw_wjba8MYaxHBs19nCO0y41Dnow/w400-h288/Zoilo_Camacho.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">On July 14, 1960, Father (he was not Monsignor, yet) Zoilo was flying from Okinawa to Manila on a Northwest Orient plane. His intention was to proceed from Manila to India to visit his sister, a missionary nun, whom he had not seen in 22 years.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">At 320AM in the dead of night, the pilot reported that one of his engines had "run away." This means the engine was getting extra fuel from an unintended source (often a fuel or oil leak), making the engine run faster. The lack of lubrication for a faster-running engine means the engine could catch fire, and if it doesn't catch fire it will most likely break anyway.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The pilot said he could do nothing about the runaway engine, so only time would tell. An hour after reporting the runaway engine, the engine caught on fire. Dawn had not come yet and it was still dark, but the pilot decided the best thing to do was land in the sea. He was near Polillo Island, around 85 miles from Manila.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXrK3qUI93sogIgRFAZnKpKP0Aw7ecKD4mTlj1aUekzEyhJCx9rDgiBm_U1u_UtrXelm-6JrItbWi0YfvFDIA3v4S6JsWr0FkoOq2aTBxmykwZRI_UwVDnrqc8JSxw5_4qdATayLK3GHR3KUZFjJX0D1_XcoUwUXi_WB5B0Z5cZJX2Aq9Tv-8L9QXQ5Q/s473/7f07b771938380cc11a1dc0c5828a421.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="425" data-original-width="473" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXrK3qUI93sogIgRFAZnKpKP0Aw7ecKD4mTlj1aUekzEyhJCx9rDgiBm_U1u_UtrXelm-6JrItbWi0YfvFDIA3v4S6JsWr0FkoOq2aTBxmykwZRI_UwVDnrqc8JSxw5_4qdATayLK3GHR3KUZFjJX0D1_XcoUwUXi_WB5B0Z5cZJX2Aq9Tv-8L9QXQ5Q/w400-h360/7f07b771938380cc11a1dc0c5828a421.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The plane landed in the sea just as safely as it could. Everyone got wet, lost their footwear and luggage, but there were no serious injuries or loss of life except for one passenger. American amphibious planes based in the Philippines rescued the crew and passengers. The survivors had calmly gotten into four or five life rafts after deplaning. There was only one other passenger from Guam, a businessman named Alfred Minot.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ZnQWvX-mA_4K6bY6Dfj5ifVjOCrieCzeTgf8N95cVrSrrMWmhSHxo3pNLf1caLHL3aUMhb8QEujOdDX03VQSSzgymcysM-P0J6cM9fGt3wOplNxodubF4AOd7fcx9iJyQ8nHhsq00nYgzQEA4v5BFEhqOxoUFLIniCBJZnWin3hjAHL1qBwHbkDX1w/s1912/Bridget%20Macaraeg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1912" data-original-width="1439" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ZnQWvX-mA_4K6bY6Dfj5ifVjOCrieCzeTgf8N95cVrSrrMWmhSHxo3pNLf1caLHL3aUMhb8QEujOdDX03VQSSzgymcysM-P0J6cM9fGt3wOplNxodubF4AOd7fcx9iJyQ8nHhsq00nYgzQEA4v5BFEhqOxoUFLIniCBJZnWin3hjAHL1qBwHbkDX1w/w301-h400/Bridget%20Macaraeg.jpg" width="301" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>BRIDGET MACARAEG</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>(photo from the Macaraeg family)</i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Father Zoilo was taken to the San Juan de Dios Hospital in Manila for 24-hour observation, even though he had sustained no injuries. There he met a Guam resident, Mrs Bridget Macaraeg, wife of physician Dr Godofredo Macaraeg, who was in the Philippines for a visit. She reported that, besides losing his shoes, Father Zoilo had lost his eye glasses (as well as everything else he had on board).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Father Zoilo told Mrs Macaraeg that the pilot made all the necessary announcements and the passengers put on their life vests. Some people on the descending plane asked Fr Zoilo to hear their confessions, and he did. I wonder where?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The plane hit the water with just a strong jolt. Then it was a matter of life or death to exit the plane, now filling with smoke from the burning engine slowly going out from the ocean water. One female passenger, in a panic, clung to the plane but Father Zoilo managed to get her into a life raft.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The one passenger who died, an elderly woman, reportedly died of a heart attack. Her body was recovered.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The plane sank in less than ten minutes. The rescue operations took four hours to complete. Fortunately, the sun was up by then.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Despite the crash landing, Father Zoilo did proceed, by plane, to Hong Kong then India to meet his sister. Then back to Guam, all by plane.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">But, after that, Monsignor Zoilo avoided flying on a plane as much as possible.</div><p></p>palerichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018059430051734875noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344139789383160789.post-86944343466405897942023-10-12T10:51:00.000+10:002023-10-12T10:51:11.202+10:00WHY NINE NIGHTS?<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL77NecvSraBjDqubE1pL3jaZYkk2NB7HhxnfTrPPQLjzyzxQo4_so2DbBagOpC7kQtbOCpJv-KdQ64lfsBFwH7ku2O-fGAzpH5obWC54cJrySGNFM87mqoOKo2Z83q7mLdCshgx4m7yEAwfDXa2qhpnGDdYyWxSEXlwDHQhuV_WVYGMdbpFPpVwIqVQ/s259/images%20(37).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="194" data-original-width="259" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL77NecvSraBjDqubE1pL3jaZYkk2NB7HhxnfTrPPQLjzyzxQo4_so2DbBagOpC7kQtbOCpJv-KdQ64lfsBFwH7ku2O-fGAzpH5obWC54cJrySGNFM87mqoOKo2Z83q7mLdCshgx4m7yEAwfDXa2qhpnGDdYyWxSEXlwDHQhuV_WVYGMdbpFPpVwIqVQ/w400-h300/images%20(37).jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: left;">Most Chamorro Catholics will start praying a rosary as a family, with friends and others joining, the day someone in the family passes away. It lasts for nine days or nights.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Why nine?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The devotion is Catholic and so the answer is to be found in the Catholic religion, and not in the Chamorro culture itself.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>NINE DAYS OF PRAYER</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDFMNYHJ7lLJ9oT0bwRqqQDJoZcqRtDWLTpDR83e593riC4nShoSPhlz8tkCy1eOsOtcOhBcbwESAarfG-yAfOfVXZBQlwp2i8tUNOuqYAa1AlrS2mzJaq9hYSNnU_CmkVpvkkYcUpQwVudA6PM5uGjHwqBdVhr93uWH2LIeOdenx6hyplHz6cQBKP3w/s588/pentecostes_4_588x353.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="353" data-original-width="588" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDFMNYHJ7lLJ9oT0bwRqqQDJoZcqRtDWLTpDR83e593riC4nShoSPhlz8tkCy1eOsOtcOhBcbwESAarfG-yAfOfVXZBQlwp2i8tUNOuqYAa1AlrS2mzJaq9hYSNnU_CmkVpvkkYcUpQwVudA6PM5uGjHwqBdVhr93uWH2LIeOdenx6hyplHz6cQBKP3w/w400-h240/pentecostes_4_588x353.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>WHEN THE HOLY SPIRIT CAME</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>on the 10th day</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">When Jesus returned to Heaven, body and soul, on Ascension Thursday, He told the Apostles to return to the Upper Room and pray for the coming of the Holy Spirit. The Holy Spirit would come and remain with the Church, with the Apostles and with every believer until Jesus comes back again at the end of the world. The Holy Spirit would be the friend, the advocate, the consoler, the enlightener, the guide of the Church till the end of the world.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So the Holy Spirit would be a great grace, and Jesus told the Apostles to pray for the coming of that great grace, that great favor, the Holy Spirit.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So from Thursday, when they started praying, till the following day Friday, is one day. Count nine days of prayer and that takes you to Saturday. And the great grace, the great favor, came the following day, Pentecost Sunday. The Holy Spirit came down upon all the Apostles, the Blessed Mother and others on the 10th day. So, the favor asked for 9 days came on the 10th.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">A period of NINE DAYS is called a NOVENA. It comes from the Latin word for NINE, which is NOVEM. The month of NOVEMBER used to be the NINTH month on the Roman calendar.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We pray novenas to some saints. In these novenas, we ask that saint to pray to God for us to grant us a favor, a grace, which we hope to receive at the end of the novena, just as the Apostles prayed for nine days and after that received the great grace of the Holy Spirit.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguDs0ElEO7-LFj-iZtyjseLZUd50I-GdWujmDwyuO7_tVhW3IQDHJ69Jl0vbxHBo9zLqSAOEIDbvjbLAh1kDaC3Jqc5VF5wUZgR2ZXXouI8KlkbJTacSy83rn0S1-nkO9cTWMAqlvDf-2kRGuk3I1oMZplU4rXSvKuSMkT056s6rY669T_-iB8bXw4uw/s1600/WhatsApp-Image-2023-06-23-at-2.10.13-PM.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1154" data-original-width="1600" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguDs0ElEO7-LFj-iZtyjseLZUd50I-GdWujmDwyuO7_tVhW3IQDHJ69Jl0vbxHBo9zLqSAOEIDbvjbLAh1kDaC3Jqc5VF5wUZgR2ZXXouI8KlkbJTacSy83rn0S1-nkO9cTWMAqlvDf-2kRGuk3I1oMZplU4rXSvKuSMkT056s6rY669T_-iB8bXw4uw/w400-h289/WhatsApp-Image-2023-06-23-at-2.10.13-PM.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>CANDY TAMAN'S ROSARY SCHEDULE</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>The 1st night not there because it started before this could be put in the newspaper</i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">When we pray for the dead, we are asking God to have mercy on them, shorten their time in Purgatory and to take them to heaven as soon as possible. That is the request, the great favor or grace wanted.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And, like the Apostles and Mary, we pray for NINE DAYS (or nights) asking for this great favor and grace. It is a NOVENA (series of nine) of ROSARIES for the deceased. Jesus told us that God hears our prayers, so we believe and so we do!</div>palerichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018059430051734875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344139789383160789.post-87423867354918931952023-10-03T08:26:00.004+10:002023-10-04T20:27:29.382+10:00SALAKLULA'<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicrNVOtAJbER3s1sgeydzBSC5GM8_eJFENaSbySiKaIRTQmAddgK7J4i9A6MzBp2aPUf5kbU8WvLOx7xjEfZz-lP0u3dxl8b7F8kNua2wJW2RrJu8EtiS5hY1T81cW6M5e_ycwT_kiWQbKItu_I7a9jjgd3lGPn8oRVtsf6-bMLgIGlJMjWBUpQa81qg/s968/Inarajan%20Pool.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="605" data-original-width="968" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicrNVOtAJbER3s1sgeydzBSC5GM8_eJFENaSbySiKaIRTQmAddgK7J4i9A6MzBp2aPUf5kbU8WvLOx7xjEfZz-lP0u3dxl8b7F8kNua2wJW2RrJu8EtiS5hY1T81cW6M5e_ycwT_kiWQbKItu_I7a9jjgd3lGPn8oRVtsf6-bMLgIGlJMjWBUpQa81qg/w400-h250/Inarajan%20Pool.PNG" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">SALAKLULA' (or INARAJAN POOL)</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>YT : Cris Paul Adventures</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It's one of Guam's more famous seaside scenes. Locals love it just as much as tourists.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Everyone knows it as Inarajan Pool, but the area's Chamorro name is SALAKLULA'. There's a glota at the end, so be sure to voice it.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNmGpxT7lsdVieNAIeSux1SWTzc4iMK79pL0jlk4Y6RPHtoMXcDsbMJZNfvqcl8WbuOPm7Kpdp3VY0AlzrriW-9k7WOpbV8c1lkTsixgp3zZ1LRlz4E6w0Yzjh_S0CIZRyPvJ4ZGwaODej7a4Uh5rytUVn6ZN9-BGLnJb6gfiPP3T9YS4vbkLVZMD9vg/s565/Salaklula'.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="523" data-original-width="565" height="370" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNmGpxT7lsdVieNAIeSux1SWTzc4iMK79pL0jlk4Y6RPHtoMXcDsbMJZNfvqcl8WbuOPm7Kpdp3VY0AlzrriW-9k7WOpbV8c1lkTsixgp3zZ1LRlz4E6w0Yzjh_S0CIZRyPvJ4ZGwaODej7a4Uh5rytUVn6ZN9-BGLnJb6gfiPP3T9YS4vbkLVZMD9vg/w400-h370/Salaklula'.PNG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm sure people have been swimming in it for centuries, but it didn't get the island-wide attention it now has until the 1960s. Keep in mind that Guam didn't have a "beach" mentality in the old days as we do now. Certainly people went to the beach and swam, but not with as much importance as we do now. The sea was mainly a source of food, there wasn't a culture of "recreation" back then and "sports" meant cockfighting in the old days.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">People say that Inarajan Pool is NATURAL, but that is not totally true. Man has left his fingerprints on it for a while now.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha0erxQPG_WcpXGeTUKD9nFVjcg6CHZoYDa2Hwdrk6x5r3GHmbLJVr2MqRZYq4MYWHB8R16EADMutemx6Y8moD4V692HYQnTedTYXU9PFBVfutqxGNXrH5AjHrIxnVeDdnr51SOcA4EvusOuK6O7NSQ67jXdrwY8tKVb9MV8od17Rnf2ZzIeSpUemqTQ/s1292/Inarajan_Pool.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="342" data-original-width="1292" height="106" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha0erxQPG_WcpXGeTUKD9nFVjcg6CHZoYDa2Hwdrk6x5r3GHmbLJVr2MqRZYq4MYWHB8R16EADMutemx6Y8moD4V692HYQnTedTYXU9PFBVfutqxGNXrH5AjHrIxnVeDdnr51SOcA4EvusOuK6O7NSQ67jXdrwY8tKVb9MV8od17Rnf2ZzIeSpUemqTQ/w400-h106/Inarajan_Pool.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>1966</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The first mention of Inarajan Pool in Guam's newspaper after the war was in 1966 when the Inarajan Social Improvement Club took it upon themselves to turn Salaklula' into a public swimming pool.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">By 1966, the naturally-formed pool was BLASTED to open up more spaces and deepen the pool. Next, Ken Jones and the J&G people sent a crane down to DREDGE the blasted pool and remove the debris left over from the blasting. They would also cement the edges around the pool to smooth them out.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And, after that, the pool has had a life of its own; some highs and some lows. Besides the thousands who have had loads of fun swimming there, over the years it has taken a beating from typhoons, became a dumping ground for people's trash, polluted and almost ignored because of it (with government warnings to avoid it). As recent as 2015 a man had a heart attack while in the pool and drowned as he went under the water.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMnP4AqLGyV5z8LEfOz_lNmCYVA5T7l7jnv6-KEqwRhkzKRCd1FI37LuRSGGBz1JuzcERzKIYiGrfyQoY5B1Y-cbc0uKpW30s3h3P6y29L_6qT98RejwYz2J8geNuEcm0h81idNl9hYtcTEBJF8It4zwXOrYx35idAWMtHiu3VXOwGh5SFWYDdwzz9tQ/s465/465_Inarajan-Natural-Pool.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="465" height="258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMnP4AqLGyV5z8LEfOz_lNmCYVA5T7l7jnv6-KEqwRhkzKRCd1FI37LuRSGGBz1JuzcERzKIYiGrfyQoY5B1Y-cbc0uKpW30s3h3P6y29L_6qT98RejwYz2J8geNuEcm0h81idNl9hYtcTEBJF8It4zwXOrYx35idAWMtHiu3VXOwGh5SFWYDdwzz9tQ/w400-h258/465_Inarajan-Natural-Pool.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">But, problems get solved; the government funds improvements and the pool remains a popular place. People swim, jump into the pool and BBQ in the picnic pavilions. The government has built ample parking, toilets and showers.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>THE MEANING OF SALAKLULA'</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">A few elderly people in Inalåhan tell me that SALAK was a children's mispronunciation of SÅDDOK which means "river." When kids told their parents they were going to swim in the pool, they'd say SALAK instead of SÅDDOK (even though a pool is not a river).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">This differs from Påle' Román who says in his 1932 Chamorro dictionary that SALAK is connected with a word that means to line up two-by-two. What that has to do with the pool is beyond me. Maybe nothing.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">They also say that LULA' means "to harvest <i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">suni</span></i> (taro)." So their interpretation is that SALAKLULA' means "river for harvesting <i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">suni</span></i>." Påle' Román does say that <i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">lula</span></i>' means "to harvest <i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">suni</span></i>." I'm not just 100% sure about the <i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">salak</span></i> part.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>WHAT ABOUT "SALUKLULA?</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd887TuBf_zWf0FPHmp9HaY6Y8VbeiOZlJSnu0EkYf2uZq9bVfyt6XQS_lKmebjOSgYJ9TaDGhe8Jdubm-DaVOleAZqUKoJQZ7i3Ent2jZwZFz7PyyDW5X1KcQjLRuFjISq2BtC6CoQAGNLstiLP8-z5N1N1rV0qGq97BSWzp1yVLVwg80JSRg1RjLNg/s443/Saluglula.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="96" data-original-width="443" height="86" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd887TuBf_zWf0FPHmp9HaY6Y8VbeiOZlJSnu0EkYf2uZq9bVfyt6XQS_lKmebjOSgYJ9TaDGhe8Jdubm-DaVOleAZqUKoJQZ7i3Ent2jZwZFz7PyyDW5X1KcQjLRuFjISq2BtC6CoQAGNLstiLP8-z5N1N1rV0qGq97BSWzp1yVLVwg80JSRg1RjLNg/w400-h86/Saluglula.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Just to confuse us even more, SALAKLULA' has also been called SALUKLULA by others, and it makes a tempting alternative because there is a word SALUK (or SALOK).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">SALUK means a "gorge, pass, gully, ravine, channel or canal."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">One can see how the pool can be considered almost any one of those in a broad sense; basically a drop in the terrain surrounded by walls of earth.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">As enticing as this alternative might be for others, I have a few reasons for hesitating.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">1. As far as I know, no name for the Inarajan Pool area shows up on any map at all that I have seen (starting in the 1800s) until the 1968 Geological Survey map, where the name is SALAGLULA, as in earlier in this blog post.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">2. SALUGLULA starts to appear in the Guam Daily News in the late 1960s. But so does SALAGLULA. So BOTH names run concurrently all through the media from the 1960s until the 2010s. Since the 2010s, the media uses SALAKLULA' a bit more. So it's hard to argue which name is correct when both names appear more or less in equal numbers in print.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHwAxMjcDDk4w3zF5B5thLuXYPQ8or4OAV7ubNhl3N1LZ8KcehtR0cxs5TLAV9hfor1ENMR9dBMBdlaqUFSsMP_jODD-z8ESKjiXCDtbeSrMWhmAemRad5rLy9duwxdlIOPfzucmgJ3OkaKx146eEM2FWbEoM0Pv1WoTwIK-mPNnfEExAaiLkhSeb9TQ/s738/Salaglula_2000_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="738" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHwAxMjcDDk4w3zF5B5thLuXYPQ8or4OAV7ubNhl3N1LZ8KcehtR0cxs5TLAV9hfor1ENMR9dBMBdlaqUFSsMP_jODD-z8ESKjiXCDtbeSrMWhmAemRad5rLy9duwxdlIOPfzucmgJ3OkaKx146eEM2FWbEoM0Pv1WoTwIK-mPNnfEExAaiLkhSeb9TQ/w400-h216/Salaglula_2000_.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>The Year 2000</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">3. OLDER VILLAGERS, unrelated and not with me at the same time, told me quite clearly that the name is SALAKLULA'.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>MISTAKEN SIGN</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPL58hPTJFuJduBLlXjhI46qe6d5TjEWk8LypvJiw8tRo4oypHLRQm30WEI_qbXbFMBISvnB35-68ohMZR3zCh1PFl0WCaCKW5qB8yZ86HxBwwkBwSdebqWDkwFlhO1TU01G0fVkyPnmyWzP-z_-n4WUnQoFdUxro4Ti-u2l9otjRlf9SYqCF_lit7gw/s853/382245071_696880668571717_8925540340855616904_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="494" data-original-width="853" height="231" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPL58hPTJFuJduBLlXjhI46qe6d5TjEWk8LypvJiw8tRo4oypHLRQm30WEI_qbXbFMBISvnB35-68ohMZR3zCh1PFl0WCaCKW5qB8yZ86HxBwwkBwSdebqWDkwFlhO1TU01G0fVkyPnmyWzP-z_-n4WUnQoFdUxro4Ti-u2l9otjRlf9SYqCF_lit7gw/w400-h231/382245071_696880668571717_8925540340855616904_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Parks & Rec is trying to promote the Chamorro name for Inarajan Pool, but they need to correct the sign.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">SAULAGLULA means "to whip Lula." <i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Saolak</span></i> (to whip).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The name is SALAKLULA', not Saulaglula.</div>palerichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018059430051734875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344139789383160789.post-69199493351934632202023-09-26T10:51:00.000+10:002023-09-26T10:51:44.483+10:00WHEN PÅLE' FELL ASLEEP IN CONFESSION<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhal2EtJA_HgHbOH7Zurl2TFg99LWrBkYas98NTTNEbWUMLRJ_Qvq21oKk2y97WMWLpawWK0gXSG7ORzx-vKWUnivLBhkryxMhCPagtRHSX9VWIlqWWcc8OYDKTlX16DtRmDF4_1giokq0UyKCpbHcWLOQv2fR4wOhiXrAyGJy6a1PaibO-fImjcNI/s243/Yawning%20Priest.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="174" data-original-width="243" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhal2EtJA_HgHbOH7Zurl2TFg99LWrBkYas98NTTNEbWUMLRJ_Qvq21oKk2y97WMWLpawWK0gXSG7ORzx-vKWUnivLBhkryxMhCPagtRHSX9VWIlqWWcc8OYDKTlX16DtRmDF4_1giokq0UyKCpbHcWLOQv2fR4wOhiXrAyGJy6a1PaibO-fImjcNI/w400-h286/Yawning%20Priest.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Humålom gi konfesionårio si Rita ya ha sangåne si Påle' na mañåkke gue' la'uya.</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>(Rita went into the confessional and told the priest that she had stolen a pot.)</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Ayo ha' na momento, malingo maigo'-ña si Påle' ya ha tutuhon maigo'. Pot i tåya' håfa ilelek-ña si Påle', må'pos ha' si Rita ya humålom otro na palao'an gi konfesionårio.</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>(At that very moment, Father fell asleep. Because the priest wasn't saying anything, Rita left and another woman came into the confessional.)</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Gigon dumimo i nuebo na palao'an, gotpe ha' makmåta si Påle' ya ilek-ña, "Ya håfa ta'lo pot i la'uya ni un såkke."</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>(As soon as the new woman knelt down, Father suddenly awoke and said, "And tell me more about the pot you stole.")</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Manoppe i palao'an, "Tåya' na mañåkke yo' la'uya Påle'! Fana'an mamaigo' hao gi durånten i konfesion!"</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>(The woman replied, "I have never stolen a pot, Father! I think you're sleeping during confession!")</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Ilek-ña si Påle', "Pues empas hit! Sa' guaha na mamaigo' hao gi durånten setmon-ho!"</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>(The priest said, "Then we're even! Because sometimes you sleep during my sermon!")</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/dB3js61awXk" width="320" youtube-src-id="dB3js61awXk"></iframe></div><br /><i><br /></i></div>palerichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018059430051734875noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344139789383160789.post-56701347934312362952023-09-19T07:22:00.007+10:002023-09-19T07:51:54.505+10:00KÅNTA : KUMPLEAÑOS-HO<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqbWoWI2X2SE8GKVygi-cWIGuaEs8Hoxbi1WXSfBap3oDmUVRU6NKw-5kcgOVg15cKJucgcaid1yu8cW65TPcT96lomfIGDTW_yzAqGzQ34yIbfrXonH7kykfa4NlVzsvgL0jsZGMx5OwX6UEWSd3ccxs2xh32eoLKF9fzrga_Fs9QceH5P5khAOac5A/s335/Happy%20Bday%20To%20Me.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="335" data-original-width="293" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqbWoWI2X2SE8GKVygi-cWIGuaEs8Hoxbi1WXSfBap3oDmUVRU6NKw-5kcgOVg15cKJucgcaid1yu8cW65TPcT96lomfIGDTW_yzAqGzQ34yIbfrXonH7kykfa4NlVzsvgL0jsZGMx5OwX6UEWSd3ccxs2xh32eoLKF9fzrga_Fs9QceH5P5khAOac5A/w350-h400/Happy%20Bday%20To%20Me.PNG" width="350" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: left;">Sung by Alfred Saures</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/pfjFpWG_fX4" width="320" youtube-src-id="pfjFpWG_fX4"></iframe></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>LYRICS</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>På’go i ha’ånen kumpleaños-ho</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>(Today is my birthday)</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Siempre bai hu magof</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>(I surely will be happy)</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Lao sen ti månnge’ nene</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>(But baby it's surely not pleasant)</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Sa’ taigue hao gi fi’on-ho.</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>(because you're not by my side.)</i></div><p class="MsoNormal"><i><o:p></o:p></i></p>
<div style="text-align: left;"><b>I regålo malago’-ho</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>(The gift that I want)</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Nai i chiku-mo yan hågo.</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>(which is you and your kiss.)</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>En lugåt hu ågang hao ya ilek-ho</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>(Instead I called you and said)</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Biba Kumpleåños para guåho.</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>(Happy Birthday to myself.)</i></div><p class="MsoNormal"><i><o:p></o:p></i></p>
<div style="text-align: left;"><b>Humånao yo’ na maisa para i gima’</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>(I went home by myself)</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Ya hu songgiye un danges ya hu desea.</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>(and I lit a candle and made a wish.)</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Hu baba un dikkike’ na pakete</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>(I opened a small package)</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Ni hu fahånen maisa yo’</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>(which I bought for myself)</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Ya ilek-ho Biba Kumpleåños para guåho.</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>(and said Happy Birthday to myself.)</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS6hBtTBU5sd3R_idlnqbfiUFqZWM9szD7-6BneLmDY1GhYx5TbtuIEoIOsvc0dusCAudhNdLMGF03DF6HiQomYKIJfM2rKEBxkLLl0XE31TecuZVnS8abxijPfJBLD4kZ0JQlOlASiNcJVeqOtHZWyC-Mj2Si7feZ3boNPoDUAO8EKQ8riDLUdhVveg/s170/hqdefault%20(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="153" data-original-width="170" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS6hBtTBU5sd3R_idlnqbfiUFqZWM9szD7-6BneLmDY1GhYx5TbtuIEoIOsvc0dusCAudhNdLMGF03DF6HiQomYKIJfM2rKEBxkLLl0XE31TecuZVnS8abxijPfJBLD4kZ0JQlOlASiNcJVeqOtHZWyC-Mj2Si7feZ3boNPoDUAO8EKQ8riDLUdhVveg/w320-h288/hqdefault%20(2).jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>ALFRED SAURES</b></div>palerichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018059430051734875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344139789383160789.post-13151934184958097842023-09-13T08:12:00.000+10:002023-09-13T08:12:25.952+10:00I CHALÅN-TA : PICK-A-NAIL ROAD<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8khKpAFJ4gVWHggBm7Ds374g7pUFV3Oj0RxsnUZG9iFEpVTsMn40YW-nX1rh1Lw8u1LKIBMtHIxxvexH5YV3N8p5a0jVNHWFdgPfxaPxoR4HM6TShx4TxYlR5g91glileHwUBIqgLLWGxyPQXVPbMymOFDC1rDMRa_YmtyKnsHe_zx5_tec0gdCsx0w/s372/Pick_A_Nail%20(1).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="86" data-original-width="372" height="93" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8khKpAFJ4gVWHggBm7Ds374g7pUFV3Oj0RxsnUZG9iFEpVTsMn40YW-nX1rh1Lw8u1LKIBMtHIxxvexH5YV3N8p5a0jVNHWFdgPfxaPxoR4HM6TShx4TxYlR5g91glileHwUBIqgLLWGxyPQXVPbMymOFDC1rDMRa_YmtyKnsHe_zx5_tec0gdCsx0w/w400-h93/Pick_A_Nail%20(1).jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: left;">You won't find a street sign calling it PICK-A-NAIL ROAD.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">You won't find a street sign calling it anything. No street sign survived the last typhoon.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And although officially it is GUERRERO ROAD (some say DRIVE), a lot of people still call it by its old name : PICK-A-NAIL ROAD (some say STREET).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">How did this street get such an unusual name?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>A MESSY, INDUSTRIAL PLACE</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWMtIgvg1p1C74BIjlGqCf5e-1omlsvsMKFNYFDvhIDbc1JrfW88TJIeM-RjoVZcYyOw8r0YRimVGd5uGM0D6BUF8-TeyyhgltV1AB-0VAQ3LQ_6VPhNWAgacNJF50i7DOsVeAfokxCuGyQ1zUM0jkqppUAT3QzPvMt7w6159OH46Djf7Jg2e7IL736w/s942/Pickanail3.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="481" data-original-width="942" height="204" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWMtIgvg1p1C74BIjlGqCf5e-1omlsvsMKFNYFDvhIDbc1JrfW88TJIeM-RjoVZcYyOw8r0YRimVGd5uGM0D6BUF8-TeyyhgltV1AB-0VAQ3LQ_6VPhNWAgacNJF50i7DOsVeAfokxCuGyQ1zUM0jkqppUAT3QzPvMt7w6159OH46Djf7Jg2e7IL736w/w400-h204/Pickanail3.PNG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">As you can see from the satellite map of Pick-A-Nail Road, it lies in the middle of heavily built-up, commercial Tamuning.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">That particular area of Tamuning has always been the site of warehouses, industrial and mechanical supply stores, dredging companies, automobile services, roofing companies....you get the idea.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So the road back in the day was a bit messy, with nails, screws, bolts....you name it.....strewn about.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Joe Murphy, a columnist for the <i>Guam Daily News</i> (and later the <i>Pacific Daily News</i>), wrote in 1968 that someone decided to name the street himself and put up a sign saying <b>PICK UP A NAIL STREET</b>.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsgPQgFea_RlI_b_eKCr1e1s4uJVVnrkJBPcQjUph5THPzhfsHp4jGxXHwZ9S-YgMColSXY4WC-HTbuf7qTtXWkOmPg6QLsiMuS2a47rNVonMQnNbiMDKEeTquDPoYSQ2Eg62RP22uTZE4YDc26crexvK1QmVnzWk2KK9MuU93Mms66uDSGK0gOSVeRg/s1172/Pick_A_Nail.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="196" data-original-width="1172" height="68" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsgPQgFea_RlI_b_eKCr1e1s4uJVVnrkJBPcQjUph5THPzhfsHp4jGxXHwZ9S-YgMColSXY4WC-HTbuf7qTtXWkOmPg6QLsiMuS2a47rNVonMQnNbiMDKEeTquDPoYSQ2Eg62RP22uTZE4YDc26crexvK1QmVnzWk2KK9MuU93Mms66uDSGK0gOSVeRg/w400-h68/Pick_A_Nail.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">In other words, the street was so cluttered you could go and pick up a nail there anytime. Or maybe, help clean up the street by picking up a nail!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Sometime in the 1990s the street was officially named GUERRERO ROAD (or DRIVE). But a lot of people still call it by its old name.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Modern maps even put both names down, the old and the new.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIg7mL2UANEo_X2-aKYShxuSr_QKHNEWe40lxh-fvo7X-wjU5TqfebyWo0nbU9nY4q-Tk_cxuMGvmcTaZd2A17zbb5yBdznbrXPkG3G8YN5AdbNzxmdZvgJASaV3FUtriv6_QqMN_LcdP_HfjlYMotJsBAOhdUJDIpbSgsBqEEZIJlMPrr3gOyeyaYKg/s700/Pickanail2.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="507" data-original-width="700" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIg7mL2UANEo_X2-aKYShxuSr_QKHNEWe40lxh-fvo7X-wjU5TqfebyWo0nbU9nY4q-Tk_cxuMGvmcTaZd2A17zbb5yBdznbrXPkG3G8YN5AdbNzxmdZvgJASaV3FUtriv6_QqMN_LcdP_HfjlYMotJsBAOhdUJDIpbSgsBqEEZIJlMPrr3gOyeyaYKg/w400-h290/Pickanail2.PNG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>OLD AND NEW NAMES TOGETHER</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">For those who may not be familiar at all with Pick-A-Nail Road, just remember that it lies in between AK and Denny's on Marine Corps Drive.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqkhSpzCIwLBP4G_dqnEnBrNXCuf4jQPo0YaH2BmliRM8aZWHTWQOOoFF3kD0fb4vPPlgAg4h7-OXqq-DIsRz4FKfBlMIMOsZoIFNnKE7fxpYzvAyhlpNhqyx0HbQQpBwR6qfe_w8SbVEiDRSGJBWZlvgmRFleM3zm3IZqbT84aitHchAy6xCAhJHYiQ/s2048/377097806_1031875064504382_1549789044174253936_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1368" data-original-width="2048" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqkhSpzCIwLBP4G_dqnEnBrNXCuf4jQPo0YaH2BmliRM8aZWHTWQOOoFF3kD0fb4vPPlgAg4h7-OXqq-DIsRz4FKfBlMIMOsZoIFNnKE7fxpYzvAyhlpNhqyx0HbQQpBwR6qfe_w8SbVEiDRSGJBWZlvgmRFleM3zm3IZqbT84aitHchAy6xCAhJHYiQ/w400-h268/377097806_1031875064504382_1549789044174253936_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So, is Pick-A-Nail Road still so messy? Nope. I guess the Guerrero name has some magic to it, because, as the recent pic shows, the street isn't more messy than your typical Guam street in a commercial area. The street is so clean now, you can't even pick up a nail there anymore.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtjo73nceHJRCrtDWS9giOlf-pGJgS7fiWcWbJqYH-Da-xM8t19ZCih5is0tIfoeJIAJMVarO3_uohzTaCUyMnhRrooPZ-4sG0XuKUbiYPhinRHfOEFv_5YbfPoQxEUwADjK_hyKuks6FX6h-xuXbufk1kNWeuGXarLkxzEo-K0ITARnUC9o2mJD6V7Q/s2000/377120866_1035006117498185_2276923944760587165_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1126" data-original-width="2000" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtjo73nceHJRCrtDWS9giOlf-pGJgS7fiWcWbJqYH-Da-xM8t19ZCih5is0tIfoeJIAJMVarO3_uohzTaCUyMnhRrooPZ-4sG0XuKUbiYPhinRHfOEFv_5YbfPoQxEUwADjK_hyKuks6FX6h-xuXbufk1kNWeuGXarLkxzEo-K0ITARnUC9o2mJD6V7Q/w400-h225/377120866_1035006117498185_2276923944760587165_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>NOT A NAIL IN SIGHT</b></div>palerichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018059430051734875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344139789383160789.post-36154093183038663342023-09-06T08:25:00.000+10:002023-09-06T08:25:37.564+10:00THE MEETING PLACE<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju4dMEU5zkyHh8G70tiunRwk97Y0My4ofBE5qZ0-T_S70GSwq0r8XBObjTF5VwhibK6ijwheeDp7pFKUlDHVGcHzCCKuJq3KqBT1FOOWZJhsx1qaQJipr0T4ARUaGS1fxwGVHyeOfQ9YC1jPjh2OCVhbGAvgb4xQB_mpfGdNK8RLbB95icwSskOeE/s2048/346095912_2367433313434343_9219683763849588813_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1153" data-original-width="2048" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju4dMEU5zkyHh8G70tiunRwk97Y0My4ofBE5qZ0-T_S70GSwq0r8XBObjTF5VwhibK6ijwheeDp7pFKUlDHVGcHzCCKuJq3KqBT1FOOWZJhsx1qaQJipr0T4ARUaGS1fxwGVHyeOfQ9YC1jPjh2OCVhbGAvgb4xQB_mpfGdNK8RLbB95icwSskOeE/w400-h225/346095912_2367433313434343_9219683763849588813_n.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>INN ON THE BAY</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Hågat</i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I was having breakfast one morning with two Santa Rita ladies at a neighborhood restaurant in Hågat, at the intersection of Route 1 and the road that leads up to Santa Rita.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">One of the ladies said to me in Chamorro, "Påle', have you ever noticed that there are fewer families in Santa Rita with Filipino fathers compared to Hågat?"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I knew that just up the road from where we were was the old Camp Roxas, built right after the war when hundreds of Filipino workers, a great many from Iloilo, were recruited to work for the many military projects that built up Guam into an important Naval base. Many of these workers stayed on working for the military, and quite a number married Chamorro wives. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I also knew that Hågat had a good number of families with Filipino dads. Some of their children were my classmates in high school, or whom I knew in other ways. One of my Hågat classmates whose dad was Filipino became well-known as the bet collector (the <i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Cristo</span></i>) at the local <i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">gayera</span></i> (cockfight, <i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">sabong</span></i> in Filipino).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The lady went on to explain, "But in Santa Rita, you can count on just a few fingers the Filipinos who married Santa Rita girls. Langas, Calip, Claveria, Grecia.....and Viernes but he came by way of Hawaii."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">She looked over her left shoulder which faced the window, and said, "You know where Inn on the Bay is? In the old days there was a store there with a pool table. The store was called <i>Para Luchan</i> and was owned by the Bordallos. The Camp Roxas men would go there and hang out in that area, and the Hågat girls would also go there and socialize with the Camp Roxas workers. But the Santa Rita girls couldn't go there. Our parents were so strict. That's why less Santa Rita girls married Filipino men. It was harder for them to meet. That's why there are fewer Santa Rita women married to Camp Roxas men."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0AH1t4S5jY4q5U9N9uhpN6jt0Ct0PROpHg2F8ARpEHMIL6Em9xCN8FlumQ1kSnP2yB5O6vyZCb2GicbJxzGd8Kb4jfhWIQPtMYd07K0kV4jeT6bjfEs2xum0qUf44Q3qveUOhNczEZOGrpr1EeZ2fVVW_POGKO-0oopKvxR6t0Tn9pJDweSz_svo/s548/Para%20Luchan.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="414" data-original-width="548" height="303" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0AH1t4S5jY4q5U9N9uhpN6jt0Ct0PROpHg2F8ARpEHMIL6Em9xCN8FlumQ1kSnP2yB5O6vyZCb2GicbJxzGd8Kb4jfhWIQPtMYd07K0kV4jeT6bjfEs2xum0qUf44Q3qveUOhNczEZOGrpr1EeZ2fVVW_POGKO-0oopKvxR6t0Tn9pJDweSz_svo/w400-h303/Para%20Luchan.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p>palerichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018059430051734875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344139789383160789.post-695062753738173032023-08-29T10:42:00.003+10:002023-08-29T10:42:48.643+10:00ÅNTES YAN PÅ'GO<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzArbBE-L7Zd8CCbyREdaGhNVNBd00b7ta3NT291tHF3fdGSftyskn5MRLSIOC1NXfgdEeB3WqiT41EK026e92npKeyGoEndlgoFNOChyOF1OQ9SQkOjhxG16SQRoBDLxpIfIIyHy5vc759FrJL0fdVcyzYqGmEQZuNUd-u0M-xfZBqeJUCvxcAaY/s3251/Atkins%20Kroll.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1709" data-original-width="3251" height="210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzArbBE-L7Zd8CCbyREdaGhNVNBd00b7ta3NT291tHF3fdGSftyskn5MRLSIOC1NXfgdEeB3WqiT41EK026e92npKeyGoEndlgoFNOChyOF1OQ9SQkOjhxG16SQRoBDLxpIfIIyHy5vc759FrJL0fdVcyzYqGmEQZuNUd-u0M-xfZBqeJUCvxcAaY/w400-h210/Atkins%20Kroll.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><b>WHEN ATKINS KROLL WAS IN ANIGUÅK</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Atkins Kroll, most known as a car dealership, used to be in Aniguåk up until October 1969 when the company moved to its present building in Tamuning which it built that year.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The company found its Aniguåk location, which it took up after the war, to be too confined and the building too outdated for the growing business it was enjoying in the late 1960s. Rather than improve the Aniguåk location, the company decided to start from scratch at a new location in Tamuning.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">While AK has been Guam's Toyota dealer for many decades now, it was selling General Motors cars in the 1950s and 60s on Guam.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2JuPZKqYHTWBl4Wcor_dcnaAuZ6eQHtqwbyjvKoLFpEG4mLlIFLwDu_ZePRPR2wlTCT5J829TT3QCySG72WHLn3wSVW1yFzoq2PJR-I7oU6vPfI8GnXNGgSLzIv96S54hhxZ7zYpumtVOzmd-ilmakkFBKzHqft1aEVJ4T5fXA8mnRk28fpBP9hA/s2077/Atkins_Kroll.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="348" data-original-width="2077" height="68" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2JuPZKqYHTWBl4Wcor_dcnaAuZ6eQHtqwbyjvKoLFpEG4mLlIFLwDu_ZePRPR2wlTCT5J829TT3QCySG72WHLn3wSVW1yFzoq2PJR-I7oU6vPfI8GnXNGgSLzIv96S54hhxZ7zYpumtVOzmd-ilmakkFBKzHqft1aEVJ4T5fXA8mnRk28fpBP9hA/w400-h68/Atkins_Kroll.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>palerichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018059430051734875noreply@blogger.com0