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My father .....the non-dreamer

Updated on January 24, 2013
Through the glass darkly
Through the glass darkly

A simple life

 My father was born in 1896, the first born son of a  somewhat successful farmer, who as per the mythology of our clan was a stern, humorless disciplinarian. I have seen,  when I was a young boy, pictures of  my grandfather (he died  way before I was born)  posed with  the rigid look of a contemptuous  authoritarian, and  my father beside him with the insipid  look of a tremulous  non-contrarian.

When he was 25 my father  escaped the constricting embrace of   my  grandfather  by conscripting in the United States navy (the Philippines at that time was still a U.S.colony). He returned 20 years later, a changed, but still  simple man, but much stronger, secure  and supremely confident about his place in his father's world , and  serenely comfortable in his own skin. When he met my mother (who at  the time was only 20 ) he told her he would marry her, and he did several months later  in 1937.

Having retired from the navy, at age 45, he decided to buy, with the money he saved  and the pension that would  arrive  monthly, 10 acres of farm land . Over the  years, the 10 became twenty, then fifty, then over a hundred. A farmer to the core just like his father.

His aproach to life, I now recall with fondness, have always been the simple,  practical, down-to-earth,  no frills-no thrills  style that the navy must have taught him. He lived his life simply, with no big dreams for his children to go beyond the farming life. I and my siblings (I am the youngest of 6) had other things in mind, because none of us ever took to the idea of being that close to the earth. It is to his credit that he did not resist our wilfullness  to  dream on and on and on.


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      Alexander A. Villarasa 5 years ago from Palm Springs

      Hello Carl: Thanks for the comments. I was in "hibernation" for a while and HubPages just skipped my mind altogether. But now I'm back.

      My father died in 1964, when I was 15 years old and into my first year of pre-med courses at the University of Sto. Tomas in Manila. I cried like a baby for hours and hours on end. I am sure that he is now with my mother after years of waiting for her... she died 3 years ago.

      I'll be doing a lot of catch-up reading of your wonderful hubs.

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      Rod Martin Jr 6 years ago from Cebu, Philippines

      What a beautiful remembrance. Each life has its own precious value. Each life touched is a gift in the making.