Farm Party part 1

Back in the old days, my summer time means, spending time with my relatives in Negros Occidental, and be able to learn the ilonggo language.That means, having to spend 3 months with my cousins in this manner:
To wake up early morning, so we can wash our clothes frolick sa suba (on the river) all day . We pack food that we are going to cook, like pospas (congee), sinugba nga Tilapia (Grilled tilapia), or just nilaga nga sab-a ( boiled banana). We would stay in that river `til my tiyay (aunt) will call us holding a barakol (dried tubo) ready to whip our arse. In the afternoon, we listen to the Bacolod's drama radio, while one of my cousin will iron our clothes using an iron heated by charcoal fire.
While the elders are taking their daily afternoon nap, we kids will start traversing my grandmother's house surrounded by fruit trees consists of lumboy (blue plum), sab-a (bananas), mangga (mangoes), langka (jackfruit), and root vegetable like balinghoy (cassava), kamote (sweet potato). We could always come up with different meriendas. My personal favorite: Linupak nga sab-a, (mashed banana with the use of a big wooden mortar). Ingredients: Saba, brown sugar, grated coconut, and star margarine. The finished product is placed on a banana leaf. We will gather ourselves around it, and will tear the banana leaf with linupak to our desired portion. By the end of the day, we have no appetite for dinner due to the massive carb attack during oldies siesta time (Now you know why your kids don't eat their food at supper time).
Plenty of games awaits us around 5`ish. But as a teenager, and crushes galore, we opted to hang out in the middle of taytay (bridge), talking about boys, holding a bag full of Jingle songhits & songbook, a guitar is passed around (all of us knows how to play guitar)wala pa kayang karaoke noon!, and we sing the like of Janis Joplin, America, Beatles, Bread, Carol King, Janis Ian, Journey, Chicago, Boz Scaggs and sometimes, not all the time....a suicidal Sharon Cuneta song. Personal Favorite: We're all alone by Boz, At Seventeen by J. Ian, If you leave me now by Chicago. Good impact to my youth....
During the month of May, and on weekends, a hacienda nearby will host a dance party, and we prod our tiyays and tiyoys (our aunts and uncle), to allow us to go to the Bay-le (barrio dance party). After dinner and a quick shower, off we go to the hacienda which consist of 15 minutes walk and run (my male cousins will usually scare us with the sound of tik tik (bird).
Although I don't dance, I savor the moment to spend time with my secret crush who would join us in our table `til wee hours, talking nonsense (this would take forever if I start talking about him!).
Pretty much, this is how I spend my summer in Hda. Colisap #1, Silay. The memory lingers on, and will never be forgotten.



to be continued....

*I would like to thank the owners of the pictures that I took from different website without their permission. The pictures were used to depict only the image of the said fruit/vegetable and not for commercial purpose. Thank you.