January 10, 2012

Chapter 13: The Slow Return to Normalcy, back in School

by Nunilo M. de Leon

Malolos was still in a state of confused excitement when we arrived in Tampoy.  It was relatively untouched by the war, the damage being limited to the outskirts, i.e. the area in and around the provincial capitol and the railroad.  The railroad depot had been completely wrecked by US bombing and strafing but the railways themselves had little damage.  Surprisingly the buildings near the depot, including the railroad inn, were left almost untouched, except for some bullet holes, proof of the accuracy of the US fighter pilots, who were doing their runs at a very low level.  However, the provincial capitol, which had a commanding view of the national highway and the railroad, had been badly damaged.  From the outside, it looked intact but the interior was another matter.  A platoon-size Japanese unit had holed up in the provincial capitol grounds to try and repulse the Americans who were advancing down the highway from their river crossing in Bagbag.  US Army artillery fire had to be brought down on the capitol; flamethrowers, bazookas and grenades were used on the Japanese who had fought to the last man, all the way from the national road down to the capitol basement.  The other provincial government buildings, including the provincial hospital, the constabulary barracks, the provincial jail or “Lex”, the provincial high school, the provincial trade school and the provincial staff’s residences were almost unscathed.  Nonetheless, they could not be immediately put to use, not because of battle damage but because of looting and neglect.
    
Soon after their return, the Americans re-established a local government, with the help of the BMA guerillas who were already in almost full control of the province when the liberating forces arrived.  A provincial governor was appointed, guerilla Colonel Alejo Santos the commanding officer of the BMA.  Since the provincial capitol was unusable, the casa real in the center of town became the temporary provincial capitol with the casa real’s tiny 2-story annex becoming the governor’s residence.  Guerilla Major Adonais Maclang, a Maloleño and one of the BMA’s leaders in Malolos, was appointed mayor of the town.  He held office in the municipio, which was untouched by the war.  The greatly-weakened municipal police force was called back to duty and reinforced with new members coming from the local guerilla units, including the new chief of police, Constancio Joson, a guerilla officer from Santa Isabel district.  The public market soon resumed operations and business activities slowly began to revive.  However, things were far from completely normal.  Both the municipal and provincial governments were not fully functioning, waiting for the national government to be reestablished.

January 9, 2012

Chapter 14: In High School

by Nunilo M. de Leon

July 1945 found me, and most of my boy grade school classmates, enrolled in first year at the Bulacan Provincial High School located at the provincial capitol grounds.  Two of them, Fernando Lim and Narciso Crisostomo were with me in section A.  The others were in section B.  Not one of my girl classmates was in the provincial high school.  Most of them, including Josie, my first cousin, preferred to continue their studies at the Immaculata Academy of Malolos.  The student body at the BHS was at first very small, only two 40-student sections for each of the four year levels.  Three of my aunts, Tia Epang de Leon y Peña, Tia Monang de Leon and Tia Pining de Leon Robles were there, teaching mathematics, English and retail merchandising respectively.  Not one of them became my teacher, for delicadeza, I guess.  However, another aunt, Tia Rosing Macapugay was my science teacher for two years.  They were short of teachers.  Even then, English, mathematics and science teachers were already hard to come by.  There was a general shortage of textbooks and in some subjects there were no books at all.  We had to pay attention very closely to the teachers.   

Some US Army service units were still encamped in the provincial capitol and had a latrine beside the road between the capitolyo and the high school building.  The sight of the latrine was a nuisance but the GIs made sure the latrine did not stink much, regularly pouring gasoline into the latrine pit and setting it ablaze.

The Germans had already surrendered in Europe and the Japanese were rapidly being driven back to their home islands.  There was still Japanese resistance in Luzon, mainly in the mountain ranges to the north, around Baguio.  The war in the Pacific was about to end, although the Americans were still to deliver their atomic killer blows on Hiroshima and Nagasaki.  In the midst of these historical events, Inang gave birth to Leticia or “Lety”, her fifth child and second daughter, again on Dada’s bed, in her bedroom.  Tio Toniong was again the attending physician.

Soon, most of the American armed forces in the Philippines, including those in Malolos, departed. They left behind much of their equipment, including the jeep.  These were soon put to good use by the usual Filipino ingenuity.  Modified for public transportation, the renamed jitney, later jeepney, became the main means of national transportation.  The original jeeps have now long been consigned to the junkyards but their descendants still remain on Philippine roads, in the same basic form, although much larger, noisier and smokier. 

Early every morning, we would pay the five centavo fare for a ride on one of the handful of jitneys, already operating in Malolos, or on a carretela.  (We were already using newly minted coins and postwar “Victory” peso paper bills, produced in the US and delivered posthaste to the Philippines.)  Only seven passengers could ride in these newly-converted jeeps, ACs or auto-calesas, as they were then called: three in front, including the driver, and four in the back, if the passengers were all adults.  Two more could squeeze in at the back if the riders were all children.  However, the carretela, carromata and calesa were still very much in use.  Their demise was still a decade or so away.  The jitney or carretela could take us from the town municipio to the railroad crossing.  We walked the rest of the way to the school, an additional kilometer or so.   To go home, we preferred to scrimp on fare and walked all the way home.  We usually hiked home in groups, taking the backstreet which paralleled the Paseo de Congreso, which is the main road to town.  This back route took us through the Barasoain church patio and to another back street which ended at the plaza in front of the casa real.  During these late afternoon hikes, we would often see Alejo Santos, the governor, lifting weights in his makeshift gym, at the ground floor of his casa real annex residence. 

January 8, 2012

Chapter 15: In Another High School

 by Nunilo M. de Leon

The parish priest of Malolos, Fr. Jesus Tison, had been asking the Holy Ghost nuns to admit secondary school boys to their school, the Immaculata Academy of Malolos, where I spent my last two elementary grades.  Getting nowhere, he decided to open a separate parochial high school for boys, calling it the Immaculata Boys’ High School.  He borrowed the historical Tanchangco ancestral house, one of the large “bahay na bato” which was not being used, made some alterations and opened the parochial high school.  The teachers all came from the Bulacan Provincial High School, many of them our relatives from Malolos.  Tia Monang, Tia Leonor Reyes and Tia Maria Reyes taught there.  The principal and history teacher was Dominador Santiago, from Sta. Maria and the physical education and science teacher was Eduardo Mesina from Bulacan.    Fr. Tison taught religion.  The enrolment was very small, only little more than a hundred.  My schoolmates were all from the neighborhood; friends, playmates or former classmates. 

Mr. Santiago and Mr. Medina were both sports-minded.  They wanted the school to have a sports program but were handicapped by the lack of space for it.  We had to make do with what was accessible and available.  Fr. Tison had a crude basketball court carved out of the hard ground of the parish churchyard.  It met standards as to court dimensions and goal specifications but little else.  The court was unpaved.  The surface was hard-packed soil, with sand, pebbles and gravel embedded and generously scattered in the soil.  Dribbling was a dicey affair because of the rocks and gravel.  It was totally exposed to the elements, very hot and dusty.  However, it was all we had and we made the most of it.  The school’s basketball intramurals were held there and so were some town tournaments.  We organized a school basketball team and I was selected for the junior team.  Mr. Mesina was our coach and I was chosen the captain.  We played against other teams from Malolos and the neighboring towns.  “Home games” were always so-so but I enjoyed the “away games” because of the free food and refreshments and the hostile audiences which made the games more challenging.  Mr. Santiago tried to organize a school soccer intramurals, using the football field at the Malolos Central Elementary School.  We played some practice games there but the effort eventually petered out.  The field was too far away and there were not enough students who had the interest and aptitude for the game.  We wound up with basketball only.

During my junior year, Istong and I were in Tampoy.  Tancio was in Manila, like Boying, studying at the Ateneo and boarding with a relative.  Lunchtime in Tampoy was always a well-attended affair.  Three of Tia Epang’s children, Josie, Pio and Rely were in the Immaculata and had their lunch with us.
 
Right after the close of my junior year we were on our way to Gaboc once more.  We did not take a PAL plane this time.  Instead, we tried the newly-organized Far Eastern Air Transport, Inc. or FEATI.  It was using a new airport in what is now known as Grace Park, Caloocan City.  The present A. Bonifacio Ave. in Grace Park was built on what was then the runway of that airport.  We rode in a civilian configured Douglas DC-3 (no more airsickness), landed in Bagasbas, Daet and went on to Gaboc.  The DC-3 was the civilian version of the military C-47.  They were identical in every respect although the DC-3 was pressurized and had twenty eight comfortable seats, all facing forward and not inward. 

Tatang had greatly improved the house in Gaboc and it was better equipped and furnished.  Our vacation was more enjoyable than the previous one.  We went exploring in the surrounding jungles, swam in the creek which bisected the company compound, had picnics in the beaches along San Miguel Bay and played badminton on a court Tatang had built in our front yard.  Tatang let us use his new semi-automatic Savage 22-caliber, 15-round rifle but only for shooting practice, which we  did on weekends in a thickly wooded part of the forest.  He also had a 36-caliber automatic pistol but we never got to use it.
 
The sawmill itself had increased its production and this caused some safety concerns.  Our house was directly across the creek from the sawmill and quite near to the dump where the useless by-products from the sawmill (sawdust, wood shavings, wood bark, unusable slabs) were burned.  When operations were still limited, the fire was small and did not pose much of a danger.  However, as production increased, the pyre steadily became bigger.  Tatang foresaw that this was going to become a real threat to our house.  He started to look for a safer site for a new one.  With that thought, we went back to school.  

Right after we left, Tatang started to build a new house in the managers’ housing compound, between the offices and the creek.  It was to be a two-story house; dining room, kitchen, toilet and separate bath, maid’s room and quarters for Lolo Luis (Inang had asked him to stay with her in Gaboc) on the ground floor and three bedrooms, living room and porch on the second level.  The house’s main entrance was to be up the front steps to the second floor porch.  A flight of stairs was to connect the second floor sala to the ground floor comedor.  A back door was going to be in the kitchen. The toilet was a great improvement.  It was a flush toilet with its own septic tank.   Running water was available, provided by a small water system which had a deep well, electric water pump and overhead storage pump.  A wide yard surrounded it.  Tatang was also planning to buy a refrigerator and a cooking range, both kerosene-operated.  Everything was to be ready in a few weeks, hopefully by the time Inang returned from Manila.