I was in search of old photos and more family stories when I went
Servillano Palugod. However, Homer is
now 88 years old and has reached an age his siblings have not. There is a story
Earlier I went to Bambang, Nueva Vizcaya to visit another
octogenarian. Dr.Elias Palugod. This war hero survived the
Homer, Elias and that generation born in the early 1900s have something in common that still escapes me. I still have to meet someone who would remember their grandparents. I went to Binakayan seeking a possible answer, but they could not come up with one.
I am happy to report that most of the Palugod left in the
The earliest Palugods (Servillano, Severino, and Rosaulo) were born in the 1880s. Vickie and Ruby tried oral research and came up with the theory of Padre Damaso (or if you believe the witch origin that Tia Norming heard of the neighbors of that time.) Although this is the year of the tsunami, the biggest explosion the world has known was in 1883 when Krakatoa exploded, traveling around the world a few times. I can only imagine a giant tidal wave reaching the near by cove of Binakayan giving life to the Palugod.
Certainly another wild conjecture, but the consensus was the
Palugod belonged to the illustrado, or privileged class of the late Spanish
period, as this would explain the academic status of the early Palugod in
Binakayan. Severino and Servillano were teachers in the early American
occupation at the turn of the last century. According to what I read in the
Indeed teaching has always been one of the passions of the Palugod so I went onto the Guiguinto and Paombong to trace Palugods that branched out in the early 1900s, as the Palugod in Nueva Vizcaya. Leogardo Palugod left his mark in the Sukang Paombong (palm vinegar) legacy, but his children became teachers in the Bulacan school system. The grandchildren were bright students as Lina Palugod Figueroa would become a top CPA and writer for an Asian financial magazine. Our visit was mutually exciting with pride that I would like to extend to everyone.
How's it going everyone? For those who don't know yet I've decided to
go Airborne... and for those who don't know it's jumping out of planes
and I'm doing it in the Army. Before I started
I was Airborne School
AIT(Advanced Individual Training) and I graduated as a 13Fox(Fire
Supportist... calling in for fire on a radio) I'm done with my second
week here in
of crazy PT, in particularly RUNNING. My Fort Benning, GA
third and final week I'm jumping out of a C-130... 2 jumps on Monday, 2
jumps on Tuesday, and 1 jump on Wednesday. Once I get those jumps out
of the way I graduate
on the 18th and receive my Maroon Airborne School
Beret and my Jump Wings!!! I've been away from home for half a year,
doing Basic Training and
AITat . The chances of me Fort Sill, OK
getting stationed back home are slim and none... but since I decided to go Airborne the Army decided that I'd go to
... Alaska ... Ft. Richardson
yep... my duty station!! I'm not in the Guard or Reserves, I'm Regular
Army so I'm very fortunate and blessed to have
. Anyway, I Ft. Rich
thought I'd write one of these e-mails to you guys since it's been forever since I wrote you guys. So that's what's going on right now with me... there's tons and tons of details I can talk about but we'll do that on a one and one basis. Yeah, so if you guys can write back that would be awesome. Until then take care and God Bless--- Josh Palugod. (note: this is really a Gung Ho and bravado in Josh’s part considering that we are in the most serious harm way in the
Middle East. He volunteered as there is no draft for this we salute our trooper)
It was snowing here in NJ when I left late Jan. The tsunami disaster in SE Asia was still being re-played in CNN but the extent of the hurricane and flooding in the
would confront me later when I arrived in Nueva Vizcaya. The Palugod settled in Dupax and Bambang and these two small towns were the hardest hit area in the Philippines . The horror of flash flood and its sound and fury of nature were related to me by the Palugod Family still living there. The lowland quickly submerged as rushing water came from all direction where the diminishing rainforest lost its magic. Livestock and people were lost as most of the farmland was grounded. The power of water so valuable cut the terrain like diamond. Trees rooted out, swept and river banks meandered completely changing the landscape. For the first time a sitting president (GMA) visited Dupax and Bambang to see the aftermath. Philippines
The familiar snow greeted me back to
a month later. New Jersey
I am posting all the pictures in the Palugod webpage (http://palugod.tripod.com) later.
The other part of my vacation was to attend my 50th HS re-union in Nueva Vizcaya.
It was just a small class from a HS on top of a hill that is not longer there. We graduated in 1955-56 and the memories are misty at best.
It was fun but emotional at times. As an amateur historian, I am able to observe a few more things that may have escaped our collective experience. Every year is a year of discovery and exploration and on the middle of that decade men were no different. The first men to run a mile in less than a minute or the first man to climb Mt Everest were the news headlines of the day. Roger Bannister and Sir Hillary were making their part in history. Most of us were very oblivious to the global events while we tried to learn from this small corner of the universe. It was the final of the our formative years and we did
our best, but what we studied from the school was only a very small part of what we learned from each other. We even learned from the mistake of our classmates. Those playgrounds encounters were part of a learning process. It was all part of growing up and the commencement was a right of passage. All we had were blurry memories as we did not even have snap shots, only Kodak moments we stored selectively in our minds.
Southern Nueva Vizcaya Institute, our High school is a common denominator in our life. We were all dreamers and fitting the Platters’ great song of the period-“ I am the great pretender.” The earth has successfully traveled around the sun. I’ve traveled around the world. Along the way, we reached several crossroads where each of us had to decide which the right road was. A few of us did not have many choices and they were never easy. Life is never fair but I’m sure that what we learn from each other had helped.
Looking back now, we might have made different choices but revisiting time is unlike revisiting places. This is a reunion and celebration. Rejoice as tomorrow is the
first day of the rest of our lives. For whatever experiences we had, I am always proud of our class and company. It is indeed a good year and golden.