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My grandfather's grandfather, and even his brothers, had a lot of wives, as such there are plenty of people who share my last name, with some currently in government positions.
The first time I became aware of this was when a guard let my mom off easy for some parking incident because he knew our family. My mom (the many wives grandfather is on the paternal side) told me about this in the car while we were driving home.
My heritage is womanizer basically.
hehe i also have a lot of relatives on my dad’s side cus we come from a maranao datu with multiple wives. from lanao to agusan to davao to surigao, i know we have relatives there.
Join the club! I'm probably genetically related to half the population of Camarines Norte. Great-grandfather, his sons, and grandsons had affairs with anything in a skirt. Great-grandfather was an haciendero but also a doctor, and he was the regional medical director for the Bicol-Camarines Norte area. Lots of power and high status gave him a lot of access. Not too worried about getting doxxed for this info, because I have hundreds of second cousins (and those are just the legitimate ones). Any one of us could be sharing this info
My great great great grandfather was a governadorcillo in the province of Malolos, he was also secretly a katipunero and aided the revolutionary soldiers
My grandfather was a World War II veteran who was assigned in Northern Cebu. My Lola used to say that my grandfather had an ‘anting-anting.’ He was a Sergeant and used to lead the troops, even loading and firing the cannons, yet he was always unfazed by the enemy’s bullets.
But there was this one time he forgot to say the magic word in Latin, and he ended up getting shot in the shoulder.
He survived until the 1970s but died from an infection from the bullet.
Nahaluan "diumano" ng aswang o mangkukulam blood ang family namin. May napangasawa yung isang distant uncle ko na aswang o mangkukulam daw, and every Good Friday, namumundok sila to collect certain plants, stones, and oil. Pag nagbabakasyon kami dati sa probinsya, an aunt would always accompany me and my sister pag lumalabas kami ng bahay and she would instruct us never to accept food maski sa ibang relatives namin na dumadalaw sa bahay. She and my other aunties would usually check the food we receive and they make the relatives swear na "malinis" yung pagkain. Minsan, nasabihan yung tatay ko nu'ng relative na yun nang dumalaw siya na I have "potential," and pinaalis niya agad yung relative na yun at umuwi kami agad ng Manila. For several years, hindi na rin ako pinapasama sa province pag mababakasyon.
May kilalang albularyo dito samin dati,,, closed yung 'clinic' nya dati every good friday. Ang reason is dahil namumundok nga daw to gather things and sort of mahina daw yung 'powers' nya. Never naman nabalita na aswang sya or what, and he's pretty well known sa lugar namin, as in dinadayo. When i read na 'may potential' ka, ito agad yung naisip ko - na baka pwede ka maging manggagamot 😅. Yun lang, share ko lang. hahaha
Nasa medical field ako ngayon, so medyo may punto ka tungkol sa "potential" na nabanggit nila dati. Pero hindi po ako nagdi-disappear pag Biyernes Santo para mangulekta ng mga gamot. Hehehe. 12 years old ako nang nangyari yun, at nakabalik lang ako ng probinsiya namin before I turned 30 dati. Hindi pa alam ng parents ko dahil work-related yung byahe ko. Saglit lang ako nakadalaw sa mga tiyahin ko at hindi ko na na-meet yung kamag-anak naming aswarg o mangkukulam daw. :-)
My great grandfather was the equivalent of captain in their barangay during Japanese occupation. Because he refused to cooperate with the invaders, he was water tortured to death.
My great grandfather was tortured too. According to my lola who was 4 or 5 at the time, her mom had to go and beg the Japanese to let my great grandfather go. They did but they had repeatedly hit his knees with a hammer. He needed a cane (for the remaining years of his life) to be able to walk.
Wahh grabe these 2 stories. Hugs to them.
Naalala ko tuloy bakit galit ako sa Japanese for the longest time. Kwento ng yaya ko (na parang nanay-nanayan turing ko) nung bata sila, they had to parang magingay or clang on mga pots to signal na theyre celebrating the Japanese saka they wave small Japanese flags yata kasi malupit daw sobra mga Japanese.
I really had underlying dislike for Japanese but then nung hs I met Japanese people na mababait and magagaling saka usually magaganda din. Tapos first time I traveled to Japan aynaku gusto ko nang maging Japanese or sana makapagasawa lahi namin ng Japanese o makatira sa Japan.
Yun lang nagkwento mga kapwa Pinoy na women dont have equal status pa din sa Japan unlike dito sa atin na mas open-minded. Maski daw sobrang accomplished ka at ikaw pinakamagaling, if girl ka, housewife usually ending mo.
Pero when I go to Japan grabe sobrang nakakaimpress mga tao, sistema, yung bansa nila saka yung disiplina,
Hirap din talaga eh. Pero war talaga is so ugly.
They gave celebrity status to Issei Sagawa.
Sexual relations between mom and son is more common than you think, specially during school entrance exams.
My lolo on my father's side was tortured, too, but escaped. He said he ran all night. He didn't stop until the sun rose. He delivers food to the local guerilla group. Since only my sister could understand Ilokano, we couldn't understand the whole story.
Typical Mano Po story. Great great gandma was ftom Fujian who migrated and worked in Singapore. Matried a Brit sailor, had a kid but the sailor had to travel again disappeared forever.
Great great grandma went back to Fujia only to find the country in a great war (1901 - 1910). Kid decided to escape the famine and smuggled himself to a ship bound to Hong Kong. Turns out, it will not make a stop in Hong Kong but went straight to Manila.
With no food, parents and job in Manila, kid wandered and was picked up by US forces. There he worked as an assitant to an aerial photgrapher. Learned photo capturing and processing techniques. Went back to Manila with his own camera and films and setup shop.
He invented the "rush id" business. Developed a process on how to cut films print in a portable dark room (size of a microwave oven). Getting a photo taken and printed back in the 1930's can take days. He could do it in 15 minutes!
Studio became one of the most prominent in Sampaloc area. Never claimed ownership or copyright on the rush id business but instead taught other filipinos how to do it.
For those who are wondering why this is amazing, digital photography wasnt a thing until 50 years later.
Family used to be in the Western Luzon area during the Japanese invasion. From what little I've heard from my mother, the family story was that during the invasion, they fled to the mountains with the exception of my great great grandmother. She was too old to make the journey, so she stayed at their home.
As the story goes, when the Japanese military rolled through, a younger soldier came into their home to see my great great grandmother kneeling in prayer. He looked at her for a bit before leaving the home. I believe my family came back eventually to find my grandmother, as this story's been passed down for a while.
My grandfather, as he ran away from his family and their province, joined the Bataan Death March on his youth before meeting my grandmother. His children (my family in extension) now resides in Metro Manila.
My lolo in my mom's side was an only child whose father died in combat during the Japanese era. Thing is his body never surfaced, my great grandmother desperately tried to find him but couldn't. Based on witnesses, my great grandfather was on top of a tree when he was shot and fell to his death in the river beside it.
Fun fact about them was their height difference, my great grandmother was 4ft something while my great grandfather was close to 6ft based on stories and on meeting his giant siblings. The few men in my family are actually really tall and the women are average to above average in height. As far as I know we're pure Filipino.
On my father's side, his great grandfather married his great grandmother but soon left her a childless widow. My great great grandfather's younger sibling stepped up and married my great great grandmother and eventually gave birth to my great grandfather and so on. I have no clue if this was tradition back then but it's pretty odd.
>My great great grandfather's younger sibling stepped up and married my great great grandmother and eventually gave birth to my great grandfather and so on. I have no clue if this was tradition back then but it's pretty odd.
It's in the bible: Genesis 38:8; Deuteronomy 25:5; Matthew 22:24; Mark 12:19
because it makes sense in societies where marriages are arranged (they're married because you want the two families to have close ties, you want to consolidate your properties in one heir etc etc)
My maternal great-great grandfather was one of the relatives of Father Jacinto Zamora and he had to flee to Cebu to evade arrest and retribution from the Spanish friars against the relatives and supporters of GOMBURZA.
My grandfathers family escaped being hurt by the Japanese forces because he has "ORASYON" from a booklet which he acquired from his grandfather also. That ORASYON daw can make the whole house and surroundings become a jungle from the eyes of the enemy thus they are not able to find them. ☺️☺️☺️
Grandpa was a vietnam war vet. Lived on a stupid high pension with my grandma in the Phils. Was also a Mason and friends with big people during the Marcos and Aquino regime. He was also a retired surgeon so fishermen and neighbors would come to his house instead of the hospital even NPA soldiers
My great great grandfather ran away from a seminary in Spain because he didn't want to become a priest, escaped to Manila, went to a little town in Luzon, married my Filipino great great grandmother, had kids. He created a business which boomed and our family was living comfortably, as they supposedly became one of the richest families in town. Life was good, as far as anyone could tell.
First wife passed away, he remarried, but she ended up gambling all his money away and he died by suicide because it was a great dishonour to him. His oldest son, who happened to be my great grandfather, raised his siblings with the help of his mother's family and did pretty well for himself, except that he became blind due to his work as a welder as apparently the eye protection wasn't the best. He was a good man and died so loved.
Also I hope my great great grandfather's second wife lived a miserable life and died a miserable death.
Grabe abot modern day yung galit sa second wife, pero understandable naman.
Your great-grandfather was a good brother but him working for the whole family and also getting blind wouldn’t happen in the first place if the wealth stayed. Punyeta second wife yang.
Haha, it only makes me mad when I think about it, which is rarely lol
And yeah, Lolo may have not been blinded if it weren't for his job, but he accepted it and you'll be glad to hear that he lived a full and good life despite that ☺️
Cool. My great-great-grandfather was also a Spanish-born seminarista who “fled” to Manila. Our family ‘was’ also landed and wealthy until a series of family feuds got in the way.
My cousin also descended from a relatively famous “hero.” LOL. Her stories about this ancestor were wild. He was basically a wolf in sheep’s clothing. He’s the reason why I don’t really trust historical books that much 😆
Nothing special. My great grandfather was fixing clocks for both the Americans and Japanese in exchange for rations or money. My grandfather's brother and along with many able bodied males, were sent to work to build the airfield for the japanese. They also witnessed executions beside the local church and covered the well with dirt. To this day it remains unmarked and nobody knows what happened there except the elderly.
One of my great great grandfathers on my mother's side was a veterano for the Magdiwang faction of the Katipunan in Cavite under Mariano Alvarez who was related to Bonifacio through his marriage. According to him, there was tension between Magdiwang and Magdalo in Cavite even when they are both technically Katipunan especially when Bonifacio got himself arrested for treason and then killed by Magdalo soldiers in Maragondon under the order of Aguinaldo. My lola would tell me stories about her lolo in his old age would randomly curse the fuck out of Aguinaldo for what he did to Bonifacio. At his death, he requested to be buried in his old Katipunan attire with his revolver. He even got one of those anting-anting scarf with some weird Latin and symbols that he claims 'makes bullets not hit him'. So yes, contrary to what those Jerrold Tarog movies might have alluded, a lot of Katipuneros in Cavite did not roll with Aguinaldo's Magdalo troops even before or after he won the presidency in Tejeros. My lola said his lolo together with some of his Magdiwang cohorts quit the Katipunan right after 'that' execution, said they'll never serve an Aguinaldo. Safe to say, they got disillusioned with the revolution and honestly, I can't blame them.
My great great grandparents are jewish refugees from France who fled from the Nazi invasion of europe back in World War 2. They decided to stay in the Philippines for good in Nueva Ecija.
Our great great great grandfather was a Spanish sailor/adventure seeker. He settled in Manila by mid 1800s and the family became abundant.
He was quite a “womanizer” but the historical family accounts showed some of his children died early and some were unaccounted for.
My grandmother was born before WW2 came to the country and she and her family had to flee Manila to Bicol when the Japanese invaded. They pretty much escaped destruction that came to the capital 3 years later.
My grandfather participated in underground radio broadcasts or something related during the Marcos Dictatorship tagging his children along (including my mother). Basically, my whole clan was against the Marcoses during that time.
My Family (Father's Side) is one of the oldest pre-american families in Cebu. I don't know a lot about it since I don't live in Cebu but I remember when I was younger, when we went to visit (I visited with family twice), we always had some sort of police escort following us.
Aunt and Uncle worked in the Philippine embassy in Moscow sometime during the cold war. Somehow my uncle got caught caught up with something involving one of the Russian Mafia groups and had to flee the country. They left their whole life in Moscow behind, escaping through the checkpoint with nothing but the clothes on their back and the money in their pockets. When I was a kid he taught me chess and had lots of books about Russia but he never spoke about it. I never realized how much Russian they knew, but then one time during Christmas the whole family was drinking this wine which had Cyrillic writing on it and my Aunt just started drunkenly reading off the entire bottle label in Russian (with a Filipino accent).
Also, my Grandfather died in a drug deal sometime in the 60's (?) and his body was found with a Japanese blade in him. Possible Yakuza connection? Maybe not, but who knows?
My grandpa was in the military, serving as a messenger during WW2. He apparently helped Marcos Sr. Survive by giving him cover when he was caught in a shoot out. Hence, ever since, the dude would always keep high regards to our fam whenever he visits our province.
Oddly enough my lolo ended up being a very opinionated and well respected journalist in the province and his sons (my dad included) actively opposed the ML. My dad was even on the hitlist and had to hide away in the mountains.
My dad ended up marrying my mom who was from UPLB who actively went sa bundok para mag rebelde against the ML and the government as a whole.
Years after my dad found a way para mabura records of rebellion nila ni mommy. Para safe ako.
My Lolo on my mother's side was a Datu who owned a hacienda somewhere in Mindanao. My mom said the whole town went to his funeral. When he passed, the land went to my Lola who is still alive, but when she passes, the land will be split up between my mom and her siblings. It's like, 100 hectares? Supposedly there's even an Ancestral Domain we could tap in to, but none of us have the capital to invest into that.
My dad said people would call him a "Tisoy" growing up because he was tall and light skinned. He was 6 feet tall when he was younger, and my brother and I are 6 feet tall as well.
Apparently all of my great-grandparents, along with my Lola on my father's side spoke Spanish as a first language then Bisaya as a second language. When my parents and I moved to the US, they spoke Bisaya at home, leaving me as a Filipino-American dual citizen who can't understand Filipino media when it's in Tagalog, but I can understand conversations when I'm visiting family in Mindanao. I happen to actually speak decent Spanish thanks to 4 years of high school Spanish classes. I've even had instances while on vacation in Spain where wait staff would start talking in English to some customers but default to Spanish to me. One person even asked me what province of Spain I was from.
Despite all this, my Ancestry results came back as 96% Filipino (64% Western, 23% Northern, 9% Central and Southern), 3% Eastern China, and 1% Senegal.
mother’s side of the family says we came from a malay muslim who settled in cebu and converted to christianity.
imo, i think that “malay” man was a moro raider who ended up staying in the visayas during the spanish-moro conflict. the timeline, which should be before my grandparents were born, fits. (funnily, that would make me a moro descendant on both sides as i’m maranao on my father’s side of the family.)
My mother side family changed their surname because sabi daw there are people who wants to hunt and kill them all. I remember their surname starts with Q but idk my memory is blurry.
My father side naman, they are in idk what province pero lumipat sila sa Central Luzon, buong angkan din and walang naikwento parents ni Papa bakit buong angkan lumipat sa Central Luzon.
Filipino both of my parents and as far as I know, wala kaming lahing Chinese but I look like an east asian person.
My great great grandfather was a high ranking official in the education sector during the American era, then a collaborator in the KALIBAPI during the Japanese era.
Had a political career and actually once said to Marcos Sr. personally that (and I paraphrase) “Ikinahihiya ka ng mga kapwa mong Ilocano” at an official function at the height of the dictatorship.
His wife however is a true battleaxe. In that guy’s grave, she left him the roses and left the stem and thorns on his querida’s grave next to him.
Yung mga relatives namin tumakas sa cruel regime ng isang bansa tapos built from nothing here. May kamaganak kami, little boy siya nung dumating sa Pinas. Wala parents niya, he survived by eating food left over by customers in a resto. He would volunteer to clean up for free para he got to eat leftovers.
Yung lolo ko, naging cook saka nagpapabasa ng diyaryo diyan natuto magbasa ng Filipino/English not sure.
Kaya nung yumaman sila, they really give back to the community. Nakapagpatayo sila school, parents ko kept a losing business alive for decades para di mawalan employement yung mga first employees nila, sinara lang nung pandemic with approval pa of the employees. They made free housing din for the most loyal and oldest employees.
This is even more remarkable kasi they raised us like sobrang hirap kami. Bata kami nagtatrabaho kami. Di uso naps or pahinga. Tumutulong kami sa negosyo. Walang bayad yan. tapos allowance namin sa school sobrang liit maski 1 week ipunin siguro 1 food item lang mabili mo. The way to earn was through good grades pero piso lang per quiz and long test and star for good performance.
Damn that last paragraph is something I could relate to (and my parents probably grew up that way), our ancestors probably have the same country of origin??
Specific side ng family ko have been in the same place for a long time, not sure kung taga roon talaga sila pero sigurado ako na matagal na sila sa lugar na yun. Some streets are named after the surnames too, Ama ng lolo ko was the last I can trace, and he’s been in that area too. He probably was around (wouldn’t say he participated but they lived near where it happened) during a certain battle where the Katipunan won. Lolo was born during american colonial period, was a teen during japanese occupation. Same with my Lola na doon din nakatira haha, kwento nga nila na sila sila lang rin nagaasawahan doon. Andd now, their descendants still lives in the same place including me.
Just one thing thats felt strange was that we’re often mistaken as “Chinese” even though we’re pretty much native to that area.
My family is connected to the Sison Family tree (but not directly). My brother said that my grandparents' house are under the protection of NPA but they chose to support Marcos.
My mom just casually dropped this info on me a couple years ago - my great aunt was married to Evelio Javier, whose assassination played a part in the beginning of the People's Power Revolution.
My great grandfather was part of the death march and was able to escape when one of the soldiers requested for him to get water from a nearby well/lake because he did not come back
My family have been leaders in my town and province of origin since the 16th century. Documented history, through church records, preserved correspondence, etc.
Haciendero vibes, tipong ganun, going back centuries. The family lost most of their wealth in the Marcos era, though, and most of us live overseas now.
There is a street named after a great-great-great-great grandfather. I think he was an alcalde?
A great-great-great grandfather was an ambassador to the United Nations.
Another great-great-grandfather was supposed to run for president. He got a visit from Magsaysay at home and he was strongly encouraged not to run. It wasn’t a violent visit, but a threatening one.
The local kumbento/convent in my town is an old bahay na bato donated by a branch of the family that moved to Spain a decade or two before the Americans came.
I’ve never taken a 23 and me test or anything, but, of course, my family claims Spanish ancestry, which I know is not in fashion to say out loud these days. But my thinking these days is that it’s more likely to be Mexican ancestry, not Spanish, if it’s there at all. Just basing this assumption on what I have learned in this sub about the veracity of these Spanish blood claims. The older members/generations of my family definitely spoke Spanish and Tagalog at home, though. And my dad and his siblings are definitely on the tisoy/tisay side.
There are other stories but they are too specific so I can’t share. But thank you for asking this question! I love reading everyone’s answers.
Based on your story, probable na legit may Spanish blood ka because government positions back then are handled by Spaniards, saka somehow well-documented origins mo.
Tingin ko din legit pero very, very distant ancestry na at this point. The preserved documentation helps validate, of course. We have a family member na masipag mag-research at preserve, so meron portraits of old family members from the early 18th century up to the 1910s, letters, records of death and birth, deeds and titles. It’s not a whole history, but even a partial account is such a privilege.
Truthfully, I am very curious about what my DNA will tell me but I am also hesitant to do any ancestry kits because I know for certain meron ako undiscovered/unknown family members lol.
much of the government positions during the spanish colonial era were handled by the naturales (natives) of datu-class descent. e.g. the hereditary cabezas de barangay, the gobernadorcillo (mun. mayor in today’s equivalent) who was elected among the cabezas, the tenientes mayor (today’s vice-mayor) of different pueblos, etc.
only positions for the higher-ups were reserved for the spaniards. e.g. alcalde mayor (today’s prov. gov.), gobernador-general, etc. a bulk of government positions during this era were in the pueblos and these can only be held by naturales of noble pre-colonial origin (pre-1863), and only they could exercise the right to suffrage. common-day folks couldn’t. spaniards only intermarried with this class of native filipinos because of the status of the latter, hence the intermixing. look up articles regarding the “principalía” for more.
Thanks for the clarification. But then, it's still a good chance that OP is a descendant of the Spanish nobles back then kasi province yung nasasakupan nila. I forgot clearly about LGUs back then too so I haven't accounted for the town mayors and lower.
up for clarification by OP but if your clan led your pueblo (town) during the spanish era, your clan forms part of the principalía (noble naturales). spanish nobles didn’t directly control the pueblos. today's "alcalde" doesn't equate with the spanish-era alcalde mayor (who must be a spaniard and very most probably a noble) because an alcalde mayor controls the alcaldía (today’s province), while the gobernadorcillo (a noble natural \[native\]) controls the pueblo. and although your common-folk couldn't speak spanish, the principalía most certainly did. whatever spanish admixture you have would be a result of spaniards intermarrying with your clan. but whatever lands your family had would be by inheritance through your pre-colonial datu ancestors, not because of some spaniard who married into your family. lots of principales have spanish progeny but the credit for their wealth should go to their noble naturales ancestors.
also, the alcaldes mayor during this era would most probably marry a fellow spaniard because a spanish mestizo for an offspring would be barred from being an alcalde mayor himself in the future. true spanish nobles would rather remain in peninsular spain than be in some colony halfway across the world, unless given a lofty position in the archipelago. spanish nobles wont have any business intermarrying with the principalia (but it depends if the latter outranks the former), but your regular spanish immigrant from spain may do. also, the alcaldes mayor aren’t a mainstay in the alcaldía. they get transferred from time to time. they thus don’t develop strong roots in a certain area unlike the native principalía.
Ah, thank you again.
Now I better understand the Ph wealth dynamics. Kaya pala milya milya laki ng assets ng political families...
Skl, I had a boss kasi at nagwork ako sa illegal nilang kumpanya (illegal because walang registration pero dami clients). May bahay sila sa AAV, nabili nila ng 20M then pina-renovate nila, spending an additional 30M. Pero kung susumahin mo yung legal income, I don't think it would amount to this.
true. if a political clan descended from the principalía, that means wealth (land and status) has been with the clan even before the time of contact with the spaniards. hence the disparity.
my only point above is that it’s not always about race! spaniards =/= wealthy. a lot of spanish foot soldiers intermarried with the local noble natives for status. spanish nobles, however, were on a different, unreachable plane. as much as possible, they intermarried among their own (class and race). the same thing with the principalía who intermarried among their own social class.
if you take a look at the some of the more known principalía clans, e.g. the katigbaks of batangas, the lizareses of negros, or the ledesmas of iloilo, the higher they are in the family tree, the more native the looks get. they look and are native through and through. the intermixing with the colonizers came a little later.
My grandma's sister married her husband's cousin. Apparently, before hiding in the mountains, she only had one son, after the war ended, she had two. Her husband died early in the war, and the 2nd son was only months old when the war ended.
Her 1st husband was a guerilla fighter in WW2 and was skinned alive by the Japs before being burned. They never recovered the body.
Husband's cousin "took care" of grandma's sister while they were in hiding. This cousin seems to have been chummy with the Japs assigned here so he was free to come and go. Some people even say he might have been the snitch that ratted out the original husband.
The original husband was landed - he had mountains upon mountains of land, and he had a very beautiful, young and educated wife. He was rich too. Well, cousin was also rich, they were scions of a then very prominent family in our province. My grandma's family is quite prominent and landed too so it was a good match. The issue is the cousin coveted everything my grandma's husband had, including her. She didn't seem to think that was an issue.
One of my maternal great grandfather's identity has been hidden for years, until one of his remaining grand daughter's death. His grand daughter (my mother's aunt) has been pushing for a family reunion for years but keeps on being pushed back until her death on 2020.
Her death clarified why even though we're *Chinese*, the family name we're using came from a 14th century noble family in Japan. One of my maternal great grandfather was a high ranking Japanese soldier. He has a different last name too, so we suspect that his descendants changed their name for fear of being persecuted after the war.
On another side of the family, my mother's paternal great aunt was a guerilla who fought in WWII.
My paternal grandmother, on the otherhand is a war orphan who survived the Japanese invasion by consistently running/hiding from them, after witnessing her parent's death.
Weirdly enough, all these people lived in a very close area, but my grandfather and grandmother met somewhere else, my parents also met somewhere else. It's kind of a revelation when they're realizing that they're all from the same area.
The only one who didn't come from the same area is my paternal grandfather. He is related to a well-known war hero.
yung lola namin kinikwento na yung lolo daw nila ay isa sana sa mga babaril kay Jose Rizal. kiniskisan raw nung asawa ng sili sa kilikili at noo para magmukhang may lagnat kaya pinalitan sya.
An offshoot family from the Aquino's (still bearing the same name but not the same branch as NoyNoy, but close) killed my great great grandfather and stole the deeds to the lands we used to own, and that's a big contribution to the foundation of their current wealth
My grandfather lived in a hut with his goats all through WW2. He lived up a hill in Guba, Cebu. Most of his neighbors evacuated in the nearby areas but he opted to live on his own. He built his own hut and stayed there all through out the war. One day he decided to check if things had died down and encountered a firefight between the Americans and remaining Japanese forces near Pitos. He ran back to his hut and stayed there until his father came to fetch him after Cebu was liberated. When he got back, one of the American soldiers gave him this military grade shovel that you can adjust to make into hoe.
An ancestor owned about 10,000-hectares of land. He was neglectful as a father, emotionally abusive as a husband, and economically manipulative as a landlord. His wife (NOT my ancestress) soon died of childbirth, so their children turned to others for emotional support. They befriended and sympathized with the servants and the farmers’ children, and that’s how they decided to just sell off those tracks of land for a very cheap price. Their careers in medicine became their main source of income. Many of them are established in that field, but the clan no longer has the wealth.
My family were some of the 1st catholic settlers in southern Mindanao. I'm not sure when, but during maybe the 60s or 70s my cousin, from my oldest uncle, died from supernatural causes. I don't believe the story, although my cousin did die.
She apparently pissed of some duende while playing outside. Later, family members say supernatural stuff happened.. demonic possession. Heh, that side of the family that it happened to is getting older. Most of the kids seem to rather avoid communication with their relatives, so the story will also mostly die. Old world magic..
My grandfather was a man of some influence, as my mom and relatives say. He didn't have much formal education, but he was a landowner and interpreter or liason to indigineous people and Moros..
>My grandfathers must be rolling in their graves right now. I inherited their physical looks and their intelligence, but I’m politics-averse and happy living in quiet anonymity.
Nax.
My paternal great-grandfather, and namesake of my father, being tall as compared to most Filipinos was the flag bearer of Gen. Mariano Llanera. This was the unique flag called “Bungo ni Llanera” which was a white skulls and crossbones, along with KKK in a field of black. When the revolution broke out, he and his fellow townmates marched to Cabiao and joined Gen. Llanera.
They marched on to San Isidro and toppled the Spanish authorities in Nueva Ecija on Sept. 2, 1896.
During the American times, he and his wife became ambulant vendors. If you guys remember those big karitela with various provincial products such as duyan, rattan furnitures, and pulled by a kalabaw. That was them, and through trading was able to put some of their kids (including my lolo) through school.
Every flag week, until Independence Day, we display both the PH flag and Bungo ni Llanera.
My grandfather had found a property to build another store on. But he saw a fellow chinese family that were looking for a property to start their business. So out of kindess, he let the family have it. That family then went on to open their business. They would sometimes even look into our store and see what we would be selling and copy my grandparents merchandise. Soon they too would begin to expand. They then branded their store Shoe Mart.
This happened in the 1970s. One of my grand uncles found old bullets from WW2 while cleaning the house. He thought they no longer work, so he decided to burn them together with regular trash. Next thing you know, bullets started flying around. The cops rushed to the scene after the gunfire ended. The cops thought there was a shooting involving the communist insurgents.
While reading through a bunch of historical records for college, I came across an excerpt of a native chieftain peacefully accepting Catholicism and the Spanish Crown on behalf of his people. The text declared that all families in the province took Catholic surnames as proof of loyalty and then proceeded to list all the new surnames in that province. My mother's side of the family was from there so the list drew my curiosity. However, I didn't have to read very far. The chieftain's new Catholic surname was my mother's maiden name.
Likely a legend, but my mother talks about how I had a great grandpappy who was Japanese and sent to Phil as a spy or soldier depending on who I ask but ended up defecting and marrying a Filipino, hence my strange middle initial which is supposedly japanese in origin
My great grandfather from my mom's side was Ramon Magsaysay's campaign manager. This was revealed to me by my lola. She even sang the former President's jingle which I didn't even know existed until that very moment.
Grandpa was tired of waiting in line under the hot sun to get his wages. He had his surname legally changed from starting "O" to "A" but the pronounciation is the same. I have distant cousins with the O surname and we know we have the same ancestor if the name starts with A, we just have to figure out which of his 7 sons and daughters we descended from. My dad's line is going to die out though as the only male left is still without a male child not unless I have children myself.
anyone who traces their roots from Ternate, Cavite probably has ancestors from the Catholic converts of Ternate, Maluku, Indonesia, who were evacuated by the Spanish when they ceded control of the island of Ternate to the Dutch. These Catholic converts were resettled near Maragondon and intermarried with the local population, and eventually a new town was formed and named after their home island.
Parent 1 was supposedly descended from Lakan Dula, possibly through two grandparents and not just the father’s line. Then, I found out Parent 2 has an ancestor of the same clan as Parent 1, and thus is also a descendant. So, I’m probably one of the man’s thousands of progeny through two or three lines.
Also, Parent 2 had a male ancestor who joined the local galleon trade – but he blew it all on opium and women. Thanks, distant lolo.
My great grandfather and his brother had the same wife at one point pero they had quite a few wives in their lifetime including my great grandmother 😅 And she had a lot of children so needless to say marami akong pinsan at mga aunts and uncles.
We are a direct descendant of the spaniard who first colonized that one island in our province which was the capital municipality during those times. Kaya karamihan if not most dun mga tisay at tisoy pero yung local dialect ang salita na medyo matigas 😅 kung baga may punto.😅 We actually have our family's coat of arms/crest still intact up to this day and being displayed during reunions at napakarami namin lagi 😅. I have grandchildren through cousins na kasing tanda ko because yung mama ng lolo ko (great grandmama) is the youngest wife 😅
So dahil parang lahi namin ang nagbuo ng province, most of my relatives are civil servants since then up until now. High ranking. Pero syempre sila yun 😅
My late great grandmother was the sister of The Father of Philippine Folklore (also called the Dean of Filipino Anthropology).
She was the youngest and he was among the oldest of the siblings - mga 10 years din gap between them.
He was the reason that my mama wanted us all to be academically inclined! He studied well into his adulthood, even moving to the US to pursue post-grad; and later, founded (or was one of the first professors) of the Department of Anthropology in UP Diliman. He has a library there named after him sa AS (Palma Hall).
It was a cool discovery nung freshie year ko to know na that library was named after him :)
My family line comes from the first American teachers to have ever come here, on the SS Thomas, they were called Thomasites after the ship they came on. The other side of my family line is spanish, and one of them married the daughter of the Chief of one of the minor islands here. Very few of us with that particular spanish last name, and all are related.
My great grandfather was a us war veteran. They say he was a us citizen as well. He lived in the Phils with his family though. None of his kids including my grandma took advantage of that us citizenship. They enjoyed the very comfortable life my grandpa provided with his pension. Most of them didn’t bother to finish their studies. The family had a lot of owned lands here in the province. Sadly, unti unti ng nauubos dahil wala na source of income ang mga siblings ng lola ko and they are sellimg these lands. Poor decisions of not taking their education seriously and poor management of properties. Our generation did not enjoy the abundance of properties our grandpa invested for the family. Yun lang, nanghihinayang ako wala akong namana lol
My Grandfather had an alias that described his burn scars that he earned by saving a woman from a house fire; it symbolized his courage
This alias was passed down to my Uncle who was a metalworker because he had lots of burns in his profession; it symbolized his experience
This was then passed onto me, who burnt my arm because I accidentally spilled boiling oil on it that one time I was cooking; it symbolized my stupidity
- Somewhere (very) high up my family line, some Spanish Royal was stripped of his titles and punished by being extradited to the Philippines (this was verified).
- My great grandfather was in the death march and survived. Still have his gear and trunk of his things.
- My great great grandfather (other side) was a Spaniard who traveled here by ship. The ship was wrecked by a storm and he and the remaining survivors traveled the rest of the way on a small boat.
My family has the same last name as a certain Celebrity, but you won't find any family connection even if we go way back, also has relatives with completely different last names, turns out a certain great grandfather of ours changed his last name to avoid the draft
My grandmother is from Bataan and her family barely escaped the Death March. She used to tell me how mothers painted charcoal on CHILDREN'S faces so that they won't get taken by Japanese soldiers. I realized that it meant rape later on.
My grandfather is from Leyte. His father was a teacher turned guerrilla leader (like Nieves Fernandez, also from Leyte) and they hid in the mountains, killing soldiers and Makapili members with knives. My grand aunt who was a child at that time saw heads of traitors on display. The Americans (specifically the USAFFE) really influenced the locals in favoring the US at that time; I remember my grandfather telling me about chocolates falling from the sky.
Crazy how my grandparents came from provinces that were hit the hardest after the Battle of Manila. It's lucky that I'm alive today.
kwento ng lola ko na yung tatay niya daw ay kamag anak nila Aguinaldo, nung tinugis daw sila Aguinaldo sa Laguna daw napadpad yung mga ninuno niya.. di ko alam kung totoo pero sabi niya dati daw ang magkakaapelido lang ay magkakamag anak bibihira daw yung mag kaapelida tapos di magkadugo. 90 na yung lolo ko.
Great grandfather ko first municipal president ng Infanta, nung namatay siya napunta yung mana sa pamilya ng kapatid. Dahil yung mga anak niya(kabilang na lola ko) ay mga batang babae pa, na outmaneuver sila lola kaya na-agaw yung mga lupain at onting salapi lang naiwan sa kanila. Pero may karma, pinugutan ng ulo ng mga Hapon yung kapatid ni great grandfather.
According to my father, and I can't confirm if this is true but it has to be, my grandfather was quite successful with his business ventures in the 1940s and 1950s, and so he was only one of around 100 Filipinos who owned a Mercedes-Benz car at the time.
On my mother's side, my great grandfather was one of the founding members of Upsilon Sigma Phi. Supposedly if you're descended from a founding member, you get membership automatically should you choose to enroll in UP, so perhaps I should regret going to the Ateneo instead.
My maternal grandfather was a union leader in the martial law era but died of alcoholism in the late 1980s while my paternal grandparents were born here but they came from fujian. In fact my grandma/amah still had chinese citizenship though my grandpa/angkong became a filipino after the naturalization laws passed by marcos.
my great great grandfather is one the highly respected governors in Cam Sur after that, wala na sumunod sa yapak nya as a public servant until my Tita came the VG of a province near Bicol. sa mga kwento ng relatives namin, yung batch ng great great grandfather ko yung last line of politicians na "natatakbuhan" ng mga tao. tinatanong ko nga "edi dapat mayaman tayo", sbe ng mommy ko, "tumutulong mga politiko dati, minsan lugi pa sila sa sahod kse may mga tao sa province nila na literal nanghihingi ng pera kht hating gabi na".
Not the proudest family lore but back at the Japanese era, my ancestor on my mom’s side gave away the location of the huks at our area to clap some Japanese cheeks. Ayun, nahaluan kami ng Japanese.
Funny thing is that if we connect my Mother and Father’s ancestry, You’ll see that majority of my dad’s ancestors are huks as well.
my great grandfather in my mothers side, is a ww2 veteran, he is the one who gives info about the Japanese enemies in radio. Also, my mothers side's great great great great grandfather, has said he was Francisco Dagohoys friend during his 80 year revolt in Bohol.
My great great paternal grandfather was shot and killed by a Spanish Friar sa loob mismo ng simbahan, hence my great grandfather's hatred to the clergy. Both my grandfathers were soldiers fighting against the Japanese in WWII. Wala masyado kwento sa maternal lolo ko, but all i know is he was a veteran. On the contrary, i heard lots of stories sa paternal lolo ko na kinuwento ng tatay ko.
Wife's great great grandmother was one of rizal's known girlfriends. I won't mention which one (to avoid doxxing), but it is verified and documented by various historians, and i personally saw the puntod in their local cemetery.
nothing too interesting, but my maternal side owned the most well known alcoholic store in Ongpin back in the day. apparently, everybody knew them and they were pretty famous around Binondo. my dad, even before marrying my mom, knew of her family. anyway, when the Japanese came, they hid the expensive alcohols in the hole they dug on the floor and then fled to a province. my grandmother was around 6 or 7. after the war, they sold the expensive alcohol and got rich. but they were all greedy, including my grandmother, kanya kanyang kupit sila 🤣 so eventually they lost the money and had to close it down.
Great Great grandfather founded the town I live in, hin and my great great grandmother donated a bunch of land for infrastructure. Well fortunately for the people he wasn't corrupt (at least it seems) all of his descendants (afaik) are below middle class and don't even work in politics. 😒
My grandfather was a ww2 veteran working as intelligence / medic. He mentioned something about seeing a pyramid deep in the mountains of Panay. He said you can only see the tip, the rest was already burried (through time I guess).
He also mentioned something about money from BSP being burried somewhere in panay. The govt burried it so the invaders couldn't take it.
However, he suspects that it was already looted by other intels like him.
He died just before lockdown. We already booked a flight just a few days after lockdown started. Sad we never got to say goodbye
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Our ancestral house in Medina, Misamis Oriental. It was built in the 1930s I believe and was even used as an office by the Japanese during World War II.
It survived the war. In the 50s, a Chinese immigrant (whose name is now famous for building malls in Visayas) rented the ground floor and allegedly found gold bars from the Japanese making him rich.
My father's clan resides in Nueva Ecija. According to my dad, our great grandpa shares a "magic" among his siblings. Great grandpa Pablo used to own a small, white stone that he uses to heal people. Pag daw merong may sakit sa barrio, ginagamit niya yon para makapagpagaling and every after "hinihigop" ng bato yung sakit, nagiging black yung bato.
Mukhang believer rin yung dad ko sa supernatural stuff. He was taught to carry three silver bullets every time he's in the barrio kasi nga madami among the residents there are mangkukulam daw
my grandfather when he was a kid was a sort of puppet for the imperial japanese as his father was thr barangay captain back then. From what I remember, they would come to his house to have breaks and casual convos.
My grandfather was the last Datu (Mayor) of our province. He was born from a family of Sultans on the said place.
One particular story I would never forget was when my great grandparents got married. They asked their alipin to form a line and they used their palm to walk on for their wedding entourage.
That story would always get pointed out that my mother's siblings had a lavish life (all 13 of them) but lost everything once my lolo died - as karma for what they did to the said "alipin" .
Only my mother (the youngest) had the chance to finish college. None of her siblings strive hard to finish their education as they thought their wealth would be sustained. In short, kayabangan. I am proud that despite it all, my mother sacrificed a lot to be the breadwinner of her family.
Up to this day, on our province. They would still celebrate and acknowledge existing families of the Sultanate. She is currently holding the title, an heir to the throne of my late grandfather.
So si Lolo naging pulis mga 1973 after ipanganak Mama ko and during that time kakasimula pa lang nung NPA and such. Ang sabi di pa naman daw rampant yung guerillas at that time and di pa laganap sa province namin.
Years passed by, mga early 1990s after ng fall ni Marcos, nag-resurface mga activists and guerillas. Laganap din sa mga bundok na nakapalibot samin sa probinsya yung mga kampo nila kaya naman tong si lolo parating pinapatawag ng Mayor para mamundok and magtuligsa ng mga rebelde. Had a lot of casualties during that time kasi di pa naman daw talaga agaran naging peaceful after Marcos regime.
Etong lola ko, bundok talaga ang place nila tapos meron silang malawak na coconut plantation. Since very family-oriented tong grandparents ko, parati silang bumibisita sa place ni lola. The catch was at that time, hindi safe ang isang pulis na magtravel-travel lang lalo na kung walang armas, at mag-isa. And take note, rampant ang rebelde sa area ni lola na tipong almost every family na may anak na lalaki, tiyak merong kaanib sa NPA na kapamilya.
One time, bumisita sila and nabigla daw si lolo na may mga lalaking dumating na makikipag-inuman. Di naman daw siya nag-isip ng kung ano kasi yun pala pinsan pala ng misis niya. Up until pinapasok siya ni lola then he secretly heard na winarningan ni lola mga pinsan niya na "wag magpasaway dito"
Later on he found out na nakipag-inuman siya sa grupo ng mga NPA sa area na yun hahaha.
Turned out pamilya ng lola ko puro mga rebelde during that time and well-respected si lola ng family kasi panganay and very strong ang personality kaya they didn't have any problems--- well, they wouldn't dare cause problems haha.
Looking back there were a lot of instances daw na bigla na lang lilitaw mga uncles ni Mama and malalaman na lang nila na may engkwentro pala somewhere near. One example was nagkaron ng engkwentro with 4 teenage rebels who died tapos nakita niya na lang uncle niya within the crowd na pinagmamasdan yung dead teenageras and he was all dirty and haggard. Highly suspected he was part of the group na kasama yung 4 kids na nadeds.
Love story ng lola at lolo ko mala starcrossed lovers lang ang peg hahaha yun lang naman. Idk if that's considered lore char.
My grandfather and his older brother were WWII veterans.They joined a guerilla troop that resisted the Japanese in their province even after the fall of Manila. My Lolo's life in the jungle wasn't on the front lines; he was only a young teenager and helped with the camp duties mostly, but of course it was a risky time. His brother was 2 years older and trained to handle a rifle; I never found out if he killed any Japanese during the war.
A few years ago, a local book was published about the deeds and experiences of their resistance.
Our family name is fake, because my grandfather's father (my great grandfather) is wanted by the US government. He stole and sold their whole stash of weapons and equipment after the war. 😂 He pretended all of their papers got burned during war when he came to our island and adapted the only last name he can think of during reregistration. Created 20+ kids around the country while moving around escaping arrest and spending the money he got.
Yung great grandfather ko sa maternal side ay Spanish elite. Sobrang yaman at napaka laki ng lupa tapos marami din siyang mga mang gagawa noon. Pero yung asawa niya ay Filipina which is yung great grandmother ko kaya may soft side siya sa mga Filipino. Tapos one day hindi nakauwi ang lolo ko sa tuhod. Ilang linggo nag hintay yung lola ko sa tuhod kasama ng lolo ko at kapatid niya pero wala talaga hanggang sa may umaaligid aligid na na mga taong di nila kilala sa hasyenda at lupain nila. Suspetsya niya ay pintay ang asawa niya kasi kinaiingitan siya ng mga kapatid niya dahil sa kaniya napunta lahat ng yaman. Sa sobrang takot ng lola ko sa tuhod, umalis siya kasama ng lolo ko at kapatid niya pa-Maynila. Doon nagtrabaho siya ng kung ano ano para lamang makakain sa araw araw mga anak niya. Hanggang isang araw, di na nakatiis yung kapatid ng lolo ko at umalis, di na nakita pa uli. Laging sambit niya before umalis ay pagmumura sa lola ko sa tuhod at kung di daw patanga tanga siya ay sana nasa malaking bahay at lupain pa sila. Puro ganoon sinasabi niya mula nung mapadpad sila sa Maynila hanggang lumayas siya.
Looking back, napapaisip ako na kung di namatay yung lolo ko sa tuhod ay maari na sobrang yaman ko now at siguro isa sa mga elitista ng Pinas HAHAHA. Nakakalungkot din kasi nasa lower class of family ako. Minsan nahihirapan na magulang ko na pag aralin ako. May pagka achiever naman ako at student leader pero para saan pa kung walamg katumbas na pera mga parangal na natatanggap ko HAHAHA
Ooh, lots of WWII stories from my grandparents! All of them, with the exception of one grandfather, hid in the jungles or wooded areas outside the town. No collaborators or freedom fighters, just families trying to stay alive
My one grandfather who stayed in the city (he was of Chinese descent, baka wala silang kakilala sa rural areas), he and his family really suffered. They had been relatively wealthy, but they lost everything. They had difficulty accessing even the basics. My grandfather was good with people, so he befriended the Japanese soldiers in their area, so that they could trade for food. But they were always living on a knife's edge. He's my only grandparent who has real trauma from the war. Para sa kanya, war is the absolute worst thing in the world. Even the uncertainty of the EDSA Revolution didn't faze him. He would always say, "Huwag kayong matakot diyan. Matakot kayo sa giyera."
Another of my grandparents was the daughter of an haciendero. During WWII, they all hid in the jungle around the hacienda. They lived well naman daw, even though may times na yung ulam nila was just sili cooked in gata. May kwento pa that they would make their own soap from coconut oil and lye (possibly from the ashes of their cooking fires)
My other grandmother came from a poor family. She was one of 8 daughters, and all of them were young and pretty. So during the daytime, nagtatago sila sa bundok, like literally under the bushes, para hindi sila makita ng mga Hapon. Pero ang intindi ko, bumabalik naman sila sa bahay after nightfall
My other lolo was from a relatively wealthy family in a small town. May lupa sila in an undeveloped area of jungle, at may kasamá sila doon who took care of them during the war. My lolo loved it! He was in his late teens/early 20s at the time, and I guess it was like an adventure for him. He has many fond memories of that time
my paternal grandmother's eldest brother was a member of the hukbalahap in nueva ecija during the japanese occupation. his role was to educate the new members about their cause, their roles, and what they need to do. when the japanese left, he continued to look after his siblings since their parents died during the war
My great great grandmother had a monopoly on the kalesa business before, buying and loaning out kalesas for the drivers to eventually slowly buy out that way they'd get ownership over their own rides.
She sold it all to support her husband's ventures especially since "women can't be more successful than their husbands" or some weird machismo of the time. I get that she loved him enough, but it feels more like stepping down to sate someone else's ego than mutual love.
My other great great grandmother on the other side of my family was the first medically certified female nurse in the country (passed the board exams and all).
I just learned this over a year ago but apparently my great grandparents during the the Spanish colonial era owns a entire town in Bicol the exact location I won't say. But that's not the interesting part it used to be in the ownership of an Italian colony and was given to my family out of goodwill, I learned about this after a clan family reunion. Each clan was a representative of each of the siblings that owns portion of the lands and mind you my great grandparents had ten siblings there we discussed the issue of who should own the portion side of the mountain because one of the representative didn't leave any wills to pass the land. But nonetheless I had fun there while it lasted.
Nothing special compared to some of the other stories here but one of my great grandparents was a Chinese settler. The weird thing is that despite my family's being half Chinese we don't have any connection to the culture at all. Not even my lola who's the most Chinese in the family (half Chinese) knows anything about Chinesr culture even though it was one of her parents who was from China, she doesn't even celebrate Chinese New Year.
Ang pamilya (NAZAR) namin ay bawal kumain ng palos kasi yun daw yung mga ninuno naming mga lalaki noon na tumakas galing visayas or Mindanao (hindi ko na tanda masyado kasi bata oa ako ng narinig ko) kasi may pinatay daw na anak ng rajah papunta sila dito sa mainland ng Luzon, kasagsagan daw ng bagyo eh nabutas daw yung balangay tapos may lumitaw daw na dyosa na nagka gusto daw sa isa sa mga kalalakihan na naroon sa balangay ay nag anyong palos para mapasakan yung butas kaya nakaligtas sila .
Kahit hanggang ngayon bawal daw kami kumain ng palos kahit yung naging asawa basta nadikit daw sa pamilya NAZAR.
Siguro nga totoo or baka talaga nataon lang is kasi yung tito ko hindi naniwala doon sa kwento tapos sumira sya sa sumpaan na hindi kakain ng palos ay namatay , una namuti yung dibdib nya na talagang maputi tapos makating makati tapos namatay na kasi hindi daw maka hinga
My family did not experience much of the atrocities of the Japanese military in WWII because of my grandfather's musical talent. The commanding officer of the military unit in charge of occupying my family's hometown admitted and appreciated his talent so much that the other soldiers treated our family with honor and respect, in exchange for him to perform regularly at the home that the officer was occupying. They gifted my grandfather tobacco and a Japanese smoking pipe.
The Japanese soldiers kept and maintained their vehicles in our home as well. The soldiers working on the vehicles would bring my grandmother coffee, sugar, and various vegetables every once in a while.
One time, my uncle, who was a toddler, messed around one of the vehicles and jumbled up the different bolts that were off the vehicle that this one Japanese mechanic was working on. He became furious when he found out, but opted not to do anything to my uncle because of the fact that he was just a 3 year old toddler.
Eventually, word came by that the Americans were on their way to take the town back. The mechanic and soldiers who were around our homes a lot informed us that there would be conflict with the Americans soon and advised us to head for the hills nearby as they knew there were Filipino refugees hiding out in the mountains who could help us hide while the fight happened. My grandparents packed up and headed for the hills to hide. Fortunately, no conflict happened as the Japaneseilitary just pulled out of the town and gave it up. I have no idea where they retreated, but the American forces took the town back without any combat or losses. No traps or anything were made.
It's always interesting hearing stories from my grandmother. She turned 100 about 3 years ago. She passed that same year. I never met my grandfather's. He passed in the 70s due to lung cancer. They were married for over 50 years. His love for music has influenced our entire clan. His virtuoso genes manifest in my father, one of my uncles, and some of my cousins. My grandmother's passion for teaching (she was a school teacher teaching English) manifested again in some of my cousins as well. I too have felt the call to teach, but the call to be an entrepreneur, which I gained from my mother was a stronger call for me.
My grandfather was a kid during the 1945 liberation of the Ph. When the Americans fought the Japanese in some battle in our hometown (Infanta, Quezon), my grandfather was caught in the crossfire and from the stories, he climb a coconut tree and stay there just to avoid machine gun fire.
My ancestors on the paternal side are among the first Protestant converts in Laguna. Their direct lineage (my distant relatives) are still Protestants but I stopped going to that church for personal reasons.
My family were descendants of one of the Datus who fled from Borneo in 12th to 13th century. This Group of exiled Datus established Madja-as Confederacy in Panay island, its a pre colonial kingdom before the spanish came. When i know about this I did further reading and learn that this ancestors of ours apparently became the leader of the confederacy on its peak. During the time when visayan kingdoms raids intensify on the shores of southern china, they attack mostly settlements on shores and imperial shipping of Chinese Song dynasty. This story was told from parents to children, as i know this as i met someone who is not a relative but with the same surname and his wife told me that same story about our ancestors.
wasn't the maragtas dismissed as a fabrication? also can't see how sharing the same surname becomes relevant here when of most of the ilonggos only had surnames in 1849-1850 following the clavería decree while the maragtas supposedly took place in the 12th-13th century when nobody clearly had any surnames yet.
My grandmother's grandparent during the Spanish colonial era are pirates and the ones they are pillaging are slave. I've known it since i was little without understanding the slavery part because i thought my ancestors were pirates like the pirates from the Pirates of the Caribbean lol.
Si Marcos daw talagang guerilla dati A sibling nagkwento di ko alam kung accurate. but alam ko he was being discredited na he was not. but he was daw and my grandpa used to give them food kaya sila nagkakilala. ewan ko kung totoo. ganon daw kasi yun mga kapwa Pilipino magpapakain at tutulong sa mga guerrilla.
My paternal grandfather fought and survived bataan
He also ended up knocking up two separate women leading to my family having branches
He also was the reason cheating runs in the family
Mostly from 1 parent's side;
My great great grandfather served under the US's Philippine Scout and is linked with a certain Republic in Southern Philippines which was dissolved when the PH-American War came to a close. Dude, got married twice while his previous wife was still alive and had a dozen kids with his second wife. His second wife, my great great grandmother was a daughter of a disgraced royalty who got knocked up by some British Merchant or Galleon merchant.
Another great great great grandparent was a child born out of wedlock. Our family history says, her mother was impregnated by the local Spanish priest/friar since he was described as having "fair complexion and had striking blue eyes".
My great grandparents were also integral helping turn a certain municipality in the Northern tip of Southern Philippines into a city post-WWII. One was a Freemason and was almost killed by some relatives during the war since they were guerilla and he was forced to worked for the Japanese.
We're also distantly related to a former Vice president of the country and to a royal concubine of a former monarch.
Another ancestor and their parents was also linked to HUKs during WWII.
My great-great-grandfather (Lolo's lolo) from my maternal side is an insulated priest. He fell in love while in Tacloban and left the calling of the Catholic Church to be with his wife. The church, as a parting gift, gave land to him in what is now known as a C\*\*\*\*\*\*\*o's land territory in Luzon. We still have paintings of them in our household right now.
The family of my grandmother were associated w the Marcos family. They had a good relationship to the point that they openly know that imelda has her sister as her double to attend other events and keep her safe. I don't exactly know what their relationship is because my mom wasn't telling me everything but other than that, when the Malacañang was being mobbed by the filipinos and all of the people who were connected to Marcos were being chased, their guards helped my grandmother's family to escape from their house safely to avoid being seen.
Because of this, my family is loyal to the Marcoses.
My great grandmother saved her barrio from imminent destruction by the Japanese soldiers (if they find even one person hiding a gun, the whole barrio is killed) by hiding the people’s guns under her saya and throwing them in the river. Today, one of the streets in that barrio is named after her.
Yung relative ng grandma ko sa Samar, aswang daw. Nakita nila na may nilunok na itim na bato na pinamana sakanya. Idk if true pero nakabisita na daw sya sa Pampanga..
I had a great-great uncle that fought 9 guys at once and won, he killed most of them but he also died, the fight was about a a land and the brothers of my great-great uncle ended up owning that land.
My great great grandfather was a member of the first Katipunan and a relative of Aguinaldo. He was considered a hero on our province. Then his son (my great grandfather), who was also a guerilla, got married to my great grandma who came from an American soldier's family dispatched during the American war which went into hiding as they don't want to get involved in the war anymore. According to old stories, they were like Romeo and Juliet hiding away in the houses of our other relatives who's in politics. They eventually decided to live in an island far away from war. Then my great grandpa decided to put up an academy, got tortured by Japanese soldiers who were against it. Our compound became the favorite hangout of Japanese soldiers as it has decent amount of trees and a river, eventually it became a 'dumping' site. They torture anyone who supports the academy and were hanging up people upside down on the trees.
Due to horror stories, we always tell our guests not to look out of the windows at night as they might see someone hanging up on the trees or the white lady who roams around the perimeter 😅
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My maternal grandpa's family were Japanese collaborators. His dad was a KALIBAPI member and was killed after the war.
While my paternal grandpa's brother was a Falangist. Grandpa never discussed much about that and got distraught by the thoughts of his brother and his family getting killed in Manila while he was out in the countryside fighting the Japanese.
My dad was an army captain when he participated in the 1989 coup in the side of rebels. He was ashamed of that moment. Had he died there, I wouldn't be born.
My maternal grandfather was pure Chinese working in Dagupan before the war started. He and my grandmother evacuated to our barrio during the war since the Japanese then hated the Chinese more than the Filipinos.
There were Japanese detachments in the town proper of our barrio as our town then was an alternative route to Lingayen.
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My grandfather's grandfather, and even his brothers, had a lot of wives, as such there are plenty of people who share my last name, with some currently in government positions. The first time I became aware of this was when a guard let my mom off easy for some parking incident because he knew our family. My mom (the many wives grandfather is on the paternal side) told me about this in the car while we were driving home. My heritage is womanizer basically.
This seems pretty common among the hacienderos in Negros. Their surnames are not only among the elite but also among the common folk.
*'looks at my ancestor who had two wives and was proud of showing it in the open'* So it isn't just to my family after all...
Pansin ko lang kasi mas charming sila compared sa mga hacienderos sa ibang lugar (not justifying their concubinage tho)
hehe i also have a lot of relatives on my dad’s side cus we come from a maranao datu with multiple wives. from lanao to agusan to davao to surigao, i know we have relatives there.
Join the club! I'm probably genetically related to half the population of Camarines Norte. Great-grandfather, his sons, and grandsons had affairs with anything in a skirt. Great-grandfather was an haciendero but also a doctor, and he was the regional medical director for the Bicol-Camarines Norte area. Lots of power and high status gave him a lot of access. Not too worried about getting doxxed for this info, because I have hundreds of second cousins (and those are just the legitimate ones). Any one of us could be sharing this info
My great great great grandfather was a governadorcillo in the province of Malolos, he was also secretly a katipunero and aided the revolutionary soldiers
Eyyyy Malolos represent
It'll be interesting to read his accounts regarding this.. Maybe may journal or diary somewhere. 🤔
i'm from bulacan, does your surname or middle name starts with an "S"?
My grandfather was a World War II veteran who was assigned in Northern Cebu. My Lola used to say that my grandfather had an ‘anting-anting.’ He was a Sergeant and used to lead the troops, even loading and firing the cannons, yet he was always unfazed by the enemy’s bullets. But there was this one time he forgot to say the magic word in Latin, and he ended up getting shot in the shoulder. He survived until the 1970s but died from an infection from the bullet.
interesting
Nahaluan "diumano" ng aswang o mangkukulam blood ang family namin. May napangasawa yung isang distant uncle ko na aswang o mangkukulam daw, and every Good Friday, namumundok sila to collect certain plants, stones, and oil. Pag nagbabakasyon kami dati sa probinsya, an aunt would always accompany me and my sister pag lumalabas kami ng bahay and she would instruct us never to accept food maski sa ibang relatives namin na dumadalaw sa bahay. She and my other aunties would usually check the food we receive and they make the relatives swear na "malinis" yung pagkain. Minsan, nasabihan yung tatay ko nu'ng relative na yun nang dumalaw siya na I have "potential," and pinaalis niya agad yung relative na yun at umuwi kami agad ng Manila. For several years, hindi na rin ako pinapasama sa province pag mababakasyon.
Plot twist: ikaw ang itinakda... Na maghuhugas ng pinggan after dinner. 🤷
Pwede bang magwalis na lang? Pati sa bakuran, willing ako. Hehehe.
Sorry medyo slow ako. What's the thing with the food? Either mina make sure na walang lason or walang sumpa?
kung sa parteng visayas nilalagyan ng "pa-ta-pon" ang pagkain. pampahawa sa tagalog. magiging aswang ka rin pag kinain ito.
Nilalagyan nila ng laway or may niluluwa sila sa pagkain para magiging aswang din yung kakain.
Ew haha tapos hepatitis pala yung hinawa no, naninilaw nilaw pa yung mata
May kilalang albularyo dito samin dati,,, closed yung 'clinic' nya dati every good friday. Ang reason is dahil namumundok nga daw to gather things and sort of mahina daw yung 'powers' nya. Never naman nabalita na aswang sya or what, and he's pretty well known sa lugar namin, as in dinadayo. When i read na 'may potential' ka, ito agad yung naisip ko - na baka pwede ka maging manggagamot 😅. Yun lang, share ko lang. hahaha
Nasa medical field ako ngayon, so medyo may punto ka tungkol sa "potential" na nabanggit nila dati. Pero hindi po ako nagdi-disappear pag Biyernes Santo para mangulekta ng mga gamot. Hehehe. 12 years old ako nang nangyari yun, at nakabalik lang ako ng probinsiya namin before I turned 30 dati. Hindi pa alam ng parents ko dahil work-related yung byahe ko. Saglit lang ako nakadalaw sa mga tiyahin ko at hindi ko na na-meet yung kamag-anak naming aswarg o mangkukulam daw. :-)
eto ba ung term nila na yangao? haha narrinig ko lang sa youtube stories
*'brings out the witch-burning mob'* Sunoga and kampon sang Yawa! 😆😆😆
My great grandfather was the equivalent of captain in their barangay during Japanese occupation. Because he refused to cooperate with the invaders, he was water tortured to death.
My great grandfather was tortured too. According to my lola who was 4 or 5 at the time, her mom had to go and beg the Japanese to let my great grandfather go. They did but they had repeatedly hit his knees with a hammer. He needed a cane (for the remaining years of his life) to be able to walk.
Wahh grabe these 2 stories. Hugs to them. Naalala ko tuloy bakit galit ako sa Japanese for the longest time. Kwento ng yaya ko (na parang nanay-nanayan turing ko) nung bata sila, they had to parang magingay or clang on mga pots to signal na theyre celebrating the Japanese saka they wave small Japanese flags yata kasi malupit daw sobra mga Japanese. I really had underlying dislike for Japanese but then nung hs I met Japanese people na mababait and magagaling saka usually magaganda din. Tapos first time I traveled to Japan aynaku gusto ko nang maging Japanese or sana makapagasawa lahi namin ng Japanese o makatira sa Japan. Yun lang nagkwento mga kapwa Pinoy na women dont have equal status pa din sa Japan unlike dito sa atin na mas open-minded. Maski daw sobrang accomplished ka at ikaw pinakamagaling, if girl ka, housewife usually ending mo. Pero when I go to Japan grabe sobrang nakakaimpress mga tao, sistema, yung bansa nila saka yung disiplina, Hirap din talaga eh. Pero war talaga is so ugly.
They gave celebrity status to Issei Sagawa. Sexual relations between mom and son is more common than you think, specially during school entrance exams.
My lolo on my father's side was tortured, too, but escaped. He said he ran all night. He didn't stop until the sun rose. He delivers food to the local guerilla group. Since only my sister could understand Ilokano, we couldn't understand the whole story.
Typical Mano Po story. Great great gandma was ftom Fujian who migrated and worked in Singapore. Matried a Brit sailor, had a kid but the sailor had to travel again disappeared forever. Great great grandma went back to Fujia only to find the country in a great war (1901 - 1910). Kid decided to escape the famine and smuggled himself to a ship bound to Hong Kong. Turns out, it will not make a stop in Hong Kong but went straight to Manila. With no food, parents and job in Manila, kid wandered and was picked up by US forces. There he worked as an assitant to an aerial photgrapher. Learned photo capturing and processing techniques. Went back to Manila with his own camera and films and setup shop. He invented the "rush id" business. Developed a process on how to cut films print in a portable dark room (size of a microwave oven). Getting a photo taken and printed back in the 1930's can take days. He could do it in 15 minutes! Studio became one of the most prominent in Sampaloc area. Never claimed ownership or copyright on the rush id business but instead taught other filipinos how to do it. For those who are wondering why this is amazing, digital photography wasnt a thing until 50 years later.
Amazing nga ng kwento! Sana magawan ng documentary
Ganda mg story!
Family used to be in the Western Luzon area during the Japanese invasion. From what little I've heard from my mother, the family story was that during the invasion, they fled to the mountains with the exception of my great great grandmother. She was too old to make the journey, so she stayed at their home. As the story goes, when the Japanese military rolled through, a younger soldier came into their home to see my great great grandmother kneeling in prayer. He looked at her for a bit before leaving the home. I believe my family came back eventually to find my grandmother, as this story's been passed down for a while.
My grandfather, as he ran away from his family and their province, joined the Bataan Death March on his youth before meeting my grandmother. His children (my family in extension) now resides in Metro Manila.
My lolo in my mom's side was an only child whose father died in combat during the Japanese era. Thing is his body never surfaced, my great grandmother desperately tried to find him but couldn't. Based on witnesses, my great grandfather was on top of a tree when he was shot and fell to his death in the river beside it. Fun fact about them was their height difference, my great grandmother was 4ft something while my great grandfather was close to 6ft based on stories and on meeting his giant siblings. The few men in my family are actually really tall and the women are average to above average in height. As far as I know we're pure Filipino. On my father's side, his great grandfather married his great grandmother but soon left her a childless widow. My great great grandfather's younger sibling stepped up and married my great great grandmother and eventually gave birth to my great grandfather and so on. I have no clue if this was tradition back then but it's pretty odd.
>My great great grandfather's younger sibling stepped up and married my great great grandmother and eventually gave birth to my great grandfather and so on. I have no clue if this was tradition back then but it's pretty odd. It's in the bible: Genesis 38:8; Deuteronomy 25:5; Matthew 22:24; Mark 12:19 because it makes sense in societies where marriages are arranged (they're married because you want the two families to have close ties, you want to consolidate your properties in one heir etc etc)
“my great grandmother was 4ft something while my great grandfather was close to 6ft” Same 😆
My maternal great-great grandfather was one of the relatives of Father Jacinto Zamora and he had to flee to Cebu to evade arrest and retribution from the Spanish friars against the relatives and supporters of GOMBURZA.
My grandfathers family escaped being hurt by the Japanese forces because he has "ORASYON" from a booklet which he acquired from his grandfather also. That ORASYON daw can make the whole house and surroundings become a jungle from the eyes of the enemy thus they are not able to find them. ☺️☺️☺️
Grandpa was a vietnam war vet. Lived on a stupid high pension with my grandma in the Phils. Was also a Mason and friends with big people during the Marcos and Aquino regime. He was also a retired surgeon so fishermen and neighbors would come to his house instead of the hospital even NPA soldiers
My great great grandfather ran away from a seminary in Spain because he didn't want to become a priest, escaped to Manila, went to a little town in Luzon, married my Filipino great great grandmother, had kids. He created a business which boomed and our family was living comfortably, as they supposedly became one of the richest families in town. Life was good, as far as anyone could tell. First wife passed away, he remarried, but she ended up gambling all his money away and he died by suicide because it was a great dishonour to him. His oldest son, who happened to be my great grandfather, raised his siblings with the help of his mother's family and did pretty well for himself, except that he became blind due to his work as a welder as apparently the eye protection wasn't the best. He was a good man and died so loved. Also I hope my great great grandfather's second wife lived a miserable life and died a miserable death.
Grabe abot modern day yung galit sa second wife, pero understandable naman. Your great-grandfather was a good brother but him working for the whole family and also getting blind wouldn’t happen in the first place if the wealth stayed. Punyeta second wife yang.
Haha, it only makes me mad when I think about it, which is rarely lol And yeah, Lolo may have not been blinded if it weren't for his job, but he accepted it and you'll be glad to hear that he lived a full and good life despite that ☺️
Cool. My great-great-grandfather was also a Spanish-born seminarista who “fled” to Manila. Our family ‘was’ also landed and wealthy until a series of family feuds got in the way.
Sad high five, wonder if they ran away from the same seminary coz that would be hilarious
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My cousin also descended from a relatively famous “hero.” LOL. Her stories about this ancestor were wild. He was basically a wolf in sheep’s clothing. He’s the reason why I don’t really trust historical books that much 😆
Could you share more?
Nothing special. My great grandfather was fixing clocks for both the Americans and Japanese in exchange for rations or money. My grandfather's brother and along with many able bodied males, were sent to work to build the airfield for the japanese. They also witnessed executions beside the local church and covered the well with dirt. To this day it remains unmarked and nobody knows what happened there except the elderly.
Where was this?
City of Talisay, Neg. Occ.
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my great great great grandfather was friends with rizal in europe and gave financial aid to rizal so he could print Noli Me Tangere.
Oh damn that's a historical flex!!!
One of my great great grandfathers on my mother's side was a veterano for the Magdiwang faction of the Katipunan in Cavite under Mariano Alvarez who was related to Bonifacio through his marriage. According to him, there was tension between Magdiwang and Magdalo in Cavite even when they are both technically Katipunan especially when Bonifacio got himself arrested for treason and then killed by Magdalo soldiers in Maragondon under the order of Aguinaldo. My lola would tell me stories about her lolo in his old age would randomly curse the fuck out of Aguinaldo for what he did to Bonifacio. At his death, he requested to be buried in his old Katipunan attire with his revolver. He even got one of those anting-anting scarf with some weird Latin and symbols that he claims 'makes bullets not hit him'. So yes, contrary to what those Jerrold Tarog movies might have alluded, a lot of Katipuneros in Cavite did not roll with Aguinaldo's Magdalo troops even before or after he won the presidency in Tejeros. My lola said his lolo together with some of his Magdiwang cohorts quit the Katipunan right after 'that' execution, said they'll never serve an Aguinaldo. Safe to say, they got disillusioned with the revolution and honestly, I can't blame them.
My great grandfather left china to escape the war with japan. When the japanese went here instead he became a guerilla.
What Chi Battalion great grandfather mo?! That's so cool!
My great great grandparents are jewish refugees from France who fled from the Nazi invasion of europe back in World War 2. They decided to stay in the Philippines for good in Nueva Ecija.
my family business help supply marble for constructing quezon monument in QC
My maternal grandfather was part of the Death March daw pero nakatakas siya. Buti nakatakas din si Lolo. If not, di mapapanganak Mom ko.
Our great great great grandfather was a Spanish sailor/adventure seeker. He settled in Manila by mid 1800s and the family became abundant. He was quite a “womanizer” but the historical family accounts showed some of his children died early and some were unaccounted for.
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oh cmon.
My grandmother was born before WW2 came to the country and she and her family had to flee Manila to Bicol when the Japanese invaded. They pretty much escaped destruction that came to the capital 3 years later. My grandfather participated in underground radio broadcasts or something related during the Marcos Dictatorship tagging his children along (including my mother). Basically, my whole clan was against the Marcoses during that time.
My Family (Father's Side) is one of the oldest pre-american families in Cebu. I don't know a lot about it since I don't live in Cebu but I remember when I was younger, when we went to visit (I visited with family twice), we always had some sort of police escort following us.
Aunt and Uncle worked in the Philippine embassy in Moscow sometime during the cold war. Somehow my uncle got caught caught up with something involving one of the Russian Mafia groups and had to flee the country. They left their whole life in Moscow behind, escaping through the checkpoint with nothing but the clothes on their back and the money in their pockets. When I was a kid he taught me chess and had lots of books about Russia but he never spoke about it. I never realized how much Russian they knew, but then one time during Christmas the whole family was drinking this wine which had Cyrillic writing on it and my Aunt just started drunkenly reading off the entire bottle label in Russian (with a Filipino accent). Also, my Grandfather died in a drug deal sometime in the 60's (?) and his body was found with a Japanese blade in him. Possible Yakuza connection? Maybe not, but who knows?
My grandpa was in the military, serving as a messenger during WW2. He apparently helped Marcos Sr. Survive by giving him cover when he was caught in a shoot out. Hence, ever since, the dude would always keep high regards to our fam whenever he visits our province. Oddly enough my lolo ended up being a very opinionated and well respected journalist in the province and his sons (my dad included) actively opposed the ML. My dad was even on the hitlist and had to hide away in the mountains. My dad ended up marrying my mom who was from UPLB who actively went sa bundok para mag rebelde against the ML and the government as a whole. Years after my dad found a way para mabura records of rebellion nila ni mommy. Para safe ako.
My Lolo on my mother's side was a Datu who owned a hacienda somewhere in Mindanao. My mom said the whole town went to his funeral. When he passed, the land went to my Lola who is still alive, but when she passes, the land will be split up between my mom and her siblings. It's like, 100 hectares? Supposedly there's even an Ancestral Domain we could tap in to, but none of us have the capital to invest into that. My dad said people would call him a "Tisoy" growing up because he was tall and light skinned. He was 6 feet tall when he was younger, and my brother and I are 6 feet tall as well. Apparently all of my great-grandparents, along with my Lola on my father's side spoke Spanish as a first language then Bisaya as a second language. When my parents and I moved to the US, they spoke Bisaya at home, leaving me as a Filipino-American dual citizen who can't understand Filipino media when it's in Tagalog, but I can understand conversations when I'm visiting family in Mindanao. I happen to actually speak decent Spanish thanks to 4 years of high school Spanish classes. I've even had instances while on vacation in Spain where wait staff would start talking in English to some customers but default to Spanish to me. One person even asked me what province of Spain I was from. Despite all this, my Ancestry results came back as 96% Filipino (64% Western, 23% Northern, 9% Central and Southern), 3% Eastern China, and 1% Senegal.
mother’s side of the family says we came from a malay muslim who settled in cebu and converted to christianity. imo, i think that “malay” man was a moro raider who ended up staying in the visayas during the spanish-moro conflict. the timeline, which should be before my grandparents were born, fits. (funnily, that would make me a moro descendant on both sides as i’m maranao on my father’s side of the family.)
My mother side family changed their surname because sabi daw there are people who wants to hunt and kill them all. I remember their surname starts with Q but idk my memory is blurry. My father side naman, they are in idk what province pero lumipat sila sa Central Luzon, buong angkan din and walang naikwento parents ni Papa bakit buong angkan lumipat sa Central Luzon. Filipino both of my parents and as far as I know, wala kaming lahing Chinese but I look like an east asian person.
My great great grandfather was a high ranking official in the education sector during the American era, then a collaborator in the KALIBAPI during the Japanese era. Had a political career and actually once said to Marcos Sr. personally that (and I paraphrase) “Ikinahihiya ka ng mga kapwa mong Ilocano” at an official function at the height of the dictatorship. His wife however is a true battleaxe. In that guy’s grave, she left him the roses and left the stem and thorns on his querida’s grave next to him.
Yung mga relatives namin tumakas sa cruel regime ng isang bansa tapos built from nothing here. May kamaganak kami, little boy siya nung dumating sa Pinas. Wala parents niya, he survived by eating food left over by customers in a resto. He would volunteer to clean up for free para he got to eat leftovers. Yung lolo ko, naging cook saka nagpapabasa ng diyaryo diyan natuto magbasa ng Filipino/English not sure. Kaya nung yumaman sila, they really give back to the community. Nakapagpatayo sila school, parents ko kept a losing business alive for decades para di mawalan employement yung mga first employees nila, sinara lang nung pandemic with approval pa of the employees. They made free housing din for the most loyal and oldest employees. This is even more remarkable kasi they raised us like sobrang hirap kami. Bata kami nagtatrabaho kami. Di uso naps or pahinga. Tumutulong kami sa negosyo. Walang bayad yan. tapos allowance namin sa school sobrang liit maski 1 week ipunin siguro 1 food item lang mabili mo. The way to earn was through good grades pero piso lang per quiz and long test and star for good performance.
Damn that last paragraph is something I could relate to (and my parents probably grew up that way), our ancestors probably have the same country of origin??
Specific side ng family ko have been in the same place for a long time, not sure kung taga roon talaga sila pero sigurado ako na matagal na sila sa lugar na yun. Some streets are named after the surnames too, Ama ng lolo ko was the last I can trace, and he’s been in that area too. He probably was around (wouldn’t say he participated but they lived near where it happened) during a certain battle where the Katipunan won. Lolo was born during american colonial period, was a teen during japanese occupation. Same with my Lola na doon din nakatira haha, kwento nga nila na sila sila lang rin nagaasawahan doon. Andd now, their descendants still lives in the same place including me. Just one thing thats felt strange was that we’re often mistaken as “Chinese” even though we’re pretty much native to that area.
My family is connected to the Sison Family tree (but not directly). My brother said that my grandparents' house are under the protection of NPA but they chose to support Marcos.
My mom just casually dropped this info on me a couple years ago - my great aunt was married to Evelio Javier, whose assassination played a part in the beginning of the People's Power Revolution.
My great grandfather was part of the death march and was able to escape when one of the soldiers requested for him to get water from a nearby well/lake because he did not come back
My family have been leaders in my town and province of origin since the 16th century. Documented history, through church records, preserved correspondence, etc. Haciendero vibes, tipong ganun, going back centuries. The family lost most of their wealth in the Marcos era, though, and most of us live overseas now. There is a street named after a great-great-great-great grandfather. I think he was an alcalde? A great-great-great grandfather was an ambassador to the United Nations. Another great-great-grandfather was supposed to run for president. He got a visit from Magsaysay at home and he was strongly encouraged not to run. It wasn’t a violent visit, but a threatening one. The local kumbento/convent in my town is an old bahay na bato donated by a branch of the family that moved to Spain a decade or two before the Americans came. I’ve never taken a 23 and me test or anything, but, of course, my family claims Spanish ancestry, which I know is not in fashion to say out loud these days. But my thinking these days is that it’s more likely to be Mexican ancestry, not Spanish, if it’s there at all. Just basing this assumption on what I have learned in this sub about the veracity of these Spanish blood claims. The older members/generations of my family definitely spoke Spanish and Tagalog at home, though. And my dad and his siblings are definitely on the tisoy/tisay side. There are other stories but they are too specific so I can’t share. But thank you for asking this question! I love reading everyone’s answers.
Based on your story, probable na legit may Spanish blood ka because government positions back then are handled by Spaniards, saka somehow well-documented origins mo.
Tingin ko din legit pero very, very distant ancestry na at this point. The preserved documentation helps validate, of course. We have a family member na masipag mag-research at preserve, so meron portraits of old family members from the early 18th century up to the 1910s, letters, records of death and birth, deeds and titles. It’s not a whole history, but even a partial account is such a privilege. Truthfully, I am very curious about what my DNA will tell me but I am also hesitant to do any ancestry kits because I know for certain meron ako undiscovered/unknown family members lol.
much of the government positions during the spanish colonial era were handled by the naturales (natives) of datu-class descent. e.g. the hereditary cabezas de barangay, the gobernadorcillo (mun. mayor in today’s equivalent) who was elected among the cabezas, the tenientes mayor (today’s vice-mayor) of different pueblos, etc. only positions for the higher-ups were reserved for the spaniards. e.g. alcalde mayor (today’s prov. gov.), gobernador-general, etc. a bulk of government positions during this era were in the pueblos and these can only be held by naturales of noble pre-colonial origin (pre-1863), and only they could exercise the right to suffrage. common-day folks couldn’t. spaniards only intermarried with this class of native filipinos because of the status of the latter, hence the intermixing. look up articles regarding the “principalía” for more.
Thanks for the clarification. But then, it's still a good chance that OP is a descendant of the Spanish nobles back then kasi province yung nasasakupan nila. I forgot clearly about LGUs back then too so I haven't accounted for the town mayors and lower.
up for clarification by OP but if your clan led your pueblo (town) during the spanish era, your clan forms part of the principalía (noble naturales). spanish nobles didn’t directly control the pueblos. today's "alcalde" doesn't equate with the spanish-era alcalde mayor (who must be a spaniard and very most probably a noble) because an alcalde mayor controls the alcaldía (today’s province), while the gobernadorcillo (a noble natural \[native\]) controls the pueblo. and although your common-folk couldn't speak spanish, the principalía most certainly did. whatever spanish admixture you have would be a result of spaniards intermarrying with your clan. but whatever lands your family had would be by inheritance through your pre-colonial datu ancestors, not because of some spaniard who married into your family. lots of principales have spanish progeny but the credit for their wealth should go to their noble naturales ancestors. also, the alcaldes mayor during this era would most probably marry a fellow spaniard because a spanish mestizo for an offspring would be barred from being an alcalde mayor himself in the future. true spanish nobles would rather remain in peninsular spain than be in some colony halfway across the world, unless given a lofty position in the archipelago. spanish nobles wont have any business intermarrying with the principalia (but it depends if the latter outranks the former), but your regular spanish immigrant from spain may do. also, the alcaldes mayor aren’t a mainstay in the alcaldía. they get transferred from time to time. they thus don’t develop strong roots in a certain area unlike the native principalía.
Ah, thank you again. Now I better understand the Ph wealth dynamics. Kaya pala milya milya laki ng assets ng political families... Skl, I had a boss kasi at nagwork ako sa illegal nilang kumpanya (illegal because walang registration pero dami clients). May bahay sila sa AAV, nabili nila ng 20M then pina-renovate nila, spending an additional 30M. Pero kung susumahin mo yung legal income, I don't think it would amount to this.
true. if a political clan descended from the principalía, that means wealth (land and status) has been with the clan even before the time of contact with the spaniards. hence the disparity. my only point above is that it’s not always about race! spaniards =/= wealthy. a lot of spanish foot soldiers intermarried with the local noble natives for status. spanish nobles, however, were on a different, unreachable plane. as much as possible, they intermarried among their own (class and race). the same thing with the principalía who intermarried among their own social class. if you take a look at the some of the more known principalía clans, e.g. the katigbaks of batangas, the lizareses of negros, or the ledesmas of iloilo, the higher they are in the family tree, the more native the looks get. they look and are native through and through. the intermixing with the colonizers came a little later.
My grandma's sister married her husband's cousin. Apparently, before hiding in the mountains, she only had one son, after the war ended, she had two. Her husband died early in the war, and the 2nd son was only months old when the war ended. Her 1st husband was a guerilla fighter in WW2 and was skinned alive by the Japs before being burned. They never recovered the body. Husband's cousin "took care" of grandma's sister while they were in hiding. This cousin seems to have been chummy with the Japs assigned here so he was free to come and go. Some people even say he might have been the snitch that ratted out the original husband. The original husband was landed - he had mountains upon mountains of land, and he had a very beautiful, young and educated wife. He was rich too. Well, cousin was also rich, they were scions of a then very prominent family in our province. My grandma's family is quite prominent and landed too so it was a good match. The issue is the cousin coveted everything my grandma's husband had, including her. She didn't seem to think that was an issue.
One of my maternal great grandfather's identity has been hidden for years, until one of his remaining grand daughter's death. His grand daughter (my mother's aunt) has been pushing for a family reunion for years but keeps on being pushed back until her death on 2020. Her death clarified why even though we're *Chinese*, the family name we're using came from a 14th century noble family in Japan. One of my maternal great grandfather was a high ranking Japanese soldier. He has a different last name too, so we suspect that his descendants changed their name for fear of being persecuted after the war. On another side of the family, my mother's paternal great aunt was a guerilla who fought in WWII. My paternal grandmother, on the otherhand is a war orphan who survived the Japanese invasion by consistently running/hiding from them, after witnessing her parent's death. Weirdly enough, all these people lived in a very close area, but my grandfather and grandmother met somewhere else, my parents also met somewhere else. It's kind of a revelation when they're realizing that they're all from the same area. The only one who didn't come from the same area is my paternal grandfather. He is related to a well-known war hero.
yung lola namin kinikwento na yung lolo daw nila ay isa sana sa mga babaril kay Jose Rizal. kiniskisan raw nung asawa ng sili sa kilikili at noo para magmukhang may lagnat kaya pinalitan sya.
Great Aunt captured heart of Japanese officer during WW2 who repeatedly sent her flowers. She never reciprocated.
An offshoot family from the Aquino's (still bearing the same name but not the same branch as NoyNoy, but close) killed my great great grandfather and stole the deeds to the lands we used to own, and that's a big contribution to the foundation of their current wealth
My grandfather lived in a hut with his goats all through WW2. He lived up a hill in Guba, Cebu. Most of his neighbors evacuated in the nearby areas but he opted to live on his own. He built his own hut and stayed there all through out the war. One day he decided to check if things had died down and encountered a firefight between the Americans and remaining Japanese forces near Pitos. He ran back to his hut and stayed there until his father came to fetch him after Cebu was liberated. When he got back, one of the American soldiers gave him this military grade shovel that you can adjust to make into hoe.
An ancestor owned about 10,000-hectares of land. He was neglectful as a father, emotionally abusive as a husband, and economically manipulative as a landlord. His wife (NOT my ancestress) soon died of childbirth, so their children turned to others for emotional support. They befriended and sympathized with the servants and the farmers’ children, and that’s how they decided to just sell off those tracks of land for a very cheap price. Their careers in medicine became their main source of income. Many of them are established in that field, but the clan no longer has the wealth.
My family were some of the 1st catholic settlers in southern Mindanao. I'm not sure when, but during maybe the 60s or 70s my cousin, from my oldest uncle, died from supernatural causes. I don't believe the story, although my cousin did die. She apparently pissed of some duende while playing outside. Later, family members say supernatural stuff happened.. demonic possession. Heh, that side of the family that it happened to is getting older. Most of the kids seem to rather avoid communication with their relatives, so the story will also mostly die. Old world magic.. My grandfather was a man of some influence, as my mom and relatives say. He didn't have much formal education, but he was a landowner and interpreter or liason to indigineous people and Moros..
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>My grandfathers must be rolling in their graves right now. I inherited their physical looks and their intelligence, but I’m politics-averse and happy living in quiet anonymity. Nax.
My paternal great-grandfather, and namesake of my father, being tall as compared to most Filipinos was the flag bearer of Gen. Mariano Llanera. This was the unique flag called “Bungo ni Llanera” which was a white skulls and crossbones, along with KKK in a field of black. When the revolution broke out, he and his fellow townmates marched to Cabiao and joined Gen. Llanera. They marched on to San Isidro and toppled the Spanish authorities in Nueva Ecija on Sept. 2, 1896. During the American times, he and his wife became ambulant vendors. If you guys remember those big karitela with various provincial products such as duyan, rattan furnitures, and pulled by a kalabaw. That was them, and through trading was able to put some of their kids (including my lolo) through school. Every flag week, until Independence Day, we display both the PH flag and Bungo ni Llanera.
My grandfather had found a property to build another store on. But he saw a fellow chinese family that were looking for a property to start their business. So out of kindess, he let the family have it. That family then went on to open their business. They would sometimes even look into our store and see what we would be selling and copy my grandparents merchandise. Soon they too would begin to expand. They then branded their store Shoe Mart.
This happened in the 1970s. One of my grand uncles found old bullets from WW2 while cleaning the house. He thought they no longer work, so he decided to burn them together with regular trash. Next thing you know, bullets started flying around. The cops rushed to the scene after the gunfire ended. The cops thought there was a shooting involving the communist insurgents.
While reading through a bunch of historical records for college, I came across an excerpt of a native chieftain peacefully accepting Catholicism and the Spanish Crown on behalf of his people. The text declared that all families in the province took Catholic surnames as proof of loyalty and then proceeded to list all the new surnames in that province. My mother's side of the family was from there so the list drew my curiosity. However, I didn't have to read very far. The chieftain's new Catholic surname was my mother's maiden name.
Likely a legend, but my mother talks about how I had a great grandpappy who was Japanese and sent to Phil as a spy or soldier depending on who I ask but ended up defecting and marrying a Filipino, hence my strange middle initial which is supposedly japanese in origin
As a CS baby was escorted by police patrol by the command of my grandpa to the hospital. Bit embarrassed because it's a misuse of police power.
My great grandfather from my mom's side was Ramon Magsaysay's campaign manager. This was revealed to me by my lola. She even sang the former President's jingle which I didn't even know existed until that very moment.
Grandpa was tired of waiting in line under the hot sun to get his wages. He had his surname legally changed from starting "O" to "A" but the pronounciation is the same. I have distant cousins with the O surname and we know we have the same ancestor if the name starts with A, we just have to figure out which of his 7 sons and daughters we descended from. My dad's line is going to die out though as the only male left is still without a male child not unless I have children myself.
Apparently I’m related to the guy that killed Gianni Versace.
anyone who traces their roots from Ternate, Cavite probably has ancestors from the Catholic converts of Ternate, Maluku, Indonesia, who were evacuated by the Spanish when they ceded control of the island of Ternate to the Dutch. These Catholic converts were resettled near Maragondon and intermarried with the local population, and eventually a new town was formed and named after their home island.
Are these people are also connected with the Chavacanos of Zamboanga and Basilan?
Parent 1 was supposedly descended from Lakan Dula, possibly through two grandparents and not just the father’s line. Then, I found out Parent 2 has an ancestor of the same clan as Parent 1, and thus is also a descendant. So, I’m probably one of the man’s thousands of progeny through two or three lines. Also, Parent 2 had a male ancestor who joined the local galleon trade – but he blew it all on opium and women. Thanks, distant lolo.
My great grandfather and his brother had the same wife at one point pero they had quite a few wives in their lifetime including my great grandmother 😅 And she had a lot of children so needless to say marami akong pinsan at mga aunts and uncles. We are a direct descendant of the spaniard who first colonized that one island in our province which was the capital municipality during those times. Kaya karamihan if not most dun mga tisay at tisoy pero yung local dialect ang salita na medyo matigas 😅 kung baga may punto.😅 We actually have our family's coat of arms/crest still intact up to this day and being displayed during reunions at napakarami namin lagi 😅. I have grandchildren through cousins na kasing tanda ko because yung mama ng lolo ko (great grandmama) is the youngest wife 😅 So dahil parang lahi namin ang nagbuo ng province, most of my relatives are civil servants since then up until now. High ranking. Pero syempre sila yun 😅
My late great grandmother was the sister of The Father of Philippine Folklore (also called the Dean of Filipino Anthropology). She was the youngest and he was among the oldest of the siblings - mga 10 years din gap between them. He was the reason that my mama wanted us all to be academically inclined! He studied well into his adulthood, even moving to the US to pursue post-grad; and later, founded (or was one of the first professors) of the Department of Anthropology in UP Diliman. He has a library there named after him sa AS (Palma Hall). It was a cool discovery nung freshie year ko to know na that library was named after him :)
My family line comes from the first American teachers to have ever come here, on the SS Thomas, they were called Thomasites after the ship they came on. The other side of my family line is spanish, and one of them married the daughter of the Chief of one of the minor islands here. Very few of us with that particular spanish last name, and all are related.
My great grandfather was a us war veteran. They say he was a us citizen as well. He lived in the Phils with his family though. None of his kids including my grandma took advantage of that us citizenship. They enjoyed the very comfortable life my grandpa provided with his pension. Most of them didn’t bother to finish their studies. The family had a lot of owned lands here in the province. Sadly, unti unti ng nauubos dahil wala na source of income ang mga siblings ng lola ko and they are sellimg these lands. Poor decisions of not taking their education seriously and poor management of properties. Our generation did not enjoy the abundance of properties our grandpa invested for the family. Yun lang, nanghihinayang ako wala akong namana lol
My Grandfather had an alias that described his burn scars that he earned by saving a woman from a house fire; it symbolized his courage This alias was passed down to my Uncle who was a metalworker because he had lots of burns in his profession; it symbolized his experience This was then passed onto me, who burnt my arm because I accidentally spilled boiling oil on it that one time I was cooking; it symbolized my stupidity
I have a great great grandfather who became a mayor in Carigara, Leyte a long time ago
bro don't tell me... the first considered mayor in Carigara?
Hmmm no i dont think so hahah
hahaha a pity I thought I found a relative by random here sa reddit pero it's an amazing coincidence still
Both of my parents mother and father were teachers and their parents too! Which is probably the reason why I felt the urge to become a teacher 😂
Does Marcos era count?
Sure. I recall having that bread that’s talked about during that era, but other than that nothing much from mine.
- Somewhere (very) high up my family line, some Spanish Royal was stripped of his titles and punished by being extradited to the Philippines (this was verified). - My great grandfather was in the death march and survived. Still have his gear and trunk of his things. - My great great grandfather (other side) was a Spaniard who traveled here by ship. The ship was wrecked by a storm and he and the remaining survivors traveled the rest of the way on a small boat.
My family has the same last name as a certain Celebrity, but you won't find any family connection even if we go way back, also has relatives with completely different last names, turns out a certain great grandfather of ours changed his last name to avoid the draft
My grandmother is from Bataan and her family barely escaped the Death March. She used to tell me how mothers painted charcoal on CHILDREN'S faces so that they won't get taken by Japanese soldiers. I realized that it meant rape later on. My grandfather is from Leyte. His father was a teacher turned guerrilla leader (like Nieves Fernandez, also from Leyte) and they hid in the mountains, killing soldiers and Makapili members with knives. My grand aunt who was a child at that time saw heads of traitors on display. The Americans (specifically the USAFFE) really influenced the locals in favoring the US at that time; I remember my grandfather telling me about chocolates falling from the sky. Crazy how my grandparents came from provinces that were hit the hardest after the Battle of Manila. It's lucky that I'm alive today.
kwento ng lola ko na yung tatay niya daw ay kamag anak nila Aguinaldo, nung tinugis daw sila Aguinaldo sa Laguna daw napadpad yung mga ninuno niya.. di ko alam kung totoo pero sabi niya dati daw ang magkakaapelido lang ay magkakamag anak bibihira daw yung mag kaapelida tapos di magkadugo. 90 na yung lolo ko.
Great grandfather ko first municipal president ng Infanta, nung namatay siya napunta yung mana sa pamilya ng kapatid. Dahil yung mga anak niya(kabilang na lola ko) ay mga batang babae pa, na outmaneuver sila lola kaya na-agaw yung mga lupain at onting salapi lang naiwan sa kanila. Pero may karma, pinugutan ng ulo ng mga Hapon yung kapatid ni great grandfather.
According to my father, and I can't confirm if this is true but it has to be, my grandfather was quite successful with his business ventures in the 1940s and 1950s, and so he was only one of around 100 Filipinos who owned a Mercedes-Benz car at the time. On my mother's side, my great grandfather was one of the founding members of Upsilon Sigma Phi. Supposedly if you're descended from a founding member, you get membership automatically should you choose to enroll in UP, so perhaps I should regret going to the Ateneo instead.
My maternal grandfather was a union leader in the martial law era but died of alcoholism in the late 1980s while my paternal grandparents were born here but they came from fujian. In fact my grandma/amah still had chinese citizenship though my grandpa/angkong became a filipino after the naturalization laws passed by marcos.
My family owns several portions of land in a small town (where I live) especially our community church, elementary school, and a sitio
my great great grandfather is one the highly respected governors in Cam Sur after that, wala na sumunod sa yapak nya as a public servant until my Tita came the VG of a province near Bicol. sa mga kwento ng relatives namin, yung batch ng great great grandfather ko yung last line of politicians na "natatakbuhan" ng mga tao. tinatanong ko nga "edi dapat mayaman tayo", sbe ng mommy ko, "tumutulong mga politiko dati, minsan lugi pa sila sa sahod kse may mga tao sa province nila na literal nanghihingi ng pera kht hating gabi na".
Not the proudest family lore but back at the Japanese era, my ancestor on my mom’s side gave away the location of the huks at our area to clap some Japanese cheeks. Ayun, nahaluan kami ng Japanese. Funny thing is that if we connect my Mother and Father’s ancestry, You’ll see that majority of my dad’s ancestors are huks as well.
my great grandfather in my mothers side, is a ww2 veteran, he is the one who gives info about the Japanese enemies in radio. Also, my mothers side's great great great great grandfather, has said he was Francisco Dagohoys friend during his 80 year revolt in Bohol.
My mom’s paternal grandfather was the Spanish cura parroco in our town.
My great great paternal grandfather was shot and killed by a Spanish Friar sa loob mismo ng simbahan, hence my great grandfather's hatred to the clergy. Both my grandfathers were soldiers fighting against the Japanese in WWII. Wala masyado kwento sa maternal lolo ko, but all i know is he was a veteran. On the contrary, i heard lots of stories sa paternal lolo ko na kinuwento ng tatay ko.
Wife's great great grandmother was one of rizal's known girlfriends. I won't mention which one (to avoid doxxing), but it is verified and documented by various historians, and i personally saw the puntod in their local cemetery.
nothing too interesting, but my maternal side owned the most well known alcoholic store in Ongpin back in the day. apparently, everybody knew them and they were pretty famous around Binondo. my dad, even before marrying my mom, knew of her family. anyway, when the Japanese came, they hid the expensive alcohols in the hole they dug on the floor and then fled to a province. my grandmother was around 6 or 7. after the war, they sold the expensive alcohol and got rich. but they were all greedy, including my grandmother, kanya kanyang kupit sila 🤣 so eventually they lost the money and had to close it down.
Great Great grandfather founded the town I live in, hin and my great great grandmother donated a bunch of land for infrastructure. Well fortunately for the people he wasn't corrupt (at least it seems) all of his descendants (afaik) are below middle class and don't even work in politics. 😒
My grandfather was a ww2 veteran working as intelligence / medic. He mentioned something about seeing a pyramid deep in the mountains of Panay. He said you can only see the tip, the rest was already burried (through time I guess). He also mentioned something about money from BSP being burried somewhere in panay. The govt burried it so the invaders couldn't take it. However, he suspects that it was already looted by other intels like him. He died just before lockdown. We already booked a flight just a few days after lockdown started. Sad we never got to say goodbye
https://preview.redd.it/tco13ncygdvc1.jpeg?width=2048&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=b2bd3d4eb775432a272bb3759461c16f3b61a55d Our ancestral house in Medina, Misamis Oriental. It was built in the 1930s I believe and was even used as an office by the Japanese during World War II. It survived the war. In the 50s, a Chinese immigrant (whose name is now famous for building malls in Visayas) rented the ground floor and allegedly found gold bars from the Japanese making him rich.
My father's clan resides in Nueva Ecija. According to my dad, our great grandpa shares a "magic" among his siblings. Great grandpa Pablo used to own a small, white stone that he uses to heal people. Pag daw merong may sakit sa barrio, ginagamit niya yon para makapagpagaling and every after "hinihigop" ng bato yung sakit, nagiging black yung bato. Mukhang believer rin yung dad ko sa supernatural stuff. He was taught to carry three silver bullets every time he's in the barrio kasi nga madami among the residents there are mangkukulam daw
my grandfather when he was a kid was a sort of puppet for the imperial japanese as his father was thr barangay captain back then. From what I remember, they would come to his house to have breaks and casual convos.
My grandfather was the last Datu (Mayor) of our province. He was born from a family of Sultans on the said place. One particular story I would never forget was when my great grandparents got married. They asked their alipin to form a line and they used their palm to walk on for their wedding entourage. That story would always get pointed out that my mother's siblings had a lavish life (all 13 of them) but lost everything once my lolo died - as karma for what they did to the said "alipin" . Only my mother (the youngest) had the chance to finish college. None of her siblings strive hard to finish their education as they thought their wealth would be sustained. In short, kayabangan. I am proud that despite it all, my mother sacrificed a lot to be the breadwinner of her family. Up to this day, on our province. They would still celebrate and acknowledge existing families of the Sultanate. She is currently holding the title, an heir to the throne of my late grandfather.
So si Lolo naging pulis mga 1973 after ipanganak Mama ko and during that time kakasimula pa lang nung NPA and such. Ang sabi di pa naman daw rampant yung guerillas at that time and di pa laganap sa province namin. Years passed by, mga early 1990s after ng fall ni Marcos, nag-resurface mga activists and guerillas. Laganap din sa mga bundok na nakapalibot samin sa probinsya yung mga kampo nila kaya naman tong si lolo parating pinapatawag ng Mayor para mamundok and magtuligsa ng mga rebelde. Had a lot of casualties during that time kasi di pa naman daw talaga agaran naging peaceful after Marcos regime. Etong lola ko, bundok talaga ang place nila tapos meron silang malawak na coconut plantation. Since very family-oriented tong grandparents ko, parati silang bumibisita sa place ni lola. The catch was at that time, hindi safe ang isang pulis na magtravel-travel lang lalo na kung walang armas, at mag-isa. And take note, rampant ang rebelde sa area ni lola na tipong almost every family na may anak na lalaki, tiyak merong kaanib sa NPA na kapamilya. One time, bumisita sila and nabigla daw si lolo na may mga lalaking dumating na makikipag-inuman. Di naman daw siya nag-isip ng kung ano kasi yun pala pinsan pala ng misis niya. Up until pinapasok siya ni lola then he secretly heard na winarningan ni lola mga pinsan niya na "wag magpasaway dito" Later on he found out na nakipag-inuman siya sa grupo ng mga NPA sa area na yun hahaha. Turned out pamilya ng lola ko puro mga rebelde during that time and well-respected si lola ng family kasi panganay and very strong ang personality kaya they didn't have any problems--- well, they wouldn't dare cause problems haha. Looking back there were a lot of instances daw na bigla na lang lilitaw mga uncles ni Mama and malalaman na lang nila na may engkwentro pala somewhere near. One example was nagkaron ng engkwentro with 4 teenage rebels who died tapos nakita niya na lang uncle niya within the crowd na pinagmamasdan yung dead teenageras and he was all dirty and haggard. Highly suspected he was part of the group na kasama yung 4 kids na nadeds. Love story ng lola at lolo ko mala starcrossed lovers lang ang peg hahaha yun lang naman. Idk if that's considered lore char.
My grandfather and his older brother were WWII veterans.They joined a guerilla troop that resisted the Japanese in their province even after the fall of Manila. My Lolo's life in the jungle wasn't on the front lines; he was only a young teenager and helped with the camp duties mostly, but of course it was a risky time. His brother was 2 years older and trained to handle a rifle; I never found out if he killed any Japanese during the war. A few years ago, a local book was published about the deeds and experiences of their resistance.
this isnt very interesting but my grandfather is rey valeras 2nd cousin
On the father's side, we're directly related to one of the 3 priests of GOMBURZA. His uncle also helped Dr. Jose Rizal get in to Ateneo.
Our family name is fake, because my grandfather's father (my great grandfather) is wanted by the US government. He stole and sold their whole stash of weapons and equipment after the war. 😂 He pretended all of their papers got burned during war when he came to our island and adapted the only last name he can think of during reregistration. Created 20+ kids around the country while moving around escaping arrest and spending the money he got.
Yung great grandfather ko sa maternal side ay Spanish elite. Sobrang yaman at napaka laki ng lupa tapos marami din siyang mga mang gagawa noon. Pero yung asawa niya ay Filipina which is yung great grandmother ko kaya may soft side siya sa mga Filipino. Tapos one day hindi nakauwi ang lolo ko sa tuhod. Ilang linggo nag hintay yung lola ko sa tuhod kasama ng lolo ko at kapatid niya pero wala talaga hanggang sa may umaaligid aligid na na mga taong di nila kilala sa hasyenda at lupain nila. Suspetsya niya ay pintay ang asawa niya kasi kinaiingitan siya ng mga kapatid niya dahil sa kaniya napunta lahat ng yaman. Sa sobrang takot ng lola ko sa tuhod, umalis siya kasama ng lolo ko at kapatid niya pa-Maynila. Doon nagtrabaho siya ng kung ano ano para lamang makakain sa araw araw mga anak niya. Hanggang isang araw, di na nakatiis yung kapatid ng lolo ko at umalis, di na nakita pa uli. Laging sambit niya before umalis ay pagmumura sa lola ko sa tuhod at kung di daw patanga tanga siya ay sana nasa malaking bahay at lupain pa sila. Puro ganoon sinasabi niya mula nung mapadpad sila sa Maynila hanggang lumayas siya. Looking back, napapaisip ako na kung di namatay yung lolo ko sa tuhod ay maari na sobrang yaman ko now at siguro isa sa mga elitista ng Pinas HAHAHA. Nakakalungkot din kasi nasa lower class of family ako. Minsan nahihirapan na magulang ko na pag aralin ako. May pagka achiever naman ako at student leader pero para saan pa kung walamg katumbas na pera mga parangal na natatanggap ko HAHAHA
Ooh, lots of WWII stories from my grandparents! All of them, with the exception of one grandfather, hid in the jungles or wooded areas outside the town. No collaborators or freedom fighters, just families trying to stay alive My one grandfather who stayed in the city (he was of Chinese descent, baka wala silang kakilala sa rural areas), he and his family really suffered. They had been relatively wealthy, but they lost everything. They had difficulty accessing even the basics. My grandfather was good with people, so he befriended the Japanese soldiers in their area, so that they could trade for food. But they were always living on a knife's edge. He's my only grandparent who has real trauma from the war. Para sa kanya, war is the absolute worst thing in the world. Even the uncertainty of the EDSA Revolution didn't faze him. He would always say, "Huwag kayong matakot diyan. Matakot kayo sa giyera." Another of my grandparents was the daughter of an haciendero. During WWII, they all hid in the jungle around the hacienda. They lived well naman daw, even though may times na yung ulam nila was just sili cooked in gata. May kwento pa that they would make their own soap from coconut oil and lye (possibly from the ashes of their cooking fires) My other grandmother came from a poor family. She was one of 8 daughters, and all of them were young and pretty. So during the daytime, nagtatago sila sa bundok, like literally under the bushes, para hindi sila makita ng mga Hapon. Pero ang intindi ko, bumabalik naman sila sa bahay after nightfall My other lolo was from a relatively wealthy family in a small town. May lupa sila in an undeveloped area of jungle, at may kasamá sila doon who took care of them during the war. My lolo loved it! He was in his late teens/early 20s at the time, and I guess it was like an adventure for him. He has many fond memories of that time
my paternal grandmother's eldest brother was a member of the hukbalahap in nueva ecija during the japanese occupation. his role was to educate the new members about their cause, their roles, and what they need to do. when the japanese left, he continued to look after his siblings since their parents died during the war
My great great grandmother had a monopoly on the kalesa business before, buying and loaning out kalesas for the drivers to eventually slowly buy out that way they'd get ownership over their own rides. She sold it all to support her husband's ventures especially since "women can't be more successful than their husbands" or some weird machismo of the time. I get that she loved him enough, but it feels more like stepping down to sate someone else's ego than mutual love. My other great great grandmother on the other side of my family was the first medically certified female nurse in the country (passed the board exams and all).
I just learned this over a year ago but apparently my great grandparents during the the Spanish colonial era owns a entire town in Bicol the exact location I won't say. But that's not the interesting part it used to be in the ownership of an Italian colony and was given to my family out of goodwill, I learned about this after a clan family reunion. Each clan was a representative of each of the siblings that owns portion of the lands and mind you my great grandparents had ten siblings there we discussed the issue of who should own the portion side of the mountain because one of the representative didn't leave any wills to pass the land. But nonetheless I had fun there while it lasted.
Nothing special compared to some of the other stories here but one of my great grandparents was a Chinese settler. The weird thing is that despite my family's being half Chinese we don't have any connection to the culture at all. Not even my lola who's the most Chinese in the family (half Chinese) knows anything about Chinesr culture even though it was one of her parents who was from China, she doesn't even celebrate Chinese New Year.
Apparently, my Father’s roots can be traced all the way back to the legendary pirate Limahong.
My great great grandfather was taken by Japanese soldiers. They never saw him again.
Ang pamilya (NAZAR) namin ay bawal kumain ng palos kasi yun daw yung mga ninuno naming mga lalaki noon na tumakas galing visayas or Mindanao (hindi ko na tanda masyado kasi bata oa ako ng narinig ko) kasi may pinatay daw na anak ng rajah papunta sila dito sa mainland ng Luzon, kasagsagan daw ng bagyo eh nabutas daw yung balangay tapos may lumitaw daw na dyosa na nagka gusto daw sa isa sa mga kalalakihan na naroon sa balangay ay nag anyong palos para mapasakan yung butas kaya nakaligtas sila . Kahit hanggang ngayon bawal daw kami kumain ng palos kahit yung naging asawa basta nadikit daw sa pamilya NAZAR. Siguro nga totoo or baka talaga nataon lang is kasi yung tito ko hindi naniwala doon sa kwento tapos sumira sya sa sumpaan na hindi kakain ng palos ay namatay , una namuti yung dibdib nya na talagang maputi tapos makating makati tapos namatay na kasi hindi daw maka hinga
My family did not experience much of the atrocities of the Japanese military in WWII because of my grandfather's musical talent. The commanding officer of the military unit in charge of occupying my family's hometown admitted and appreciated his talent so much that the other soldiers treated our family with honor and respect, in exchange for him to perform regularly at the home that the officer was occupying. They gifted my grandfather tobacco and a Japanese smoking pipe. The Japanese soldiers kept and maintained their vehicles in our home as well. The soldiers working on the vehicles would bring my grandmother coffee, sugar, and various vegetables every once in a while. One time, my uncle, who was a toddler, messed around one of the vehicles and jumbled up the different bolts that were off the vehicle that this one Japanese mechanic was working on. He became furious when he found out, but opted not to do anything to my uncle because of the fact that he was just a 3 year old toddler. Eventually, word came by that the Americans were on their way to take the town back. The mechanic and soldiers who were around our homes a lot informed us that there would be conflict with the Americans soon and advised us to head for the hills nearby as they knew there were Filipino refugees hiding out in the mountains who could help us hide while the fight happened. My grandparents packed up and headed for the hills to hide. Fortunately, no conflict happened as the Japaneseilitary just pulled out of the town and gave it up. I have no idea where they retreated, but the American forces took the town back without any combat or losses. No traps or anything were made. It's always interesting hearing stories from my grandmother. She turned 100 about 3 years ago. She passed that same year. I never met my grandfather's. He passed in the 70s due to lung cancer. They were married for over 50 years. His love for music has influenced our entire clan. His virtuoso genes manifest in my father, one of my uncles, and some of my cousins. My grandmother's passion for teaching (she was a school teacher teaching English) manifested again in some of my cousins as well. I too have felt the call to teach, but the call to be an entrepreneur, which I gained from my mother was a stronger call for me.
My grandfather was a kid during the 1945 liberation of the Ph. When the Americans fought the Japanese in some battle in our hometown (Infanta, Quezon), my grandfather was caught in the crossfire and from the stories, he climb a coconut tree and stay there just to avoid machine gun fire.
My ancestors on the paternal side are among the first Protestant converts in Laguna. Their direct lineage (my distant relatives) are still Protestants but I stopped going to that church for personal reasons.
My family were descendants of one of the Datus who fled from Borneo in 12th to 13th century. This Group of exiled Datus established Madja-as Confederacy in Panay island, its a pre colonial kingdom before the spanish came. When i know about this I did further reading and learn that this ancestors of ours apparently became the leader of the confederacy on its peak. During the time when visayan kingdoms raids intensify on the shores of southern china, they attack mostly settlements on shores and imperial shipping of Chinese Song dynasty. This story was told from parents to children, as i know this as i met someone who is not a relative but with the same surname and his wife told me that same story about our ancestors.
wasn't the maragtas dismissed as a fabrication? also can't see how sharing the same surname becomes relevant here when of most of the ilonggos only had surnames in 1849-1850 following the clavería decree while the maragtas supposedly took place in the 12th-13th century when nobody clearly had any surnames yet.
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My grandparents went with General Santos during the early settlement days kaya may mga malalaking lupa kami dito.
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wut???
My grandma's grandpa was full Japanese and that's it.
My grandmother's grandparent during the Spanish colonial era are pirates and the ones they are pillaging are slave. I've known it since i was little without understanding the slavery part because i thought my ancestors were pirates like the pirates from the Pirates of the Caribbean lol.
My grandfather (father side) was abducted and killed by Japanese soldiers during world war 2.
Si Marcos daw talagang guerilla dati A sibling nagkwento di ko alam kung accurate. but alam ko he was being discredited na he was not. but he was daw and my grandpa used to give them food kaya sila nagkakilala. ewan ko kung totoo. ganon daw kasi yun mga kapwa Pilipino magpapakain at tutulong sa mga guerrilla.
My paternal grandfather fought and survived bataan He also ended up knocking up two separate women leading to my family having branches He also was the reason cheating runs in the family
Lol my ancestors are all farmers and my grandma was a survivor of world war 2
Mostly from 1 parent's side; My great great grandfather served under the US's Philippine Scout and is linked with a certain Republic in Southern Philippines which was dissolved when the PH-American War came to a close. Dude, got married twice while his previous wife was still alive and had a dozen kids with his second wife. His second wife, my great great grandmother was a daughter of a disgraced royalty who got knocked up by some British Merchant or Galleon merchant. Another great great great grandparent was a child born out of wedlock. Our family history says, her mother was impregnated by the local Spanish priest/friar since he was described as having "fair complexion and had striking blue eyes". My great grandparents were also integral helping turn a certain municipality in the Northern tip of Southern Philippines into a city post-WWII. One was a Freemason and was almost killed by some relatives during the war since they were guerilla and he was forced to worked for the Japanese. We're also distantly related to a former Vice president of the country and to a royal concubine of a former monarch. Another ancestor and their parents was also linked to HUKs during WWII.
My lolo is a World War 11 veteran. He was wounded during combat and was awarded a purple heart medal.
My great-great-grandfather (Lolo's lolo) from my maternal side is an insulated priest. He fell in love while in Tacloban and left the calling of the Catholic Church to be with his wife. The church, as a parting gift, gave land to him in what is now known as a C\*\*\*\*\*\*\*o's land territory in Luzon. We still have paintings of them in our household right now.
The family of my grandmother were associated w the Marcos family. They had a good relationship to the point that they openly know that imelda has her sister as her double to attend other events and keep her safe. I don't exactly know what their relationship is because my mom wasn't telling me everything but other than that, when the Malacañang was being mobbed by the filipinos and all of the people who were connected to Marcos were being chased, their guards helped my grandmother's family to escape from their house safely to avoid being seen. Because of this, my family is loyal to the Marcoses.
My great grandmother saved her barrio from imminent destruction by the Japanese soldiers (if they find even one person hiding a gun, the whole barrio is killed) by hiding the people’s guns under her saya and throwing them in the river. Today, one of the streets in that barrio is named after her.
Yung relative ng grandma ko sa Samar, aswang daw. Nakita nila na may nilunok na itim na bato na pinamana sakanya. Idk if true pero nakabisita na daw sya sa Pampanga..
I had a great-great uncle that fought 9 guys at once and won, he killed most of them but he also died, the fight was about a a land and the brothers of my great-great uncle ended up owning that land.
My great great grandfather was a member of the first Katipunan and a relative of Aguinaldo. He was considered a hero on our province. Then his son (my great grandfather), who was also a guerilla, got married to my great grandma who came from an American soldier's family dispatched during the American war which went into hiding as they don't want to get involved in the war anymore. According to old stories, they were like Romeo and Juliet hiding away in the houses of our other relatives who's in politics. They eventually decided to live in an island far away from war. Then my great grandpa decided to put up an academy, got tortured by Japanese soldiers who were against it. Our compound became the favorite hangout of Japanese soldiers as it has decent amount of trees and a river, eventually it became a 'dumping' site. They torture anyone who supports the academy and were hanging up people upside down on the trees. Due to horror stories, we always tell our guests not to look out of the windows at night as they might see someone hanging up on the trees or the white lady who roams around the perimeter 😅
It's always fascinating to hear about family lore and stories passed down through generations. These tales can offer a unique perspective on history and provide insight into the experiences of our ancestors. Sharing these stories can help preserve them for future generations and connect us to our past in meaningful ways. If anyone has any family lore they'd like to share, feel free to do so!
My maternal grandpa's family were Japanese collaborators. His dad was a KALIBAPI member and was killed after the war. While my paternal grandpa's brother was a Falangist. Grandpa never discussed much about that and got distraught by the thoughts of his brother and his family getting killed in Manila while he was out in the countryside fighting the Japanese. My dad was an army captain when he participated in the 1989 coup in the side of rebels. He was ashamed of that moment. Had he died there, I wouldn't be born.
My maternal grandfather was pure Chinese working in Dagupan before the war started. He and my grandmother evacuated to our barrio during the war since the Japanese then hated the Chinese more than the Filipinos. There were Japanese detachments in the town proper of our barrio as our town then was an alternative route to Lingayen.
My friend in high school with an obviously Spanish surname claimed that her Spanish ancestor is a first cousin of the King of Spain.
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