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| Edith Z. Carpio (+) |
Spanish Filipinos were frantically at a loss. The enemies were getting much closer. My grandparents decided to escape and head down south. Other relatives were beheaded. Books, photographs, and other family heirlooms were brought along with them. It was a plight for survival.
Other Spanish Filipinos were explaining to the enemies that we were not Americans, we were Spanish Filipinos. Numerous people of Spanish descent died during that war.
It was not talked about. It was too painful to even whisper about it.
On her deathbed my grandmother was speaking her last words. The names of our relatives. My sister remembered everything. My grandmother said something about Barcelona. And Rabago. And other important details.
True enough, we were able to trace everything. Our other relatives spent their last days in Barcelona.
My mother wrote to her cousin during those times. Unfortunately, those letters are gone.
My aunt, a first cousin of my mother, was able to keep the photographs.
My sister, through the power of the internet, was able to put the jigsaw puzzle together.
It is now a complete and whole picture. It is a story of the best and the saddest of our family's colorful past.
Our lost history and heritage rediscovered. Now it is written and shall never be forgotten.
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