It has been more than thirty years now that I’ve been away from my homeland - a
very long time indeed. But the memory of my birthplace are still
vivid; the farm where we used to plant our crops, the rice fields,
our house with the stilts, the river we bathed in, our grade school
yard with a huge “Datu Tree” believed to have a tree spirit to guard
it from naughty children, all these are fun memories, and I want to
keep them that way. Perhaps, to share with those who wonder what it
is like to grew up in that part of the world.
of Iday is a short collection of stories from my childhood in the
From time to time you will also find our
Cultural Traditions, the celebrations, festivals and other
community gatherings listed as I remember them. And of course, food
was always the center of all gatherings. Here, I have included some
that were found to be enjoyable by those who had visited my beloved
childhood country. Just remember… I do not claim to be a chef.