field. The corn is ready to be harvested and piled in the shed for storage.It looks as if we’ll have a few things to do around here. We justthank God for our friends from Santa Cruz that know these people.Apparently Mr. Lopez generously allowed Tuto and Carmelita to plant crops for themselves here on a portion of his land. They have cornand beans growing, among other things. Since the owner lets them borrow his carabao to plow the field, they in turn receive one of everyfour gallons of rice they harvest.
At least they get something to feed their family.
These people are very nice. They tell us they understand exactlywhat we’re going through. They lost some family, too, during thewartime. They don’t mention how, but they did lose some loved ones.At least they’re sympathetic and willing to keep us here on their place.They lead us to a small, empty chicken house that’s no longer inuse. They say they need to build another with more room, so we can usethis one to stay in.We’re grateful to them and clean it all up for the three of us to livein.After we scrub it down and all, there isn’t a smell or trace of old,dried chicken manure. The place has long been vacant, so we’re able to