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LADYLACE “AYEN”
AMANDY
READINGS IN
PHILIPPINE HISTORY
Cabuyao, Laguna with her Senior High School younger brother, Ace Archimedes Amandy (17).
She grew up with her grandparents as both of her parents worked abroad. Her father,
Randy Amandy (43), a nurse in the United States, and her mother Josephine Amandy (43), a
guess coordinator in Dubai. The circumstances gave her the privilege to live with her mother
today.
Born in 1943, during the Japanese Colonization, Leonardo Amandy (78) unveil his unsolicited
point of view as he tell the tales of his time. He is a barber born and raise in Atimonan Quezon
by Belen Pablo Amandy & Santiago Escasa Amandy and a loving grandparent to me.
SUMMARY OF LIFE STORY
He was born during the Japanese Colonization in 1943. He grew up in one of the most
prestigious families. His mother's family owns Polilo Island in Quezon, while his Father is an
American-Spanish Scholar.
At 6, while most kids his age works in the field, he was studying at home taught by his
Father. He studied math, politics, and languages. Education is still not prevalent at the time (The
2nd Republic). Hence he was never able to go to school until the 3rd Republic.
During his teen years, he started playing intellectual sports such as chess, games of the
generals, and bowling. At 17, he was invited by an American affluent to play chess with his
colleague on a yacht. Since then, his talents were recognized by more locals and American
affluents, and he was given a chance to travel back and forth in the United States.
He spent his teen years until his late 20s representing Quezon in the field of bowling and
At the age of 30, he met a 19-year-old bright and beautiful (in his words) woman whom
he fell for instantly named Evelyn Amandy. He courted her for a year and even gave up his
career for her. They had their first child at the age of 32, followed by another after a year.
At 34, they both got married and had three more kids. Due to withdrawal from his ever-
successful career, he had a hard time adjusting to peasant life. He grew up with a silver spoon
and never had experienced working. They both moved to Atimonan, Quezon, where he started
to open a barbershop. It became famous during his time due to his tutoring sideline, wherein he
He grew up during the recovery of the Philippines from the Japanese Occupation. Born
in a prestigious family, he's one of a very few lucky children who were given the privilege of
Jose P. Laurel was the President at that time. However, the wrath during the Japanese
Occupation didn't end as told in History. According to him, he lost 3 of his childhood friends
while they were playing in a cornfield in Ponon, Atimonan, Quezon. One of them was shot to
death by a Japanese soldier roaming around the area, the other two were captured, and he's
Until now, he believes that the only reason why he was able to escape that day was
It was 1956 when he grabbed a chance to train chess at the University of Sto. Thomas.
According to him, he is slightly intimidated by the students studying there as he was homed-
school by his Father throughout his childhood. He and his friends cut from the training and
roamed around Manila for a day. He remembers seeing the United States Vice President
Richard Nixon and President Carlos Garcia in a parade held in Roxas Boulevard.
Back then, politicians were treated like a celebrity, so people near the area crumpled in
In 1964, a crime that encompasses the country emerged. It was the Abduction of
Cosette Tanjuaquio. For about three suspenseful months, the whole nation was riveted by the
Leonardo (My Lolo) was 21 at that time, and apparently, Cosette Tanjuaquio was a
3-days before the abduction happened, he and his younger brother went to an event
held in Pampanga. The coordinator of the said event includes Tanjuaquio's family. The
Maryknoll coed was staying in his uncle’s Loyola Heights home when, on November 16, 1964,
she was snatched by four men and just disappeared. According to him, he and his brother were
also interrogated at that time. They both participated in the investigation prior the proving their
innocence.
LATE MIDDLE AGE
In the year 1979, in the midst of Martial Law, Leonardo (my Lolo) was captured by the
Military. Almost all men his age were captured at that time. According to him, they were all
ordered to strip down their clothes, and all those who have tattoos in them were shot on the
spot.
After that, they were divided into two groups and were put in some sort of prison. They
were task to do community service except more brutal. If one fails to do their task right, they
torture the person or beat him to death. On the third day in that prison, they were tattooed with
numbers. The military calls them by the numbers tattooed in them since then.
During those two weeks, he witness, torture, and abuse. Some officials even force his
cellmate to rape a woman in front of him. After they were released, the said cellmate committed
suicide. None of his family knew what they made him do inside the prison.
Leonardo (my Lolo), on the other hand, went home with trauma piled up in his head. He
said, he was reminded of how his three childhood friends were killed and captured before him. It
I grew up with my grandparents, so basically, I heard about all their tales and stories
already. I was 8-years old when Mama (my Lola) told me about her experience being an activist
and participating in the EDSA Revolution. I was 12 when my Papa (my Lolo) told me about his
experience of being imprisoned without due process of law during the Martial Law. Back then, it
was rather entertaining than reflective. All their stories seemed fiction to me. Now that I did this
Growing up, none of it ever bothered me, but now that I'm older and seeing things from a
different perspective, their stories made me realize that History is beyond books and
documentaries and tales. History is about every person living at that point in time. All their
stories mattered as no one look at one thing the same as the other.
The dead outnumber the living fourteen to one, and we ignore the accumulated
experience of such a huge majority of mankind at our peril. The most important lessons from
history are the takeaways that are so broad they can apply to other fields, other eras, and other
people. That’s where lessons have leverage and are most likely to apply to your own life. But
those things take some digging to find, often sitting layers below the main story.
It is easy to get caught up in the debates online, with privilege rearing its ugly head every
so often. In discussions, it is easy to highlight the differences people have — you’re from Luzon,
you don’t know the situation here; you’re from Mindanao, all you know is war.
So many people have found it easy to speak in behalf of others, forgetting that the
differences we have are not just simply because of where we come from, but because of our
personal experiences and the histories our own families carry. The narrative of my grandparents
is one that many of us are yet to acknowledge. Their struggle for self-determination is rooted on
a history that is yet to be taught in our schools, let alone understood by all.
INSIGHTS FROM TAKING THE COURSE
I've always loved learning History, and by learning, I mean learning it without the
pressure of pursuing grades. My Lolo brought me to many historical places back when I was
younger, and even though I don't do well in class, I've always competed in every HEKASI Quiz
Bees.
This course has helped me to know myself better, my place, and my origin. It has taught
me skills I will take with me to my future course. The result of this course has been
unsurprisingly positive, as I enjoy being able to learn this subject in a variety of different ways. I
feel that this helps me to understand how the past matters and how our present and future are
Knowing and understanding the past helps open doors to the future. As the old saying
goes, history repeats itself. Without the knowledge of the past, there would be no hope for the
future.
The once was a fiction to me became a deeper sentiment while taking this course. To
say never forget and never again is to recognize History as a distant memory that we refuse to
relive – an understandable sentiment, but is one that is also mildly unmindful of the fact that
experience Readings in Philippine History has honestly changed me as a student in many ways.
I've learned so much from managing my time to the importance of criticism and book
discussions. Although the year was challenging and involved much work effort, it was all worth it
in the end. I feel better as a student, and I am grateful for the challenges. Every seat works, and
discussion was made with reason and aided me in my development as a freelance writer, which