013013 - The Urban Tracker (In La Union): A Grandma's Beg at Madayegdeg

The tale of a street with 2 barangays
n the middle of nowhere, the tricycle driver unloaded me in Jujuban St. with this confusing signage. 

It was then I realized that I was stuck in a middle of a road between 2 barangays of Bgy. Madayegyeg and Parian on the opposite side.

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The humble abode of Mang Federico.
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Achuete being dried on the road
Mango trees were all over the neighborhood shading the trail. It stood all over into the compound residence of local Mang Federico who I came to talk to instead of his son. He was telling me he planted the seed of those trees long before his family migrated here from Manila. As he aged, so were the trees that became so gigantic after serving its purpose of so much harvest for many times. He also revealed me his newly harvested achuete which he left exposed in the sun to dry before getting it ready to deliver in the market.

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Fallen ripe mangoes decaying on the road.
Fallen ripe mangoes scattered on the streets were a familiar sight, Mang Federico added. With the trees towering too high. mangoes were left to fall instead of difficulty in reaching them. In the market earlier, I was thinking of the mangoes costing 30 pesos a kilo while here the old man offered me a free take home of the mangoes. I said never mind when I saw the bamboo stilts to use in picking them.

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Cattle raising despite the ongoing constructions.
Walking further at the back of the neighborhood revealed a plain verging on the highway with cattle grazing on grass and structures renovation along the highway but then urbanization here was still young but obviously on its way.

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The old lady Uldarica happy in the company of a radio in her twilight.
Despite these, I met an old woman named Uldarica, she may be too old to speak Ilocano but she claimed her favorite habit of listening to a local Ilocano station in her old transistor. But today slumped at her hammock, she would miss it because she ran out of batteries to her transistor. Some residents didn't  mind having no electricity that a radio is sufficed enough to bring entertainment like for this poor old lady.

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Burned-out batteries are piling up in absence of electricity.
She showed me the batteries that ran out of power. From her eyes, her request was growing. So I asked her family to buy her batteries for this poor old grandma's plea. I wanted to see the sparkle in her eyes for the rest of her twilight years. From the highways, it made me think that as people get older so their tradition dies with them as they came in passing. Thus, a radio made sense where old people still have a way to find their place,  a source of solace the least