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Saturday, July 3, 2010

Hans Christian Andersen

Hans Christian Andersen was born in the slums of Odense. His father, Hans Andersen, was a poor shoemaker and literate, who believed he was of aristocratic origin. Andersen’s mother, Anne Marie Andersdatter, worked as washerwoman. Although she was uneducated and superstition, she opened for his son the world of folklore. Later, Andersen depicted her in his novels and in the story ‘Hun duede ikke’.

Andersen received little education. As a child, he was highly emotional, suffering all kind of fears and humiliations because of his tallness and effeminate interests. Andersen’s hysterical attacks of cramps were falsely diagnosed as epileptic fits. Encouraged by his parents, he composed his own fairytales and arranged puppet theater shows. His father loved literature and took Andersen often to the playhouse.

In 1816, his father died and Andersen was forced to go work. He was, for a short time, apprentice to a weaver and tailor and he also worked at a tobacco factory. Once, his trousers were pulled down when other workers suspected that he was a girl. At the age of 14 Andersen moved to Copenhagen to start a career as a singer, dancer or an actor- he had a beautiful soprano voice. Andersen succeeded in becoming associated with the Royal Theater, but he has to leave it when his voice began to change.

Andersen’s fame rest on his fairy tales and stories, written between 1835 and 1872. Tales, told for children, appeared in a small, cheap booklet in1835. In this and following early collections, which were published in every Christmas, Andersen returned to the stories which he had as a child, but gradually he started to create his own tales. The third volume, published in 1837, contained “The Little Mermaid” and “The Emperor’s New Clothes”. Among Andersen’s other best known tales are “Little Ugly Duckling”, “The Tinderbox”, “Little Claus and Big Claus” “Princess and the Pea”, “The Snow Queen”, “The Nightingale”, and “The Steadfast Tin Soldier”. With these collections, inspired by the great tradition on the Arabian Nights on the other hand and Household Tales, collected by the brothers Grimm, Andersen became known as the father of the modern fairytale. Andersen’s works were original. Only 12 of his 156 known fairytale stories drew on folktales.

Between the years 1840 and 1857, Andersen made journeys throughout Europe, Asia and Africa, recording his impressions and adventures in a number of travel books. During his travels abroad, Andersen was able to more relaxed and take more liberties than in Copenhagen, where everybody knew him.

Andersen died is home in Rolighed on August 4, 1875.

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Short Story: Barangay Maytinago


Barangay Maytinago


In a small barrio where I’ve got the opportunity to visit last November, I’ve been interested in their customs and traditions, particularly on All Soul’s Day when barrio people do rituals and other peculiar activities. I met Mang Alon, a 75 year old settler of barrio Maytinago. As a common tradition, they invited me to stay in their house for a night as a visitor.

Because I was so tired from roaming around, seeing the beautiful sites of the place, I decided to go to bed past 10:00 in the evening. But before entering the room, I heard unfamiliar sounds coming from the last at the end of the hallway. It seemed that someone was mumbling, murmuring like some Latin words or someone’s doing a ritual of what?

For curiosity reasons, I walked into the next door where I’ve heard those sounds. As I went near the room, I heard it louder and the words become clearer to my ears. I started to tremble and my heart beat faster as if it will burst out any time. I could hardly breathe. I could feel the coldness of the place. I felt frozen. However, instead of running away, I couldn’t believe myself. I was already in front of the door, peeping in at the old bamboo wall.

Oh my gosh! What’s that? I saw the room cast with red light, candles were lighted, dark smoke inside the room, and were some human skulls and bones, some stuffed animals of different kinds, and wait… I also saw Mang Alon, dressed in long, black gown with a “putong” on his head. I recognized him because the room was lighted with candles and I really saw his face. Then suddenly someone touched my shoulder, and when I looked back, I saw Mang Alon standing in front of me. I was tongue-tied to see him smiling at me. But suddenly everything turned black and I collapse.

By the time I opened my eyes, I was in bed. I wondered what the truth was. Did I have a bad dream of too much stress? I went home.

My experienced and the questions have occupied a place in my mind which I think I will never find an answer in this lifetime.