Elvira Loquias – Autobiography
I thought that I would put my life story onto my Website so that people can understand what drives me, and learn a little about why and how I have got to the point in my life that I now am. Elvira’s Paradise,( i.e.: my Tourist Park), is a culmination of my life’s experiences. Remember while you are reading this story, that I came from a very poor family, my mother and father had very little education, and in general, the inhabitants of the Philippines are a very superstitious people.
I was born on 1/11/61, All Saints Day, in Nabuntaran, Davao City, Mindanao Island, The Philippines. The first chapter in the story of my life begins as related to me by my Mother.
Only a few weeks after I was born, my mother thought that I was a sickly child, so she took me to an old lady, who supposedly was something of a witch. She told my mother that the only way that I would survive and live a normal life was if my mother gave me to her and then bought me back off of her. My mother was horrified, she didn’t want to give me away no matter how poor she was, but the witch assured her that this was the only way of casting off whatever spell that had been placed upon me. So very early in my life it was decided that I was worth the princely sum of 1peso.
Then when I was only a couple of months of age my Mother had to go away to visit her family to sort out some problems that they were having. She left me in the care of my Grandfather as she was only going to be gone for 1 night, and didn’t think that she should take me with her because of the pollution. I was apparently born with weak lungs so the pollution affected me badly. I believe that I suffered from infantile asthma.
When my Mother arrived back home, of course the first thing she did was look for me. She couldn’t find me anywhere and my grandfather was off visiting some of his friends. When he returned home my Mother asked him where I was. He said that as soon as she left I began to cry and he became annoyed with me, so he took me into the Jungle and left me there so that he couldn’t hear my crying. It didn’t occur to him that I might need a nappy change or something to eat.
My Mother was furious with my Grandfather, not only because he left me in the Jungle, but also because he couldn’t remember where he left me; all he could tell them was that it was far enough away from the house so that he couldn’t hear my crying anymore. She had all of the neighbours out in the jungle looking for me. Eventually they found me, hungry, crying and dirty but otherwise fit and healthy. She kicked my Grandfather out of our house, telling him that he should have treated one of his own grandchildren better than he treats one of his fighting cocks or dogs. If one of his animals was crying or injured he wouldn’t just take it out in the jungle and leave it there, he would have gone and got someone to have a look at it to see what was wrong. From then on I had very little contact with my grandfather, and my mother never made him welcome in our home.
I was born on 1/11/61, All Saints Day, in Nabuntaran, Davao City, Mindanao Island, The Philippines. The first chapter in the story of my life begins as related to me by my Mother.
Only a few weeks after I was born, my mother thought that I was a sickly child, so she took me to an old lady, who supposedly was something of a witch. She told my mother that the only way that I would survive and live a normal life was if my mother gave me to her and then bought me back off of her. My mother was horrified, she didn’t want to give me away no matter how poor she was, but the witch assured her that this was the only way of casting off whatever spell that had been placed upon me. So very early in my life it was decided that I was worth the princely sum of 1peso.
Then when I was only a couple of months of age my Mother had to go away to visit her family to sort out some problems that they were having. She left me in the care of my Grandfather as she was only going to be gone for 1 night, and didn’t think that she should take me with her because of the pollution. I was apparently born with weak lungs so the pollution affected me badly. I believe that I suffered from infantile asthma.
When my Mother arrived back home, of course the first thing she did was look for me. She couldn’t find me anywhere and my grandfather was off visiting some of his friends. When he returned home my Mother asked him where I was. He said that as soon as she left I began to cry and he became annoyed with me, so he took me into the Jungle and left me there so that he couldn’t hear my crying. It didn’t occur to him that I might need a nappy change or something to eat.
My Mother was furious with my Grandfather, not only because he left me in the Jungle, but also because he couldn’t remember where he left me; all he could tell them was that it was far enough away from the house so that he couldn’t hear my crying anymore. She had all of the neighbours out in the jungle looking for me. Eventually they found me, hungry, crying and dirty but otherwise fit and healthy. She kicked my Grandfather out of our house, telling him that he should have treated one of his own grandchildren better than he treats one of his fighting cocks or dogs. If one of his animals was crying or injured he wouldn’t just take it out in the jungle and leave it there, he would have gone and got someone to have a look at it to see what was wrong. From then on I had very little contact with my grandfather, and my mother never made him welcome in our home.
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