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finluithiel) wrote2006-04-13 10:04 am
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It's Holy Thursday today.
*sigh*
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This reminds me of the time when we still lived at Kasipagan St., near Hulo. Every Lenten season, the old people in our neighborhood would do the pabasa from Holy Thursday until Easter Sunday. (For those who don't know what a pabasa is, it's a tradition of singing the story of Jesus Christ.) I think it would be soothing, in a way, if I were to hear it again.
It's a dying tradition, the pabasa. I think if they upgraded the lyrics to modern Tagalog, it would be revived again. I mean, who wouldn't be disturbed by phrases like "At nabakla si Hesus ang ating Kristo..."?
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My dad always told stories about the Lenten seasons he spent with his cousins at Marinduque. They weren't allowed to play music, to sing, to play, to make noise, to smile, to laugh, or whatever. Why?
The old people chastised them because, they said, Christ has just died. No one should make happy noises when Christ has just died.
Nobody was allowed to wear sleeveless shirts and shorts either, which would be find if one lived in a temperate area, but a no-no when one lives in the tropics. They had to wear starched and collared shirts and pants. Also, they didn't have electricity there in those days most of the time, so imagine the way people would smell at the end of the day...
Stories like that make me grateful that my parents are liberals when it comes to Catholic traditions. While other people aren't allowed to go online today, I have full use of the computer. XD
feeling:
contemplative
*sigh*
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This reminds me of the time when we still lived at Kasipagan St., near Hulo. Every Lenten season, the old people in our neighborhood would do the pabasa from Holy Thursday until Easter Sunday. (For those who don't know what a pabasa is, it's a tradition of singing the story of Jesus Christ.) I think it would be soothing, in a way, if I were to hear it again.
It's a dying tradition, the pabasa. I think if they upgraded the lyrics to modern Tagalog, it would be revived again. I mean, who wouldn't be disturbed by phrases like "At nabakla si Hesus ang ating Kristo..."?
***
My dad always told stories about the Lenten seasons he spent with his cousins at Marinduque. They weren't allowed to play music, to sing, to play, to make noise, to smile, to laugh, or whatever. Why?
The old people chastised them because, they said, Christ has just died. No one should make happy noises when Christ has just died.
Nobody was allowed to wear sleeveless shirts and shorts either, which would be find if one lived in a temperate area, but a no-no when one lives in the tropics. They had to wear starched and collared shirts and pants. Also, they didn't have electricity there in those days most of the time, so imagine the way people would smell at the end of the day...
Stories like that make me grateful that my parents are liberals when it comes to Catholic traditions. While other people aren't allowed to go online today, I have full use of the computer. XD
feeling:
contemplative
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