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I was my father’s princess

I grew up in a small village, where I was a village princess, or so I thought.

In the 60’s, the black-and-white television set came into our village.  We were the first one who had it in maybe 500 households.  We were only one of the very few who had our own motor vehicle.  We were one of  the  richest in our small section of the world  – I felt privileged.

During the days of Muhammad Ali and Frazier, their boxing bouts will be on television – and our house would be like a movie house – full of neighbors waiting to watch the fight.  There are also entertainment shows and variety shows who are always drawing crowds on weekends.

When I started first grade, my father will drive me to the village school in his vehicle  (knowing what I know now, I look back and i realize it was a dilapidated vehicle).  I felt like a princess.  I was a spoiled, beautiful little girl with big eyes and naturally curly hair.  I would cry, because I don’t want to go … and my father would continue pouring coins into my plastic pouch until i stop crying when it was filled enough. 

He would also give my first-grade teacher a thermos of milk for my recess. Unthinkable in the 60’s because thermoses were still scarce, expensive and considered a luxury.

For high school, my father would not , cannot have it any other way.  I have to go to the big town and study with the Jesuits, in a for-girls-only school.  Only the best for his little girl.

In high school  – I had the shock of my life.  Lumped with the richest in town, daughters of lawyers, doctors, merchants and businessmen, I turned out to be a poor provincial, dowdy village girl.  Added to this is my father’s propensity for dramatic humility.  My father would always tell the nuns he is only a poor farmer with no money.  He refused to go to the school dressed up, would always be in slippers and working clothes. 

You can just imagine the psychological impact on a 13-year old girl who wanted to belong. From being a little princess – I found myself comparatively destitute and dowdy in my new environment.

Maybe it can account for some of my outrageous behavior when I was a teen-ager.  But maybe it can also account for my state of mind in middle age and in my dotage. 

I am now compassionate, understanding and is a well-adjusted human being.

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  1. October 14, 2011 11:45 pm

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