andrael (kurozukin_a) wrote,
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Everybody has "family legends", right? Well, the biggest legend in our family is the story of the first time my grandfather saw my mother after she was born.

It was 1942, during the Japanese occupation. My grandfather, as a Philippine army officer, was a prisoner. Though he was luckier than most in that he was being held in a camp in Manila, he didn't have any contact with the outside. He and my grandmother (pregnant with their first child) hadn't seen each other in several months.

The story goes that one day, my lolo was sweeping the camp grounds as part of his everyday duties. While he was sweeping near the gate, a vendor happened to pass by. When the Japanese guard's back was turned, my lolo quickly handed the vendor a coin through the gate and bought that day's paper. And inside that paper that he just happened to buy that day, buried in the society column, was a brief mention of my lola's name, saying that she had given birth to a baby girl.

Lolo was so excited, he started shouting and telling anyone within earshot that he was a father. Before long, he was brought before the commanding officer, a certain Lt. Watanabe. Lolo thought he was in trouble for buying the paper. Instead, the lieutenant offered to drive him to the hospital to see his wife and baby. My lola couldn't believe it when the nurses told her her husband was there to see her.

Later when they were returning to the camp, my lolo thanked the Japanese lieutenant, who just replied, "The feeling of fathers is all the same."

Awesome story right? It's been repeated so many times over the decades that every one of us kids, grandkids, cousins, etc. know it by heart. It's practically the central "creation myth" of our family history.

Well, yesterday was the first anniversary of my lola's death. Today we were going through a lot of her old things -- letters, photos, etc. In a small wooden box, along with love letters, birthday cards, and my mother and uncle's letters to Santa at the North Pole, I was amazed to find one of lola's old diaries from 1942. There's an entry for May 12th where her usually small, neat handwriting becomes huge and wobbly because she's writing while waiting for the ambulance to take her to the hospital to have her baby. There's an entry for May 14th after the baby had arrived (apparently her being a girl had come as some surprise?) There's an entry for the evening of May 15th, talking about lolo's visit earlier that day.

So I thought that was pretty much the most amazing I could ever find. But then, at the bottom of that wooden box, I found

THE PAPER.

You might understand if I feel like I've just found the Holy Grail.

Check out the front page. Ripped from the headlines of Japanese-occupied Manila!

The feature article includes the line, "As a result of Japanese activities, the correspondent said, Germany may be able to deliver the death blow to Soviet Russia soon." But who cares about that! Real history is being made on page 2:

They didn't mention lolo's name, for fear there would be trouble if it got out they were related to an army officer. "Benitez" was lola's maiden name.

So there you have it. A piece of our family history. And a little snippet of world history as well.
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