My efforts for this blog have
paid off! An article of mine about the limestone burial jars was published in
the op-ed section of a national newspaper. “Where They Should Be” appeared in
the Youngblood section of the Philippine
Daily Inquirer on December 30, 2012. What an exhilarating way to end the
year. Here are the first few paragraphs:
Upon seeing the burial jars, I had to take a deep breath. I had to keep the tears from flowing.
I was in the University of San Carlos (USC) Museum in Cebu City, and the burial jars I had come to see were taken half a century ago from Kulaman Plateau, my hometown in Mindanao.
For several weeks before the visit, I spent hours almost every day doing research online on the archaeological artifacts. By scouring websites and poring over downloadable academic papers, I felt that I had been a witness to the journey of the burial jars—how they were discovered in the caves and rock shelters in our town and ended up in museums in the Visayas, Luzon, and even as far away as the United States.
Seeing the jars for the first time, running my fingers along their vertical ridges, staring straight at the hollow eyes of their anthropomorphic covers, I felt reunited with long-lost loved ones. I had reached a major point in my search for identity. I had found a missing part of me.
The body of the article contains
mostly facts about the burial jars—their features, where they are discovered,
the explorations conducted by some institutions, where the jars are now. The
information isn’t much different from what you can read in The Burial Jars page
of this blog. The Youngblood article ends this way:
It is sad that the jars were taken away from their original sites, even if the institutions involved have done so much in preserving them and informing the public of their significance. It is despicable that some of the jars are blatantly put on sale online as though they were limited-edition action figures or used laptops. Nobody should put a price tag on archaeological artifacts; they are invaluable treasures of a tribe, a locality and even a nation.
If I had the money, I would buy all the burial jars now on display in California and take them back to my hometown. Unfortunately, all I can afford to do is see the ones that are in museums in the country. I’ve ticked off one destination in my list, and there are a few more to go.
Whichever museum I will visit, however, I have a feeling the experience will be the same: Upon seeing the jars, I will have to take a deep breath. I will have to keep the tears from flowing. No, I won’t let myself cry. I’ll cry only, in joy, when the limestone burial jars are back in Kulaman Plateau, where they came from, where they should be.
You can read the complete article
at inquirer.net. Perhaps for the sake of consistency, the editor used “Kulaman
Plateau” all throughout the article. Note, however, that in some parts, I
originally used “Kulaman” only and I was referring to the barangay. The village of Kulaman is the seat of government of the
municipality of Senator Ninoy Aquino, while Kulaman Plateau covers an area that
includes some parts of Kalamansig and Lebak towns.
