By Renato Rosaldo
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44 The Day of Shelly’s Death Co n c h i t a C u m a l d i In Mungayang I’m catechist and barrio captain. Father Joe asks me to be the guide for Renato and Shelly. I have no choice but to say, I shall be the one. I walk with integrity, live by my word. The Day of Shelly’s Death 45 M u n g a y a n g , Oc t o b e r 1 0 , 1 9 8 1 With Conchita, we rode a jeepney from Kiangan to Lagawe, then walked down a steep hill and reached the village of Mungayang in the afternoon. Sam walked the whole way. He delighted the kids there by saying his name was Kemayong and by playing with them.
Shelly and I, Renato, live in their home for a year. I say, We’re the same as you. We eat your food sleep on your floor. Midalya says I keep your house cook your food. I am your maid. Midalya’s words have weight spoken as matter of fact. I cannot but accept their truth. On our visit of 1981 Midalya huddles Shelly and me in a dark corner by the hearth. She weeps, saying farewell, urging us to be careful, her premonition insisting what she divines and I as yet do not know. The Day of Shelly’s Death 33 Shelly Renato * Baguio, l a t e A u g u s t t o e a r ly Oc t o b e r , 1 9 8 1 In Baguio we looked into hiring a maid to give us time to teach and do our research.
He claims his tongue stumbles, but he’s a nimble word dancer who in his own home sings, orates, chants hunting spells. You, spirit who walks by the river, come join my steaming here! Here I steam magic on my hand by the hearthstone. The Day of Shelly’s Death 31 Midalya and family Midalya * M i d a lya She says she has nothing to say, thin, haggard, Tukbaw her brother, her husband Tepeg a man heavier than most. Shelly and I, Renato, live in their home for a year. I say, We’re the same as you. We eat your food sleep on your floor.