Excerpts from Pamana IX…

CSFA’s Pamana IX

 Pamana– is Philippine heritage dating back hundreds of years. The stories are told through various dances, which are quite colorful as well as educational. 

 The program begins with a passionate rendition of the Pilipino national anthem, followed immediately by the enthusiastically sung American National Anthem.

Philippine National Anthem, sung with much fervor.
American National Anthem sung with passion.

The whole of Pamana includes five suites of dance with a ten-minute intermission:

1.  Lumad Suite – In the lush mountains and forests of Mindanao, indigenous peoples collectively known as Lumads have, for centuries, lived lives defined by a peaceful; coexistence with nature and among themselves. Lumad is a Sugbuanon word meaning, “”Born of the Earth.”


Dugso – a ceremonial dance hailing from the Monobo tribe and is usually performed during important occasions such as: kaliga (feasts) or kaamutan (tribal gatherings) associated with an abundant harvest, the birth of a male heir or victory in war.  The all female dance is headed

Pamana IX – Dugso Dance

by babaylan (shaman/priestess) who is responsible for keeping the fire burning.  The close association with the pagpagayok bird is representative of the colorful headdress and bells around the ankles.  Those bells are regarded as the best music to the ears of the spirits.


2.  Cordillera Suite – There are six ethnic tribes of the mountainous Central Cordillera region of Northern Luzon. The tribes are known as: Ibalay, Kankanay, Ifugao, Kalinga, Apayao, and Bontoc tribes.  Firm in their ancient traditions, their songs and dances take the form of rituals as offerings to the Gods for a good harvest, to keep ill omens at bay and to ensure success in love and war.

Pamana IX – Ragragsakan

Ragragsakan– A thanksgiving dance usually performed by women after a bountiful harvest or in celebration of tribal victory. 


Pamana IX – Takiling

Takiling – Kaling men chant dance and leap around while beating gangsa(brass gongs).  This is part of the colorful religious ritual of thanksgiving for a bountiful harvest. 

Banga’t Salidsid – This dance depicts the grace and stamina of the Kalinga maidens as they balance layers of clay pots (banga) on their

Pamana IX – Banga’t Salidsid

heads while fetching water from the lowlands.  They prepare for a marriage ceremony.  The warrior presents his matrimonial blanket and then woman responds by balancing several clay pots on her head.  She follows the man to connote obedience.   He simulates the movements of a rooster at love play.  He aspires to attract and seize his love. 


Pamana IX – Bumayah

Bumaya – The movements of his dance of the Ifugao tribe imitate those of a rooster scratching the ground.  Both men and women express their joy for a bountiful harvest of rice, to the god Kabunian.




To be continued…

Steve Richie

Hi folks, Two lives in one lifetime. The first me, lived to age thirty-four. That Steve was overly confident and oozing with pride. Then, on a record heat-setting day (107º) here in the Twin Cities area of Minnesota and western Wisconsin, a one car near-fatal wreck left me in a two-month long coma. I emerged much as I was before minus certain physical capabilities, but my mind seemed mostly in tact. The crash and its effects did not change me (I emerged a happy individual) but the deeds perpetrated against me in the ensuing months from my wife of sixteen years scared and humbled me as I was dragged down with nothing left by my wife who now had guardianship over all of our accounts. And neither would she allow me to see our kids. She took everything out of, "Our" names and changed them to her name only; then would not allow me to our home and divorced me. I was angry, but no more. I spent half of 1988 and more than half of 1989 in hospitals, nursing homes and a three month stint at a head-injury rehab center where I was being taught how to re-enter society as this different person, that I didn't know. I was not able to return to my previous line of work, a self-employed decorator, you know, painting and paperhanging. It was a physical job which required much dexterity, finesse, and a good grasp of numbers. I returned to the beginning, school, but on a community college level. One of the instructor's liked my writing and I began focusing my attention on that. I attended classes at, "The Loft," A Place for Writers in Minneapolis. While there, a classmate of mine was having her friend from New York, a CBS executive, to her home for the holidays and asked me if she could do a critique on a couple chapters of a book I was writing, "A Day I'll Never Remember" and I obliged. When she returned to class the following Monday she told me that the exec wanted a ten-page synopsis of the book for a possible movie; I was excited. After obliging for that also, I never saw or heard from her or the guy from CBS. Next thing I knew I was watching a movie called, "Regarding Henry" starring Harrison Ford and the scenes of therapy were exactly like what I went through and had written about. Regarding Henry - could've been my story except that, "Henry" got his head injury from a gunshot and his wife stayed with him throughout the ordeal. Coincidence I'm sure, though, the therapy scenes entailed what I described in the book so I always wondered..... My hope, my dream is to bolster our income for my daughter and for myself. I am and have been raising this beautiful, talented little girl who was diagnosed with autism at age two, since 2006 singlehandedly. I divorced her mother the same year following complaints that I spent too much time with our daughter. However, Stephanie began school with no need for special education. She has been reading since age four and understanding what she'd read. Stephanie maintains straight "A's" on her report card, has published two books (through school) and has been selected as an, "Honors" student for seventh grade English. My ex moved to New York to be closer to her sister and has been remarried now for a number of years. Well, that's only a snippet of my sixty-one years and I would like to thank you for reading, thank you.


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