Amador T. Daguio, my father. Died at the age of 54, on the 26th of April 1966. His remains lie at the Manila Memorial Park with his poem Hymn to Death written on his now worn-out tombstone. In this poem, written when he was in his early 20's and part of his first book of poems, The Flaming Lyre, he predicted his death on an April night. It was a poem describing death and, in the second stanza, describes himself and how he wanted to be remembered.
Here is how it goes:
To you, O Death, laureled by the Sun's fire
To you whose dark face is forgetfulness,
To you whose grim, dread presences
Make still the lips of loveliness,
To you, swift, unfathomable,
To you, wholly unsurpassed and pale,
I'll someday give my youth to die
Under a shining April sky.
When I shall have been gone, say of me:
"He was a seeker of the heart of man.
He was God's talker, love was his crown
And beauty ruled his sceptered hand."
He established the house of life
Though he carved on rocks of sorrow his songs,
Then he went to land and he went to sea,
Proclaiming, "Faith: at last I'm free! "
His wife, my mother, passed away at the age of 94 and was interred where his remains lie. There are 4 of us siblings, two of us guys are in Sydney, Australia and two of his daughters are in Manila.
I have with me an old only copy of the Flaming Lyre with some pages missing, a copy of his submitted thesis at Stanford University entitled Hudhud Hi Aliguyon and a few short stories that he wrote. Many of his works, his manuscripts were borrowed and never returned.
I used to play chess with my Dad and he would take me to the faculty room at the University of the East when I was studying at San Sebastián College to play with his colleagues. He died when i was 15 about 10 days before my graduation from High School. I remember that day as I was late for school and got locked out by the gate guards. Somehow, I found myself taking the bus to the PGH where, upon arrival, I was greeted by Mom saying that he is lucid and awake. He had gone into coma three days before after surgery. We ate ice cream together and when his friend Rodrigo Feria came, he told everyone, don't give him ice cream, this is only for my son. Actually, in the morning of that day, he suddenly spoke and said, "open the windows, the birds are chirping". while we were having ice cream, he burped and told me, "my son, that is what we call burp, the one below is called fart...but I don't want to demonstrate that to you because there is a beautiful nurse beside me". He had a lovely and joyful outlook that morning. In the afternoon, when our youngest, Malinda, came from school, just 6 years of age, he spoke and said, "How could a man die?"
In the evening, he passed away.
If you wish to get in touch, you can message me in FB, my name Danny Daguio, now age 63. or email me at dand16@yahoo.com
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Amador T. Daguio was a poet, novelist and teacher during the pre-war. He was best known for his fictions and poems. He had published two volumes of poetry, "Bataan Harvest" and"The Flaming Lyre". He served as chief editor for the Philippine House of Representatives before he died in 1966.
Daguio was born 8 January 1912 in Laoag, Ilocos Norte, but grew up in Lubuagan, Mountain Province, where his father, an officer in the Philippine Constabulary, was assigned. He was class valedictorian in 1924 at the Lubuagan Elementary School. Then he stayed with his uncle at Fort William McKinley to study at Rizal High School in Pasig. Those four years in high school were, according to Daguio, the most critical in his life. «I spent them literally in poverty, extreme loneliness, and adolescent pains …In my loneliness, I began to compose verses in earnest.”8 He was in third year high when he broke into print in a national weekly, The Sunday Tribune Magazine (11 July 1926), with a poem, “She Came to Me.” He was going to be valedictorian or salutatorian, but his teacher in “utter lack of justice …put down my marks in history—my favorite subject. That just about broke my heart because then I would have had free tuition at the U.P.”9
Thus out of school for the first semester in 1928, he earned his tuition (P60.00) by serving as houseboy, waiter, and caddy to officers at Fort McKinley. He enrolled for the second semester with only P2.50 left for books and other expenses. He commuted between the Fort and Padre Faura, Manila, walking about two kilometers from Paco station twice daily. He would eat his lunch alone on Dewey Blvd. and arrive at the Fort about 9 o’clock in the evening. This continued for three years. Then an uncle arrived from Honolulu who paid his tuition during his third year; before this, he worked Saturday and Sunday as printer’s devil at the U.P. and served as Philippine Collegian reporter. During all this time, he learned the craft of writing from Tom Inglis Moore, an Australian professor at U.P., and was especially grateful to A.V.H. Hartendorp of Philippine Magazine. His stories and poems appeared in practically all the Manila papers.
One of ten honor graduates at U.P. in 1932, he returned to teach at his boyhood school in Lubuagan; in 1938, he taught at Zamboanga Normal School where he met his wife Estela. They transferred to Normal Leyte School in 1941 before the Second World War. During the Japanese Occupation, he joined the resistance and wrote poems in secret, later collected as Bataan Harvest.1 0 He was a bosom-friend of another writer in the resistance, Manuel E. Arguilla.
In 1952, he obtained his M.A. in English at Stanford U. as a Fulbright scholar. His thesis was a study and translation of Hudhud hi Aliguyon (Ifugao Harvest Song). In 1954, he obtained his Law degree from Romualdez Law College in Leyte. Daguio was editor and public relations officer in various offices in government and the military. He also taught for twenty-six years at the University of the East, U.P., and Philippine Women’s University. In 1973, six years after his death, Daguio was conferred the Republic Cultural Heritage Award.
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