Children would cringe in fear at the sight of moryons, to the delight of the moryons themselves who'd engage in mock attacks and antics to scare the kids some more.
But such encounters with children they chance upon along the streets is a welcome respite after having walked the miles for hours from the hinterlands, running away from stray dogs. Where it would be fairly safe, and where there'd be ladies, the masqueraders would just waltz along the way clop-clopping their ‘kalutang’ sticks. One might carry a guitar as accompaniment for songs like "sa bahay ni kampara, may taong nakadapa", sung in muffled voices.
In return, the ladies might have a 'singko' coin to spare as ‘pabaon’, give-away.
Men who are into daytime drinking might offer a glass of ‘tuba’, coconut wine and the moryons wouldn't ever refuse it as that'd be simply unthinkable. Un-Marinduqueno.
Beautiful masks! Have a Good Day!
ReplyDeleteLate posts, too busy, but i remember you made a comment sometime ago that you were curious to find out about the moriones festival outcome as you did not witness these events.. So I have just began posting these photos on the various activities, courtesy of Gerry Jamilla who took these photos. For you and the world to know you know...
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