Text: One night in my family’s “barrio” in Ilocos Norte, there was a small boy sitting on the fence outside their family’s house. One of my relatives (which I will refer to as the “old man” for the rest of the story) found the boy after dark at around 8 pm. He said, “It’s late. You should go home and sleep now.” However, the boy “didn’t like the way the old man tapped the head.” The boy got up and suddenly he was a giant and towered over the old man. Then the old man got scared and tried to run but at the same time, the giant tried to touch him. The old man was so close to the giant that he was able to see the buttons on his shirt, but apparently the buttons on his shirt were as big as a platter. The old man was able to run away inside the house, but the giant ran after him and went on top of the house. Then the giant’s legs went under the house and tried to look for the old man with his feet. The giant had thought that he went under the house. Apparently, all the aunts and uncles knew there was someone on top of the house and thought it was like an earthquake so they prayed, and then the giant “flew away.” After asking more about his appearance, my grandma said he was very evil, extremely tall and scary. His eyes were very angry.

Context: My grandma informed me that this memorate belonged to the brother of her great grandfather around the year 1900, but it was told to her by her mother. Throughout the story, she did not know the name of the relative and referred to him as the “old man”, but she was still the story is true despite her not remembering details such as the relatives name and the fact that her mother wasn’t born yet. 

Analysis: I had asked my grandmother to tell me a story of the Kapre, mythical giants that live in the trees in the Philippines. She had told me about them when I was younger, but I could not recount any specific stories. This was my first time hearing this one, and I thought it was interesting of how she kept reminding me that her mother told this to her even though it was way before her mother was born. Not only has this story been passed down by two generations that did not witness the event, the belief that it happened is quite strong for an unexplainable reason. I had thought that details such as the kapre’s eyes and the buttons on his shirt were really specific and made me think that my grandma had listened to this story very closely because of fear. These kinds of tales that rely on someone’s fear make me wonder if something serious did happen whether it was something like war or an actual earthquake, but something supernatural such as the kapre was the only way to make sense of it. I think that the fear carried with this story is something that is very real, but the story had transformed into a myth more than an event that had happened.