A long time ago, a man had a vision. He wanted for him, his wife, and his children a beautiful house with a magnificent view over the city of Cagayan de Oro, the Macajalar Bay and the island of Camiguin. He let his dream come true.
He was a very religious man. He not only built a house for his family no other has build before here, but also his own chapel.
Every sunday a priest came to hold a mass for the familie, friends and neighbors.
The man died. The wife lived still for many years but not anymore in the house. The life of the house and the chapel ended. The wife still came many years to put flowers on the altar and to pray in the chapel, till she grew to old for this, too.
The house has died long time ago, the chapel died when the old woman couldn’t manage anymore to come to visit.
Nature is taking its toll on the old chapel. Rain and wind is chipping away on it. The Balete tree is growing bigger with the years. The gate is rosty, but still welcoming rare visitor with its open wings.
From here the view is guided to the old large gate, now locked, just across. The gate opend to a large place, and in the middle stood the small castle, like high at the famous Rhine river in Germany. The portal was made of massive wood and opend to a large hall with a fountain. Big windows, protected by forged window screens, let the sunshine into the hall. To the left was a curved flight of stairs, made of the finest Narra wood. Upstairs were bedrooms with small in-built balconies. In a tower sleeping a dozend bats or so.
Why I know this all? We had the privilege to live in this house for one year from 1981 to 1982.
When we lived there. I could feel his presence everywhere in the house. The new owner of the land bulldozed it. Now it’s gone. The dream, the vision of the man, gone, but not my memories.