Sonia m zaide biography of michael

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Learn more…. Recent downloads:. Account Public profile Downloaded files My donations. Report file quality. English [en],. Gregorio F. Zaide; Sonia M. A classic, biography of the Philippines' National Hero, this book revises the previous edition written for the Jose Rizal Centennial with fresh insights, new data, and new appendices. One of the best-selling books on Rizal, this volume contains new information about the conditions in Rizal's times, the attempt on his life in Dapitan, his prophetic views about the Philippines, and other data.

In particular, it corrects the impression that Rizal had been a "colonial-made hero," and affirms that he was a hero for all seasons and for all people - Filipinos, Spaniards, and Americans, Germans, Austrians, Malays, Indonesians, etc. His famous diary, essay, letters, and also poems are found either in excerpt or in entirety. His famous novels and incomplete works are also discussed within.

Jose Rizal: life, works, and writings of a genuis, writer, scientist, and national hero. Jose Rizal : life, works and writings of a genius, writer, scientist and national hero. Advent of a National Hero 2. Childhood Years in Calamba 3. Scholastic Triumphs at Ateneo de Manila 5. Medical Studies at the University of Santo Tomas 6. Contact us at support z-lib.

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Sonia m zaide biography of michael

And such a family was the Rizal family. A Good and Middle-Class Family. The Rizal family belonged to the principalia, a town aristocracy in Spanish Philippines. It was one of the distinguished families in Calamba. From the farms, which were rented from the Dominican Order, they harvested rice, corn, and sugarcane. They raised pigs, chickens, and turkeys in their backyard.

In addition to farming and stockraising, Dona Teodora managed a general goods store and operated a small flour-mill and a home-made ham press. They owned a carriage, which was a status symbol of the ilustrados in Spanish Philippines and a private library the largest in calamba which consisted of more than 1, volumes. They sent their children to the colleges in Manila.

Combining affluence and culture, hospitality, courtesy, they participated prominently in all social and religious affairs in the community. They were gracious hosts to all visitors and guests —friars, Spanish officials, and Filipino friends —during the town fiestas and other holidays. Beneath their roof, all guest irrespective of their color, rank, social position, and economic status, were welcome.

Home Life of the Rizals. The Rizal family had a simple, contented, and happy life. In consonance with Filipino custom, family ties among the Rizals were intimately close. Don Frncisco and Dona Teodora loved their children, but they never spoiled them. They were strict parents and they trained their children to loved God, to behave well, to be obedient, and to respect people, especially the old folks.

Whenever the children, including Jose Rizal, got into mischief, they were given a sound spanking. They prayed together daily at home —the Angelus at sunset and the Rosary before retiring to bed at night. After the family prayers, all the children kissed the hands of their parents. They were given ample time and freedom to play by their strict and religious parents.

They played merrily in the azotea or in the garden by themselves. The older ones were allowed to play with the children of the other families. His natal town of Calamba, so named after a big native jar, was a fitting cradle for a hero. Its scenic beauties and its industrious, hospitable, and friendly folks impressed him during his childhood years and profoundly affected his mind and character.

Calamba was a hacienda town which belonged to the Dominican order, which also owned all the lands around it. It is a picturesque town nestling on a verdant plain covered with irrigated ricefields and sugar-lands. A few kilometers to the south looms the legendary Mount Makiling in somnolent grandeur and beyond this mountain is the province of Batangas.

East of the town is the Laguna de Bay, an inland lake of songs and emerald waters beneath the canopy of azure skies. In the middle of the lake towers the storied island of talim, beyond it towards the north is the distant Antipolo, famous mountain shrine of the miraculous Lady of Peace and Good Voyage. Rizal loved Calamba with all his heart and soul.

In , when he was 15 years old and was a student in the ateneo de Manila, he remembered his beloved town. While sadness I recall. I yet recall a village plain, My joy, my family, my boon, Besides the freshly cool lagoon, -The spot for which my heart beats warm. Ah yes! Ah, tender childhood, lovely town, Rich fount of my felicities, Oh those harmonious melodies Which put to flight all dismal hours, Come back to my heart once more!

Come back, gentle hours, I yearn! Come back as the birds return, At the budding of the flowers! Alas, farewell! Eternal vigil keep For thy peace, thy bliss, and tranquility, O Genius of good, so kind! Give me these gifts, with charity. To thee are my fervent vows, -To thee I cease not to sigh These to learn, and I call to the sky To have thy sincerity.

Earliest Childhood Memories. The first memory of Rizal of Rizal, in his infancy, was his happy days in the family garden when he was three years old. Because he was a frail, sickly, 8 And undersized child, he was given the tenderest care by his parents. His father built a little nipa cottage in the garden for him to play in the daytime.

A kind old woman was employed as an aya nurse maid to look after his comfort. At times, he was left alone to muse on the beauties of nature or to play by himself. Another childhood memory was the daily Angelus prayer. By nightfall, Rizal related, his mother gathered all the children at the house to pray the Angelus. With nostalgic feeling, he also remembered the happy moonlight nights at the azotea after the nightly Rosary.

The aya related to the Rizal children including Jose many stories about the fairies; tales of buried treasure and tress blooming with diamonds, and other fabulous stories. The imaginary tales told by the aya aroused in Rizal an enduring interest in legends and folklore. Sometimes, when he did not like to take his supper, the aya would threaten him that the asuang, the nuno, the tigbalang, or a terrible bearded and turbaned Bombay would come to take him away if he would not eat his supper.

Another memory of his infancy was the nocturnal walk in the town, especially when there was a moon. The aya took him for a walk in the moonlight by the river, where the trees cast grotesque shadow on the bank. The Rizal children were bound together by ties of love and companionship. They were well-bred, for their parents taught them to love and help one another.

Of his sister, Jose loved most of the little Concha Concepcion. He was a year older than Concha. He played with her and from her he learned the sisterly love. Unfortunately, Concha died of sickness in when she was only three years old. Jose, who was very fond of her, cried bitterly at losing her. Devoted Son of the Church. A scion of a Catholic clan, born and bred in a wholesome atmosphere of Catholicism, and possessed of an inborn pious spirit, Rizal grew up a good Catholic.

At the age of three, he began to take part in the family prayers. His mother, who was a bevout Catholic, taught him a Catholic prayer. When he was five years old, he was able to read haltingly the Spanish family Bible. He loves to go to church, to pray, to take part in novenas, and to join religious processions. It is said that he was so seriously devout that he was laughingly called Manong Jose by the Hermanos and Hermanas Terceras.

He used to visit this learned Filipino priest and listen to his stimulating opinions on current events and sound philosophy of life. Pilgrimage to Antipolo. Dona Teodora could not accompany them because she had given birth to Trinidad. It was the first trip of Jose across Laguna de Bay and his first pilgrimage to Antipolo. He and his father rode in a casco barge.

He was thrilled, as a typical boy should, by his first lake voyage. After praying at the shrine of the Virgin of Antipolo, Jose and his father went to Manila. It was the first time Jose saw Manila. The Story of the Moth. Of the stories told by Dona Teodora to her favorite son, Jose, that of the young moth made the profoundest impression on him.

Speaking on this incident, Rizal wrote: One night, all the family, except my mother and myself, went to bed early. Why, I do not know, but we two remained sitting alone. The candles had been already been put out. They have been blown out in their globes by means of a curved tube of tin. That tube seemed to me the finest and most wonderful plaything in the world.

The room was dimly lighted by a single light of coconut oil. In all Filipino homes such a light burns through the night. It goes out just at day-break to awaken people by its spluttering. This was quite a rare book and an old copy. It had lost its cover amd my sister had cleverly made a new one. She had fastened a sheet of thick blue paper over the back and then covered it with a piece of cloth.

This night my mother became impatient with hearing me read so poorly. I did not understand Spanish and so I could not read with impression. She took the book from me. First she scolded me for drawing funny pictures on its pages. Then she told me to listen and she began to read. When her sight was good, she read very well. She could recite well, and she understood verse-making, too.

Many times during Christmas vacations, my mother corrected my poetical compositions, and she always made valuable criticisms. I listened to her, full of childish enthusiasm. I marveled at the nice-sounding phrases which she read from those same pages. The phrases she read so easily stopped me at every breath. Perhaps I grew tired of listening to sounds that had no meaning for 10 me.

Perhaps I lacked of self-control. Anyway, I paid little attention to the reading. I was watching the cheerful flame. About it, some little moths were circling in playful flights. By chance, too, I yawned. My mother soon noticed that I was not interested. She stopped reading. Now pay attention. I watched my mother while she turned the leaves of the book, as if she were looking for something.

Then I settled down to listen. I was full of curiosity and wonder. I had never even dreamed that there were stories in the old book which I read without understanding. My mother began to read the fable of the young moth and the old one. She translated it into Tagalog a little at a time. My attention increased from the first sentence.

I looked toward the light and fixed my gaze on the moths which were circling around it. The story could not have been better timed. My mother repeated the warning of the old moth. She dwelt upon it and directed it to me. I heard her, but it is a curious thing that the light seemed to me each time more beautiful, the flame more attractive. I really envied the fortune of the insects.

They frolicked so joyously in its enchanting splendor that the ones which had fallen and been drowned in the oil did not cause me any dread. My mother kept on reading and I listened breathlessly. The fate of the two insects interested me greatly. The flame rolled its golden tongue to one side and a moth with this movement had singed into the oil, fluttered for a time and then became quiet.

That became to me a great event. A curious change came over me which I have always noticed in myself whenever anything has stirred my feelings. I did not notice when she ended the fable. All attention was fixed on the face of the insect. I watched it with my whole soul. It had died a martyr to its illusions. The story revealed to me things until then unknown.

Moths no longer were, for me, insignificant insects. Moths talked; they knew how to warn. They advised just liked my mother. The light seemed to me more attractive. I knew why the moths circled the flame. Artistic talents. Since early childhood Rizal revealed his God-given talent for art. At the age of five, he began to make sketches with his pencil and no mould in clay and wax objects which attracted his fancy.

Upon the request of the town mayor, he painted in oil colors a new banner that delighted the town folks because it was better that the original one. Jose had the soul of a genuine artist. Rather an introvert child, with a skinny physique and sad dark eyes, he found great joy looking at the blooming flowers, the ripening fruits, the dancing waves of the lake, and the milky clouds in the sky; and listening to the songs of the birds, the chirping of the cicadas, and the murmurings of the breezes.

He loved to ride on a spirited pony which his father bought for him and take long walks in the meadows and lakeshore with his black dog named Usman. One interesting anecdote about Rizal was the incident about his clay and wax images. One day when he was about six years old his sister laughed at him for spending so much time making those images rather than participating in their games.

He kept silent as they laughed with childish glee. Someday when I die, people will make monuments and images of me! Aside from his sketching and sculpturing talent, Rizal possessed a God-given gift for literature. Since early boyhood he had scribbled verses on loose sheets of paper and on the textbooks of his sisters. His mother, who was a lover of literature, noticed his poetic inclination and encouraged him to write poetry.

For language is the final judge and referee Upon the people in the land where it holds sway; In truth our human race resembles in this way The other living being born in liberty. Whoever knows not how to love his native tongue Is worse than any beast or evil smelling fish. To make our language richer ought to be our wish The same as the mother loves to feed her young.

First Drama by Rizal. After writing the poem To My Fellow Children, Rizal, who was then eight years old, wrote his first dramatic work which was a Tagalog comedy. It is said that it was staged in a Calamba festival and was delightfully applauded by the audience. A gobernadorcillo from Paete, a town in Laguna famous for lanzones and woodcarvings, happened to witness the comedy and liked it so much that he purchased the manuscript for two pesos and brought it to his home town.

It was staged in Paete during his town fiesta. Rizal as Boy Magician. Since early manhood Rizal had been interested in magic. With his dexterous hands, he learned various tricks, such as making coins appear or disappear in his fingers and making a handkerchief vanish in thin air. He entertained his town folks with magiclantern exhibitions.

This consisted of an ordinary lamp casting its shadow on a white screen. He twisted his supple fingers into fantastic shapes, making their enlarged shadows on the screen resemble certain animals and persons. He also gained skill in manipulating marionettes puppet shows. In later years when he attained manhood, he continued his keen predilection for magic.

He read many books on magic and attended the performances of the famous magicians of the world. Lakeshore Reveries. During the twilight hours of summertime Rizal, accompanied by his pet dog, used to meditate at the shore of Laguna de Bay on the sad conditions of his oppressed people. Years later, he related: I spent many, many hours of my childhood down on the shore of the lake, Laguna de Bay.

I was thinking of what was beyond. I was dreaming of what might be over on the other side of the waves. Almost every day, in our town, we saw the Guardia Civil lieutenant caning and injuring some unarmed and inoffensive villagers. The alcalde treated the poor villagers in the same way whenever he visited us. Acts of violence and other excesses were committed daily.

I asked myself if, in the lands which lay across the lake, the people lived in this same way. I wondered if there they tortured any countryman with hard and cruel whips merely on suspicion. Did they there respect the home? Or ever yonder also, in order to live in peace, would once have to bribe tyrants? Young though he was, he grieved deeply over the unhappy situation of his beloved fatherland.

The Spanish misdeeds awakened in his boyish heart a great determination to fight tyranny. With this idea in my mind, I studied, and this is seen in all my writings. Someday God will given me the opportunity to fulfill my promise. On the night Jose Rizal was born, other children were born in Calamba and hundreds of other children were also born all over the Philippines.

In the lives of all men there are influences which cause some to be great and others not. In the case of Rizal, he had all the favorable influences, few other children in his time enjoyed. These influences were the following: 1 hereditary influence, 2 environmental influence, and 3 aid of Devine Providence. Hereditary Influence: According to biological science, there are inherent qualities which a person inherits from his ancestors and parents.

From his Malayan ancestors, Rizal, evidently, inherited his love for freedom, his innate desire to travel, and his indomitable courage. From his Chinese ancestors, he derived his serious nature, frugality, patience, and love for children. From his Spanish ancestors, he got his elegance of bearing, sensibility to insult, and gallantry to ladies.

From his father, he inherited a profound sense of self-respect, the love for work, and the habit of independent thinking. And from his mother, he inherited his religious nature, the spirit of self-sacrifice, and the passion for arts and literature. Environmental Influence: According to psychologist, environment, as well as heredity, affects the nature of a person.

Environmental influence includes places, associates, and events. The scenic beauties of Calamba and the beautiful garden of the Rizal family stimulated the inborn artistic and literary talents of Jose Rizal. The religious atmosphere at his home fortified his religious nature. His brother, Paciano, instilled in his mind the love for freedom and justice.

From his sisters, he learned to be courteous and kind two women. The fairy tales told by his aya during his early childhood awakened his interest in folklore and legends. His three uncles, brothers of his mother, exerted a good influence on him. Tio Jose Alberto, who had studied for eleven for British school in Calcutta, India, and had traveled in Europe inspired him to develop his artistic ability.

Tio Manuel, a husky and athletic man, encouraged him to develop his frail body by means of physical exercises, including horse riding, walking, and wrestling. And Tio Gregorio, a book lover, intensified his voracious reading of good books. The sorrows in his family, such as the death of Concha in and the imprisonment of his mother in , contributed to strengthen his character, enabling him to resist blows of adversity in later years.

The Spanish abuses and cruelties which he witnessed in his boyhood, such as a brutal acts of the lieutenant of Guardia Civil and the alcalde, the unjust tortures inflicted on innocent Filipinos, and the execution of Fathers Gomez, Burgos, and Zamora in , awakened his spirit of patriotism and inspired him to consecrate his life and talents to redeem his oppressed people.

Aid of Divine Providence: Greater than heredity and environment in the fate of man is the aid of Divine Providence. A person may have everything in life —brains, wealth, and power —but, without the aid of Divine Providence, he cannot attain greatness in the annals of the nation. Rizal was providentially destined to be the pride and glory of his nation.

God had endowed him with the versatile gifts of a genius, the vibrant spirit of a nationalist, and the valiant heart to sacrifice or a noble cause. Instruction was rigid and strict. Despite the defects of the Spanish system of elementary education, Rizal was able to acquire the necessary instruction preparatory for college work in Manila and abroad.

It may said that Rizal, who was born a physical weakling, rose to be an intellectual giant not because of instruction obtaining in the Philippines during the last decades of Spanish Regime. The first teacher of Rizal was his mother, who was a remarkable woman of good character and fine culture. On her lap, he learned at the age of three the alphabet and the prayers.

As a tutor, Dona Teodora was patient conscientious, and understanding. It was she who first discovered that her son had a talent for poetry. Accordingly, she encouraged him to write poems. As Jose grew older, his parents employed private tutors to give him lessons at home. This old teacher lived at the Rizal home and instructed Jose in Spanish and Latin.

Unfortunately, he did not live long. He died five months later. Jose Goes to Binan. One Sunday afternoon in June, , Jose, after kissing the hands of his parents and a tearful parting from his sisters, left Calamba for Binan. He was accompanied by Paciano, who acted as his second father. It was almost night when they arrived, and the moon was about to rise.

The same night, Jose, with his cousin named Leandro, went sightseeing in the town. Instead enjoying the sights, Jose became depressed because of homesickness. Ah, how sweet to me was Calamba, my own town, inspite of the fact, that it was not as wealthy as Binan. Paciano knew the teacher quite well because he had been a pupil under him before. He introduced Jose to the teacher, after which he departed to return to Calamba.

Immediately, Jose was assigned his seat in the class. The teacher sharply stopped all noise and began the lessons of the day. He knew by heart the grammars by Nebrija and Gainza. Add to this his severity, that in my judgment was exaggerated, and you have a picture, perhaps vague, that I have made of him, but I remember only this. In the afternoon in his first day in school, when the teacher having his siesta, Jose met the bully, Pedro.

He was angry at this bully for making fun of him during his conversation with the teacher in the morning. Jose challenged Pedro to a fight. The latter readily accepted, thinking that he could easily beat the Calamba boy who was smaller and younger. The two boys wrestled furiously in the classroom, much to glee of their classmates. Jose, having learned the art of wrestling from his athletic Tio Manuel, defeated the bigger boy.

For this feat, he became popular among his classmates. After the class in the afternoon, a classmate named Andres Salandanan challenged him to an arm-wrestling match. They went to a side walk of a house and wrestled with their arms. Jose, having the weaker arm, lost and nearly cracked his head on the sidewalk. In succeeding days he had other fights with the boys of Binan.