Filipino-American History Month Comes to THD: A Little Celebration of a Big Heritage
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October has a special meaning for Filipino Americans. It is Filipino-American History Month, a time to remember the people, experiences, sacrifices, achievements, traditions and stories that have helped shape both the Philippines and the United States.
This October, I will be doing my own small part in celebrating that history right here at The Heritage Downtown (THD) in Walnut Creek-my home since June, 2023.
It will not be a large festival. There will be no parade or elaborate program. Instead, I will have a small display of some Filipino treasures that have been part of my life for many years, three Philippine wood carvings and my collection of jeepney art.
And, on October 7, our THD restaurant will give us an even more delicious way to celebrate: a Filipino dinner featuring some of the foods that remind me of home.
Why October?
Filipino-American History Month is observed every October because the first recorded presence of Filipinos in what is now the continental United States occurred on October 18, 1587, when Filipinos known as Luzones Indios came ashore at what is now Morro Bay, California. The Filipino American National Historical Society (FANHS) began promoting October as Filipino-American History Month in the early 1990s, and Congress formally recognized the observance in 2009.
That date always fascinates me. Filipinos were in California more than four centuries ago.
As a Filipino American living in California today, I sometimes think about that long historical journey from those early Filipino sailors on a Spanish galleon to the millions of Filipino Americans who now call the United States home.
My own journey is, of course, much more recent.
I was born in the Philippines in 1934 and spent my first 26 years immersed in Filipino life and culture. I grew up speaking Hiligaynon/Ilonggo and later Tagalog, went to the University of the Philippines, earned my chemistry degree, and eventually came to America as a young scientist.
Today, at 91, I find myself looking backward as much as forward.
And these three pieces of wood have suddenly become more meaningful to me.
Filipino Carvings and a Forgotten Memory
At the time, I don't remember having a profound reason for buying them.
Perhaps I simply liked them. That happens to me more often as I get older. Something that seemed ordinary many years ago can suddenly acquire a different meaning.
Looking at these carvings today, I see more than pieces of Philippine handicraft. I see my ancestry.
The central figure is a woman carrying a vessel on her head. The two darker carvings beside her have a primitive, almost ancestral quality. They remind me of the Philippines before modern buildings, highways, shopping malls and smartphones.
They make me think of our islands, our villages, our farmers, fishermen, craftsmen and women, and the generations who came before us. These wood carvings were from Benguet, Northern Luzon.
Their meaning to me is personal. They remind me that before I became an American scientist, FDA chemist, husband, father, grandfather and now a 91-year-old blogger, I was a Filipino boy from Iloilo. And that part of me never disappeared.
My Little Jeepney Collection
The jeepney may be one of the most recognizable symbols of Filipino ingenuity.
The original jeepneys developed from American military jeeps left in the Philippines after World War II. Filipinos transformed them into colorful public transportation vehicles, extending and decorating them in ways that became uniquely Filipino.
To me, the jeepney represents something larger than transportation.
It represents Filipino creativity, taking something left behind and turning it into something distinctly our own.
That idea has always resonated with me.
Filipino Americans have done something similar in America. We brought our language, food, music, faith, family traditions and values with us, while becoming part of the larger American story.
We did not have to choose between being Filipino and being American. We could be both.
Filipino Food Comes to THD
Perhaps the most enjoyable part of our little celebration will take place on October 7, when Filipino dishes will be served in our THD restaurant.
Just look at this menu:
- Beef nilaga
- Chicken adobo
- Garlic-fried deboned bangus
- Lumpia
- Eggplant and okra vegetable mix with shrimp paste
- Leche flan
- Puto
For a Filipino, that is almost a culinary trip back home without having to get on an airplane!
Nilaga reminds me of the simple comfort foods of Filipino families.
Adobo, of course, may be one of the best-known Filipino dishes around the world. Every Filipino family seems to have its own version.
Bangus, our milkfish, takes me back to the Philippines immediately. And garlic-fried bangus is difficult for me to resist.
Then there is lumpia. I don't think a Filipino gathering is complete without lumpia!
And for dessert- leche flan and puto. What more could a Filipino-American ask for?
There is also something especially appropriate about celebrating history through food.
Food travels with people. When Filipinos immigrated to America, they didn't leave their kitchens behind. They brought recipes, flavors and memories with them. Filipino food became one of the ways subsequent generations could remain connected to their heritage.
FANHS has even highlighted the important historical role of Filipino cooking, agriculture and food-service workers in the United States.
So our October 7 meal at THD is more than just lunch. It is a little edible history lesson.
From My Filipino Childhood to My American Life
My own Filipino-American story has many chapters.
I left the Philippines as a young man to pursue graduate education in America. I earned my Ph.D. in Pharmaceutical Chemistry at the University of Illinois Medical Center in Chicago.
I eventually worked in industry and later spent many years with the U.S. Food and Drug Administration, where I retired after a long career in pharmaceutical chemistry.
My wife Macrine and I built our married life in America while maintaining our love for the Philippines. We raised our family, watched our children grow, and eventually became grandparents and great-grandparents.
But America never erased the Philippines from our lives.
Our family traveled to Marinduque. We participated in medical missions. We cooked Filipino food. We spoke Filipino languages at home. We danced Filipino and American dances. We maintained friendships with Filipinos and Filipino Americans.
And I continued writing about the Philippines. In fact, many of my blog posts are really my attempt to preserve pieces of that Filipino-American journey.
Filipino-American History Is Also Family History
The official 2026 theme for Filipino-American History Month is "Beyond the Margins: Centering Intersectional Filipino American Histories." FANHS describes the theme as an effort to bring attention to Filipino-American stories and experiences that have sometimes been overlooked or underrepresented in traditional historical narratives.
That theme makes me think about something I have learned at 91:
History is not only made by presidents, generals and famous people.
History is also made by ordinary families. It is made by the Filipino nurse who works the night shift.
The farmworker who helped harvest California crops. The sailor who served in the U.S. Navy.
The teacher who educates American children. The scientist working in a laboratory.
The restaurant worker preparing Filipino food.
The immigrant mother raising children while trying to preserve her language and traditions.
And the 91-year-old Filipino-American blogger living in a senior community in Walnut Creek who still wants to tell his stories!
Each of us carries a small piece of history.
Filipino-American History Comes to THD
That is why I am happy to bring these objects to our little corner of THD.
I have lived here for several years now. I have discovered that a senior community can become much more than a place where older people live.
It can become a community where we share our stories.
At THD we have residents with fascinating backgrounds, people who have been scientists, engineers, physicians, nurses, teachers, business people, artists and professionals in many fields.
We have lived through different eras and come from different backgrounds.
So perhaps my three wood carvings and jeepney collection can start a conversation.
Someone may look at them and ask: "David, what are those?"
And I can tell them: "They are from the Philippines. Let me tell you a little about where I came from."
That is how history sometimes begins, not in a textbook, but with a conversation between two people.
My Ancestry Is Part of My Legacy
As I have written before, I have become increasingly interested in my Filipino ancestry and the stories behind the family names and places that came before me.
At 91, I have discovered that ancestry is not simply about looking backward.
It is about understanding who we are today.
The Philippines gave me my first language, my childhood memories, my education, my values and my sense of family.
America gave me opportunities to pursue higher education, build a scientific career, raise a family and eventually become a writer.
I am grateful for both. I don't see my Filipino heritage and my American identity as competing identities.
They are two parts of the same life. I am Filipino. I am American. I am Filipino- American.
And after 91 years, I am finally beginning to appreciate just how beautiful that combination can be.
A Small Celebration, A Large History
Our THD Filipino-American History Month celebration will be small.
A few wood carvings. Some jeepney art. A Filipino meal.
Perhaps a few conversations around the dining table.
But sometimes small things carry big meanings.
Those three wooden figures that I bought years ago without really knowing why may have been waiting for this moment.
They now remind me of my Filipino ancestors.
The jeepneys remind me of Filipino creativity.
The food will remind me of home.
And sharing these things with my fellow THD residents allows me to share a little piece of the Philippines with the community that has become my home in America.
At 91, I have learned that a legacy does not always have to be something grand.
Sometimes a legacy is simply telling your story while you still can.
And perhaps that is what Filipino-American History Month means to me.
Remember where you came from. Appreciate where you are.
And leave a little of your story behind for those who come after you.
















