more than thirty five years ago i had an unforgetable experience about ngablak.
i was still very young then.
in 1972 i studied at smp pendowo.
this school was the only smp in ngablak then.
it was a catholic school located eastern of ngablak.
it was not too far from ngablak.
i needed ten or fifteen minute to reach it on foot.
so many students studied there.
the students came from getasan< kopeng, ngablak and pakis.this school had been very successful in educating its students.
so many people graduated from this school had reached their high successful life.
they worked as doctors, government staffm teachers architects, carpenters, businessmen, nurses, soldiers, policemen, etc.
frankly speaking, i was born in a rural village far from ngablak called madyogondo village.
i was born in 1960.
my parents were simple farmers.
they had less than one hectare of farm.
they worked hard every day.
they worked only for their childre, they grew tobacco and vegetables.
they sold their products in the pahing market in ngablak.
my fahter was mr. moh roji. beside being a farmer, he was also a village secretary on commonly called a carik.
although he was not graduated from elementary school, he had a brilliant hope.
he hoped his children might live better in the futures.
he had five children, and i was the first son in my family.
my name was purwadi then.
but now, my name was kanjeng raden tumenggung dwuja tiktoyono purwadi drs.
my father forced me to finish my elementary school.
therefore he sent me to kanisius elementary school in desa selomirah.
it was about ten kilometers from my campong.yhough i was still eight years old then, my father let me go to school alone.
i usually left home for school at six in the morning and arrived at home late in the afternoon.
my father was very hard to me.
he must be very anggry if i did not study.
then my father sent me to a catholic junior high school in ngablak known as smp pendowo.
when i studied in smp, i was known as a diligent student.
i always got the highes rank then. i always got up very early in the morning.
i left home at five in the morning.
we went to school on foot stepping the hills and mountains. i must reached 30 km everyday to and fro.
in studeied in the school for three years.
no student studied with uniform or shoes.
we were in bare feet.
most parents are poor then.
it's said to be a strange is a students came with his or her shoes.
we studied in a classroom made of bamboo.
it was close to the pig cages.
it smelled very bed.
the smell of the pig dirt was the real pafum for the classroom then.
but i did not take care it.
in contrast i thought it to be a real natural spirit.
he he he.
the public transports were still rare.
only some trucks, cars and motorcycles passed along the street.
all pf my teachers came on foot with theeir thick jackets to avoid the cood weather.
only one black white tv all over kecamatan ngablak.
once there was a favourite program on tv then.
t was a boxing competition between muhamad ali anf joe frizer.
all teahers and students left the school and took a walk for about two kilometer just for watching the tv program.
the rechest man in ngablack had a smaal tv then.
and he let us to watched the match.
it was a strange thing to watch tv for the first time.
he he he.
being graduated from the chool with flying colours, my fahter sent me to spg vvan lith in muntilan.
it was a very popular teacher training school.
i must stayed in a dormitory for four years.
the i continued my study in sanata dharma institute in yogyakarta.
and i got my sarjana degree.
i worked as a teacher in kudus city, a small but rich city north semarang.
i also have a side work as a dalang wayang kulit.
my parents also sent my brothers and sisters in universities.
they have worked as teachers, firm directors and farmers.
my parents have died some years ago.
by their spirits and prayers will never die.
thank to god. he had sent us parents like my bapak and simak.
tthank you, matur nuwun bapak simak.
you have been in the heaven happily.