Come around and discover the Museo De Medellin

Hello, hivers. This is TravelJ once again. In this blog, I'm going to take you to the local museum which is called Museo de Medellin. And share with you the photos I took which consist of some interesting things in the past.

I have been admiring the museum for how many years. Ever since, I have been studying in the Municipality of Medellin, which is estimated to be 30 minutes away from our home. I have always passed by this ancestral house, and yet it is always close, which keeps me wondering more about how to get there because of my curiosity.

A little trivia about the museum This museum is the former residence of a former mayor of the municipality, the late Mayor Victor Tumulak. This house is named Tumulak Ancestral House and was built in the early 1900s.
In the following years, this house also became a school named Holy Name School. The second floor of the house became the community sewing place, "Tahianan.”
The house and lot are owned by the family of former Mayor Manreza P. Lim, whereas the Lim family and the Municipality of Medellin collaborated to renovate the house and make it a museum.
The museum shows a glimpse of the interior of old Philippine houses. Which showcases things way back in the past that are way older than us.

Me and my friends were buying essentials at the nearest supermarket when we happened to pass by the museum. We left by the bus and noticed that it was open to kill the time we had to check the museum. Out of curiosity, we came close and found a person who was the caretaker. We ask for permission if we can get inside and take a look at those artifacts. She has agreed, and we need to write our name in the login book of the museum, which is covered in coconut ginit; the coconut palms have been wrapped through the brown fiber of the coconut.

As we explored the place, I was amazed by the things that I saw. Medellin is known as the municipality of sugar cane fields. This is the reason why we saw an old sugar cane machinery on the ground floor. If I'm not mistaken, it was used to extract the juice to make sugar. Along with it are the vintage musical instruments hanging on the wall of the museum.

In the other side of the museum, we saw bullets that were found in the Tangke De Gera, a battle vehicle used in World War II. The Tangke De Gera was placed on the dockside, where it was found, and later transferred to the back of the municipality sports complex. We have also seen the artifacts and old, faded, and rusty ballot boxes.

We have also seen old books and religious relics like “anito.” We have also seen an old telephone, a certificate of recognition, and a fisherman's boat. After seeing the ground floor, it was time for the caretaker would clean the upper floor. She invited us with her because the upper floor is so dark that you can see the dullness of the place. Before we got to the floor, she said that we had to ask permission first. Please allow us to enter, or somehow, like those famous superstitious beliefs in our country, “tabi tabi po.” The stairs are so slippery and beautiful, and the wooden stairs sparkle; they're elegant, and you get to imagine that the owner of the house used to use them. As we got to the floor, we were greeted with silence and pure darkness. We can feel the uneasiness of our actions, and upon stepping foot, the caretaker opens the wooden window first because the sunlight is what we need to make us feel the warmth of the reality that maybe the horrifying things we have felt are only in our imagination. We can hear the sound of people outside and the noise of vehicles.

We first saw the dining table at the center of the area, which was a reminder that the things inside are just for the eyes.
The table also has artificial fruits and wooden kitchen items.

An ancestral house would not be completed if there were no rocking chairs. We have also seen the traditional clothes ironed. There's antique furniture that has religious symbols of faith as well as statues. On the wall, you can see the photos hanging. Those photos played a significant role in the society of Medellin in the past. Photos of the former mayors and a family photo as well. Upon seeing the photos, I feel scared for the reason that it is like someone is watching me when I watch the photos, especially when I feel creeped out when I stare into their eyes. To think that the people in the photos are already gone in this world.

The upper floor consists of two rooms: the left room is a storage room, and the right room is typical in the house. However, the feeling when we step inside the room is very creepy and weird because I could picture the room in those Philippine movies. It is special that there is a hanging black scarf and an old cabinet, and the bed is metal like those ancient hospital beds. As I remember, I took photos of the room in a faster way because of the uneasy feelings. As I check the photo, there's none. I just think that maybe I tapped the wrong button. Hence, we feel that it is already late, and maybe the other bus is just near. We have decided to go out and say goodbye and thank the care. Outside, we bumped into an old guy who brought a candle. We didn't mind, but the next day we passed again, and we saw a lit candle in the doorway. Our experience may have been horrifying, but I am still glad I got the chance to see those things that are important in the history of the municipality. The Museo de Medellin is the first museum I have been to.

The museums are open every Monday to Friday from 8:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m..If you are interested, the rate of exploring the Museo only depends on how many people are in your group, and if the museum is close, you can just go to the Municipal Hall to approach. This information is based on what the caretaker shared with us. We may be living in a new generation, but there are plenty of interesting things to look back on.

Hivers, thank you so much for reading this blog. I hope I didn't scare you all. Always think that museums are the most interesting places that exist in this generation, where a single place holds a thousand memories and stories.

Adios Hivers!