GOOD-BYE 2011!

December 24, 2011

ELSIE’S YEAR END LETTER 2011

Normally, I leave the making of the Year End Letter to Ralph. But as I was clearing out my pictures, I thought, maybe I should write out my own. This year has been very exciting for me. I was able to do the following:

1. Organize the Senior Citizens of Barangay Laging Handa. I was able to get the Securities and Exchange Commission (SEC) Certificate for our group. We have more than 150 members. The treasurer said, “We have been trying to organize for so long. It was only you who was able to push this to reality.” We had an election of Officers, and we were sworn in by Bong Suntay, Counselor for the Fourth District of Quezon City. I posted all over the Barangay, crazy tarpaulins where where Ralph’s secretary superimposed the faces of our Officers with bodies of the Super Heroes. One such sample is shown below. Do you recognize me? I am the one on the right with the flying pony tail!

The Old Seniors with their New Bodies

The Seniors were thrilled to no end. They asked me to make placemats of these crazy pictures and showed it to all their friends — church community and family. A true conversation piece!

Our Guest Spearker, Bong Suntay

At the back of Counselor Bong Suntay, there is another tarpaulin. I am the one with the body of Wonder Woman. I just loved it!

2. In March, our St. Joseph’s College High School class celebrated their 50th Golden Jubilee. Ours was the biggest class to attend, and we had everyone ( I think we were 30 all in all) on the stage dancing the “Waka-waka”. It is still on You Tube, “SJC ’61 Golden Jubilee”. Many of our classmates came for the occasion—Lina Javier from Australia, and many others, from the USA and Canada. I have as the picture here, Biruth with Lorina and Amel.

Glamorous Biruth with Lorina and Amel


We hadn’t seen Biruth since she left for the States after graduation. Since she was the Sales Representative for Asia for Revlon, she metarmophosed into the glamour gal we never knew was in her. We were thrilled to see everyone for the Golden Jubilee. Lina Javier, who was a member of the Filipiniana Dance Troupe of FEU, spiced up our dance with innovations of her own. She flew in just a few days before the reunion, and boy, she really inspired us to do much better than what we were doing!

3. We had several balikbayans during the year. My siblings came in May. Sister Nini celebrated her 60th birthday and all the members of her family came to be with her. In July, sister-in-law Baby came with her children Liza and Erwin, with their children. The photo here shows Nini with her husband at the Anvaya Cove clubhouse.

Sister Nini and husband Eldon, looking very touristy

4. At the beginning of August, I managed to slip into my busy schedule, a trip to visit my American grandson Rogan in Denver. (All the other grandsons are Irish.) My ideal grandma was Mary Racelis Hollensteiner, from Ateneo and UNICEF, who writes us every year, saying that she is always around her grandchildren for their important milestones– birth, Holy Communions, graduations, weddings. I tried to do this, but my pockets were never deep enough to afford a plane ticket whenever important events took place. The free ticket that I got from using my credit card was from BPI Mabuhay Miles. It went to Las Vegas. Then another free ticket I used was from Delta Airlines, to connect Las Vegas to Denver. It was my first time to see Las Vegas. I met Elvis and Michael Jackson (impersonators) in Las Vegas. Daughter Elena and her husband brought me to celebrity Chef Mario Battali’s restaurant and together, we watched the show of a Beattles’ “Love” as interpreted by the Cirque de Soliel. In Denver, I met other children Regina and Laurie, and of course, the object of this trip, five year old Rogan. Photo shows Rogan with me.

5-year old Rogan and his Granny

5. At the end of August, I brought a hugely excited group of my staff to Hongkong. HSBC offered one free ticket to Hongkong if you had five charge slips of over P10,000 worth of goods and services. We were a party of seven. Try to multiply that with P50,000 worth of purchases each. It was very exciting to go, but paying for all those purchases and paying for Hotel accommodations really burned a hole in my pocket. I heard HSBC also got burned paying for those Cathay Pacific tickets worth P9,000 each just for P50,000 worth of purchases. But all my purchases at that time were with HSBC. And the staff that I brought—they will forever have the experience of being in Hongkong engraved in their minds. The staff here has their photo under the Hongkong Disneyland sign.

Hongkong, we are here!!!

6. By the end of November, I had the Gonzalez Doble Zeta Reunion on my plate. We held it at the Philippine School of Interior Design owned by Charo Concio Yujuico. Her grandfather, Dr. Virgilio Gonzalez, was one of ten brothers. Our family numbers over 2,500. We targeted 150, and 200 came, even after we closed our doors one week before the event. That was a mistake because the food was overflowing, and there was enough space and seats for 300. There is a You Tube video of the event entitled “Gonzalez Reunion” and “Reunion 2011”. For this article, I chose my photo with Vicky Belo and our host, Charo Cancio Yujuico. Vicky is currently the most popular among the present-day Gonzalezes.

Vicky Belo, husband Atom Henares, Charo and myself

7. The most important thing this year was the construction of our house in Anvaya Cove, Bataan. We broke ground on May 18, 2011. We bought the land in April 2010 when I needed a distraction to Ralph’s preoccupation with the Barangay. We needed to house our workers, so when we saw a lot not too far from Anvaya, we bought it. It was a Mango farm. In Ralph’s Year End letter of 2010, he states that we hope to spend the New Year 2012 in the house. But Ayala is very strict with its Deed of Restrictions, etc., that hopefully, after Ralph’s 73rd birthday, we can have clearance to enter the house. Right now, we are doing the finishing touches, and will start buying furniture when 2012 opens. Sorry, you will have to wait until the house is finished before I post a picture…

8. The Floods. We suffered from the October flood in our house in San Luis, Pampanga.

old house ripped apart by the storm

This is the house in front of our mulahan, or yard for fruit trees. The strength of the storm ripped the front and sides of the house apart. Every year, the water seems to go higher. This year, it was ten feet in our yard. Fortunately, our caretaker, JP, has seen so many floods, he had put all the furniture from the lower level to the second floor. It also helps that no one lives in the ancestral house. But Bessie, my cousin’s wife who lives in San Luis, suffered trauma from the flood. She almost drowned trying to wade through the water. Of course, it is not as bad as the floods in Iligan and Cagayan de Oro. Those ones really wiped out whole families and spared no big houses. It is really the wrath of God for man’s destroying his environment. For Greed!

I can see that the year 2012 will be more quiet for me when we move to Anvaya. Can you imagine, being in a neighborhood where there are only two other families residing there?

But I’m always open to adventure– new places, new friends. Meanwhile, let me say good-bye to 2011, and thank the Lord for all the blessings I received during the year. Blessings like good health to have done what I did….

MY TWO GRANDMOTHERS

September 12, 2011

Yesterday was Grandparents’ Day. I never met either of my Grandfathers. They were both dead by the time I was born. But I was lucky to have the love of my two Grandmothers, Impung Lori on my father’s side, and Mama Lola Tinang on my mother’s side. This blog is about them.

IMPUNG LORI

Impung Lori

Impung Lori was already 77 years old when I was born. She looked exactly like this picture as I remember her. She wore an embroidered cotton chemise under the thin blouse made of pineapple fiber. Then she had this billowy skirt where she had a pocket with a few coins to give to us urchins whenever we went to her room to ask money to buy some goodies for snacks. All my cousins knew I was her favorite, so I would be tasked to ask money from her. Many times she would be asleep in her bed. She hardly left her room, except for rare times when they would bring her out of the house to get some sun. It would take a lot of courage for me to rouse her from her sleep. But since our need for that snack was very great, I would summon all my nerve to nudge her and whisper to her to wake up. She never lost her temper at us for waking her up. If I asked for 5 centavos, she would pull out 15 centavos. How could 5 centavos feed around 5 of us kids, all under 6 years of age?

Impung Lori was the sister of two brothers who became Mayors of the small town where I grew up. She had another sister, Francisca. Mariano, her elder brother, was feared by many. He was known to have saved the centuries-old Church from being burned by the rebels who were fighting Spain. Her brother Felipe’s picture still hangs in the Municipal Hall to this day. He was an elected Mayor, not like his brother Mariano, who was just a leader. Felipe remained single until he died. From Felipe came a lot of the agricultural land that was distributed to his siblings and their children.

Lori married when she was 40 years old. When my father, the younger of her two children, was nine years old, Lori’s husband, Cenon, died. Lori herself died when I was in Grade 2. I will never forget the day when they distributed black veils to cover the women’s heads to allow them to grieve in private. I was given my own “manto” to cover myself. It made me feel so grown-up. The younger children were not given “mantos” like me.

I never saw Lori manage her rice and sugar lands. They were a few kilometers from town, along the main road. When my father was small, Lori would often go to her sugar mill to process the sugar harvest. From the list where all landowners were compelled to list their agricultural lands, Lori’s lands numbered around 200 hectares. These were surrendered to the Farmers who tilled them, in the name of Martial Law.

While I was growing up, I would often be sent to entertain Impung Lori. She would have spells of “nervios“, specially when my mother and father were having their quarrels early in their marriage. My mother would often run to Impung Lori to complain about my father. The object of their quarrels was mostly his playing mahjongg with his friends. Impung Lori would pretend to sympathize with her, but she was heard to say after my mother had left, “If I had the money, I would give my son some money to play.” Her two children were her most precious jewels.

She also suffered from nerves when my father was sent by the Philippine government to take further studies in Medicine. To distract her from her fears, I would regale her with stories of how well I was doing in school. That was an assignment that I took seriously. Fortunately, I was at the top of my class, at six years old! Even after Impung Lori was gone, I assumed that many old people needed to be entertained. So I tried as much as possible to visit them during my spare time. And to immortalize my love for Impung Lori, I named one daughter after her, and a whole building after her.

MAMA LOLA

Mama Lola

Mama Lola was 62 years old when I was born. She was different from Impung Lori. Mama Lola did things around the house. She cooked (none of her two daughters cooked!). She wove for me a small blue bag made from one-inch ribbons. This I brought to school as my school bag. Mama Lola died when she was 110 years old. But I never heard her raise her voice. She always kept her cool, in spite of the problems she had with her favorite son. Understandably, her son had gotten married, and had a growing family. So he wanted to have his share of the Estate of his father and his brother who died during the war from consumption. During those days, you never asked for your share of the Estate if one of your parents was still alive. But necessity drove my Uncle to go to Court to force his mother and his sisters to decide on the division of property.

Those were difficult years for me and the family. Everyone was stressed out. But you never heard anyone have what the young kids call now, “a blowup”. People talked in whispers. I heard Mama Lola curse, “sin verguenza!” under her breath. This meant, “without shame”. Mama Lola developed a life-threatening heart problem, so the Doctor recommended the sisters accede to the brother’s demands, for peace. Within two years, a settlement was reached. The brother, being the eldest son, received the best agricultural lands, the prized apartment in what was the best location in Manila, Malate. There was peace on the surface, but relations among the siblings were never the same. Then Martial Law took all the lands away from all the Landowners including the siblings, and it was everyone for himself.

I spent many decades with Mama Lola. In the afternoons, I would take a portion of her bed and fall asleep. Then she could not sleep anymore. She would pound on her pestle to make “nga nga” as I slept. This sound exists even in the mind of one of my daughters, Lori. Lori thought that the nga nga was the elixir of youth of Mama Lola, the reason why Mama Lola kept death at bay. Pound, pound, pound, she would go the whole day and night. After Mama Lola’s death, the smell of her nga nga pervaded the garden. She planted a vine there so she would never run out of the nga nga leaf. Mama Lola is still with me until this day.

I think of both my grandmothers on Grandparents Day, and wish them well in the other side of the world…….

HONGKONG ADVENTURE

September 11, 2011

The whole adventure started in May, when Hongkong Shanghai Bank Credit cards issued a statement that, with five charge slips of at least P10,000 each, Cathay Pacific will give free ticket for one round trip to Hongkong. I decided to bring the two accountants (Nancy and Ana), Nelly (laundry woman), Fely (cook) and Lety, my adopted sister who is now 70 years old, and who has never been in an airplane, tickets to Hongkong with this Promo. From Day One when I told them of my decision, their whole hearts and minds were geared toward this goal: The Great Hongkong Adventure!!!

A. Getting Ready

1. Getting a Passport. That was the first hurdle. It took one month to get an appointment with the Department of Foreign Affairs, and another month for the DFA to release the passport. We were running out of time. There were all the requirements: birth certificate, marriage certificate, government IDs. The biggest problem was Lety, who only had a “Unknown” for her father and mother written in her marriage certificate. She didn’t have a birth certificate. But she staked out at the NSO (National Statistics Office) and the DFA (Foreign Affairs), until they told her how to get a passport. The NSO said that all she needed to do was to have Government IDs that stated her married name. She had to choose who will be her father, so she chose Coyang Dulcing Franco and Dang Floring as her parents. Coyang Dulcing is almost her age, but she has always called him “Tatang”, and Dang Floring was an old maid, never married, never been kissed, and too old for her to have borne Letty.

2. By August, all the passports were in. The next step was to get money to spend in Hongkong. Everyone in the office borrowed from the Social Security System, except for Lety, who expected Mel and me to give her some money.

3. Makeover. Each one of them went through a make over. Lety used my expensive blouse that I brought to Japan, and my Louis Vitton bag, Mom’s fake diamond-encrusted watch, my pearl earrings and my pearl ring for a total makeover. Fely had her hair curled, and everyone including me, had a manicure and pedicure.

B. AT THE AIRPORT

Thank God that I was with the girls at the airport, because the immigration people were not convinced that they were not planning to escape in Hongkong. So all of them joined my line, and I told the Immigration Officer that, yes, this was an Office Party, and we were going home together.

C. IN HONGKONG

Hongkong, Here We Come!

Ralph bought us matching hats so we could look like a Tour Group. You could tell that we had metarmophosed from ordinary people to tourists!

At the Hotel

1. Simple Instructions

We reached the Hotel by midnight, so I felt very tired. We were met by Jeanggay, Ralph’s former secretary, who was now based in Hongkong. I told her to run after Fely and Nelly to teach them how to get into their room and to slide their Entry Card into the slot so they will have power in their room.

Jeanggay did not think it was necessary to tell them how to operate the elevator. The next day, when I was going up to have my breakfast, when the door opened, Fely and Nely were inside the elevator.

“Why are you in the elevator?” I asked them. They were on the 14th floor and the dining room was on the 19th floor. I was on the fifth, which meant that they had gone down instead of going out on the 19th floor.

“We were the first to go in, and others came in the elevator. So they squished us inside the elevator. Before we could go out, the elevator had closed. The next thing we knew, the elevator had gone down, and you had opened the door.”

2. Security Fears. Nely was afraid of the security of her room. She said she was used to have THREE barrel bolts in her room. She was afraid someone might go in their room. She groped in the dark, even lifting the Room Entry Card. So their room was in total darkness. “Hay! mali!” (wrong move). So she put the Room Entry Card back in its place.

3. Cook Fely’s dream — to sample Cantonese food. Since this was the request of Cook Fely, I brought them to the most recommended restaurant by “Guide to the Lonely Planet”– Maxim’s. It looked like they didn’t enjoy the food, because they were served chopsticks. Or were they worried that this restaurant was too expensive, and they really didn’t want me to spend so much.

One of the group’s biggest concern was that they didn’t know how to use chopsticks. Here is Lety struggling with her chopsticks at The Maxim’s. You gotta hand it to Lety. She never let a small detail like not knowing how to use a chopsticks bother her. She just poked one stick into the food, and let the other stick assist bringing the food into her mouth. I was glad they were able to go into Maxim’s because that was their first and last meal outside the Hotel. Thank God, the Hotel gave a free breakfast, otherwise, they would have subsisted on the noodles they brought with them so they could save on spending for food.

SIGHTSEEING

Jeanggay was a good sport. She brought us all over Hongkong. We rode the tram, we rode the double-decker bus, the MTR (metro subway), the ferry.

Posing at the Avenue of the Stars

Hongkong at Night

The Sampan Boat looked too ritzy to be a Sampan Boat

We went all over the place. We posed at the Avenue of the Stars. We went to Hongkong Central to check out the bargains of the “alley-alley” where small shops like the ones back home sold cheap stuff. We went to the City Hall area where we saw all the thousands of Filipino maids on their day off (Sunday), playing their card games and eating their home-cooked Pinoy food, while sitting under the trees, on used carton boxes. We also watched the “Symphony of the Lights”, where all buildings by the Bay switch on their lights, and the lights open and close according to the music being played. We also went to the quiet side of Hongkong, up midway to Victoria Peak, to see some greenery amidst the skyscrapers. I was pretty happy to see so much of Hongkong in such a very little time.

HONGKONG DISNEYLAND

Finally, we were there– in Disneyland! That was the culmination of their dream. Nelly, our laundry woman, confessed that, her one dream, should she win the Lottery, was to go to Hongkong Disneyland. The only guy in our party, Art, who was the husband of Ana, said that, this trip was so special to him because, he never dreamt that he would be able to step into the shores of another country.

Disneyland, at last!

In the Disneyland Park, I was able to watch two shows, “The Great Mickeys” and the “Lion King.” I was thinking while watching the shows, that all the money I had spent on this trip was worth it, just by the two shows alone. I was able to take two rides. At the Astro Blaster, I knew this was for a child who wanted to shoot at space targets. At the Space Mountain ride, I was glad to have survived the sharp turns and roller coaster ride.

During lunch, I decided to sample more dimsum at the Disney Maxim’s Restaurant.

Animal dimsum

Bunny dimsum

Mouse dimsum

By this time, my companions had disappeared, doing their own thing. So I happily enjoyed myself. I had been to the Anaheim Disneyland, in my past life. It was in 1974 when I was in the USA Disneyland. What I missed most was the weather!!! For some strange reason, I couldn’t connect Disneyland to sweltering heat! It was just like going to a local Resort with Disney characters. I also missed the night parade where the Disney characters were all lighted up — their hair, their clothes– in tiny lights.

END OF THE HONGKONG ADVENTURE

Before we left, the girls made sure that they bring a bit of Hongkong back with them. They wanted to make sure that their families also shared in this once-in-a-lifetime experience by bringing home the veritable “pasalubongs”. I am sure that, every time they look at those stuffed toys that they brought home, they will remember what it was to feel like a tourist, once in your lifetime!

Bringing Home a Bit of Hongkong

HURRAH FOR THE GOLDEN GIRLS OF 1961

March 28, 2011

Hurray for the Golden Girls of 1961!

We met again after having lived separate lives spanning 50 years. We went from carefree, innocent children, to insecure, though attractive, teenagers. Then we married, had children. Some pursued careers, others became housewives, and still others combined both. Some had happy marriages, a few marriages failed. Those who had the courage (and money!) to leave their failed marriage, packed up and lead separate lives. Others stayed on, bearing each hurt as it was given. The children grew up, left the home. Some of our classmates died, some of their husbands died, and more painfully, some of the children of our classmates died.

A big number of our classmates left the Philippines to start lives in another country, another culture. Raising children in a different environment while trying to hold on to our old world values proved to be very difficult. But both parents and children survived the tumultuous game of tug of war.

The economic and political conditions had their effects on our lives. The children of hacienderos who led comfortable lives suddenly saw their fortunes collapse with Martial Law.
Children of businessmen also suffered as their finances hit rock bottom when their parents died without passing to them the reins of the business.

You can tell from the faces those who had good lives and those who had bad. You could feel their hands if they were calloused from hard work, or if these hands never touched a rag in their lives.

But we survived. We didn’t have a single case of suicide among our classmates. We didn’t have a case of spouse brutality, or worse, death at the hands of a spouse. Hurrah for the Golden Girls of HS ’61!

The prettier girls married successful men, and they came with their expensive cars to our lunches.

ELEMENTARY AND HIGH SCHOOL MEMORIES

March 4, 2011

This March, we celebrate our Golden Jubilee, fifty years from graduation from St. Joseph’s College. St. Joseph’s College is located in the former España Extension, Quezon City. There were many schools I would have gone to, but my mother chose St. Joseph’s because her first cousins, Sister Mansueta and Sister Caritas were there. It was an exclusive school for girls. It held its own against the prime exclusive schools in the area — Maryknoll, St. Theresa’s College, St. Paul’s College and St. Mary’s College.

DUTCH NUNS IN ST. JOSEPH’S COLLEGE

I was in St. Joseph’s College from Kindergarten to Fourth Year High School, from 1951 to 1961. Like many exclusive girls’ schools, St. Joseph’s College had its share of foreign nuns running the school. St. Joseph’s College had Dutch nuns and a Dutch priest for its rector. St. Scholastica College had German nuns. St. Joseph’s College had Mother Magdala as the Provincial Head and Father Reiner van Glansbeek was the Rector. And because SJC was run by Dutch nuns, there was one year when her then Royal Highness, Princess Beatrix came to visit SJC. She wore this lovely hat with pink roses on it, and wore a matching pink billowy dress, as was the fashion during that time. Since then, she has become the Queen of Netherlands, and I always get mileage from people when I tell them that I had met the Queen Beatrix herself before she got married and before she became Queen.

EARLY YEARS IN ST. JOSEPH’S COLLEGE

I remember I was late in enrolling for the Kindergarten. I think my mother wanted to save money, so she enrolled me three months before class ended. This way, I could still pass the Kindergarten without her spending for the whole year tuition fee. Of course, I could already read and write, but that was not the point. I felt a bit out of place, because friendships had already jelled. I felt like an outsider. Parents never think of the social aspect of their children going to school. What mattered most to them was knowing the rudiments of education and passing the exams .

We lived in the South area, where we now still live. In the beginning, my brother and I used to take the school bus. I remember that one boy tried to kiss me while we were on the bus. (I remember his name, but dare not mention it.) At that point of the kiss, I thought of the movies I used to watch with my mother. I quickly thought of what Greta Garbo would do, in an instance like this. So I gave him a slap. We were in the movies, so to speak.

Later, when we were in Grades, the bus became very tedious to ride, because they were picking up so many students, so we had to be picked up at six o’clock in the morning. We found out about Mr. Paterno’s jeep. I remember Mr. Paterno was such a kind man. I remember he wore eyeglasses. He was very solicitous about our safety.

Then in High School, I became good friends with Alicia B. They were very rich. Her father was the one who constructed all the Housing Projects in Quezon City. They had a car that brought the children to and from school. We just lived a block away, so I finally ended up riding with them.

My father was a doctor at the V Luna General Hospital. He bought a car in 1948, but it was only for his own use. My mother used to walk to Kamuning where she took the De Dios Bus to the University of the East where she taught.

FAVORITE TEACHERS

Kindergarten. Who would not forget Sister Alarda? She was a Dutch nun, and she was in charge of the Kindergarten Department. She was fair skinned, wore eyeglasses, and seemed quick on her heels whenever there was someone needing to be separated from the rest.

There were other nuns later who handled Kindergarten. Some of them were very short, almost midgets. Of course, the short nuns should be assigned to the short people. They wouldn’t command respect from children who were taller than them, would they?

Elementary. I remember Miss Banta more than any other teacher. She seemed very prim and proper. She was very neat, and her pleats were ironed where they should be.

High School. I remember our Biology teacher, and one teacher (Chemistry teacher) who was very strict. She wanted to know who cheated. Maybe she should have asked, “Who didn’t cheat?” When I was a teacher myself, in college, I thought to myself, how could that Teacher have escaped noticing who was cheating and who was not? When you are sitting in front of the students, you can see very clearly what each one is doing. Why didn’t she just put a stop to it? Why should she ask, “Okay, who was cheating? I will give those who cheated a chance to confess.” Was she afraid of us?

In our class, there were just a few girls who were very serious about studying. Amarylis T. Jane Y. I should add more names, maybe, but if I speak for myself, the adolescent hormones within me made Chemistry subject an inconsequential subject matter.

At that time, so long as you did not have a grade of “7”, you would be considered an honor student. At the beginning of the year, there would be less people who would go up the stage because more people had grades with “7”. Toward the end of the year, the stage would almost be crowded with more students NOT having grades of “7”, so they would be in the honor roll. For myself, I only two times when I experienced having a grade of “7”—Religion and Pilipino. Miss De Guzman was aghast at my Tagalog. At home, I spoke Capampangan. In school, Tagalog was not allowed to be spoken on campus. The only persons one could speak Tagalog to were the maids, and our maids came from the Visayas.

INCIDENCES WITH TEACHERS

Father Glansbeek. I was very close to Father Glansbeek. He was the Dutch Rector of the St. Joseph’s. I would visit him every recess period and bombard him with my childish chatter. I remember that I was barely higher than his knees as he sat down for breakfast. I think these daily visits to Father Glansbeek improved my English. Later, people would never detect my regional accent. I also became very confident of myself. So much so, that when Father G was assigned to direct a stage play, I was foremost in his short list. I was nine (9) years old when I first appeared on stage. There were three-in-one-act plays, and I was one of the girls to be eaten by an Ogre. When I was ten years old, I took on a bigger role, that of Anne of Green Gables. That was the biggest role I had in my whole acting career. It was downhill from then.

When Miss Isabel Diaz and Miss Amador took over, they had to tolerate me because Father Glansbeek was still half-in-charge and I was his protege. But they didn’t like me. There were other girls who were more pretty . Annamarie G, for one. Sure, so-and-so was talented, and can do even male roles. But in the field of art, beauty is foremost. Looking back, I agree with Miss Amador. I would also take someone better looking than bespectacled Eloisa F. Specially when I would lose my voice the night of the General Rehearsal and throughout the whole presentation.

EMBARASSING INCIDENTS WITH TEACHERS

What was embarrassing about Father Glansbeek was when there was no Biology teacher, and he was asked to pitch in. The subject for those two days that he taught was Sexuality and the Reproductive System. It was so embarrassing to listen to a MAN talk about the female reproductive organs, and how fertilization occurs. Maybe Father G wasn’t as embarrassed as I was, but I felt foreign to him at that point.

HAPPY INCIDENTS

What more fun times than to go out on an outing with classmates? We did this two times. One was when our class sold the most number of tickets in the Play/Fundraising. We went to Baguio as a class. We stayed at the Patria Inn. That was my first time to experience sharing a room with twenty other girls in double deckers lined up one after another. It was fun eating cafeteria style. We visited the Franciscan house near the Mansion House where the nuns lived. The only bad thing was that some of us suffered from diahrrea at the end of the outing. But it was memorable.

The other outing that I remembered was when we were in High School. We also won the prize of having the highest sales of tickets. We went to Corregidor in the flashy new hydrofoil. I remember that Alicia’s mother decided to let me wear some nice clothes. They were white pants with a nice silk shirt with pastel prints. My parents were so busy with their careers, they never bought us more than they thought was what was needed. Alicia’s mother must have noticed that I only had one decent gray semi-denim pants with a checkered red-and-white blouse. But they didn’t let me keep the suit that I wore. After the outing, I dressed back to my denim pants and checkered blouse. Maybe they didn’t want to hurt my mother’s feelings. Alicia’s mother also gave me three pairs of shoes that she bought with me from Marikina. My mother, rest her soul, always bought me shoes that were one inch bigger than my feet. Because of the large shoes, I always tripped. I even used a crutch to help me walk with my sprain.

STARTING A BUSINESS WHILE IN SCHOOL

My Grand-aunt lived at the corner close to our house. She had a big house that raised roses in her garden. While we were in high school, there were school “crushes”, where, instead of boys, the objects of affection would be girls who exhibited a bit of masculinity. I decided to buy roses from my grand-aunt’s house, then sell them to classmates who wanted to give roses, either to teachers or to their “crushes”. It clicked right away. Soon I was buying roses every day before going to school, and selling them at school. I made 300% profit. This venture must have laid the basis of my business acumen—to see where there is a need, and to fill the need.

VALUES LEARNED AT SJC

I used to think that my case is a special case. Being on stage almost all the years that I was in St. Joseph’s gave me a lot of self confidence. From my experiences with the theater in St. Joseph’s, I learned how to do my own stage presentations. I produced and managed cultural shows where I lived –in Kenya, South Korea and South Africa.

RELIGION AS AN EVERYDAY SUBJECT

Religion was ingrained in me at St. Joseph’s. I memorized the prayers for the whole Mass and its songs. So, I supported the church in Malaysia where Catholics are a minority. I helped the Church handle the Catechism classes for the parishioners. I did the piano accompaniments for Masses in all the countries where I saw that they needed a pianist to plan the songs and execute them.

It would be hard to pinpoint exactly what values I learned from St. Joseph’s College. But these years in St. Joseph’s were my formative years. I am sure the values I hold even to this day were values I inculcated while at St. Joseph’s.

FRIENDS

The one who stands out when you ask about “best friend” would be Brenda B. Everyone wanted to have Brenda as their best friend. Brenda didn’t have a mean bone in her body. She always agreed with most of the opinions I wanted her to evaluate. Brenda was very studious. She was always ready with her school work. It was easy to become her close friend because she lived just a few blocks from my house.

The other good friends that I had, who are still close to me until now, are Lorina Z, Agnes T, Lina J, Conchita S, Amaryllis T, Cecilia P, and, of course, Alicia B. Lorina and Lina were my good friends from the start because they were with me from Kindergarten. We were always close in classroom, close in the line, because we shared one common trait – we were short. Agnes and Conchita didn’t enroll at St. Joseph until Grade 4 or thereabouts. Cecilia P was my “bosom friend” from Grade one until she shot up in height. We shared such innocent secrets. We both had such active imagination. Cecilia told me of her “imaginary friend,” Rosa, whom she would conjure at will. I tried to talk to Rosa, but she only appeared to Cecilia. On the other hand, Cecilia remembers that I told her that, when my own grandmother died (when I was Grade 2), she turned into a huge black butterfly and flew into the air. At that time, my father had access to PX goods, so I would bring chocolates – Milky Way, Sneakers and Butterfingers—to school, and Cecilia, Lina and I would happily bite into them.

I want to end this blog with the memory of those chocolate bars melting inside my mouth…..

SENIORS OF BARANGAY CHRISTMAS PARTY

December 27, 2010

This year’s activities of the Senior Citizens’ Association of Laging Handa (SCALA) surpassed everyone’s expectations of what the Seniors can do. Spearheaded by the the first Chairman of SCALA Ding Villa, the association successfully registered at the Securities and Exchange Commission by April 15, 2010. On May 11, 2010, the First Bingo-Lunch-Dance was held at the Eco Park at the La Mesa Dam. It was sponsored by the Barangay Laging Handa and held jointly with the Barangay Annual Staff Outing. Soon after, on July 31, 2010, a Second Bingo-Dinner-Dance affair was held at the Casa Pura, sponsored again by the Barangay and the Kagawad for Senior Affairs, Mrs. Binggay Montilla. This December 10, the group held their Third Bingo-Dinner-Dance at the Barangay Basketball Court. The Bingo started at 4:45 p.m., with many of the Seniors showing up before the published time of 4 p.m.

Shown above is the indefatigable Treasurer, Flory SyChangco with his Reception Committee comprised of SCALA Directors Lydia Alvarez, and Fidel Paat Jr.

The attendance was very good, with over 50 people in attendance. Flory announced that SCALA General Membership was now 143 people, up from the 132 people before the Affair.

Tito Pepe, as former Barangay Chairman, Actor and Bingo Master Pepe Pimentel has always been fondly called, wholeheartedly and cheerfully did the Bingo, as he did with other two Bingo affairs. The crowd enjoyed his popular jokes that went with the Bingo numbers. Here he is happily posing with Cora Guiang, the winner of the P1,000 Dinner Voucher from Alfredo’s Steak and Bar Restaurant.

Pictured to the left were Marilyn and Nick Jorge, Silvino Abacan and Joe Bugayong. Nick Jorge was a famous basketball player during the prime of his youth. Now he runs a basketball school to pass on his skills to the youth! On the right are Chinni Carpio, Dr. Nenita Co, Martha Manzana and their friends.

 

 

 

 

 

Can you see that it was still broad daylight when we started this Affair? Here is Marina and her group that got in early. They were the last to leave, and I know because my last picture was of them leaving with big smiles on their faces and presents in their hands! The other group– “Ninfa and the Dancers”– I call them, they are the ones who bring their own Dance Instructor to make sure that none of them are wall flowers the whole night. These women are very quiet. When you see them walking in the streets on a normal day, they walk slowly with stooped backs. But once they get on the dance floor — all hell breaks loose!


I put this picture in so that I could show how the big the crowd was and the decor the Barangay basketball court had that night. Hey, this just half of the whole crowd! It amazes me no end of how everyone could get so wrapped up with the Bingo game. The bingo players’ eyes are glued to the Bingo card as if their life depended on it. Thank God that this was my third Bingo game for the Seniors, and if you want to be strict about it, the first time I had ever organized activities for the elderly. For the first Bingo game, I got money from some of the directors, and I bought canned goods like sardines, some of which I wouldn’t dare give away any more for the third Bingo night. Since I realized that I had to do most of the solicitation of prizes, I decided to use my skills as a former fund raiser and send letters to all the business establishment in the Barangay.

Pictured left wearing a red dress is the current Chairman of the Senior Association. Her name is Nita Nantes. She is 82 years old, and lives in a group of town homes that she owns. She confessed to me that she built these town homes in 1976 with just a prayer and the backing of the bank who gave her a loan. Nita has been a recipient of “Mother of the Year” for Quezon City and several papal awards for her religious and pious life. One of her six children is a priest. He celebrates Mass in her house every Sunday. But Nita walks slowly to Church every day to hear Mass.

On the right, the group is shown doing a line dancing number. There were not enough dance instructors to go around, and everyone wanted to dance. There were also not enough men to dance with. So– we did a few numbers of line dances.

This lady pictured on the right surprised me with her very dance-ballroom-y dress and her high spiked heels!!! She is the type of “manang” you would never think to be the “belle of the ball”.

The whole night was filled with fun and dancing. The Seniors were extremely delighted with the numerous prizes that I was able to solicit from the many restaurants and establishments that dot the periphery of the Barangay. Most of them were gift vouchers for dinners. They came from the following: Alfredo’s Steak House, Cercchio’s Bar and Restaurant, Chilli’s Mexican Restaurant, Estrel’s Cakes, Jollibee’s Restaurant, Little Asia Restaurant, Max Fried Chicken, Red Crab Seafood Restaurant, Romulo’s Bar & Restaurant, Sushi-ya’s Restaurant, Wheatberry’s Restaurant, Yam Cha’s Restaurant. Non-food prizes came from Urban Escape Spa (body massage), Councilor Marvin Rillo (P5,000); Councilor Raquel Malanguen (a desk fan). Cash gifts came from some of the directors that we used to pay for our expenses.

I made a Newsletter to report on this, and when the Seniors opened the door to receive it, their first question was, “When is the next one?”

PARTY FOR THE BARANGAY STAFF

December 25, 2010

Ralph decided we couldn’t turn our backs on the Street Sweepers, the Segregators of Trash, and the Street Police, not since Ralph just left his work end of November. I looked at the passbook to check how much we could spare to give them. We decided to give those who segregated trash P500 each, the rest P1,000 each.

Then, some people sent presents to Ralph and myself. One person sent a 12-inch ensaymada–“the best in the world”, it said. Then another one sent something still wrapped. I decided, that since the last office party was so happy because of the raffle prizes, I would throw in some raffle presents during the party. Ralph timed the party so we had the trash segregators at 3:30 p.m., the Street Sweepers at 4:30 p.m. and the Barangay Police at 5:30 p.m. We served them sandwiches and iced tea. I looked at my fridge: there was a box of chocolates and a box of chocolate cookies. I threw them into my pile of raffle prizes, together with the huge ensaymada. Then I sent Tony to buy more prizes from the grocery store.

I was looking at my cache of pictures. None for the segregators of trash. They were not a photogenic lot. Skinny, toothless men, who had scrubbed for the party, but who still reminded one of those homeless people in Central Park. Last year, they remembered of the nice meal we served them, and of the prizes they got. One man said he got rice, plastic basins, groceries. I didn’t apologize for this year’s meager meal and hardly any prizes. Later, Ralph told the third group that he was just sharing with them whatever little money he got from his “performance bonus,” (P10T), cash gifts from the Mayor (P5T) and other politicians (P2T). We just wanted to tell them that we appreciated their work for the barangay.

The next group was the Street Sweepers. They all put on their green uniform over their clothes. The shirt said “Bilis Walis”, meaning “Fast Sweepers.” They got the usual sandwiches and tea. They came to sing carols.
The new Barangay Captain brought his guitar to accompany the Street Sweepers. When I saw them sweating, I told them to take off their uniform and just use their street clothes. When it came to the portion where they got their P1,000, each of them hugged and kissed Ralph. This was the group that had the most fun, mostly from giggling from the kiss.

I was able to give away the puzzle mat, the kiddie sofa, and Barbie doll I bought for the accountants’ daughters when they came with their mothers on weekends. many years ago. Tony had already come so we distributed some cans of biscuits and groceries.

The Barangay Police group came last. I don’t really know their official name. I know that they number around 30, 15 on each 12-hour shift. They are trained to patrol the streets. Each of them have walkie-talkies and handcuffs. No guns. There is a “motor patrol” that goes around to go around the barangay streets 24 hours a day. There is a desk officer who controls all their movements. These “police” do not earn minimum wage even if they work hard. But they are happy to do work, in the light of so much unemployment.

We had the same format– serve drinks, then sing some Christmas carols. This is how the camera caught them, singing their carols. Then give them their cash gift. This time, I had more prizes– boxes of biscuits, canned goods.

These staff are not considered “the less fortunate” of society, because they have work that will feed their families. The “waste segregators” are fortunate, because they are able to recycle plastics and iron that cannot be used anymore, and get some money from it. Their income is very little, but they are still more fortunate than those who have nothing at all.

After this year, hopefully, Ralph and I can fade into the sunset and stop these parties. Meanwhile, Ralph has to scrub his face doubly hard, after getting kissed by 24 women.

Merry Christmas 2010!!!

OFFICE CHRISTMAS PARTY 2010

December 24, 2010


The Christmas Tree that Ralph made this year was unusual. It was made of clay pots piled up on top of each other to shape a tree. Last year, Ralph used dried leaves to make up the Christmas tree.

Our tradition for our Christmas Party for the office was to hold it on Mom’s birthday on December 20th, just to honor her for putting up the foundation for the business. On December 29, 2008, Mom was all made up, but I decided she should go to the hospital instead because she started feeling bad. In retrospect, I should have let her enjoy her party and should have brought her to the hospital afterwards. That was the year we had the construction of the Knysna in full swing, so we had 50 workers who had missed lunch, knowing there would be lechon served plus lots of other food. When I got back at 8:30 p.m. from the hospital, the workers had cleaned out all the food, leaving me with just a few bones of the lechon and one piece of cake. Even these items had to be zealously kept by the cook, Fely, for me.

A few weeks after Mom’s birthday, on February 5, 2009, Mom passed on to the afterlife. The Christmas Party of 2009 was held on another day. Since we were faced with the debt over the construction of Knysna, we just gave the compulsory 13th month pay, and that was it! I didn’t offer any additional benefits since I knew the ownership was now a shared one.

In November of 2009, the siblings met again to decide who would own which property. So the incomes went to specific persons, and the expat owners named their company informally as “DONITI”– letters from their names.

This Year’s Party was the happiest Christmas party the Office ever had. There were now several owners of the Company, so there were more donors of gifts. Dra. Grace brought her bag of games. Instead of “pin the tail on the donkey”, we had “pin the nose on the Clown.” She also had “draw your face”. She also brought prizes– snacky foodstuff, mostly. The DONITI authorized the purchase of ham for everyone and some prizes. My Newgrange Condotel started to have guests, so I was able to think, yes, I can afford to donate some prizes, too.

Pictured above are Grace, Ralph and me in front, and the accountants Luz,Cheryl, Anna and Anna at the back. The DONITI execute their wishes via the accountants. Grace is a co-owner of the Agustina, and Ralph has been the “soul behind all the buildings.” He was the one who decided to return to the Philippines to help my ageing Mom and Dad to run the business. He gave up his post as a UN Official to take early retirement. (He was 57 years old then.). When we got back, he nagged me to “maximize the value of the property”. He didn’t stop until I demolished each building one by one and rebuild them into what they are now. When I was done, he would landscape the roof gardens. In San Luis, Pampanga, he commuted almost daily from Manila to oversee the renovation of the San Luis house. If I didn’t want to spend on things he thought were essential — split aircons in every room, a generator to supply electricity–Ralph dove into his pocket to buy it himself. In the Baguio property, Ralph used half of his lump sum retirement pay from the UN to reconstruct the house that he built for his mother. Of course, the original house also came from his funds. But the property is officially the Francos.

We didn’t have lechon this year, because lechon costs P5,000, and you can already have that amount as the budget for lunch for 25 people. Here is Merto and Norlie over the coals, so to speak.

We served the children first to make sure they would be fed, but the men came quickly after the women. We normally station the kitchen staff on one side of the table to make sure no one puts too much on their plate.

The Newgrange roof garden is large enough for a crowd of 100 people. We keep the lights dripping from the covered roof the whole year, so that, they can light up the place at night anytime there is a party.

During the presentation portion, we had the workers doing a cha-cha number and Ralph’s secretaries did their own modern dance.

Below are the Household Staff — Nelly and Fely in front, with Liza, Beth and Veron at the back.

Next to them are the Raffle winners Carla, Monching and Sam.

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The highlight of the evening was when the lights were turned down and all the staff, with candles in their hands, each gave me a rose, as a gesture of thanksgiving, while Sam strum his guitar, singing this song, “Handog” (google “Handog” by “Florante”).

Parang kailan lang
Ang mga pangarap ko’y kay hirap abutin
Dahil sa inyo
Narinig ang isip ko at naintindihan
Kaya’t itong awiting aking inaawit
Nais ko’y kayo ang handugan

Parang kailan lang
Halos ako ay magpalimos sa lansangan
Dahil sa inyo
Ang aking tiyan at ang bulsa’y nagkalaman
Nais ko kayong pasalamatan
Kahit man lang isang awitin

Tatanda at lilipas din ako
Nguni’t mayroong awiting
Iiwanan sa inyong ala-ala
Dahil, minsan, tayo’y nagkasama

Parang kailan lang
Halos ako ay magpalimos sa lansangan
Dahil sa inyo
Ang aking tiyan at ang bulsa’y nagkalaman
Nais ko kayong pasalamatan
Kahit man lang isang awitin

Tatanda at lilipas din ako
Nguni’t mayroong awiting
Iiwanan sa inyong ala-ala
Dahil, minsan, tayo’y nagkasama

The translation goes like this:

It seems like a short while ago, it was difficult to reach my dreams
Because of you, I was able to reach my goal
I would like to show my gratitude even with this song

It seems like a short while ago, I came close to begging in the streets
Because of you, my belly and pockets were filled
Therefore this song that I am singing, I would like to dedicate to you

It seems like it was just a short time ago,
they didn’t like to listen to my songs
Because of you, my thoughts were heard and understood
It is because of this that I count you as my trusted friend.

I will grow old and pass,
But I would like to leave this song in memory of you
Because of the one time we were together….

The staff knew they were saying good-bye to my leadership of the company that I had worked hard to put up in the last twelve years.

Christmas in Baguio 2010

December 24, 2010

Baguio House on Christmas

Ralph and I don’t have children and family in the Philippines, so we give parties to Ralph’s brother, Jerry, in Baguio, to the Office Staff in Manila on Mom’s birthday, December 20th of every year, and to the Ralph’s cousins on both his parents’ sides, in the New Year.

Getting Jose to put up the decor

Most of the time, the house is also decorated by the Housekeeper/cook. This year, Ralph decided what she did wasn’t good enough. So he and Jerry took apart what Vilma did and jointly supervised the putting of the decor.

The family of Jerry has now grown. Raquel married an officer in the military, Jess . He turned 48 on the day of the party. They have two daughters. The eldest one, Sabrina, shocked me when she put in her facebook account, “I’m engaged!” I told this to Jerry, and he said he wasn’t aware that anyone was even courting her. She looked very quiet, and when I met her, there was no indication other than the make up on her face, that she would be seriously considering boys in the present.

Raquel's Family

Next daughter is Aprille. April’s husband is Anton, and they have two children, Anelle and Elvin.

Aprille's Family

Aprille works in the government and her husband Anton is an engineer. Anelle is so lady-like, and her younger brother Elvin is so cute! He makes me miss my own grandsons who are in Dublin and Denver, worlds apart from us.

Ralph and I with Celia's children

Celia is in China, and her husband John-john is working in a mine in the Visayas. So Ralph and I posed with Celia’s children, Trano and Diedre.

Trano gave me a song he composed that night,

This is gonna be a very blue Christmas
without you by my side
My past Christmas was all very white
But this Christmas, I’m not by your side.

I promise you this will never be repeated
You are the light of my Christmas tree
You are the Star that guided the three kings to Bethlehem
All I want is you (2x)

All I want is you this Christmas
You’re all I want
You’re the present that I only wish for
From Santa Claus who will come this midnight.

This year we have missed the Old Ones who have passed away — Ralph’s mother “Lola”, Lola’s sister Auntie Celing, Auntie Celing’s husband Doming, and Lola’s former housekeeper for sixty years, Sabel. Sabel’s son, Noel, who was adopted by Auntie Celing, also joins us every year in our Christmas parties. His children are such lovely children. I’m glad he raised them well.

This year, we have new staff in the house — Vilma Mayot (cook), and Tess, housekeeper. Jose, who has been with us for 12 years, was the one who helped in putting up the decor.

Ralph and Gerry sharing a drink and barbeque

Here are Ralph and Jerry, accompanying Jose do the barbeque at the back of the house, and sharing a joke.

Looking at Raquel and the whole group, I wonder, how did the time go so fast? I have images of Raquel and Reuven up in the guava tree, eating guavas as they went. Now Raquel might be a grandmother in a few years, if what her daughter said was right, that she was “engaged”.

THE WORLD ACCORDING TO LETY

July 12, 2010

This is a report of the conversations I had with Lety on May 22, 2010. I brought her to Baguio, because she had not been there for some time now. Lety was 6 years older than me. She was adopted by Impung Lori, the mother of Papa, Luis. They got her at birth from the Asilio de San Pablo, by the Pasig River. I don’t know why the adopted her. But I remember that when she went to High School, she went to St. Mary’s College in Quezon City. We shared the same room, but we had separate beds. Our room was on the ground floor. Lety was like a sister to me. Since she was older, I listened to her as she told me about life. Again, this time, I listened to her as we talked about the Good Old days.

IMPUNG LORI

Impung Lori loved Letty very much. Whatever Vi bought for her eldest daughter, Mel, Impo bought for Lety. Impo would feed Lety her food. Whenever she found that Lety was given a spanking by Luis, Impo would get sick. One time, for whatever strange reason, Lety needed to get a spanking by Luis. It was a big production. She was brought to the house of Apung Tinang. She was made to bend over a wooden bench. Then she was spanked with a stick. I watched Lety as she was spanked. She was kept in the house of Apung Tinang until there were no more traces of her tears and her sobbing.

Before Impung Lori died, she told Lety, “Remember, I told them to take care of you.” She also had a lot of her clothes remade for Lety, her nice clothes and even her chemises. She also had a black dress made for Lety. “I want to make sure that they allow you to wear black. They might not let your mourn properly with a proper black dress,” Impung Lori told Lety. Elsie didn’t get to wear a black dress. But they gave her a manto, a long black veil that was as long as a shawl, so she could hide her crying underneath the manto.

BAPANG ELY

When Bapang Ely came into the life of Ninang Vi, Ninang Vi was already past her prime. She had spurned a lot of suitors, one of them was a distinguished medical doctor. Was it because she felt it would be a betrayal if she got married to leave her mother? Anyway, when Ely came, men had stopped courting Vi.

“I want you to get married,” Impung Lori told Vi. “You will be lonely if you don’t have children.”

There was nothing outstanding about Ely. He had no job like that doctor who courted Vi. He didn’t hide the fact that he had a child out of wedlock. But he was a landowner, coming from a distinguished family in Arayat. When I once asked him what was his occupation, he answered, “A proprietor.” When I asked further what that word meant, he said, “Someone who owns property”.

Lety remembers that Ely used her to show Vi he would be a good father. He would cradle Lety in his arms, and show affection toward Lety.

Luis, Vi’s brother, asked his sister when she told him of her decision to marry Ely. “It doesn’t bother you that he has had a child by another woman?” She said no.

So the marriage took place in San Luis Church. It bore four children—Emelina, Edelwina, Raul and Cristan.

When Vi married Ely, the wife of Luis, Nena, took Letty when Vi and Ely went on their honeymoon.

Lety has many fond memories of Ely. She remembers that when the harvest was good, the farmers would celebrate with a big party as thanksgiving for the bountiful harvest. Vi and Letty would go to the rice fields and eat there with the farmers. Ely’s harvest was plentiful: his harvest was stacked in haystacks called mandalas lining both sides of the streets, from the Church all the way to the house of Noel, a distance of one kilometer.
Ely had a farm in Baleng Bayu in Sta. Maria. Lety remembers that he would get duck eggs and sacks of rice from this farm. Dang Baring, one of the merchants in San Luis, would exchange 5 salop of palay for 5 balots, or duck eggs. She would also trade half a cavan of palay for 1 plate of lechon. When Lety was with Ely, his farmers would give them 1 to 2 cavans of palay. And they would sell this for five pesos, (P5), a princely sum in those days. One cavan now costs P1,500 ($33) Cristan and Lety enjoyed harvest time. And always, they would give Dang Flor something. Anything that Vi had—food, harvest—she would always share with Dang Flor.

One of the memories I will never forget was Ely’s bringing home two dalags that were so long, they filled the whole basin. These came from Ely’s fishpond in Baleng Bayu. Yes, Ely had a fishpond there.

Ely was a very sociable person. He welcomed any visitor, even if all he could serve was a can of sardines. Ely was also a very good cook. He made everything taste very delicious, even the humblest of dishes.

But Ely was bored with the quiet life in San Luis. When the fiesta came, he and other young men (also married to the stiff upper class women in town who were inevitably related to each other) would line up to dance with the “taxi dancers”, as they called them. You bought a coupon and handed it to the girl with whom you wanted to dance with. The “cabarets” as they called them, were set up at the edge of town, behind the bamboo trees. The naughty young boys would watch through the thicket and report which husband was dancing in the makeshift “cabaret”.

Of course, Vi and Ely had their spats. He liked to occupy himself with mahjongg and card games with the boys. When Ely came home much too late, Vi would be angry already with him. Ely would go to Arayat, his home until Vi cooled down. Letty would pick up Ely when all was clear at the home front. This would take around three days.

COMMERCE IN SAN LUIS

A popular source of income of the women in San Luis was weaving mats. They would harvest leaves of the nipa plant. They would dry them overnight. In the morning, they would let the leaf go through a blade and cut it. Then they would weave the cut nipa into dase, or mats. The action of weaving was called “lala”.

At the back of Perry’s house( who lived next door to our house), several women would gather to weave mats. Apung Kare, the aunt of Ambo Diaz, Apung Pilang, a spinster, and Apung Eclang, would weave the whole week. Then on Tuesday, they would gather all their mats and bring it to Calumpit, the capital of Bulacan, the next-door province. The week of people was punctuated by “Market Days”—Sunday was market day in Arayat, Monday in San Luis, and Tuesday in Calumpit.

Lety would sell pichon, or doves at the Calumpit market. Until Land Reform took away the farmland of the Francos and Alejandrinos, there would always be pupul or harvest, of mango and corn, in addition to rice.

In the house of Clementina, one day a woman came with her daughter, seeking shelter. They lived in the ground floor of the house of Clementina. They were Dang Simang and Ati Maring. During the day, they would have all the women in their company weave mats. I don’t know the circumstances why Ati Maring was able to live in Mama Lola’s house. In those days, no one lived in the ground floor of the houses. People just lived on the top floors. They let their animals stay corralled under their house. The bamboo slats from the second floor went all the way down to the ground below. The animals stayed there, within the perimeters of the bamboo slats.

The house of Mama Lola was initially a “nipa house”, with nipa walls. My mother, Nena, when she saw it the first time said, “How can a Doctor Provincial live in just this nipa hut?” With this, she resolved her house would be better than her Father’s. This was the house that Dr. Fernando built for his retirement. There was a small balcony that jutted out in front. The wood of the balcony was made of wood, not of bamboo. Perry, the boy who lived next door, had bamboo slats. Between the bamboo slats, you could see the animals roaming below.

I don’t remember what the flooring of the ground floor of Mama Lola’s house was. What I remember it was that the ground floor a bit dark because the walls were made of stone or cement and didn’t let the sun come in, unless you had the main door open. And it couldn’t have had a flooring made of soil, because the women always sat on the ground while they were cutting their nipa and weaving their mats.

LIFE DURING THE TIMES OF THE HUKS

The Huks were people who were seeking social reforms. After the Spanish took away the lands, they gave it to local landlords who continued the Spanish system of large ownership of lands and getting the harvest from the ones who tilled in 70-30% shares. The Huks wanted to correct this. The leader of the Hukbalahap movement came from San Luis. He was Luis Taruc.

During the Huk movement, the people from across the river, those from Santa Monica, would evacuate to San Luis. One of those who lived in the Franco “Big House” was the sister of Luis Taruc. Elsie remembers her mother telling her,
“Don’t play with those children, they are children of the Huks.”
So Elsie went to them, saying, “My mother says I can’t play with you. You are children of the Huks”. Then proudly she returned to her mother, saying, ”It’s alright, Mom. I told them I couldn’t play with them because they were children of the Huks.”
Her Mom was aghast. She said, “You told them?”
And Elsie retorted, “Yes, I did.” I think that was the last time her mother ever told Elsie a secret that she wanted to keep as a secret.

Apung Tinang (Mama Lola)’s house was next to the Municipio, the Municipal Building of San Luis. When the police killed a Huk, they would wrap a mat around the dead body and display it in the Municipio. Sometimes, they would throw the Huk into the Pampanga River. When the police fish it, it is bloated and decomposing. They also bring this body to the Municipio.

So Elsie and Dodo always tried to see the bodies of the dead Huks from the balcony of their house.

Some of the people were related or were acquaintance of the Huks. The people with big houses had entre-suelos, which meant flooring under the floors. The bahay na bato (houses whose walls of their ground floor were made of adobe stone) had an elevated second floor, maybe fifteen meters above the ground floor. The ground floor would be where carriages could be parked inside the house. At one side, there was a sort of a mezzanine, the entre-suelos, that were about one meter from the ground. Normally, the entre-suelos had floors made of bamboo slats. Lety said that where there was a raid conducted by the police, the Huks would hide under the kawayan floor of the entre suelo. It was always so dark on the ground floor, you wouldn’t see anyone hiding under the bamboo slats of the entre-suelos.

MURDER AT MIDNIGHT

They say killings of people you don’t know are just statistics. But if it is someone close to you, then it is met with a lot of anguish and shock.

Bapang Piping and Luis were first cousins. Their parents, Lori and Kikang were sisters. Kikang was older than Lori. As such, she inherited the ancestral house of their family. Piping was the most high profile and most successful among his cousins. He worked for the government, the equivalence of the CIA, as – of course, as an informant. He had a service jeep at his command. This was a government issue jeepney, which could be used for his personal and official work.

One night, when Piping, his wife, his eldest daughter, and one neighbor who hitched a ride with them, were coming from the famed “Holiday On Ice”, an annual show held at the Araneta Coliseum in Quezon City, Manila, a good two-hour ride from San Luis,. When their jeepney hit the tallest part of the road, the dike that protected the neighboring towns from the water flooding the San Luis town, a slew of gunshots met this party. Piping was driving the open jeepney, and lost control of the vehicle. The jeepney fell into the lake below. The killers checked the bloodied bodies before disappearing into the night.

Piping’s daughter, Zeny, survived the ambush. She played dead when they looked at her. She waited for the killers to leave. When it appeared that it was all clear for her to go, she ran all the way from the lake to town. She first reached the house of the dentist Jesus. There, she became hysterical.

The brother of Piping, Bernie, was a medical doctor at a government hospital in Laguna, southern Luzon. He was very upset about this murder. The family had not yet finished mourning for the death of their father Apung Ato, and now another death.

Letty and Vi were in Vi’s lands in San Roque, a town across the river closer to Baliuag, when this incident happened. The whole town was in shock. Everyone felt pity for the daughter who survived the ambush. There were other children of Piping who didn’t go to the show. They were orphaned overnight.

The house where Piping lived was the ancestral home of their family. Their most distinguished family member was Felipe Carlos, who became the Mayor of San Luis. Felipe was single and died single. His older brother, Mariano, was considered a “tulisan”, a rebel. How could a tulisan be a brother to the Mayor? The cause of rebellion of Mariano was against the Spanish rule. The other rebels wanted to burn down the church of San Luis, and Mariano is credited to stopping them from doing so. In any case, Mariano lived two houses away from Kikang’s house. Lori had left the house to get married to Cenon. It was normal in Philippine society for the eldest child to inherit the ancestral home. So Kikang inherited the house, and handed it to Piping.

After the burial, the family of Piping left San Luis. His sister Salud took the children to her house in Cubao. Then they all moved to the United States. Eventually, the family of Elena Manankil bought the house from Zeny.

The rumor was that Peping was actually organizing the counterpart of the Huk Movement among the people of San Luis, the Monkeys. The Monkeys were organized to fight the Huks. After Peping died, the Monkeys came into existence. They killed the Huks in broad daylight, in the streets. Fear was sown in San Luis. Who was a Monkey? Who was your unknown enemy?

DANG MERENG AND BAPANG ANDO

Bapang Ando was a cousin of Luis. His wife, Mereng, was a dressmaker. When Mereng’s customers would try on the dresses that Mereng was sewing for them, Ando would peep at them. He was the town’s Peeping Tom. Their son, Milo, was born during the eclipse. This is why they say he was a bit sira ulo. Mereng and Ando lived for a very long time at the ancestral home of Ando’s father. After a while, they moved to a lot adjacent to the “Big House”. Maybe they didn’t have a lot of money to build their own house. But their daughter, Frida, became an Auditor of the Philippine government’s COA. Then she found a job at the United Nations and moved to New York. So she supported her parents until their death.

MEMORIES OF SAN LUIS

San Luis did not have electricity while Letty was growing up. There were just gasoline lamps that lit the house. Each person carried his or her own gas lamp as he went around the house.

The rich families had a gramophone with which to listen to music. There were plakas or black circular disks, on which the music was etched. The gramophone had a needle which read the disks and transmitted the reading to the sound box. Very few people would have the joy of listening to Mario Lanza with his tenor voice wafting through the air. But the air was so still in town, than you could easily share the sounds with the neighbors without having it full blast.

There were already movies when Lety was a little girl. They were showing in San Fernando, the capital of Pampanga. She needed to take a jeepney to go to San Fernando, a ride that took around 30 minutes, not including waiting time for the jeep to fill up. Letty’s best friend was Daisy, the daughter of Liling and Dr. Ibanez. When they went to San Fernando, they would stay there the whole day. They would also have a meal at the only restaurant in town, Everybody’s Café.

Every child is trained to go home before sunset. The Church bells ring at 6:00 p.m. for the Angelus. Every child scampers to his home as soon as the church bells start to peal. Woe to the child who is not home after the bells stop pealing. Usually that meant spanking at the buttocks. There were many sounds of church bells. There is a bell for a baby being born. There is a bell to announce death. There is a bell to announce Mass. Anyway, the bell is the center of life in town. It announces the time, the events, and the end of the day.

DODO

Dodo was a thin boy. He had a chest like a pigeon. He was prone to tuberculosis, and for a while, he did contract it. Letty said that, on days with full moon, when the moon lightens up the whole world, she and Dodo and all the other children, would play patintero. Patintero is a game where there are two groups that play against each other. The object is to go through the lines without being tagged. Those who go through the lines get a point. The ones with the most points are the winners.

written on June 2010