January 26, 2012 at 1:15 pm (2000s Philippines, Angst, Current Events, Humor, Random memories, The Manilenos, Tristesse)
[ "Ma ma ma my Corona!!!" --- sing to the tune of the 1970s "My Sharona" ]
I am still waiting for my hotshot [ "de campanilla" ] lawyer friends to help me put together an intelligible blog post on this current political maelstrom…
In the meantime, I am enjoying Senator Miriam Defensor-Santiago’s antics immensely. She’s so “bongga”!!! She gives me something to do, and enjoy, while waiting for the traffic to move…
Enjoy the show.
January 10, 2012 at 4:08 pm (2000s Philippines, Angst, Current Events, Random memories, The Manilenos, Tristesse)
I remembered that there was a mid-1980s New Wave band called “Siouxsie & the Banshees” who looked really interesting [ ask my friend from college days Cecile Zamora-van Straten a.k.a. "Chuvaness" ] and I thought an adaptation of it would make an interesting title for a social cataclysm of epic proportions that is now sweeping every social dinner table [ and otherwise ] from Forbes Park to Dasmarinas village, to the Bonifacio Global City to Ayala avenue, Urdaneta village, San Lorenzo, Bel-Air, Rockwell, Ayala Alabang, northwards to Corinthian Gardens, Wack-Wack, Greenhills, New Manila, Santa Mesa Heights, further to Ayala Heights and La Vista, on to Maria Luisa Park in Cebu, and down to Davao… Its impact on high social circles is akin to that of typhoon “Sendong” on Cagayan de Oro and Iligan.
“Lo cortes no quita lo valiente.” [ "Discretion is the better part of valor." ] I did not want to write about it in deference to the family members of both sides who are my friends, some of them close, some of them actually cousins of mine. But the nuclear explosion of “le scandale du jour” in the media has simply rendered polite silence irrelevant. The jawdropping exposes have left nothing even to the wildest imagination. It is fast threatening to become the Filipino equivalent of the Bill Clinton-Monica Lewinsky affair. Polite Manila society is shocked, to put it mildly.
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[ Despite my penchant for writing down the things of the past, I have never really been an inveterate gossip, coolly disinterested as I am in other people's lives. But because I live in a world where everybody knows everybody else, it is inevitable that talk passes --- much of it frighteningly accurate --- through me... every single day. ]
What makes the current fiasco very interesting is that all 3 of the protagonists are from Filipino [ or Spanish-Filipino ] “de buena familia” or “good families.” All three — Bayot-Madrigal, Ortigas, and Legarda — come from patrician families with solid wealth and long lineage. All three, it must be pointed out, come from eminently respectable families whose fortunes, albeit inherited, were the fruits of honest, hard work. Admittedly, their forebears also developed the political, financial, and social connections, but it was their unrelenting hard work that turned those disparate elements into the immense fortunes they eventually amassed.
Maria Susana “Susie” Madrigal Bayot is the daughter of Francisco Maria “Paquito” Bayot Bayot [ he was the son of paternal first cousins ] and of the heiress Josefina “Pinang” Paterno Madrigal. Pinang was the 3rd daughter of the tycoon Vicente Lopez Madrigal and his wife Susana Ramos Paterno, after whom Susie was named. Vicente Madrigal was the richest, self-made Filipino who ever lived, his fortune at its prime was still bigger than those of other leading Filipino families of his time like the Elizalde, the Soriano, the Zobel, the Cojuangco, and the Lopez [ Iloilo ]. Through the patriarch Vicente Madrigal, through his mother Macaria “Nena” Lopez who was a “hija natural” of Joaquin Pardo de Tavera [ before he married the heiress Gertrudes de Gorricho of Manila; Gertrudes was a sister of Juliana de Gorricho, who married Joaquin's elder brother Felix Pardo de Tavera; Juliana was the mother of Paz Gorricho Pardo de Tavera, who married the famous painter Juan Novicio Luna ], the family can trace itself to the Pardo de Tavera, an aristocratic Spanish-Portuguese family that can trace its roots to the 1400s. Through their enterprising matriarch Susana Paterno, the family traces itself to the very rich, shipping Paterno of late 1800s fame all the way back to its 1700s progenitor Ming Mong Lo, an immigrant apothecary from China who sired a veritable business dynasty. Josefina “Pinang” was the most beautiful among the Madrigal-Paterno daughters but she was reticent by nature and was the least visible socially among them [ she was also the first to pass away, from cancer, as she was a heavy smoker who could consume 3 packs a day ]; Maria Paz “Pacita” Madrigal-Warns-Gonzalez, Consuelo “Chito” Madrigal-Vazquez-Collantes and Maria Luisa “Ising” Madrigal-Vazquez were the social forerunners of the family. Francisco Ma. “Paquito” Bayot Bayot was a very handsome man, the best-looking among the 7 Madrigal-Paterno sons-in-law [ Juan "Johnny" Lichauco de Leon, husband of Macaria "Nena"; Herman Warns, first husband of Maria Paz "Pacita"; Atty. Gonzalo Walfrido Rafols Gonzalez, second husband of Maria Paz "Pacita"; Dr. Luis "Chichos" Earnshaw Vazquez, first husband of Consuelo "Chito"; Manuel "Manoling" Collantes, second husband of Consuelo "Chito"; Dr. Daniel "Danny" Earnshaw Vazquez, husband of Maria Luisa "Ising." ] Needless to say, Susie inherited a very considerable fortune from her Madrigal mother and grandfather.
Josefina “Pinang” Madrigal-Bayot doted on the young Francisco “Paqui” Ortigas III. Not only was he an heir to a real estate fortune, he was handsome, charming, and a prominent Spanish mestizo to boot — a perfect match for her only daughter. He was everything that Pinang liked and wanted for her Susie, who was also coming into her own very considerable fortune [ bigger than Paqui's, according to some quarters ]. She was pleased that Paqui married her Susie.
Macaria “Nena” Madrigal-de Leon, the eldest of the Madrigal-Paterno siblings, constantly admonished the various Vicente Madrigal grandchildren: “It is equally easy to fall in love with someone rich and with someone poor. So make the right choice.”
When the first separation of a Vicente Madrigal grandchild from a spouse happened more than 3 decades ago, she was castigated repeatedly by her irate parents, aunts, and uncles. “It simply doesn’t happen, hija!” they protested in unison, to which she nonchalantly snapped: “Hey, it takes 2 to tango, OK???!!!”
Francisco “Paqui” Miranda Ortigas III is the son of Francisco “Paquito” Ortigas Jr.. The elder Francisco “Paquito” Vargas Ortigas Jr. succeeded in transforming the family’s “Hacienda de Mandaloyon” into the Greenhills residential and commercial center. The GSC Greenhills Shopping Center is a highly-successful business model [ excellent "feng shui" / location being one of them ] which is studied intently by the executives of rival malls. Like all rich Filipino families, the Ortigas have been plagued by intrafamily wars and separations but their businesses have remained intact. Needless to say, Paqui inherited a considerable real estate fortune from his father.
The business links between the Madrigal and the Ortigas clans go back three generations to a business partnership “Ortigas, Madrigal y Cia., S. en C.” in 1920 between the clans’ progenitors Vicente Lopez Madrigal and Atty. Francisco “Paco” Barcinas Ortigas Sr. to buy the 4,033-hectare “Hacienda de Mandaloyon” of the Augustinians bordering San Juan, Pasig, and Diliman; Going back further, the young Vicente Madrigal and Francisco Ortigas [ Sr. ] were classmates in the 1890s at the Colegio de San Juan de Letran, along with Sergio Osmena, Manuel Quezon, and Francisco Imperial. All 5 classmates became very powerful men who influenced the destiny of the country.
Maria Antonia “Marian” Lobregat Legarda is the daughter of Jose “Pepito” Legarda and Rosario Lobregat. The Legarda trace their fortunes and lineage to the Tuason-Legarda-Prieto-Valdes clan. During the British invasion from 1762-64, the rich Sangley trader Son Tua organized and financed a battalion of 1,500 Chinese mestizos — “The Battalion of the Royal Prince” — to help the Spaniards repel the British and he was greatly rewarded by the King of Spain with a noble title in 1782 and a “mayorazgo” noble estate in 1794-95. Son Tua assumed the name Antonio Ma. Tuason. Antonio’s great great grandson, the 4th Lord of the Tuason estate, Jose Severo Patino Tuason married Teresa de la Paz of Mariquina; after Jose Severo’s early demise, Teresa married his cousin Benito Tuason Legarda. Regarded as the “Old Rich,” they are related by blood to practically all of Spanish mestizo Manila. The Lobregat are a prominent Spanish mestizo family. Maria Antonia “Marian” Lobregat Legarda married Francisco “Paqui” Santamaria Campos and they have 2 sons.
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The first time we heard about seeming problems between Susie and Paqui was many, many months ago [ 2 years? ] through Assumption alumnae friends, some of them in New York city… “Susie has been spending a lot of time in Bacolod with her friends like Stella, et. al.. They say she keeps on cooking and cooking. Is there anything wrong… could you please find out?”
But of course, there was no way to find out. Ging? Jamby? Tana? Jun? Lisa? Marivic? Bela, Miguel, and Bu had passed on. They were all “Lo cortes no quita lo valiente.” They were all discreet about family matters, more so about their dear cousin/sister.
And then, over lunches, dinners, meriendas, and even breakfasts; over arugula, black Perigord truffles, white Piedmont truffles, Gascony foie gras, Brittany and Tasmanian oysters, Alaskan king crabs, Japanese king prawns, lobsters, Chilean sea bass, Dover sole, Wagyu beef, Kobe beef, “Cochinillo,” the whispers grew louder and more frequent…
“Susie spends a lot of time in Bacolod with her friends because she likes the life there, it’s relaxed and easy. Nothing wrong with that.”
And then came the ambassadorial assignment to Mexico…
“Susie brought along Marian, her BFF. Marian Legarda, remember? Marian speaks excellent Spanish and will be an asset to Paqui. Susie and Paqui have Marian staying with them. It’s odd but Susie wants it that way…”
“Oh no, that’s another Henry, Viol, and Sylvia waiting to happen…”
“Is Marian still gap-toothed and kinky-haired? That’s how I remember her from school…”
“Not only that, she used to be a tomboy, what we called a ‘marimacha’…”
“But Marian was attractive, she had that “it.” Many boys were after her! I remember that well.”
“Don’t forget that Marian left her first husband, Paqui C.. That’s fact.”
“Don’t get the wrong impression, Marian is of very good family, “de buena familia.” Legarda. And through Legarda, Tuason. Do you think girls like Susie and Marian ever go with the “wrong” crowd? No!”
“Susie lent Marian a big sum USD $ so she could do business. Susie is really generous…”
“It was USD $XXX K and Marian repaid USD $ XXX K.”
“Who is feeding all that to Vic Agustin??? Susie??? Nooooo. Why would she???”
“If it’s Vic, it’s Honey. Common sense!”
“Not always.”
And then the whole affair exploded before our eyes like nuclear fission…
“Shame and scandal in the family!!!”
“You saw the news? Susie’s finally at it!!!”
TXT msg.
“Yes, Susie is on the warpath. She found her guts. Good for her!”
TXT msg.
“Susie and Paqui are both good friends of mine and it really upsets me to see them torn apart like this! They were the very picture of a happy family! All smiles and laughter. They were always together. They arrived at parties together, sat together, left together. How could it have possibly all been a show… for that long???”
“It’s not exactly true that Paqui’s and Susie’s Paquito was riding a jet ski and that it crashed into a coral reef in Calatagan and he was killed. Paquito was actually playing “Chicken” with another friend on a jet ski and there was a collision and he was the unlucky one. C’mon, playing “Chicken” with jet skis??? That’s an invitation to an accident, bigtime!!!”
“This is the gist of the problem: ‘I have my properties, you have your properties. I won’t touch your properties, so please do not touch mine. I am not even asking for alimony. My properties are for our children.’ Please sign this so we will be free of each other.’ “ Susie served the papers of separation to Paqui during his birthday last October 01. He refused to sign anything.”
“Susie is richer than Paqui, always was and always will be. Susie, like any well-invested Vicente Madrigal grandchild, is worth between USD XX – YY millions. The Os know that well.”
“Among them [ in the 'House of Madrigal' ], the ladies are admonished: ‘As long as he returns to the church [ which is you ], it is alright.’ Of course, their glamorous and maverick Tita Chito did not follow that [ well, you wouldn't either, if you were her... ]… so why should Susie, or any of them for that matter???”
“Do you think that if Chito were alive… would she have allowed this to go out of hand like this? Wouldn’t she have shelled out good money to keep the media quiet?”
“No. Chito could be direct, confrontational, and very strong. She would have let this fiasco run its course…”
“To tell you the truth, Chito wanted Susie to leave Paqui years ago. Chito knew what was going on. But Susie was such a lady about the whole thing.”
“Interesting advice that Susie wrote on the ‘How to… ‘ for Bianca during the latter’s ‘despedida de soltera’: ‘Don’t be a doormat! Show him who’s Boss from Day 1 !’ That, when Chris is Susie’s Madrigal nephew, son of Susie’s first cousin Bu.”
The Susie-Paqui KO has even become a current sexist issue: Women are for Susie, Men are for Paqui.
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“Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned / Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.” [ The Mourning Bride" by William Congreve, 1697; "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." is often attributed to William Shakespeare ]
As the grandes dames and grands seigneurs of old would declare: “Que barbaridad!!!” :O :O :O
The late American writer Dominick Dunne would have really liked this…
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December 31, 2011 at 1:19 am (2000s Philippines, Current Events, Design and Decoration, Family Traditions, Personal, Random memories, The Global Crowd, The Leytenos, The Manilenos)
“Could you be at the ROMUALDEZ house in Pandacan tomorrow 9am? We need your advice.”
TXT msg from Cindy R.V., +63917…, 08.15am
“OK. Anything for you, dear.”
TXT msg from Toto G., +63915…, 08.16am
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30 January 2011, Friday, 09:45 a.m.
Pandacan, seemingly exotic as it sounds, is not difficult to get to. From Makati, you go through Osmena highway [ former South Superhighway ], right to President Quirino avenue, and turn right just before Nagtahan bridge [ just 20 minutes from Makati CBD with moderate traffic ]; from Quezon city and Manila you simply take Arsenio H. Lacson [ former Governor Forbes ] to Nagtahan bridge and then turn left immediately. You will pass the “Caritas” Manila office on your right. After crossing the little bridge, you will see the now white-painted, stately Romualdez residence on your right. You have arrived.
I hardly recognized the white-painted house when I came upon it. I was used to its unpainted, almost unkempt look during the post-EDSA revolution years, when the Marcos and the Romualdez families were unfashionable and the Aquino and the Cojuangco had replaced them in what most Filipinos thought was karmic tit-for-tat.
Mandoy’s daughter Eliza, an archaeologist by profession, had long been working on the structure.
Poling’s daughter Cindy and her daughter Naynay had brought in the popular and dynamic Pastor Ed, who so kindly and generously agreed to assist the family in preparing the house. Cindy’s sister Raqui and sister-in-law Evelyn were also there.
And then, 45 minutes after I came, the Beautiful One finally arrived at 10:30 a.m.. She glided effortlessly up the “escalera principal” principal stairway amid a flurry of staff and security men.
The Romualdezes had long been residents of — in fact, practically natives if you will — of Pandacan, an “arrabal” district of Manila. The Romualdez progenitor, the Sangley trader Pei Ling Po and his wife Victoria de los Angeles settled there. Their descendant, the Chinese mestizo Daniel Romualdez was a “cabeza de barangay” of the place. He married the beautiful Spanish mestiza Trinidad Lopez y Crisostomo of Tolosa, Leyte and they had three sons: Norberto, Miguel, and Vicente Orestes. Daniel met Trinidad when her silversmith father, Fray Francisco Lopez OFM, was assigned as “cura parroco” parish priest of Pandacan from his previous post in Basey, Samar.
Norberto first married Mariquita Marquez; after she passed away, he married Beatriz Buz. Norberto became Associate Justice of the Supreme Court. Miguel married Brigida Zialcita and he became Mayor of Manila. Vicente Orestes first married Juanita Acereda; after she passed away, he married the quietly beautiful “interna” Remedios Trinidad of Baliuag, Bulacan and Capiz province. Vicente Orestes Romualdez and Remedios Trinidad were the parents of former First Lady Imelda Romualdez-Marcos.
The present Romualdez “bahay-na-bato” ancestral home in Pandacan was not built by the Romualdez nor by the Lopez. It was built sometime in the early 1900s by a de Jesus gentleman who was married to a Legarda y Roces lady. To this day, the intertwined initials J, L, and R are still found in some of the carved panels on the exterior of the house. De Jesus was an inveterate gambler and philanderer who lost everything; he mortgaged his house to the bank and forthwith lost it. Col. Jacobo Zobel rushed to his good friend Manila Mayor Miguel Romualdez and told him what a good deal the forfeited de Jesus-Legarda y Roces house in Pandacan was. Miguel purchased it from the bank and it became his residence for life.
As it was nearing lunchtime…
“Naku, mga Romualdez yan, mahilig sa pagkain ang mga iyan!” Madame snapped.
“Maniwala ka Toto, noon, sinama ko silang lahat sa bapor mula Manila papuntang Leyte. Nagbaon kami ng mga hamon. Akalain mo, pagdating namin sa Leyte, ubos ang lahat ng hamon!” recalled Madame.
“Eh di para ho kayong si ‘Mrs. Payme’ sa ‘Dance-O-Rama’ na naghanap ng nawawalang hamon sa mga boarders niya?” I rejoined jokingly. Those at the table who remembered “Dance-O-Rama” laughed.
She smiled beatifically. I didn’t know if Madame Imelda Romualdez-Marcos ever watched Susan Roces’ hilarious “Dance-O-Rama”… the way most of our “Martial Law Babies” generation did…
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05 January 2011, Thursday, 5:00 p.m.
Madame had hung a framed, large photograph of her ancestor, Fray Francisco Lopez OFM, above the Louis XV-style sofa in the sala. He was a handsome, albeit chubby man. Raqui, Eliza, Marivic, and I looked at it and tried to place the face… his descendants concurred that his face was “so Romualdez”…
“Looks like my brother… “ Raqui thought.
“Looks like Alfred…”
“Uhm, looks like Martin…” I opined.
“See? He thinks he looks like Martin!”
Marivic turned to Eliza… “Didn’t Daniel look like that when he was a boy? He was cute and chubby…”
“You should see Daniel now… he’s slim and he’s got abs!” Eliza recalled.
“Gee, can you imagine what Daniel could do with this house???!!!”
“Dinchaknow???!!!”
Tita Lulu arrived, the last of the loyal Blue Ladies, looking fresh and rested…
“Ma’am, namatay ho si Tito Pabling…” I informed Madame.
“Ay, kamamatay lang ng kapatid ko, at ng pamangkin ko…” Madame responded, then turning to Tita Lulu… “Namatay daw si Pabling! Kumusta na si Loleng?”
“Oo, kahapon ng alas kuwatro… Nasa ‘Heritage’… “ Tita Lulu replied.
*unfinished*
December 24, 2011 at 6:41 am (2000s Philippines, Angst, Current Events, Family Traditions, Religious Traditions, The Manilenos, The Pampanguenos, Tristesse)
Christmas 2011 comes at a difficult time, particularly for us Filipinos, and even for our own family.
Tonight, during the traditional 10:00 p.m. Christmas Vigil Mass at our parish church, and before “Noche Buena” at our parents’ home, I will say a silent prayer of thanksgiving to God for all the many blessings throughout the troubled year that was 2011. And I will also thank him for allowing me and our family to survive it all with grace, chutzpah, and even laughter. I end the year 2011 practically bedraggled, beset by all kinds of health problems, career delays and blocks, financial issues, looming dilemmas, etc. [ and even uberrich friends tell me they're in the same boat...? 
]. I still have the wherewithal but I’m not getting anywhere. In short, I’m a total mess. I don’t know if it has something to do with my being a second-decanate Capricorn with the ascendant and the Moon in Virgo, or being a Fire Horse. The rest of the family have it better, material resources intact as well, but I know that they too are just trying to get on as best as they can.
Inflation is unbelievable. I might as well live in New York, Paris, or London with these increasingly First World prices! One now needs 3X the money to live the life he has, posh, average, or poor. What one could buy for Php 10,000 you now need Php 30,000, for Php 100,000 you now need Php 300,000, for Php 1,000,000 you now need Php 3,000,000 and so forth and so on. I used to think that friends were bragging when they mentioned their staggering grocery bills at “Rustan’s” or “S & R,” but to my shock I’m not far off anymore…
There were just too many illnesses and deaths in our family and among our friends. Sally d.G., one of our comptrollers, developed cervical cancer. Former Supreme Court Justice Tito Camilo Q. [ maternal first cousin of my mother ] almost went blind. Tito Fras Quiason Reyes [ brother of my mother ], Tito Manoling Quiason Yap [ maternal first cousin of my mother ], Tita Sonia Callanta-Yap [ wife of Tito Garding, maternal first cousin of my mother ], Uncle Jack Davis Horrigan [ husband of Tita Martha, sister of my mother ] passed away in rapid succession from stroke, lung cancer, ovarian cancer, and heart attack from 01 September – 05 October. Tito Josel Y. [ maternal first cousin of my mother ] developed prostate cancer but is in good spirits. Tita Ising V. [ mother of my good friend Marivic V. ] is fading off to Neverland. Tito Joe S. [ brother-in-law of my good friend Tita Regina A.-T. ] finally passed away after 2 years in the ICU of Makati Med just when Tita Carminia was excitedly getting ready for their 60th wedding anniversary. Tito Tony M. [ husband of my good friend Tita Nening P.-M. and father of my LSGH GS classmate Tonico M. ] has been diagnosed with stomach cancer and is at Makati Med; Tita Nening and family have decided to simply keep him comfortable to the last. Just before Christmas, Richie & Giging G. [ Giging is a good friend, a maternal first cousin of Johnny L., married to my cousin Rose R. ] lost their eldest son Javy in the wink of an eye to a massive heart attack. OhmyGod. [ I myself do not feel well: I am checking into Saint Luke's after New Year's day for 3 days of medical tests ].
On a perfectly sunny afternoon in early October following typhoons “Pedring” & “Quiel,” dam officials and managers let loose “excess” water from the Ipo, Angat, and Bustos dams [ without any kind of notification to the affected residents whatsoever; what were they thinking??? ] which forthwith flooded Calumpit, Bulacan and portions of our hometown of Apalit, Pampanga, our ancestral barrios of Sulipan and Capalangan among them. There was so much damage to property that wasn’t really reported by the newspapers. What do you tell people whose only possessions in life are a small TV, small refrigerator, a single gas burner stove, an electric fan, and a sleeping mat… or even less??? How would you feel if you were them?!
With the onset of the 9-day “Simbang Gabi,” typhoon “Sendong” came blowing over Cagayan de Oro and Iligan in northwestern Mindanao setting off unbelievable, disaster epic-type floods which caused the deaths of an estimated 3,000 people. It was a major, major tragedy. The whole nation is in shock.
And if all that was not enough, many businessmen have noticed that this year’s Christmas sales, like last year’s, as well as their annual 2010 & 2011 sales, are falling below the prosperous figures they had during the Arroyo presidency 2000-2010. An economic slowdown is already happening…
It is true what Roman Catholic priests say that if you base your celebration of Christmas — the birth of Jesus Christ — on material things, you are missing the point, as well as the fact that if you focus solely on those things without God’s guidance and blessings, you will never have enough to live the life of your dreams and ambitions anyway. Great “food for thought”…
Nonetheless, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year 2012, Everyone!!!
Toto Gonzalez 
October 27, 2011 at 10:06 am (2000s Philippines, Angst, Current Events, Design and Decoration, Filipino Art, Personal, Random memories, The Global Crowd, The Ilocanos, The Manilenos, The Pangasinenses, Tristesse)
26 October 2011, Wednesday, was a sad day for Filipino arts and culture. Production designer par excellence, design doyen, scholar and researcher, cinephile, poet, ADMU Ateneo de Manila University professor, CCP Cultural Center of the Philippines stalwart, “Father of Philippine Stage Design,” and National Artist for Theater and Design Salvador Floro Bernal “left the scene,” so to speak.
That midmorning [ at 9:00 a.m. ], he had gone downstairs to give instructions to the staff for the day, including what he had decided for lunch, and returned to his bedroom. There, he rested on his couch.
He did not wake up for lunch.
Salvador Bernal, “Sir Badong” to his talented proteges and students, finally saw “the greatest production” he had always wanted to see…
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His unexpected passing caused much grief among his professional family, specially his proteges and students.
Badong used to tell his close circle that the men in his family passed away of heart problems in their 50s. “He thought he was ‘overstaying’…” recalled Rafael del Casal.
“If you had the chance to know him, if you became close to him, you would have known that, despite that cantankerous temperament, he had a heart of gold… He was a pure soul.” reminisced artist Rafael del Casal.
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From the Malacanang palace: “We are saddened by news that National Artist for Theater and Design Salvador Bernal passed away in the afternoon of Oct. 26, 2011. We join our countrymen in mourning the death of one of our cultural pillars, and extend our deepest sympathies to his family and the entire artistic community.”
“Beyond his impressive career as an artist, he made it his mission, as a teacher, to pass on his knowledge to those who will have to stand in his place in the coming generations. He did his part to ensure that Philippine Art will continue to be dynamic and relevant, even as the torch is passed from old masters like him to emerging talents in the nation’s artistic landscape.”
From the NCCA National Commission for Culture and the Arts: “[The death of] Salvador Bernal is a great loss to Philippine Arts as he has contributed greatly to the growth of theater design in the country.”
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His bier was most elegant, even more than the ones I had seen at the chichi “Capilla del Senor” and the “Capilla de la Virgen” mortuary chapels of the Santuario de San Antonio in Forbes Park and at the Heritage Memorial Park in recent memory. After all, it was the collaboration of several leading artists known for the excellence of their tastes: artist Rafael del Casal, production designer Gino Gonzales, floral designer Tony Padilla, and lighting designer Shoko Matsumoto. It was all green and white: sprays of various white flowers [ the largest lilies from Holland I had seen to date, among others ] set on beds of deep green tropical plants and topiaries accented by a few thick candles on verdigris bronze stands and carefully lit by a few halogen spotlights set the stage for an impeccable elegance. There was not a single wrong note. And because Salvador Bernal was a National Artist of the Philippines, a pair of uniformed guards, standing at attention, flanked his bier. It would have been pretentious anywhere else but it looked completely appropriate there.
The leading lights of Manila’s artistic world and its concentric circles filed past his bier… arts patroness Irene Marcos-Araneta, women’s issues advocate and onetime thespian Sonia Malasarte-Roco [ widow of former senator Raul Roco ], top singer and composer Jim Paredes and his sister Lory, thespian Noni Buencamino, director Laurice Guillen, director Alexander “Alex” Cortez, ballet doyenne Alice Reyes, dance doyenne Denisa Reyes, ballerina Edna Vida, soprano Fides Cuyugan-Asensio, artist Ed Alegre, painter Lao Lianben and his wife Lilia, top art dealer Vita Sarenas, theater benefactor and onetime thespian Atty. Jose “Tito” C. Tesoro, doyenne of the Manila museum world and longtime Ayala Museum curator Sonia P. Ner, esteemed Filipiniana scholar Dr. Nicanor “Nic” Tiongson, National Artist for Literature Bienvenido “Bien” Lumbera, doyenne and muse of the Manila literati/culturati Gilda Cordero-Fernando, the Prior of the Santo Domingo church Rev. Fr. Giuseppe Pietro Arsciwals, O.P., the longtime ADMU president Rev. Fr. Bienvenido F. Nebres. S.J., the Bishop of Cubao Honesto D. Ongtioco, D.D., et. al..
Former First Lady Imelda Romualdez-Marcos, who began the CCP Cultural Center of the Philippines from 1966-69 [ the institution which Badong gave most of his professional life ], could not attend the wake but she mourned his passing and sent beautiful flowers. President Benigno Aquino III also sent a wreath from Malacanang palace, as Salvador Bernal was a National Artist of the Philippines.
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[ Two of my dear friends, Rafael del Casal and Gino Gonzales, were proteges of Salvador Bernal. Artist Rafael del Casal has become the favorite portraitist of long-established Manila society and has also become the much sought after consultant on church renovations in the country, following his spectacularly beautiful and successful redesign of the Immaculate Conception cathedral in Quezon City. ADMU-educated Gino Gonzales, acknowledged as Badong's "nino bonito," took postgraduate studies at NYU New York University and through the years has become the top production designer in the Philippines. ]
[ Another dear friend, Eric Pineda, was a student of Salvador Bernal and followed his professor's career into costume design. As Badong occasionally said, costume design segued naturally into fashion design. Aside from costume designs for television and theater productions, Eric Pineda has become a sought after designer of evening gowns for famous actresses and of wedding gowns and entourages, following the elegant wedding dress he created for actress Sunshine Cruz on her wedding to character actor Cesar Montano in 2000. ]
[ Another friend, Atty. Teresa "Tessa" / "Tabs" Bernal Tabora-Ledesma is a niece of Salvador Bernal, her mother being his sister Teresita Bernal-Tabora. She and my younger brother Atty. Adolfo Reyes Gonzalez were contemporaries and good friends from their ADMU Ateneo de Manila University Law School days. ]
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Addenda:
A personal reminiscence:
It was May 1999, and it was 6 months before my gemologist sister Rosario Clemencia “Rocelle” Reyes Gonzalez would marry the banker Nicanor Narciso Damaso “Danny” Padilla Lizares on 05 December 1999 at the Santuario de San Antonio. She had always liked wearing late 1800s style “traje de mestiza” [ wrongly called a "Maria Clara" according to Filipiniana historian and scholar Martin "Sonny" Imperial Tinio Jr. "It's called a 'traje de mestiza' ." he stated definitively. ] and she had decided that such an elaborate “period” dress, executed to the last authentic detail, would be her wedding gown. The dress would be a copy of one worn by our paternal great grandmother Florencia Rodriguez Sioco when she married Dr. Joaquin Lopez Gonzalez in July 1883. Since the embroidery details were not visible in the antique photograph, collector Joey Panlilio suggested that the embroidery designs be derived from Filipino maestro Justiniano Asuncion’s famous 1870s portrait of the pretty Agueda Paterno [ Jaime C. Laya collection ].
Because Rocelle was the only daughter and the youngest to boot, our businesswoman mother Pilar Quiason Reyes-Gonzalez sent word through me to her future “consuegra” / “comadre” / “balae ” the affluent and patrician Maria “Mary” de los Reyes Padilla-Lizares that she would take care of her daughter’s wedding gown — certainly no expense would be spared — as well as those of the entourage as part of her contributions to the wedding expenses. Mary Padilla-Lizares graciously agreed to my mother’s handling the wedding gown but generously stated that she would take care of all the entourage gowns, which were to be designed and executed by her de los Reyes relative Paching Valera-de la Fuente, niece of the late, great Ramon Valera [ daughter of Jaime Valera and Trinidad "Neneching" de los Reyes Reyes-Valera ].
Joey Panlilio insisted that only THE Salvador Bernal, and not any other couturier in Manila however favored by society, could recreate a genuine, late 1800s “traje de mestiza,” So off to Badong the three of us went…
It was an altogether pleasant appointment. Badong received us with his peculiar mix of dryness and cordiality. He recalled that he had created the gown of another socially prominent Padilla wedding some years back, who expectedly enough, was a relative of Danny’s. We showed him the 1883 photo of Lola Florencia Sioco-Gonzalez as well as an enlarged xerox copy of Justiniano Asuncion’s 1870s portrait of Agueda Paterno. Studying the photos, he explained that the “traje de mestiza” underwent several adaptations through the decades, and that the silhouette, “the line,” of the 1870s was slightly different from the 1880s, although we could adapt the embroidery designs from the 1870s to the 1880s. He suggested that we go to Lumban, Laguna and look for a competent embroiderer who could execute the designs on “pina liniwan” [ plain pina fabric ]. He inquired as to what the fabric of the skirt would be, as the 1800s originals were usually either of Chinese silk or European silk velvet/brocade/damask, and Joey Panlilio suggested “Chinese silk, thick Chinese silk.” So off to Hong Kong it would be for the fabric… Badong would take care of the “tapis” overskirt, since a married woman, by tradition then, already wore a “tapis.”
What I remember vividly was that, unlike other couturiers, Badong was completely disinterested in the monetary aspect of the contract; he was not interested in the charges. “It won’t be much, just the work. Most of the materials are coming from you.” he assured.
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Three months before the wedding in August 1999, with all the materials already in Badong’s atelier, we three made a visit to discuss the final design and details of the “traje de mestiza” wedding gown. Joey Panlilio had brought a xerox photo of Princess Margaret’s 1960 wedding gown of white silk organza by Norman Hartnell because he thought that the skirt, made of 30 meters of fabric, should turn out like that, with a great train. Badong studied the photo, unfazed.
A full mock-up of the “traje de mestiza” wedding gown in muslin already stood in the center of Badong’s atelier. Rocelle was made to fit it and was asked to move in all directions, with Badong casting a critical eye, detailing further instructions to his head seamstress and the team as they nipped and tucked in certain sections, with the faithful assistant Maria “Marietta” Arcega making her own observations. The results of the fitting were very satisfactory and Badong was all set. Comically enough, Joey Panlilio, wanting to get the feel of the recreated “traje de mestiza,” insisted on fitting the muslin components himself, to the bemusement of Badong.
Amidst the spirited discussions, a puzzled and irritated Badong turned to Rocelle, the bride-to-be, and asked: “Wait a minute… just WHO is getting married here??? Isn’t it you, hija?”
Embarrassed, Joey and I kept quiet instantly, and merely looked at Rocelle and Badong…
“What do you want, hija? What do you really want? This is all about you, not any of us…” he asked her earnestly, wanting to accommodate her requests, if any.
“It’s OK, it’s OK…” she answered sweetly.
“Very well then, we’ll see what we can do. Everything’s here: materials, references… Three months to go, right? That’s enough time.”
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Characteristically professional as ever, the “traje de mestiza” wedding gown of Rosario Clemencia “Rocelle” Reyes Gonzalez from the atelier of Salvador Bernal arrived in big boxes with his expert and faithful assistant Maria “Marietta” Arcega, irons, ironing boards, floor mats, special hangers, and all kinds of equipment in tow on the morning of 05 December 1999. After lunch, the make-up artists and the hairdressers did their parts, then Rocelle was dressed by our mother, Pilar Reyes-Gonzalez, Marietta of Badong, and Joey Panlilio [ who was an expert in the correct installation of "panuelos," as taught to him by his grandmother, the leonine and elegant Luz Sarmiento-Panlilio ], assisted by a battalion of househelp. The Santuario de San Antonio wedding was set for 6:00 p.m.
The embroidered pina “camisa” blouse and “panuelo” fichu collar had been embellished with hundreds of tiny pearls. The “camisa” was expertly and faultlessly cut and constructed in the style of the 1880s, with billowing sleeves that were gathered just below the shoulder. The “panuelo” had been lined with a sheer stiff fabric to enhance its line when worn. Badong had created a lovely “tapis” overskirt also of embroidered pina fabric [ which covered 3/4 of the "saya" of peach-colored Chinese silk ], embellished with thousands of tiny pearls, edged by handknotted silk tassels. The “saya” skirt was a tour de force of sheer theater with yards and yards of thick, peach-colored Chinese silk [ 20 yards had been purchased in Hong Kong ]. It was where Badong’s superb costume design skills entered: realizing that the fuller-than-full skirt, cut in the bias, along with its petticoat, would be heavy and hang awkwardly from the waist, he constructed an entire dress, sleeveless at the top [ over which would be worn the "camisa" and the "panuelo" ], so that the weight would be shared by the waist and the shoulders, therefore enhancing the fall of the skirt. Despite all of that, Rocelle recalled: “My ‘traje de mestiza’ wedding dress was surprisingly light, and it was easy to move around in it, it was not heavy at all. It was cool and not warm to the body.” Therein lay the genius of Salvador Bernal in the tradition of the great couturiers like Cristobal Balenciaga: despite a dress being a glamorous piece-de-resistance, it was always light and comfortable for the wearer.
Thus, it came to pass that Rosario Clemencia Reyes Gonzalez, Mrs. Nicanor Narciso Damaso Padilla Lizares, in her 1880s-style “traje de mestiza” wedding gown, became one of the most memorable, one of the most elegant, needless to say one of the most beautiful of brides ever to walk down the aisle of the Santuario de San Antonio church in Forbes Park.
Thanks to the erudite genius of Salvador Bernal.
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*unfinished*
October 14, 2011 at 1:02 am (2000s Philippines, Current Events, Humor, Personal, Random memories, The Global Crowd, The Ilonggos, The Manilenos, The Pampanguenos)
We gathered last night for dinner at “El Cirkulo,” not for the usual weekly lunch, to celebrate Jackie’s, Pinky’s, and Joe Mari’s October birthdays. There were Nening, Marivic, Rica, Salie, Jiji, Mary, and I.
The food is always good, if not great, at Chef Jay Gamboa’s “El Cirkulo.” And the service is good too [ a rarity in this city ]. We had an array of “tapas,” platefuls of them. For the mains, Marivic had ordered “Slow Roasted U.S. Beef Belly,” “Slow Roasted Lamb,” and the veggie delight “Paella Montana.” Matched with a very good Miguel Torres red, it all made for a lovely meal.
Rica gingerly pointed to the deadly “chicharon” in front of us and I made an incredulous face. “You like that???” “Gawd, that’s dangerous! But I’ll eat it anyhow… hahahah…” my lips smacking.
I related: “You people have an idea of how ‘chicharon’ is usually the ‘last meal’ of so many ER cases???!!! That’s according to the doctors at Makati Med and Saint Luke’s!!!” The group laughed.
Marivic had brought a light chocolate birthday cake for our 3 merry celebrants. She had sent her secretary on a wild goose chase to scour Makati for the perfect birthday cake. “It was the only cake shop that would write all their names right there and then! See… there’s Jackie, and Pinky, and Joe Mari!” “We should have gotten from Marta, but you have to order the cake way ahead for them to write down names…”
The buzz was still about the successful “Angels & Monsters” auction of rare Filipino art and antiques by Boy V. at the LaO’ Center last 27 September, Tuesday, which I missed because of a business meeting but which Marivic and Joe Mari were able to attend [ although I had seen and studied everything the late afternoon before along with the gang --- Paul & Co. --- just as the items had been installed for exhibition ]. The great thing about the “Angels & Monsters” selection was that it consisted of Filipino art and antiques of such high quality and rarity that had not been seen en masse in some 20 years; several of the items came from a major collector [ a sugar trader originally from Malabon ] with exquisite taste and the most exacting standards; thus the major collectors and the Manila antique world were agog. It was the usual crowd of “Cote de LaO’ ” — Boy V., Omeng, Kit, Tony M., Paul and Hetty, Renee, Stanley and Abbie, Joe Mari, Randy, et. al. joined by several “invisible” buyers — and it was a lot of fun, as always.
“Sold!!!” enthused Marivic.
“Toto, even the 3 ‘blandon’ [ large silver candlestand(s); 1800s ] sold, for youknowwhat…” Joe Mari related.
“Well, who do you think it was?” I asked.
“Wouldn’t it be Stephen Z.?” I speculated.
“Not Butch and Ollie?”
“Not Butch and Ollie. Only art for them — Asian art — their furnishings are totally modern.” Marivic recalled.
“Manoling and Rose?” guessed Joe Mari.
“But they don’t need to buy anything… They already have the most gorgeous things…” I opined.
“Unbelievable…” I shook my head in delighted disbelief.
Characteristically, the group was already making plans for the annual Christmas party. At Mary’s in Dasma. Theme: Spanish. Marivic took charge of the food assignments. “I make very good ‘rabo de toro’!” Nening said, and we all agreed.
“Your ‘galantina de pollo,’ Toto!”
“But our ‘galantina de pollo,’ although good, is not pure Spanish. It’s French-Spanish-Pampango…” I protested.
“Never mind, it’s good!” Marivic declared. “I’m going to make sure the paella is goooood!!! Last time we ordered, it was…” she shuddered.
“Forgettable?”
“Relleno de pollo then?” someone chimed. “Ay, that’s so ‘plebe’… all those raisins!” I countered.
As usual, I got assigned the desserts. Rica blurted: “What if I brought [ your ] ‘Tarta Madrid’???!!! Hahahah!!!”
Then the inevitable line of veteran party planners came up: “Why don’t we just have it catered and spare ourselves all the trouble???” Hahahah!!!
“What happened to our tours??? Our travel plans?”
“Batanes in January. Because Gigi said so. Gigi L. not Jiji S.. She said: ‘I’m sick and tired of those Pampanga and Laguna tours!!! I want something more exciting… Let’s go to Batanes!!!’ “ I related.
“We’re also going to Iloilo and Bacolod in February. Joe Mari will help us with Iloilo; Adjie and Nena in Bacolod.” I continued.
“What’s next? Shanghai?”
“There’s the Bangkok Jewelry Fair in January…”
After dinner, Chef Jay’s sister Malu Gamboa greeted the group charmingly and inquired about our dinner, which we all replied had been very good. “I really admire the way their family manages their restaurants.” I commented.
“They’re very hands-on.” agreed Marivic.
And there was the inevitable social responsibility / philanthropic dimension to the dinner… Rising from her seat, Nening declared: “Girls! We’re going to the Santo Domingo church in Quezon city next Friday, 21 October, 2:00 in the afternoon. We’re visiting Our Lady of the Rosary “La Naval de Manila.” And they’re making many improvements in the church. We’re going to see where we can help out. Game??? Who’s going?”
And just like that, even with Roman Catholicism just a tad unfashionable in Manila these days [ except in the ranks of the affluent and powerful Opus Dei ], swamped as it is with all sorts of extremely fashionable Christian fundamentalists in Hermes and Ferragamo…
“I’m going!”
“Yes!”
“Count me in!”
“See you there!”
By themselves, those positive responses were already miracles… what with everybody’s “donor fatigue”…
Leaving the place, it was so nice to bump into the coterie of Jimmy & Connie, Vivian, Jenny, Sonny & Bal at the lobby as they had had dinner at “Tsukiji.”
All the right food at the right place with all the right people.
October 3, 2011 at 6:14 pm (2000s Philippines, Angst, Current Events, Random memories, The Bulaquenos, The Novo Ecijanos, The Pampanguenos, Tristesse)
One of the worst things we learned from America is that one can actually manipulate Nature for man’s benefit. Well, we can now add it to the list of America’s alarmingly increasing ills. After all, it was the Americans who had the bright [ and really stupid, in my thinking ] idea of ruining the magnificent beaches of Manila Bay [ just think of how Manila could have been the Asian counterpart of the French Riviera!!! ], filling them in to construct a nondescript road which they called “Dewey boulevard”…
But one should not fight Nature.
It happened with typhoon “Milenyo.” It happened with typhoon “Ondoy.” And it happened again with typhoon “Pedring.” And it will happen again and again…
Centuries ago, the Central Luzon plains were occupied by a great body of water, the “Pinag de Candaba.” And one of the settlements on its perimeter was the forerunner of the town of Calumpit.
The perimeter of the great lake was dotted with the pre-Hispanic settlements of the present-day towns of Calumpit, Pulilan, Plaridel [ Quingua ], Baliuag, and San Miguel de Mayumo in Bulacan; San Isidro and Cabiao in Nueva Ecija; Arayat, Candaba, Santa Ana, Mexico, San Simon, and Apalit, Pampanga.
Various historical articles relate that up to the 1930s, there was a considerable body of water where the Candaba swamp is located now.
So up to the present day, every time rainfall water accumulates, the “Pinag de Candaba” reclaims its natural, ages-old boundaries…
One shouldn’t fight Nature. One should learn to live with its natural rhythms.
In fact, one should just build floating houses… silly as it sounds…
September 27, 2011 at 10:59 am (1800s Filipinas, 1900s Philippines, 19th century Filipino Art, 2000s Philippines, Current Events, Family Traditions, Filipino Art, Personal, Random memories, Religious Traditions, The Global Crowd, The Manilenos, The Past)
[ Please be advised: This is a wholly Roman Catholic blog post; it's a sister post to "La Naval de Manila at the Santo Domingo church" of 24 September 2006 { search window }. Christian fundamentalist, Lutheran, Episcopal, et. al. sensibilities could react. "Idolatry!" you could charge, but of course as a Roman Catholic and as a Marian devotee, I couldn't care less if you fell into the Philippine Deep. You have been advised accordingly, in the first place. ]
From the time my grandmother Lola Charing [ Rosario Espiritu Arnedo-Gonzalez, 13 December 1903 - 18 May 1977 ] brought me as a young child [ early 1970s ] along to the Santo Domingo church to pray with her before the “Santo Rosario,” to this day, 4 decades later, I have held the deepest affections for the Blessed Mother…
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“Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum. Benedicta tu in mulieribus, et benedictus fructus ventris tui, Iesus… Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus, nunc et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen.”
“Dios te salve Maria, llena eres de gracia, El Senor es contigo. Bendita tu eres entre todas las mujeres y bendito es el fruto de tu vientre Jesus… Santa Maria, Madre de Dios, ruega por nosotros pecadores, ahora y en la hora del nuestra muerte. Amen.”
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“Magnificat anima mea Dominum, et exultavit spiritus meus in Deo salutari meo Quia respexit humilitatem ancillae suae ecce enim ex hoc beatam me dicent omnes generationes Quia fecit mihi magna qui potens est et sanctum nomen eius Et misericordia eius in progenies et progenies timentibus eum Fecit potentiam in brachio suo dispersit superbos mente cordis sui Deposuit potentes de sede et exaltavit humiles Esurientes implevit bonis et divites dimisit inanes Suscepit Israhel puerum suum memorari misericordiae Sicut locutus est ad patres nostros Abraham et semini eius in saecula. Gloria Patri, et Filio, et Spiritui Sancto Sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et semper, et in saecula saeculorum. Amen.”
“Proclama mi alma la grandeza del Señor, y se alegra mi espíritu en Dios, mi Salvador; porque ha puesto sus ojos en la humildad de su esclava, y por eso desde ahora todas las generaciones me llamarán bienaventurada, porque el Poderoso ha hecho obras grandes en mí: su nombre es Santo, y su misericordia llega a sus fieles de generación en generación. Él hizo proezas con su brazo: dispersó a los soberbios de corazón, derribó del trono a los poderosos y enalteció a los humildes, a los hambrientos los colmó de bienes y a los ricos los despidió vacíos. Auxilió a Israel, su siervo, acordándose de la misericordia-como lo había prometido a nuestros padres-en favor de Abraham y su descendencia por siempre.”
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Tuesday, 26 July 2011…
As always, through the centuries, 2 long candles on tall silver candelabra were lit before her, and the holy rosary, led by the Rev. Fr. Prior, was recited…
I was told by the ladies that the “Virgen,” when shorn of her crowns [ "rostrillo," "corona," "aureola" ], “joyas” jewels, and embroidered finery, actually looked like a comely 14 year-old girl. It was also in that state that what Rafael del Casal described as the delicate tilt of the head and the oh-so-slight turn of the face towards the right, to the “Nino Jesus,” were easily observable.
As Rafael restored the “encarna” of the “Virgen” and the “Nino Jesus” to their “traditional” appearances, he constantly referred to the famous prewar, black-and-white photograph of the “Santo Rosario” in “La Vanguardia” magazine and tried his darndest best, annoyingly stubborn paints from the previous “encarna” notwithstanding, to recreate that old-fashioned but correct look for the current “encarna.”
Upon Rafael’s and Tita Tunggay’s urging, I sat down beside the “camarera” Tita Menggay and asked her many, many questions about the now 418 year-old “Santo Rosario,” all of which she answered sweetly and charmingly. Somewhere in the haze of memories of her 95 years, Tita Menggay spoke, to my increasing wide-eyed interest and bewilderment, of the “Virgen’s” feet painted to look like shoes, covered by gold slippers decorated with “gravado” work which she and the old nuns would polish every year before the fiesta. Tita Tunggay seriously doubted it, saying that her mother was probably talking of another Virgen. To prove her point, she asked abruptly: “Mommy!!! Does the Virgin have feet???” to which Tita Menggay instantly replied, shaking her head: “No!” Still, I gave Tita Menggay the benefit of the doubt. After all, as Tita Tunggay’s protege seminarian Vince Salac pointed out, Tita Menggay was the last one who saw what was inside the indigo blue painted wood planks [ now faded to a Venetian terra cotta ] with painted rococo C-scrolls of gold “polvorina” paint which was the base of her “bastidor” body, before the missing plank at the back was replaced decades ago, sealing it forever.
Rafael remembered that the Nino Jesus was described in an 1800s document as having a “sono liento” “sleepy-eyed” expression and he tried his best to interpret and recreate that look.
Because the Nino Jesus had to be upright while Rafael was restoring its “encarna,” Mang Rolly and Tita Tunggay’s proteges, former seminarians Vince Salac and Reynard Ong, patiently took turns carefully carrying the heavy ivory image by its chest and stomach over the two-tiered table while Rafael carried out his delicate, painstaking work…
While Rafael was satisfied with his “encarna” of the Virgen, he thought that the eyes of the Nino Jesus still had that sharp look which needed interference. He decided to complete the “encarna” of the Nino Jesus on Thursday.
The team was scolded by Tita Menggay when she observed that the Virgen and the Nino Jesus had been in their undergarments for a few minutes already as the team struggled to unfurl the antique “Numero Uno” “vestida” and the “capa” of the Virgen and the “tunico” and the “babero” of the Nino Jesus. Tita Menggay was vehement that the Virgen and the Nino Jesus were to be dressed immediately with the new vestments as soon as the old ones and some of the undergarments were removed. “The Virgen and the Nino Jesus must not be left undressed even for a few minutes! It was never done and it is never done! Bring their vestments now! Act quickly!” she reprimanded in a mix of Spanish and English. Under no circumstances were they to remain a minute more in their undergarments, even if the Virgen had a full dress of gold-colored silk satin and 5 layers of lace-edged “nagwas” beneath and the Nino had a lace-edged cotton “camisa chino.” Tita Menggay repeated her strong disapproval many times until the Virgen and the Nino Jesus were fully dressed and the “capa” was finally installed.
The team was also scolded by Tita Menggay when she saw that a part of the Santo Rosario’s “capa” was touching the floor. Tita Menggay was vehement that the Santo Rosario’s vestments were not to touch the floor at all under any circumstances. “Those are the Virgen’s vestments! Those are expensive, those are precious!” she snapped in a mix of Spanish and English. Tita Menggay repeated her strong disapproval many times until the vestments were finally piled neatly, properly, and respectfully on a table.
It was amazing to witness 95 year-old Tita Menggay’s [ born 1916 ] surprising acuity and alertness, and sometimes surprising assertiveness, whenever the high standards she had learned prewar from the old Dominican “frailes” and the old “camareras” in the conservation of the “Santo Rosario” were in danger of being replaced by today’s unapologetically mediocre, frankly lackluster, and downright disrespectful practices.
One great advantage of digital photography was that, through repeated pixes by the patient photographer, Rafael was able to produce the exact shade of ivory with which to conceal the distracting and notorious hairline crack extending from the right side of the Virgen’s mouth to her chin. The covered hairline is now temporarily invisible, even in pixes/photographs.
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“Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum. Benedicta tu in mulieribus, et benedictus fructus ventris tui, Iesus… Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus, nunc et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen.”
“Dios te salve Maria, llena eres de gracia, El Senor es contigo. Bendita tu eres entre todas las mujeres y bendito es el fruto de tu vientre Jesus… Santa Maria, Madre de Dios, ruega por nosotros pecadores, ahora y en la hora del nuestra muerte. Amen.”
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Two days later, on Thursday, 28 July 2011…
Following centuries-old protocol in the dressing of the “Santo Rosario,” the gentlemen were only allowed inside the hall once the ladies had finished their delicate regimen of cleaning the ivory face and hands by dabbing cotton with a mild solution of “esencia de rosa” rose essence diluted with water [ "esencia de rosa" is acidic and strong and used by itself is caustic ], changing the 5 layers of lace-edged “nagwas” underclothes [ only 3 changed for everyday wear ], and the hallowed image was already wearing a simple dress of contemporary gold-colored silk satin over the traditional 5 layers of lace-edged “nagwas,” her long dark brown hair, a “velo” [a white, French late 18th century-style bonnet with ruffled lace edgings ; very "Marie Antoinette" ], and a “cuello” neck ruff of white lace. The gentlemen were needed to install the heavy “plancha de plata” gilt silver dress and the even heavier “capa ‘Numero Uno,’” the magnificent, late 19th century cape of “binanig” laidwork “tisu de oro” cloth-of-gold fabric embroidered with flowers, leaves, and symbols in high relief.
Tita Menggay reminisced: “In old Santo Domingo in Intramuros, nobody, but nobody, was allowed to touch the ‘Virgen’s’ face, by strict instructions of the Spanish Dominican ‘frailes’ and of the ‘camarera,’ Dona Angelita Leyba. The most, the very most, that was done was a very gentle dabbing — with cotton with a mild, mild solution of ‘esencia de rosa’ and water — of the ‘Virgen’s’ face by Dona Angelita herself.”
The Virgen’s hair was usually not removed during the dressing [ unless it was being replaced with a new one or in the occasional case that her face was being restored by Rafael del Casal, as was the case that evening, although, of course out of protocol, I did not see it ]. Usually, the first things installed after her being dabbed with a solution of “esencia de rosa” and water were her “velo” lace-edged bonnet and “cuello” neck ruff of white lace. An hour before that, the late 1800s necklace of Colombian emeralds and diamonds [ or any other necklace or ornament ] had been carefully sewn on to the neck ruff, ensuring that it was centered.
[ During the prewar, when all her magnificent jewels were still used for the "La Naval de Manila" procession, one of the first things that had to be put on the Virgen was her antique pearl "rosario," before the "plancha de plata" vest and sleeves, and gold "rostrillo." It would be nearly impossible to install her "rosario" correctly once the "plancha de plata" vest and sleeves, and specially the gold "rostrillo" were already in place. If one or the other was inadvertently forgotten [ as as the case that evening ], one would have to find an alternate way and gingerly sew it to the “cuello” neck ruff of white lace behind the sharp-edged gold “rostrillo,” quite a painful process since one’s hands would be repeatedly pricked by the “rostrillo” and the various jewels on it; it also would not hang correctly, and would be noticed by the meticulous eyes of the “camarera” Tita Menggay, displeasing her. ]
While I stood awestruck and mesmerized, as always, before the “Santo Rosario,” Tita Menggay nudged me gently and related that, for the longest time, the hole in her neck had been left open, a deliberate decision of the Spanish Dominicans to remind everyone of the sacrilegious deeds committed by the British invaders from 1762-64. The hole was supposed to have been caused by a British soldier’s sword which had effectively decapitated her. According to Tita Menggay, it was only after World War 2, already at the new Santo Domingo church in Quezon city, that the Spanish Dominicans decided to have the hole filled in by a master “santero” with similar, high-quality ivory. Again, I gave her the benefit of the doubt. The more scholarly and more plausible theory, shared by scholar par excellence Regalado “Ricky” Jose, historian Ramon “Boy” Villegas, artist Rafael del Casal, and the Virgen’s steward Rolando “Rolly” Tayo is that the hole is actually the dowel that holds the 7 separate pieces of the Virgen’s head — remarkably engineered to support heavy gold crowns by the unknown Chinese carver in 1593 — together. According to Mang Rolly, the dowel seems to extend all the way to the back of the “Virgen’s” head, it seems to come out just above her nape. That would support the more scholarly theory.
I found it curious that the Virgen only had an antique pearl “rosario” — albeit of covetable, natural saltwater pearls — of standard size and the Nino Jesus only had an antique pearl “rosario” of standard size worn on their necks, albeit with interesting “diamante”-studded crosses from the late 1700s, the way all Filipinos wore their “rosarios” during the Spanish era. Where was the outsize, big rosary of the Virgen? Rafael explained that the big goldplated brass rosary formed to an intertwined “AM” / “Auspice Maria” / “Ave Maria” on the skirt was actually an innovation of the late Rev. Fr. Augusto Antonio, O.P.. It was never the style of the “Santo Rosario” in the old Santo Domingo church in Intramuros; for centuries she and the Nino Jesus only had precious “rosarios” of standard size worn from their necks in the traditional style.
I wondered aloud if the natural saltwater pearls used for both the Virgen’s and the Nino Jesus’ “rosarios” were the very ones listed in the 1907 inventory as “gifts from our Muslim brothers in the south”? No one could answer my query. In any case, both “rosarios” by their archaic style, specially the crosses, seemed to predate 1907…
The exceedingly cute “Nino Jesus” was actually notorious for being difficult to dress, even in years/decades/centuries past, despite his small size. The ladies attending to him as he lay on a high table often “cooed,” cajoling him to finally allow them to dress him. In the end however, it was still a man’s job to dress the Nino Jesus: Mang Rolly wielded the big needle with thread that finally assembled the spectacularly embroidered “babero” bib and “tunico” tunic of the image. One did not simply slip the “tunico” to the Nino Jesus: there was a traditional, specific way of folding it in order to resemble the Dominican habit with the scapular. Mang Rolly took pride that he had been taught to dress the Nino Jesus with the “tunico Numero Uno” by Rafael del Casal, who in turn learned it from the late Rev. Fr. Augusto Antonio, O.P..
Quietly but intently observing the dressing of the Nino Jesus on a quilted white satin mat and pillow atop a simple two-tiered table, Tita Menggay sweetly reminisced that during prewar at the old Santo Domingo church in Intramuros, the Nino Jesus had a bed-cum-crib, with a cotton mattress, simple with some carvings, which was big enough to accommodate him lying down, standing up, and sideways as he was being dressed, without leaving its confines. I asked her why they did not come up with a replacement bed-cum-crib postwar at the new Santo Domingo church; she just smiled and shrugged, as if to say there were more pressing priorities during those days. We decided right there and then that we would reconstruct it; Rafael immediately volunteered to sketch its design.
For an inveterate researcher of Filipino colonial jewelry like I, having the ultrarare opportunity to see and study the 1811 & 1907 crowns and the antique jewelry of the “Santo Rosario” at close range was a fantastic education and reeducation.
Finally, after hours and hours of careful vesting, the 418 year-old “Santo Rosario” towered before us in all her 19th century magnificence, in exactly the same way Filipino historical figures — Jose P. Rizal, Juan & Antonio Luna, Gonzalo Tuason, Trinidad Ayala de Zobel, et. al. — beheld her over a century ago. “Viva La Virgen!!!”
What was surprising was, despite the overwhelming majesty and beauty of the “Santo Rosario” garbed in the magnificent regalia assembled through the centuries, the dazzling profusion of diamonds, rubies, emeralds, sapphires, pearls, and diamantes in the crowns and aureoles of solid high-karat gold… the sheer splendor and opulence did not detract from the spiritual presence of the Infant Jesus and the Blessed Mother… the only feeling I had while standing before her and the Nino Jesus was PEACE. It was a very powerful, very unusual, very different kind of peace. There was the settling and the ordering of all interior chaos, the immediate flight of persistent demons, the calming of all cerebral turbulences, the stilling of emotional waters, the dissipation of tempestuous passions… In their healing presence, I felt a profound, settled peace that eludes me most hours of my life. Although I could not verbalize it that time, I simply wanted to stay in their presence… forever.
Tita Menggay looked over the big, early 19th century gold “aureola” with its exquisite “sala-salamin” details [ ref. to Martin I. Tinio ] and revealed that the genuine gems were concentrated on its upper half and that most of the stones in the lower half were of paste [ faceted glass ].
Rafael excitedly pointed to the very lovely and exceedingly rare “gota de aceite” Colombian emerald set in the 1811 crown of the Nino Jesus.
The “Santo Rosario” had to be moved several times during the course of the pictorial by Mang Rolly’s team of 4 – 6 strong men [ who gallantly stayed up the whole night to help out ] using the “pinggas” hardwood poles. It was always a stressful process because of the fragility of the magnificent 1811 crowns and the “capa Numero Uno”; every movement could cause a gem to fall off the crowns or the gilt silver threads to unravel off the “capa.” Tita Tunggay’s assistant Vince Salac, possessed of excellent eyesight and hearing, diligently stood guard with all senses on alert in case anything would fall off or unravel, and was always the first to crouch on the floor on all fours if there was even a slight, suspect sound. Practicing such care and diligence, there was not a single mishap involving the treasures of the “Santo Rosario” during the pictorial.
Constantly mindful of the great honor and privilege of being there, all through the 15 1/2 hours, I silently prayed intermittently for the millions of devotees of the Blessed Mother, venerated as the “Santo Rosario” — ladies and gentlemen, girls and boys — who would have given anything — anything at all!!! — to be in my place that one unforgettably marvelous evening and I mentally [ psychically ] tried to share my joy with them.
After the pictorial, the jewels and the crowns of the “Santo Rosario” were quickly removed, diligently returned to their packets and boxes, carefully accounted for, and immediately returned to the bank with the tightest security.
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Nearly 2 months later, on Sunday, 25 September 2011…
At 1:30 p.m., 2 long candles on tall silver candelabra were lit before the “Santo Rosario” and the holy rosary was recited…
Rafael spent the afternoon making improvements on the eyes of the “Virgen” and the “Nino Jesus”…
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The next day, Monday, 26 September 2011…
3 days before the “Santo Rosario’s” planned visit to the UST University of Santo Tomas for its Quadricentennial 1611 – 2011 celebrations [ Wednesday - Thursday, 28 - 29 September 2011 ], and 4 days before the Enthronement ceremonies that would begin the “La Naval de Manila 2011″ novena [ Thursday, 29 September 2011 ], the Rev. Fr. Prior, the “camarera” Tita Menggay Reyes, the Mother Superior of the Dominican Sisters of Sienna, Tita Tunggay Reyes, Mang Rolly Tayo, and a very small team of devotees gathered at the hall at 8:30 a.m. for the gala vesting of the “Santo Rosario” for “La Naval de Manila 2011″…
It had been decided weeks before by the Rev. Fr. Prior and the “camarera” Tita Menggay that the vestments commissioned and donated by the Chua family in 2004 would be used for this year’s “La Naval de Manila 2011″…
At exactly 8:30 a.m., as was the custom through the centuries, 2 long candles on tall silver candelabra were lit before the “Santo Rosario” and the holy rosary, led by the Rev. Fr. Prior, was recited…
As always, the gentlemen were not allowed into the hall until the “Virgen” had been gently cleaned with the mild solution of “esencia de rosa” and water, her several layers of exquisite “nagwas” changed, and she was already wearing her formal, fully-embroidered dress. It was the gentlemen’s function to help install the heavy gala “capa” and the heavy crowns, specially the big, Swarovski crystal-studded “aureola,” which the ladies could not handle by themselves.
And I witnessed a bit of the “camarera” and her assistants at the prewar Santo Domingo church in Intramuros…
“Tunggay! It’s too high!” Tita Menggay scolded her dutiful daughter sternly from her wheelchair. The new ‘cuello’ [ neck ruff ] of white lace, donated by a devout Chinese banker [ personally made by the latter, from instructions provided by Rafael del Casal ], was obscuring the chin of the “Virgen.” Tita Tunggay promptly untied it, repositioned it, and then knotted it again.
“Tunggay! It’s too high! Lower!” Tita Menggay demanded. Again, Tita Tunggay diligently untied it, repositioned it, and then knotted it again. But the old lady was still not pleased with the result.
“Mommy, when the ‘rostrillo’ is installed, the ‘cuello’ [ neck ruff ] will go down too, by itself…” Tita Tunggay reasoned patiently with her increasingly assertive mother.
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At 12:45 p.m., Tita Tunggay told her mother Tita Menggay that it was time to go home for lunch. Tita Menggay was supported by Tita Tunggay and a maid as she struggled to stand up and approached the “Santo Rosario”… It was touching to witness her — an old lady of aristocratic family, but of simple faith, who had served “La Gran Senora” for nearly 9 decades, 7 of them as “camarera” — address the “Virgen”: “Paumanhin po at kakain muna kami. Huwag po ninyo akong pabayaan… Huwag po ninyo kaming pababayaan…”
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7:45 p.m., Friday, 30 September 2011, first day of the “La Naval de Manila” novena…
We had kept watch as the innovative floral arrangements — masses of flowers juxtaposed against masses of green leaves — for the next 2 days of the novena, sponsored by Tita Menggay’s family, had gone up…
We finally went home at 4:30 a.m., just when the church was stirring for the 5:30 a.m. novena services for the second day of “La Naval de Manila”…
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“Salve, Regina, mater misericordiae; vita dulcedo et spes nostra, salve. Ad te clamamus, exsules filii Evæ. Ad te suspiramus, gementes et flentes in hac lacrimarum valle. Eia ergo, advocata nostra, illos tuos misericordes oculos ad nos converte. Et lesum benedictum fructum ventris tui,nobis post hoc exsilium ostende. O clemens, O pia, O dulcis Virgo Maria.”
“Dios te salve, Reina y Madre de misericordia, vida dulzura y esperanza nuestra; Dios te salve. A Ti llamamos los desterrados hijos de Eva; a Ti suspiramos, gimiendo y llorando, en esta valle de lágrimas. Ea, pues, Señora, abogada nuestra, vuelve a nosotros esos tus ojos misericordiosos; y después de este destierro muéstranos a Jesús, fruto bendito de tu vientre.¡Oh clementísima! ¡Oh piadosa! ¡Oh dulce siempre Virgen María!”
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From the bottom of my heart, thank you very much for the experience of a lifetime, Fr. Jepoy, Fr. Larry, Tita Menggay, Tita Tunggay, Mang Rolly, and Rafael !!! [ Rev. Fr. Giuseppe Pietro Arsciwals, O.P., Prior of the Santo Domingo church and convent, Rev. Fr. Lauro de Dios, O.P., Carmen Reyes [ y ] de los Reyes de Reyes, “camarera” of the “Santo Rosario,” Angelita Reyes, Rolando Tayo, & Rafael del Casal. ]
Acknowledgments: prewar pix of the “Santo Rosario” in the Flickr.com photostream of Victor Ancheta; video of the hymn “Salve Regina” by PapalMusic on YouTube; video of the hymn “Regina Sacratissimi Rosarii” by R.G. Lazaro on YouTube.
*unfinished*
Addenda:
September 24, 2006 at 9:14 am (1800s Filipinas, 1900s Philippines, 19th century Filipino Art, Family Traditions, Filipino Art, Personal, Random memories, Religious Traditions, The Global Crowd, The Manilenos, The Past)
September 24, 2011 at 12:42 pm (2000s Philippines, Angst, Personal, Random memories, The Batanguenos, The Cebuanos, The Ilonggos, The Laguna Tagalogs, The Manilenos, The Negrenses, The Pampanguenos, Tristesse)
“Oh-my-God.” is all I can utter as my jaws drop to the ground…
Close friends tell me their life stories and I wonder why their considerable individual fortunes have not spared or even shielded them from life’s vicissitudes, or frankly, misfortunes of every shape, size, and impact…
How nice to wake up in 1,000 thread count French sheets; to groom up in an entirely German bathroom; to dress in beautiful European clothes, and shoes, and bags; to have a delicious breakfast with family on china, silver, and linen, served by several household staff; to go to work driven in one of your 12 luxury vehicles steered by one of your longtime, loyal drivers; to hold your primary office in a prestigious corporate address; to lunch with your business partners at the current best restos; to dine elegantly in your friends’ equally beautiful houses with their similarly impressive art collections; to travel abroad comfortably, always B.C., with the better airlines and and to stay in the better hotels; to live better than 99.99999 % of all people in the planet…
Or is it???
How nice to be rich, whatever that means…
But very much like the average Juan de la Cruz and the regular Joes of the world, they are, incredibly enough, struck down by everyday frustrations, personal and professional failures, personal and corporate bankruptcies, separations and divorces, family feuds, loneliness and unhappiness, unusual health issues, chronic and terminal diseases, and ultimately, even death.
Perhaps that is why it’s termed as a “gilded” life, not a “gold” life… it’s only a thin, really thin, veneer of gold on the outside… even if it’s “fire-gilded” or “dorado de fuego”…
September 6, 2011 at 3:07 pm (1900s Philippines, 2000s Philippines, Random memories, The Batanguenos, The Bicolanos, The Bulaquenos, The Cagayanons, The Cavitenos, The Cebuanos, The Davaoenos, The Global Crowd, The Ilocanos, The Ilonggos, The Laguna Tagalogs, The Leytenos, The Manilenos, The Negrenses, The Novo Ecijanos, The Pampanguenos, The Pangasinenses, The Past, The Samarenos, The Tarlaquenos, The Tayabenses / Quezonians)
Appearances, appearances, appearances… as defined by the legendary Diana Vreeland.
There are just some Filipina ladies who naturally have “star power”…
The Power of Glamour…
Pacita Ongsiako de los Reyes-Phillips.
Conching Chuidian Sunico.
Monina Acuna.
Victoria Ledesma Lopez-Araneta [ Mrs. Salvador Araneta ].
Angela Olgado-Zobel [ Mrs. Jacobo Zobel ].
Mercedes Zobel-McMicking [ Mrs. Joseph McMicking ].
Virginia Llamas-Romulo [ Mrs. Carlos Romulo ].
Carmen Planas.
Lourdes “Lourding” Alunan.
Charito Moreno.
Telly Albert-Zulueta.
Clarita Tankiang.
Angelina “Gely” Fajardo-Lopez [ Mrs. Francisco Lopez ].
Lourdes Luciano-Ocampo [ Mrs. Fernando Ocampo ].
Victoria “Vicky” Syquia Quirino-Gonzalez-Delgado [ Mrs. Chito Gonzalez; Mrs. Francisco Delgado Sr. ].
Maria Paz “Pacita” Madrigal-Warns-Gonzalez [ Mrs. Herman Warns; Mrs. Gonzalo Gonzalez ].
Consuelo “Chito” Madrigal-Vazquez-Collantes [ Mrs. Luis Vazquez; Mrs. Manuel Collantes ].
Maria Luisa “Ising” Madrigal-Vazquez [ Mrs. Daniel Vazquez ].
Josefina “Pitang” Buyson-Eusebio.
Nelly Montilla-Paterno-Lovina.
Lily de las Alas-Padilla [ Mrs. Ambrosio Padilla ].
Carmen Guerrero-Cruz-Nakpil [ Mrs. Ismael Cruz; Mrs. Angel Nakpil ].
Priscilla “Prissy” de la Fuente-Sison [ Mrs. Carlos Moran Sison ].
Nelly Lacson-Gonzalez [ Mrs. Dindo Gonzalez ].
Letty Lizares-del Rosario.
Nena Lacson-Garcia.
Celine Lacson-Heras.
Sonia Gamboa-Santos.
Imelda Ongsiako-Cojuangco [ Mrs. Ramon Cojuangco ].
Marie Theresa “Bebe” Gallardo Lammoglia-Virata [ Mrs. Leonides Virata ].
Chona Recto-Ysmael-Kasten [ Mrs. Ysmael; Mrs. Hans Kasten ].
Mary Hernandez-Prieto [ Mrs. Leo Prieto ].
Joji Felix-Velarde.
Elvira Ledesma-Manahan [ Mrs. Constantino Manahan ].
Maria “Baby” Araneta Araneta-Fores [ Mrs. Raul Fores ].
Angeles “Nene” Tuason-Quimson.
Presentacion “Presy” Moreno Lopez-Psinakis.
Imelda Romualdez-Marcos [ Mrs. Ferdinand Marcos ].
Zita Fernandez-Feliciano.
Cristina Castaner-Ponce Enrile [ Mrs. Juan Ponce Enrile ].
Edith Nakpil-Rabat.
Fe Sarmiento-Panlilio [ Mrs. Jose Panlilio ].
Maria Victoria “Minnie” de la Rama Osmena.
Amparito Llamas-Lhuillier [ Mrs. Michel Lhuillier ].
Isabel Arrastia Preysler.
Cristina Valdes.
Toni Serrano-Parsons.
Maria Victoria “Marivic” Madrigal Vazquez.
Maria Cristina “Maricris” Cardenas-Zobel [ Mrs. Inigo Zobel ].
Rose Anne Cu-Unjieng de Pampelonne.
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[ *The list is restricted to the ladies of the "de buena familia." ]
