Eminence Gris

He returned quietly but triumphantly to Manila in 1998 after almost twenty years of an immensely successful self-exile in the United States.  In that span of time, He had become inexplicably, enormously rich in the information technology and telecommunications sectors in the southern United States and in South America.  And it was this Great Wealth that immediately established Him in Manila as a person of great political influence.

Manila buzzed excitedly about this new arrival.  Everyone was fascinated by how terribly rich He was.  He casually purchased a Php 250 million mansion, a onetime presidential property, in the city’s poshest enclave.  To furnish it, He and his wife were referred by none other than the President of the Republic to the favorite antique shop of Manila High Society, which was owned by the President’s very good friend — an enormously successful and feisty lady entrepreneur who shared the President’s taste for frank bar room-brawl conversation and bawdy, earthy humor [ but she was not a mistress of his ].  There they chose “interesting furniture” and ran up a bill of Php 20 million in just four hours.  The bill was promptly settled in cold cash.  In USD dollars even.  The lady who owned the antique shop — a dear friend of mine — was absolutely ecstatic over the single fastest and biggest sale she had made in her entire 40 year career.  Even the former First Lady had never made that incredible a single purchase, nor were her bills settled that fast and in cash.  He and his wife also sauntered leisurely to a decorative arts center and purchased the biggest Baccarat crystal chandeliers available, to the tune of Php millions as well. 

I wasn’t surprised at all.  I knew Him from some twenty years back.  He was my brother’s good friend at that time.  He was a rapidly rising wheeler dealer in all sorts of lucrative contracts and transactions.  He dealt with government bureaucrats, army generals, even leftists… in short, with anybody who could make a big deal.  Even then — dark, rough, and gruff as he was — He was already the self-made tycoon material.  One already knew that The Man would eventually amass a great fortune in the swashbuckling style of Nathan Mayer Rothschild, Aristotle Onassis, and Adnan Khashoggi. 

He had already separated from his meek and submissive first wife by then.  He had fallen in love madly with the young and very pretty, 18 year old best friend of my 18 year old sister-in-law.  But the young and very pretty girl’s mother was a fierce Capampangan lady who would not allow Him twenty meters near her precious daughter.  The fierce Capampangan lady was an avid “mah-jong” player, so He, my brother, and his wife nicknamed her “Kang!”…

Almost everyday, He came to have lunch at our house to be with his young and very pretty girlfriend, who was whisked there by my brother and his wife, who was her best friend.  They were actually strategy sessions to find a way to escape the clutches of “Kang!” so that the couple could finally be together.

And escape from “Kang!” they did.  In almost fairy tale fashion.  One late evening, the young and very pretty girlfriend tied her blankets together and slid down from the second floor balcony of her house to her waiting Prince Charming, who was as dark as the darkness that concealed him.  “Kang!” was expectedly furious when she found out the morning after, but she could not do anything anymore…

Everything would have been fine had He not run against some powerful individuals.  All of a sudden, He had to leave the country at once.

In the rush to leave, He left my brother with a shoebox containing two million pesos [ this was 1979 ].  My brother eventually found a way to send it to Him.

He found himself in the United States of America where He made the truly enormous fortune that He had always dreamed of.  And the rest, as they say, is History…

Even “Kang!”.

      

Daddy Who???

I was in a _____ Clan Lunch yesterday [ one of several clans I belong to ] at Wack-Wack Village and the table talk turned to a recent wedding that some clan members had attended at — where else? — the chichi Santuario de San Antonio Church in posh Forbes Park, Makati City.

It would have been the usual Manila High Society Wedding were it not for the conjectures about the bridegroom’s father, supposedly a former President. The mother was a controversial society beauty who never hid her liaison with the general-turned-President.

According to the attendees, the bridegroom looked very much like the younger sister — a onetime Senator — of the supposed father.

It is currently the talk of the town, at least until a new inane thing comes along… :P :P :P

Rude for a Reason

“For putting together all kinds of people in a gay, airy, but flawless setting, I have never known anyone to equal Lady Mendl… She mixes people like a cocktail, and the result is sheer genius!”

— The Duchess of Windsor [ Wallis Warfield ] on Lady Mendl [ Elsie de Wolfe ]

A good mix of people, as every hostess or host knows, is an essential ingredient of a successful dinner party.  But sometimes, just sometimes, the mix is truly intoxicating, and it results — for better or for worse — in a more-than-memorable dinner party…

Years ago, I had been requested by influential friends to entertain a very social English aristocrat — a genuine one — who was generally acknowledged in London as Britain’s foremost partygiver.  My friends enjoyed the entertainments at the elegant PostWar family home because everything was done in a strict, traditional French or English style, totally without the mediocre preparations and scant attention to detail that were the hallmarks of contemporary entertaining at that time [ up to the present ]. 

As a good host, I decided to invite people whom I thought our English Lord would find interesting.  But as a bad host, I simply did not take into account the various issues my friends may have had vis-a-vis each other.  I was not going to follow the example of the legendary French-American woman of style Daisy Fellowes [ Marguerite Severine Philippine Singer Decazes de Glucksbierg-de Broglie-Fellowes ], who enjoyed deliberately inviting and seating people who hated each other side by side at her dinner parties.  I didn’t want to be a Sadist, at least, not intentionally.

Among several prominent lady guests that evening was a dear friend, a Spanish mestiza heiress to a large Manila and Barcelona real estate fortune.  There were two beautiful ”peaches-and-cream” Negrense cousins, heiresses to a southern fortune.  Another good friend was an heiress to a vast shipping and real estate empire, who years later became a Senator of the Republic. There was a top international model, the only Filipina who ever graced the Paris runways.  Also present was the elegant and erudite wife of an Australian magnate.  Another one was a lady I admired for her outstanding intellectual and artistic qualities:  the daughter of a former President of the Republic.  She was accompanied by her maternal second cousin, a popular socialite who was the embodiment of a chichi 1960s Assumption Convent education.

Among the distinguished gentlemen was a former Governor of the Central Bank, a renowned technocrat and businessman, a prominent historian who was witness to the grand historical visions and plans of a former President, a Spanish mestizo architect of patrician lineage, an Australian magnate,  a handsome scion of a southern fortune, a well-known creative genius belonging to an old Manila family of intellectuals, a young, expensively-educated lawyer on the rise, and a young, brilliant, Waseda-educated banker, who years later headed a large Singaporean conglomerate.

Cocktails were served inside the house.  The guests spilled from the Entrance Hall to the Living Room, through the Dining Room, and to the Library.  It was all very convivial, until the last guests arrived —  the former President’s daughter and her cousin.  I came forward to greet them and proceeded to introduce the two ladies to the guest of honor…

It was fortunate that there was so much conversation and laughter going on when my dear friend, the Spanish mestiza real estate heiress, stared derisively at the last arrivals and asked audibly:  “What is She doing here???”     

My friend continued:  “Look at Her…  laughing like that!  Who does She think she is?  What right does She have to smile like that???!!!”

“Had I known that there would be people like that here tonight, I wouldn’t have come.  You shouldn’t have people like that in our parties, Toto!”  she exclaimed.

Dinner was served “al fresco” at the terrace.

It was a very lucky thing that I had decided to use small round tables for four instead of seating everyone in one long table, as was usually the case for smaller dinner parties.  Seated, one felt that there was a big dinner party going on, but one also felt the intimacy of a small dinner party.  I seated the English Lord with the former President’s daughter, her cousin, and the former Governor of the Central Bank.  I seated the Spanish mestiza real estate heiress with the patrician Spanish mestizo architect, the shipping and real estate heiress, and the well-known technocrat and businessman.  In that way, the tensions during cocktails were dissipated.

But after dinner, just before dessert and coffee, the ladies wanted to go to the powder room.  I had directed the staff to prepare my late grandmother’s elegant Art Deco style bedroom and the adjoining bathroom upstairs for the ladies’ use.  And so they trooped upstairs in twos and threes…

I didn’t know that my dear friend was still upset over the presence of the former President’s daughter.  In fact, she was already livid.  The wines had not sweetened her disposition.  She had just emerged from the bathroom to find the latter and her cousin awaiting their turn.  The two “peaches-and-cream” Negrense heiresses were looking around the bedroom.

My dear friend turned ballistic… 

She launched her tirade just before the presidential daughter and her cousin entered the bathroom:  “Who do you think you are???  Do you know what your Father did?  Do you know what lives were destroyed?  You people have no right coming back here… ever!!!”

The presidential daughter and her cousin very good-naturedly — and expertly —  smiled everything off… They entered the bathroom and closed the door quietly.

The two “peaches-and-cream” Negrense cousins restrained my dear friend.  It only dawned on me afterwards that the two were actually the first cousins of her Pampango husband’s Negrense first cousins…

The Party resumed when all the ladies had returned downstairs.  The various fresh fruits, desserts, champagne — followed by excellent coffee, various teas, liqueurs, and chocolates put Everyone in a lighter mood and the evening — mercifully enough — ended gracefully.

I understood and sympathized with my dear friend.  I thought I did, at least until I found out more about her family.  My own family lost thousands of hectares of agricultural lands due to that former President’s decree.  Our financial underpinnings were compromised during those years.  It was a herculean effort by my mother — the “outsider” — to get our investments off and running again.  We eventually recovered years later… albeit bruised, bumped, and banged all over the place. 

It was a few days later that another affluent friend told me the story…

Our heiress friend belonged to a Spanish mestizo family in the uppermost reaches of Filipino Society.  They were the kind of family that had been rich — actually very rich — for generations, actually, for more than two hundred years already [ the original family wealth dated to 1764 and even preceded the 1820s beginnings of the vast Roxas-de Ayala-Zobel-Soriano fortunes ].  Her industrialist great grandfather, a scion of an affluent Spanish-Chinese-Filipino family, was a business genius who continually prospered in whatever field he involved himself.  Among many business interests,  he invested large sums in a beverage corporation which turned in enormous profits.  His immense fortune — actually an agglomeration, a cluster of several fortunes — survived intact because He only had three sons and one daughter, who was as astute a businesswoman as her father.  She in turn, only had one daughter, who became the mother of our dear friend.

The Family was as low-key and as understated as they were rich, so that they were only known to the uppermost segment of Filipino Society.  That segment knew that the family held a large block of shares of the enormously profitable beverage corporation.  And through the grapevine, it came to the attention of the current President then, who, along with a legion of big businessmen, also had his sights on the said corporation.  Through a relentless and maddening series of political and social maneuverings, made by many interested parties on all sides, The Family was “persuaded” to relinquish their large block of shares in the corporation.  It was profoundly painful because it was a “herencia” a inheritance, a remembrance of their revered great grandfather.  A significant part of their heritage had been unjustly taken from them [ as with so many others as well, at that time ].  But they were very fortunate in the sense that the “persuasion” was accompanied by correct compensation; it was not an outright confiscation — which was something that that presidency was so notorious for.

Since they were very rich, they had no pressing need for the enormous funds that were the remuneration for their involuntary sale of the large block of the beverage corporation’s shares of stock.  So they simply purchased Real Estate… Everywhere. 

They became even richer than they already were…

A few weeks later at another dinner party, I found myself seated with my dear Spanish mestiza heiress friend at one table.  She related to me that she had told her mother about her behavior at my dinner.  Her mother was not proud of her. 

The aristocratic mother rebuked her in ice-cold water tones:  “I did not raise you to behave badly.  I did not raise you to be rude.  Those people have done something bad to us and it is their problem, not ours.”

Spoken like a true, high-born lady.

The irony of it all was that my dear Spanish mestiza heiress friend was actually a second cousin of the husband of the former President’s daughter.  The mother of my dear friend was a paternal first cousin of the [ former President's daughter's ] husband’s father.  The maternal grandfather of my dear friend was the brother of the husband’s paternal grandmother.  And they had the same great grandparents:  Don Jose Z. y A. and Dona Rosa R.!  That is how small [ a certain part of ] Manila is!!!   :P    :P    :P  

Remind me not to “mix people like a cocktail”… because the result is Sheer Disaster!!!

        

      

   

          

Lobsters at Malacanang

Brother Andrew Benjamin Gonzalez F.S.C. of the De La Salle Brothers [ The Brothers of the Christian Schools ] became the Secretary of Education of the Joseph Estrada Administration in 1998.  He was recommended to the Estrada Cabinet by Senator Edgardo Angara.  Brother Andrew consulted with Jaime Cardinal Sin who encouraged him to accept the appointment; he received the support of the influential Catholic Church.  His appointment was big news.  Very influential people visited him.  Even the most influential Eminence Gris of the Estrada Administration, who wielded enormous power behind the presidency — whom we had known two decades earlier as an utterly brilliant, big leagues wheeler-dealer on the rise ala Aristotle Onassis and Adnan Khashoggi — came for Sunday lunch. 

He was possessed of outstanding intellectual brilliance, an intense managerial drive, a profound social conscience, and several other sterling qualities but he was totally unsuited for the Machiavellian world of Politics, even for the relatively small-time world, globally speaking, of Philippine Politics.

Initially, and predictably enough, He was thrilled by it All.  He was pleasantly surprised that President Joseph Estrada, like himself, liked to eat well, very well indeed, and that his Boss knew how to order a Good Spread.  Good Food was Brother Andrew’s only passion.  He actually enjoyed going to Estrada Cabinet meetings — certainly not for the political networkings of which he, the Secretary of Education with the biggest department budget, was usually the target — but because there was always a luxurious and extensive buffet.  Aside from the usual “lechon” [ roasted pig ], which he found prosaic, there was a variety of seafood, including [ well-prepared ] lobsters, which he enjoyed immensely.    The beautiful Gemma Cruz told me that she and Brother Andrew used to compare their choices in the buffet.    

He was so naive — or perhaps just too principled — that he made some big political mistakes during his tenure.  He plainly did not understand why some people went to illegal lengths to make big profits.  Because he stood in the way of the accustomed profits of powerful political lords, ways were found to be rid of him effectively.

Years later,  it is especially gratifying — very gratifying indeed — to witness firsthand the vicissitudes of those politicians’ lives:  the disintegration of their families, the diminution of their influence, the dissipation of their power, and the dissolution of their empires, wrought by Fate.  It is true that there is justice in this world — not the defective ones of legal systems — but the more exacting, more precise, and consequently far more painful exchanges demanded by forces beyond human control.    

The Thing was, Brother Andrew really did not concern himself with the differences between luxury vehicles and mass vehicles.  As a visionary executive, He characteristically had far more important things in his mind.  What mattered was that He would arrive at his destination… whole.  What also mattered was that the vehicle could support his weight [ some 300 lbs. at his heaviest ].  But that was it as far as vehicles were concerned.

People just assumed that he had ridden in Jaguars, Mercedes Benzes, Cadillacs, and BMWs all his life.  That wasn’t true.  I used to bring him back to the De La Salle University on Sunday nights after our family dinner in an Isuzu Fuego pick-up truck.  It was the same pick-up truck that I used to go weekly to Nueva Ecija to conclude the mess that Marcos’ Agrarian Reform made out of our tenants’ lives…

But All That is “Water under the Bridge” so to speak.

One quiet Sunday dinner after the End of the Estrada Administration, I asked him:  “Brother, when did you sense that the Administration was falling apart?”

I thought that he would go on a belabored thesis about the faults of the President, of his family, of his associates.  I presumed that he would embark on an encompassing dissertation about the Cabinet, about the Congress, about the Senate.  I expected that he would launch an extended digression on the political ills of Manila, the Philippines, ASEAN, The World.  But he didn’t…

Pausing over the steak, he looked up and thought briefly, then replied with that innocent look on his face:  “You know, I started to think that things were going downhill when, at Malacanang, Lobsters were no longer served!!!”

That was certainly an appropriate answer, considering the ignominy of it all.

         

Aristocratic Furniture by Don Jose Antonio Ortoll

My Lola Charing [ Dona Rosario Arnedo de Gonzalez ], basically an innocent provincial, was prodded by Dona Dolores “Lolita” Arguelles de Buencamino  to order all the new furniture for her [ new ] 1949 residence from Don Jose Antonio Ortoll, the Catalan businessman who designed and produced the most exquisite furniture for Manila’s highest of high society.   He designed her living room furniture in the style of the House of Jansen in Paris, then headed by the legendary interior architect and decorator Stephane Boudin; the upholstered suite was elegantly restrained in style but embellished with light Louis XV details: cabriole legs and “pied de bouche” feet.  It was stuffed with horsehair, cotton, and goose down and upholstered in expensive “broche de Lille” silk imported from France.  He designed her dining room furniture in a Filipino version of the English Regency style, taking inspiration from a singularly magnificent late 19th century bone-inlaid sideboard and a large PreWar round dining room table with paw feet in Tampingco style that she already had.  He designed lyrical bone-inlaid dining chairs in a Greek ”klismos” style with paw feet.  The chairs were upholstered in expensive striped French silk.    The furniture he produced was magnificent and of the highest quality.  To enhance the furniture, Senor Ortoll and his decorator assistant flew to Hong Kong to choose suitable, antique polychrome Ch’ing Dynasty porcelain from the city’s most reputable dealers.   The bill was expectedly baronial.  Lola Charing nearly fainted, as it amounted to tens of thousands [ this was 1951 ].  But she completely understood that Senor Ortoll and his work were absolutely first class. 

His work was simply not found in lesser homes.  Lola Charing and her children were discreetly proud that their furniture was by Don Jose Antonio Ortoll, and not by the usual, and certainly lesser, ”society” furniture manufacturers like *beep,*  *beep,*  *beep,* and *beep.*

Don Jose Antonio Ortoll married the sole heiress Dona Concepcion Zaragoza y Tuason on 08 December 1941, the very day of the Japanese invasion and the start of The War in the Philippines.  Dona Concepcion was the only daughter of Dona Carolina Tuason and the prominent lawyer Don Salvador Zaragoza y Roxas.  Dona Carolina Tuason de Zaragoza was the daughter of the late 19th century industrialist Don Gonzalo Tuason y Patino, who was among the richest men in the Philippines at the turn of the 20th century, along with the Paris resident Don Pedro Pablo Roxas y Castro and the young Don Enrique Zobel y de Ayala [ whose father, the very rich intellectual genius Don Jacobo Zobel y Zangroniz had passed away on 07 October 1896 ].  The affluent Spanish mestizo community in Manila recalls that the two richest women in PreWar Philippines were Dona Carolina Tuason de Zaragoza and the younger Dona Mercedes Zobel de McMicking.

    

  

       

Sor Esperanza Cu-Unjieng

All my lady friends who graduated from the chichi Assumption Convent concur that Mother Esperanza Cu-Unjieng was an unforgettable character.

To begin with, Sor Esperanza Cu-Unjieng was an heiress.  The Cu-Unjieng [ pronounced Kooh-Oonying ] are a rich Manila family of Chinese descent. 

The old — and far more elegant — Neo-Gothic style campus of the Assumption Convent was formerly located on Calle Herran in Ermita, Manila [ now the Robinson's Complex ]. 

At that time, She was addressed as “Madame Espy.”

She was not an attractive woman, not even an attractive Oriental woman.  But her brother, Dr. Cu-Unjieng, who was the school physician, was, inexplicably enough [ considering he was a brother of "Madame Espy" ], a rather attractive man.  Many of the students had a crush on him.

Her demeanor was not that of a pious nun, but that of a snooty socialite, which she really was. 

Her favorites were the Iloilo and Bacolod “peaches-and-cream” heiresses.

The young Esperanza Cu-Unjieng’s first social coup, in PreWar [ 1925 to be exact ], was “matching” the Manila aristocrat Salvador Zaragoza Araneta, the handsomest young man of that time, with the Iloilo heiress Victoria Ledesma Lopez, the most eligible young lady of that time.  Sor Esperanza credited herself for the much-heralded “alta sociedad” match, and never failed to remind Don Salvador’s and Dona Victoria’s eldest daughter, and youngest daughter as well,  who studied at the Assumption Convent — Carmen Lopez Araneta [ Mrs. Jose M. Segovia ] and Regina Lopez Araneta [ Mrs. Enrique J. Teodoro ] — that she was responsible for bringing their father and mother together in the first place!!! 

According to ”VLA,” the biography of Victoria Lopez de Araneta, written by granddaughter Bettina Araneta Teodoro:  ”And then there was the party given by Esperanza Cu-Unjieng, before she became a nun [ and, many years later, Mother Esperanza of the Assumption Convent ].  The party began at 11 o’ clock on the morning, in an industrial area bordering the Pasig River.  There the guests boarded two motor launches — one for the young and one for the old — and enjoyed the sail along the river to the Cu-Unjieng residence in Mandaluyong.”

“Victoria and Salvador were partnered together at this party, a social custom to ensure that everyone had a companion.  It was a decision the hostess — according to Victoria and Salvador’s daughter, Regina — always claimed was ultimately responsible for the Aranetas’ union.  Regina also believes this was the only time her parents had been on anything resembling a date.”   

In those PostWar days, the students of the Assumption Convent were still obliged to make an elegant curtsy — a full one — whenever they met any of The Nuns.

The Assumption Convent was an expensive and exclusive girls’ school — perhaps the Philippine equivalent of Farmington and Miss Porter’s in the United States — and in the 1950s, all of the students, with no exception, came from affluent Filipino families.  All of the students spoke Spanish fluently, as it was invariably spoken in their homes.  And for more elegance, French language classes were offered, French I and II.

The Assumption Convent hierarchy then was headed by “Notre Mere” [ "Our Mother" ], the Mother Provincial, a position always held by a French nun.  Then came the Mother Superior, “Madame Veronique,” who was also French.  After her came “Madame Angela,” Sor Angela Ansaldo, the pretty daughter of a prominent Manila family.  Then, preceding everybody else, was “Madame Espy,” Sor Esperanza Cu-Unjieng, heiress to a large Chinese fortune.

There was also the overweight ”Madame Blanca,” Sor Blanca Perez Rubio, the beautiful daughter of a rich and prominent Spanish mestizo Manila family.  Her singular claim to fame was that she attracted the attention of the Prince of Wales [ HRH Edward Albert Christian George Andrew Patrick David of Windsor; the future King Edward VIII; the future Duke of Windsor ] when he visited Manila in May 1922 [ before the 15th ] and played at the Manila Polo Club, where he had an accident which left him with a long deep cut above one of his eyes.  She was his single biggest crush in Manila.  However, unlike the Duchess of Windsor [ Bessie Wallis Montague Warfield-Spencer-Simpson-Windsor ], Blanca Perez Rubio was really beautiful and did not look like a man.    

The ladies remembered the otherwise aristocratic ”Madame Espy” on the telephone lapsing into fluent Chinese as she ordered the day’s “merienda” of “siopao” and “siomai” for the students from the popular “Ma Mon Luk” Restaurant.  If one did not see her in her nun’s habit, one would think that she was a Chinese woman in her cheongsam with the tight shoes.        

There is a famous story of how Mother Esperanza summoned an incorrigibly tardy student and her parents.  The young lady, her mother, and her father arrived at Mother Esperanza’s office.  The parents politely explained that their daughter was occasionally tardy because the car — apparently their only one — first had to bring her older siblings to their schools.

Mother Esperanza was unconvinced, and thoroughly unimpressed, by their explanation.

Mother Esperanza declared:  “What’s the problem?  Buy another car!”

Spoken like a rich woman!!!   :P    :P    :P

She may have had her superiors, but She was Everyone’s Boss.  She supervised Everything and Anything within the confines of the Assumption Convent.  An intern, now in her early 70s, merrily recalled that she had been secretly exchanging letters with her boyfriend who was at the PMA The Philippine Military Academy in Baguio.  “Madame Espy” found out and sarcastically asked her:  “And what can that young man feed you???  Grass???!!!”   

In the summer of 1953, “Madame Espy” took some girls on a tour, actually a shopping tour, of Hong Kong.  They all stayed at The Peninsula Hotel and ate at the posh restaurants.  They also went to the exclusive shops, and to the expensive jewelers.  Because she was an heiress and was so used to the good life, ”Madame Espy” really knew her shopping:  she pointed to all the best things and wisely advised the girls on their purchases. 

A “Holy Year” was always an excuse to go on a “pilgrimage” to Europe.  As always, “Madame Espy” led the Assumption Convent group.  Because the order was based in France, she brought them to The Mother House in Auteuil just outside Paris.  There they honored the memory of the Foundress of the Sisters of the Assumption, Mere Marie-Eugenie de Jesus [ Eugenie Milleret de Bron o 1817 - + 1898 ].    And of course, The Louvre.  Then she brought the girls to the Place Vendome, where the best jewelers were.  She waved her hand at the jewelry shops and discreetly advised the girls:  “Your husbands should be able to provide you with those nice things…”

The ladies also remembered excursions to “Ja-Le” Beach.  There, “Madame Espy” felt free to dance “The Boogie” with a priest friend to the tunes of Elvis Presley…!!!  

Actually, “Madame Espy” knew how to have fun…the “right” kind!!!

In the late 1960s, “Flower Power” and Everything Hip came into the scene.  Modernity was the zeitgeist and it inevitably permeated the conservative and refined culture of the Assumption Convent.

In the Era of “dehins” [ "hindi" / no ], “erpat” [ "pater" / father ], “ermat” [ "mater" / mother ], and other new and “groovy” Filipino slang terms, Mother Esperanza Cu-Unjieng was nicknamed “Sor Espot” by the students. 

It was the time of “Oye chica, don’t cover naman your paper so hard…”

Mini skirts became all the rage.

“Sor Espot” Mother Esperanza Cu-Unjieng did not approve of the increasingly shorter skirt lengths being cut by the students into the expensive tartans — brought all the way from France — of the Assumption Convent uniform…

One time, she accosted a particularly tall and long-legged student — the daughter of an international jeweler and now the very elegant wife of a Mindanao Congressman — whose skirt was in the dernier cri mini skirt fashion…

“Miss *beep,*  your skirt is too high!!!”  Mother Esperanza snorted.

To which the student wittily replied:  “No, Mother!  My knees are too low!”

Bwahahah!!!   :P    :P    :P

The transfer of the Assumption Convent from its Calle Herran campus was initiated by Mother Angela Ansaldo,  and it provoked protests from many of the distinguished and socially-prominent alumnae.  The opponents of the move cited the fact that Saint Scholastica’s College, Saint Paul’s College, and even De La Salle College [ turned University ], had sensibly remained in their old locations in that general area of Manila.

However, the present campus of the Assumption Convent in Makati’s upscale San Lorenzo Village is directly credited to the efforts of Mother Esperanza Cu-Unjieng.

*unfinished*

Slurping Soup

Our family had the usual Sunday lunches in Lola Charing’s house, presided by the paterfamilias, Brother Andrew*.  We did not have lunches in the Dining Room [ entirely furnished by Don Jose Antonio Ortoll ] which had a big round table, but in the Library [ entirely furnished by Don Gonzalo Puyat ], where there was a long table with many chairs and we could all fit in one sitting. 

Brother Andrew did not sit at the head of the table.  His elder brother, Tito Hector, a large, towering man, sat there, before passing away in April 1988.  Afterwards, my eldest brother Eugenio sat there; he always had full Saturday nights so he always arrived for Sunday lunch at 1:30 p.m..  Brother Andrew sat to his right, where the lady guest of honor was always seated at elegant dinner parties.  On Brother Andrew’s right sat my younger brother Adolfo, Brother Andrew’s godson and acknowledged favorite among the five nephews and four nieces [ We were nine grandchildren.  The Gonzalez - Reyes:  Eugenio, Augusto III { me }, Adolfo, and Rosario.  The Gonzalez - Gala:  Maria Paz, Felix + , Monina + , Claudette, and Peter Paul. ]  Brother Andrew mentored my younger brother in all ways, not least his table manners.  My younger brother, like all normal children, liked to slurp his soup and chomp his food, and Brother Andrew, ever the educator, would immediately express his disapproval by staring comically at him and imitating his gestures.  Adolfo would then shrink in embarrassment and smile his trademark sly smile.

Brother Andrew often related, and mimicked, these lines — about slurping soup — of a grand Manila heiress towards her “pendejo” wimp of a husband, which he had witnessed on at least three social occasions…

“Honey!!!  How many times do I have to remind you not to slurp your soup… especially in public???!!!”

“If not for My Money, you would have never amounted to anything!!!”

Well said. 

*Brother Andrew was Macario Diosdado Arnedo Gonzalez [ o 29 February 1940 - + 29 January 2006 ] who became Brother Andrew Benjamin Gonzalez F.S.C., a member of the Brothers of the Christian Schools [ the De La Salle Brothers ], and was the visionary President of the De La Salle University for a total of some twenty years.