Comedy Relief: Poet Laureate, 1991

It was the usual Sunday family lunch at Brother Andrew’s [ Lola Charing's ], and we all usually recounted what had happened the last week…

I reported:  “I was in Apalit [ Pampanga ] a few days ago because I had to do something.  While there, I visited the cemetery and prayed for our dead.”

“That’s good.  How’s everything there?”  Brother Andrew inquired.

“Everything’s alright.  Poor Lolo *******, they’ve installed his ‘lapida’ [ tombstone ].  It says ‘Poet Laureate of Pampanga’.”

“But he was really a Poet.  Nothing wrong with that.”  countered Brother Andrew.

“You should see how it’s spelled, Brother…”

“How?”  asked Brother Andrew, a wicked, expectant smile on his face.

“Poet L-A-U-R-I-A-T of Pampanga, Brother.  Chinese LAURIAT not L-A-U-R-E-A-T-E!!!”

“LAURIAT???!!!  POET LAURIAT???!!!  Ahahahahahah!!!”  Brother Andrew asked in disbelief, his eyes wide open.  His food went up to his nose and he was convulsed laughing.

[ As National Museum Director Corazon "Cora" Alvina very wittily quipped at that time:  "THAT'S A PAIN IN THE POET!!!"   :P    :P    :P    ]

Harharhar!!!   :D    :D    :D

Comedy Relief: Erte Ball at the Villa Escudero III, August 1993

As the over-the-top costumed guests of the Erte Ball were introduced one by one to the assemblage, it turned out that, apart from a few socialites, it was practically a chorus line of talented and audacious gay guys…

The Final Bow was taken by an aged American socialite who was dressed ala Greta Garbo or Marlene Dietrich in a pale green Paul Poiret-like dress…

When she appeared, a top investment banker pointed her out to his buddies and commented:  “Wow!!!  That’s some old fag up there!!!”

Harharhar!!!   :P    :P    :P

Comedy Relief: Daddy’s Wake II, August 1990

As is usual in the Philippines, the last night of a wake is the “Gala Night,” and Everybody makes it a point to be there.

During the last evening of Daddy’s wake, there was quite a Social Crush because Everybody who was Anybody was there…

At that time, in 1990, it was not yet fashionable to have wakes and funerals with full, hotel cafe-style buffets and liquor bars catered by “Le Souffle,” “Via Mare,” “Sugi,” “La Tasca,” the way it is de rigueur now for society funerals in the 2000s.  But my Daddy’s being a Capampangan wake, and a Gonzalez one at that, had the equivalent of all those full buffets with a barrage of good food from the house, from Brother Andrew’s [ Lola Charing's ], and from Gene’s Cafe Ysabel.  One could have spent the day at Beda Gonzalez’s wake and be full to the rafters.  One Capampangan lady, Lola Amalia U.-L., brought home from the wake an entire balikbayan box filled with wrapped slices of Brunn butter cake.  Harharhar…

“Condolences, comadre, condolences…”

“Our prayers for Beda, comadre…”

“We’re always thinking of you, comadre…”

My beleaguered mother Pilar was saying goodbye to the Three Sisters of her sister-in-law when the tall, 6′0″ Jo Panlilio opened the door and strode majestically into the chapel [ as in a society ball ], in the process throwing the Three Sisters off-balance as their big handbags fell to the carpeted floor and burst open…

Aaayyy…

OUT rolled cans and cans of sodas and juices, mixed nuts, canapes in paper napkins, wrapped sandwiches, various pastries, wrapped slices of cake, chocolates, candies, and so much else in FULL VIEW… of Everybody Else!!!

It was sooooo embarrassing for the Three Sisters and they didn’t know what to do…

“AY… BUKING!!!”  sighed one Sister, her mouth agape.

Harharhar!!!   :P    :P    :P

Comedy Relief: Daddy’s Wake I, August 1990

And so Daddy Beda passed away of severe diabetic complications on 08 August 1990 at the rather early age of 58 at the Loma Linda Medical Center in California, USA.  We brought his body back to Manila and he arrived 12 August if I’m not mistaken [ after all, I'm reminiscing this 19 years after it had happened  :P ].

He lay in state in the Jupiter Chapel [ the biggest one ] of the then-fashionable Capitol Memorial Chapels along G. Araneta Avenue [ where the present-day Sanctuarium memorial chapels building is ].  We kids were amused at the crowd that came to bid farewell to Daddy.  For the very low-key gentleman that he was all throughout his short life, the best and the grandest in the land came to say goodbye.  I could not believe how grand his wake, and his funeral, were.

During one of those evenings, wonderful, well-meaning relatives of ours brought the 30ish parish priest of their parish to say the Holy Mass.  And he did, much to the befuddlement and amusement of the congregation…

He was so HIP, GROOVY, COOL, and “KWELA” [ the 1970s slang term for "fun" ]…

“In the name of tha Fatha, and af tha Sun, and af tha Hauwly Zpirit!  I’ll betcha all you are glad that I’m here to zay tha Mazz far our brotha Baydah Ganzalaz who is naw reunited with Ahr Lawrd in Hay-ven!”

Mommy and Daddy’s oh-so-proper sister and Gonzalez first cousins were ALL disconcerted with the rather strange evangelical priest and politely exchanged confused glances…[ Daddy's Sister Naty Gonzalez-Palanca, first cousins Nena Elizalde Gonzalez-Franco, Erly Valdes Gonzalez-Rodriguez, Peping Hizon Rodriguez, Raquel Valdes Gonzalez-de Leon, Jorge Lichauco de Leon, Mely Palanca Gonzalez-Gan, Ato Palanca Gonzalez, Blanquita Luna Santos-Gonzalez, Jerry Palanca Gonzalez, Aguing Jakosalem Buencamino-Gonzalez, Ina Palanca Gonzalez-Dizon, Manoling Martinez Dizon, Conchita Singson Gonzalez-Cancio, Toy Aquino Cancio, Letty Singson Gonzalez-de Padua, Nena Singson Gonzalez-Belo, Atty. Ike Belo, Manolo Rafols Gonzalez, Esther Mapua-Gonzalez, Pacita Paterno Madrigal-Gonzalez, Eva Rafols Gonzalez, Lilia Rafols Gonzalez, Dodong Rafols Gonzalez, Tessie Sison-Gonzalez, Tina Gonzalez-Lesaca, Bib Padilla Lesaca, Gaston Gonzalez, Edith Gonzalez-Sarmiento, et. al. ]

And the “Hauwly Mazz” continued…

“Take thiz, all of ya and eat it, Thiz iz mah bahdy which will be given up for ya…”

“Take thiz, all of ya and drink it, Thiz iz mah blahd, tha blahd af tha New and Evahlazzting Cahvenant, it will be shed for ya and all, zo that zinz will be fahrgiven.  Da thiz in memahry af mee…”

The regal and dignified Dona Luz Sarmiento de Panlilio sat in the front pew calmly.  She was unperturbed by the odd priest.  She was, after all, familiar with all the “noted eccentricities” of the Gonzalez Clan from Sulipan, Apalit, Pampanga…

After the Holy Mass, She confidently and matter-of-factly told her grandson Jo Panlilio:  “Oh ‘hijo,’ I’m very sure…  that priest was also a GONZALEZ!!!”

Harharhar!!!   :P    :P    :P

Comedy Relief: Micromini, 23 July 1994

For the 80th birthday celebration of Dona Luz “Lucing” Sarmiento de Panlilio on 23 July 1994, her grandson Jo Panlilio staged a fabulous dinner dance catered by Via Mare and dance music by the Lady Valerie orchestra — completely in tune with the economic optimism of the Ramos presidency — at the very elegant PostWar family residence in Santa Mesa Heights…

The elegant, thick, engraved invitation specified “Formal”…

Dona Luz sat on an elegant English-style armchair in the foyer welcoming her family and friends.  Among the guests in the receiving line was one of the Kalaw-Villanueva sisters and her husband.  Her hair was dyed blonde and she was wearing a ruffled fuchsia pink silk top and a short, puffy, draped black silk skirt ala Christian Lacroix with black high heels to boot.  She looked very chic and utterly au courante for her advanced age.

“She’s dressed like Tita Nena [ Madrigal ]… but that’s not her is it?”  asked one guest as she craned her neck.

“No.”  replied her seatmate.

“My… if that’s her idea of long dress, what’s short?”  quipped a famous social wit.

Harharhar!!!   :P    :P    :P

Understanding and Sympathy

As the years have passed, as I have dutifully attended the countless funerals and funeral buffets of family and friends [ from Le Souffle to Sisig Atbp. ], I have realized — not too insightfully and not too intelligently — that Life is like a Book that has to be read from the beginning to the end.  It is only with one’s passing, like a book’s end, that an observer gains a fuller, clearer, more effective perspective of the deceased’s life, of the book’s plot so to speak.  Somehow, an observer finally finds the elusive answers to several of the nagging questions that pervaded the life of the one who had passed.  In that rare understanding always emerges a profound sympathy.  We finally realize that they too went through, pardon the term, a lot of shit.

…….

It is my cheery hope that when my own rockabye time comes, even just one or two of my family and friends will understand and sympathize with, again pardon the term, all the shit I went through… and see right through all the elegance and the ease and the artifice to the endless torture and the hellish moments in one way or the other that it actually was…

*unfinished*

02 November: All Souls’ Day

A 02 November 2009 entry from my daily journal:

“***02 November:  All Souls’ Day.  During Lola Charing’s lifetime [ up to 02 November 1976 ], and up to 1984, All Souls’ Day meant a 7:30 a.m. Holy Mass at the Gonzalez Mausoleum at the Apalit Catholic Cemetery and afterwards a nice traditional Capampangan / Filipino breakfast prepared by Lola Ising [ Elisa Arnedo – Sazon, Lola Charing’s youngest sister ] at the [ former Buencamino – Arnedo ]  Arnedo – Espiritu / “Lolo Ariong’s” Governor Macario Arnedo’s / the Saint Peter’s Mission House in Barrio Capalangan.  No questions, no ifs or buts.  Well, THAT was another life…”

“On hindsight after all these years [ 01 November 2009 ], After The Clandestine Sale of the remaining Arnedo – Espiritu Antiques at the [ former Buencamino – Arnedo ] Arnedo – Espiritu / “Lolo Ariong’s” Governor Macario Arnedo’s / Saint Peter’s Mission House, several major pieces of which were actually Lola Charing’s inheritance which she hesitated to take from her parents’ house, in April 1984 by Tita Erlinda “Linda” Arnedo Sazon – Badenhop to the emergent Malabon collector Antonio “Tony” Gutierrez [ which inevitably resulted in rehashed, deep – seated resentments among the three Arnedo – Espiritu branches --- between the Gonzalez, the Ballesteros, and the Sazon ], the Gonzalez somehow seemed less inclined to gather for the traditional breakfast in that house after the All Souls’ Day Holy Mass at the Gonzalez Mausoleum.  From 1984 onwards, Brother Andrew started adjusting the traditional All Souls’ Day Holy Mass and Breakfast to suit his constant traveling schedule [ before or after 02 November depending on his whims ] and somehow it just unraveled year after year until it was NO MORE, no longer a family tradition.  Farewell to another part of the family’s soul.”

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When I was young, 02 November meant leaving the house at 6:00 a.m. sharp with the whole family for the hour-long trip to Apalit, Pampanga.  Lola Charing and Tito Hector left her house, ditto Tito Melo and Tita Leonie and their family.  And Brother Andrew from De La Salle University, sometimes with Fr. Cornelius Hulsbosch or Fr. Luke Moortgart, if the parish priest of Apalit was unavailable.

By 7:15 a.m., we had all arrived in our various cars at the Apalit Catholic Cemetery.  Lola Charing’s majordomo, Bito, had already been preparing the Gonzalez Mausoleum for two days, decorating it with candles in ornate candelabra, flowers, white Japanese chrysanthemums in their pots, and roses from Lola Charing’s garden, in elegant, old porcelain and silver vases.  Benches and kneelers had been borrowed from the Apalit Church.  The priest would usually ask how many in the group would be receiving Holy Communion.  And by 7:30 a.m., the Holy Mass would begin.

The All Souls’ Day Holy Mass did not take long.  It was over in half an hour, and then the priest would bless all the gravestones, with Brother Andrew directing him.  The family would exchange pleasantries, however briefly, with all the friends and the loyal old retainers who had come for the Mass.  That done, we boarded our respective cars for the 15 minute trip to Barrio / Barangay Capalangan, to the old Arnedo-Espiritu residence where Lola Ising [ Lola Charing's youngest sister ] and her family stayed, for the traditional Capampangan breakfast which all of us eagerly anticipated.

Our awaited Capampangan breakfast was served on ancient stoneware platters with a violet Greek key pattern which had been with the Arnedos for ages.  There was native chocolate, neither “eh” nor “ah,” made from homemade “tableas” and carabao’s milk, and whipped to a froth with a wooden “batirol” in an ancient brass “chocolatera”;  there was good freshly-brewed “barako” coffee;  Chinese jasmine tea;  warm carabao’s milk for the children.  There were exquisitely fresh Capalangan teeny-tiny white “puto” and glutinous “cuchinta” which we kiddies could consume by the handfuls;  Native “Suman” and “Kakanin” of all kinds;  “San Nicolas” and several kinds of traditional bread from the Padilla bakery in Sulipan;  “Champorado” chocolate porridge for the kiddies.  There was the ubiquitous “Pistou,” really a “scattered omelet” [ the eggs were mixed in with the contents ] with ground pork [ or was it ground beef? ], Spanish chorizos [ erroneously termed "de Bilbao"; actually "Cudahy" made in New Jersey ], diced potatoes, green peas, garbanzos, julienned red and green peppers, etc..  Fresh “Daing” dried fish.  “Adobo del Diablo,” twice-fried chicken and pork “adobo” stew with all the innards swimming in oil.  “Pindang Baka” Dry Beef Tapa;  “Kare-kare” Oxtail Stew.  “Pindang Damulag” preserved carabao beef, almost sour.  “Longganisa ni Oray” vinegary and garlicky Calumpit “longganizas” which were Gonzalez family favorites from PreWar;  “Hoc Shiu” Chinese ham, cooked “en dulce” style;  Pork longganiza;  “Burung Babi” [ Pork Tocino ];  Crisp “Lechon Kawali”;  and “Menudo” long-simmered Pork Leg Stew.  Served on saucers was genuine “sasa” vinegar from Hagonoy.  Traditional “Pan de Sal,” still big then, crusty on the outside and soft in the inside.  And of course, steaming “Sinangag” Rice [ steamed rice fried with garlic cloves ].  For dessert, there were native fruits of the season freshly picked from the garden, “Tibuc-tibuc” [ similar to "maja blanca" ] of carabao’s milk, “Leche Flan” of carabao’s milk, and the ubiquitous “Fruit Salad” made with Nestle cream and homemade mayonnaise.  Native homemade candies.  THAT was the Gonzalez and the Arnedo idea of a big family breakfast, but really more Arnedo.  It was only during that Apalit breakfast, once a year, that Brother Andrew dispensed with his elegant and expensive European predilections and went totally native, totally Capampangan.   :P   :P   :P

*unfinished*

Velada

Assumption Convent High School Batch 1969 celebrated their 40th anniversary “velada” last night, Sunday, 18 October 2009 at the auditorium of the San Lorenzo campus.  They were some of the most accomplished  ladies in the land.  Among the ruby jubilarians were Tess Barcelon, Lody Barranda, Jojo Borromeo, Charo Cancio, Lynnie Castillo, Fay Chan, Annette Chanco, Coritha, Tutti Crisostomo, Aida Cui, Nini Diaz, Deng Dimayuga, Emy Faustino, Paula Feria, Gigi Fernandez, Nena Fule, Vicky Ignacio, Stella Illustre, Ito Kahn, Roxanne Lapus, Tess Lopez, Clarita Magat, Marivic McCann, Annie Molina, Mayen Ordoveza, Nenuca Ortigas, Mau Padilla, Lidia Pamontjak, Annie Rocha, Rose Rodriguez, Marivic Rufino, Tina Samson, Helen Silva, Pandy Singian, Tina Ty, et. al..

Happy Homecoming, Ladies!!!   :)    :)    :)

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“Walking Through Years of Friendship:  The  Assumption High School Class of 1969″

By:  Tess Z. Lopez

It’s show time for the glittering rubies of High School Class 1969!

As we prepared for the velada, we swung to the tune of “Pretty Woman, in celebration of life as fulfilled women in our chosen vocations.  We rocked to the beat of “ These boots were made for walking” remembering the twelve years we walked together at the Assumption Convent, coping with the disciplinary measures of the Assumption nuns,  cramming for quizzes and tests and, on the fun side, sneaking out of the watchful eye of Mang Segundo to eat at  Blums Coffee Shop in old Herran!  Those were fun days when life seemed so simple and everything a bed of roses.  After all, we belonged to the Age of Aquarius and “Flower Power’ was the “in” thing.  We became idealists, seeking peace and harmony in a world racked by global turmoil.

As we bade goodbye to the ivy walls of the Assumption after graduation, we began our individual journeys to fulfill our destinies.  We were full of queries where life would lead us to and what the future had in store for us.  Young as we were, we were charged with an adventurous spirit, and were willing to challenge whatever stood in our way of fulfilling our dreams.  And true enough, with determination, we found our niches in the world.  Many of us became full time mothers, others chose to pursue a career or business while raising children, a few have remained single.  No one chose the religious life! 

Forty years after high school, we come together again to celebrate the friendships that were nurtured through the years.  Thanks to the Age of Technology, the Internet has successfully located classmates who have been silent in the different  corners of the world.  Our friendships, aged by the passing years, resonate with the happy and sad times that  have been shared through the years.  Age and  the passing winds of time have developed new episodes in our lives.  A number of us have become widows, others are now young doting grandmothers and many have retired from their careers.  A few have left us forever to live in eternal peace.  We may not be as physically fit as forty years ago, but the class still holds on to a wellspring of zest and enthusiasm for life, seeking new dreams to pursue, never holding back to the ongoing challenges of life.

In whatever path of life my classmates have taken, I take pride that all of them have become the “ideal woman”  that the Assumption education prayed we would be.  In their sphere of life and work, Class ’69 has given dignity to womanhood, shared their material and spiritual resources to their families and workmates, taken up their crosses with strength and patience and in a thousand ways given of themselves for the betterment of society.  Truly, this has been the dream of our Mother Foundress!  As the curtain goes up on October 18, forty glittering rubies of High School Class 1969 will bring the show down in a dance medley celebrating Life, Love and Friendship.

An afternoon at “Tana Dicang”

Update

Dear friends, I apologize for the “inactivity” of twelve days from 05 – 16 September 2009.  I was unable to inform you that I would be away on a jaunt through Negros island [ Occidental and Oriental ] in the Visayas on the invitation of a dear friend, Maria Teresa “Tess” Zamora Lopez.  The Internet was not always available;  and there is something about wordpress.com [ "cookies" perhaps? ] that does not allow me to access this blog from anywhere else but at home.

It was a very interesting trip, quite an eye-opener even for someone jaded like me.  So I have several things to share with you, dear friends, in the next few days…   :)    :)    :)

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