Sunday, April 24, 2011


~ Out of a dark, empty tomb on that first Easter morn sprung forth all of mankind’s fondest hopes for eternal life ~

Today, Cabuyao ushered in the celebration of Easter with the poignant tradition of the Salubong procession at dawn. A re-enactment of the first encounter between the Risen Lord and his Mother, this scene is deeply movin...g in its colorful imagery and rich metaphors – a Mother’s joy over the discovery of her Son’s return to life, a people’s renewed hope in a Risen Savior, a lifting of Good Friday’s veil of darkness and gloom cast against the backdrop of a Church in mourning and the ultimate triumph of eternal life over the curse of sin and death.

I remember these “encuentro” processions of my boyhood, when the much-awaited event happened at the corner of Del Pilar and Quezon streets. Neighbors pitched in to construct an elevated stage where a choir of little angels stood, waiting for the appointed time to sing their hosannas. Out of the old Church of San Policarpo emerged the image of the “Resurreccion” atop its old baroque, gas-lighted carroza ( a family heirloom that belongs to Cabuyao’s Hemedes-Dela Rosa clan, with the family of old Oyong Hemedes taking on the role of traditional caretakers). I can still remember the image’s old “de-kalburo” carroza which was gilded with silver trimmings and featured the painted bas-relief images of the four evangelists on each of its four sides. This carroza is now sadly gone for reasons unknown, having been replaced by Norma Hemedes (old Oyong’s daughter) with a newly constructed one some years ago.

It was a two-pronged procession. Following the “Resurreccion” were the menfolk, traversing Burgos and Juan Luna streets leading to Del Pilar. Following the men’s procession out of the old church was that of the Blessed Virgin, followed by the women and accompanied in the old days by the images of San Pedro, Sta. Marta (an image owned by the Batallones clan which is now reportedly in a sad state of total disrepair and in the possession of Nena Batallones), Sta. Magdalena (owned by the late Maestrang Boyang and according to reports, was recently sold out of Cabuyao by one of the old Maestra’s heirs) and Sta. Veronica/Sta. Maria Cleofas (the heirloom "santa" of the Cariños which is transformed from its Sta. Veronica persona on Holy Wednesday to Sta. Maria Cleofas for the Good Friday and Salubong processions). The Virgin’s procession cut across Burgos down to Calle Real until it finally reached Del Pilar street.

The old calle del Pilar was lighted by flickering candles from end to end, at times covered with a sprinkling of flower petals or colorful “papel de japon” as it awaited the arrival of the carrozas for this occasion. As the street organizers busily moved about with all the last minute flurry of activities, the waiting crowd's shrieks of delight signalled the arrival at last of the twin processions. And at that climactic moment when the images of the Risen Christ and the Blessed Mother stood face to face in a profoundly touching “ encuentro de alegria”, under a big cloud, or at times a huge lotus-like flower, a beautiful angel emerged to lift the Virgin's black mourning veil. Amidst the sound of fireworks and the gasps and sighs from a jubilant crowd, the chorus of little angels sang the Regina Coeli as a light rain of petals or confetti is showered upon the Virgin and the Risen Lord. At the end of this encounter ritual, the marching band resumed playing a "marcha triunfal", and the two processions finally converged and made its way through Quezon street, returning to San Policarpo’s where it was greeted by the joyous pealing of the bells from the old “campanario”. Finally, Christ in Glory is installed at the high "altar mayor" for the Misa Cantada of this “Araw ng Pagkabuhay”, from which old time Cabuyeños emerged to finally break the grand silence and great fast of the past week with a day of festive feasting with family and friends.

Araw na Dakila

 A Maundy Thursday photograph from long ago in old Cabuyao, with worshippers on bended knees before the most exalted monumento of the exposed Santisimo Sacramento. This was before the grand altar mayor of the old church of San Policarpo. Note that most of the devout ladies of Cabuyao then were still clad in the traditional baro't saya, panuelo and velo, all in predominantly dark, somber tones as prescribed by social and religious custom for the solemnities of Holy Week.
I find the simplicity yet sincerity of faith reflected in the caption to this photograph deeply touching..."Araw na Dakila ng Mananakop", capturing in those few words our community's fidelity and devotion to the Eucharist in remembrance of the suffering Savior.

Monday, April 18, 2011


From way back the innocent days of boyhood, these costumed figures never failed to frighten me more than just a little - those big, bulging eyes that matched their menacing expressions.   They scared us then and continue to scare small children to this very day.  Hudeos (Jews), they were popularly called - although they are more accurately Roman legionnaires, the carozza tableau cast of the Lord's Third Fall or what is commonly referred to as the Tres Caida (which, I think, should really read as the more grammatically correct Tercer Caida).  These imagenes have always been  showstoppers, among the most popular icons of our Holy Wednesday processions.  This tableau is owned by Cabuyao's old Gatdula family and presently under the care of Mr. Vic Gatdula and his children.  I believe the "Hudeos" are still the original images although the figure of the fallen Christ now holds a replacement head of more recent vintage, with the heirloom ivory original stolen a few decades ago.
Putting them somewhat in the same cultural genre as the aswang and the kafre, mothers and common folk still find usefulness in these Hudeos as they use them to exact obedience from misbehaving kids, brandishing the oft repeated line that I heard as a child ... "Sige, ayan na! kukunin ka ng mga Hudeo!"

Friday, April 15, 2011


The Paciencia, an ancient Cabuyao icon
This is an image of Christ after the violent scourging and crowning with thorns, as the Lord patiently endured the vile mockery of his Roman torturers. Thus, santeros and enthusiasts refer to the icon as the "Paciencia" or the image of the Christ of Patience. In Cabuyao, we have this image of ancient provenance, an heirloom that used to be under the care of the well known magdarasal, Aling Liling of Juan Luna St. I remember the old lady telling me once how she had a special attachment to her venerable poon which she said she cared for all her life with the utmost affection. She proudly declared how she kept the image in its original condition, resisting all advice to have it go through what santeros refer to as an encarna, a restoration process which many conservationists still view as a debasement of an heirloom piece.

An interesting side note is the moniker that old-time Cabuyeños had for the icon of the Paciencia - "Ang Kristong Nakaupo sa Bangkong Kakapus-kapos" or simply "Ang Kakapus-kapos". In fact, you can still hear some of the old folks refer to it by this name, if you pay attention and listen closely enough. So next time you chance upon the Christ of Patience this Holy Week, look at it it closely and see for yourself the reason for this Cabuyao Cristo’s delightfully charming nickname.

Monday, April 11, 2011

Viernes de Tinieblas

Down Calle Real, accompanied by our fathers and their fathers before them, clad in formal suits and classic barongs, rode the baroque carroza of the familia Carpena's ancient Señor, illuminating the skies of this Viernes de Tinieblas with its brilliant lights, summarizing like an eternal symbol not only the climax of our noblest Holy Week traditions, but all the feelings one had for Cabuyao, and all our memories of it, and all of our affections.

~ Cordero de Dios, ten piedad de nosotros!

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    • Cabuyao - Stories, Anecdotes and Remniscences The photograph above is courtesy of the Flickr photo collection of Mr. WILSON CARPENA ALBA. Our sincerest thanks for his generosity in sharing this photograph with all of us.
      Saturday at 1:46pm · · 1 personWilhelmina Alba- Contreras likes this.

    • Wilson Alba Thanks Tito Rick!
      Saturday at 6:19pm ·

    • Wency Hernandez it's a tradition for the cabuyenos to be in procession on holy thursday and black friday. i personally joined the procession and stay on the side and watched with prayers this barroque carroza with everlasting perfumed smell of our national flower sampaguita.. i made this comment because one of our kababayans said that the carpenas don't decorate this carroza with sampaguita leis.. true or not, please enlighten me.
      Sunday at 12:30am ·

    • Cris Galang thanks for the very informative postings on Cabuyao SA&R. the writing style is so fluid one would think these were written by nick joaquin. my compliments to the writer.
      Sunday at 3:12am ·

    • Cabuyao - Stories, Anecdotes and Remniscences
      It is interesting to note that the use of sampaguita leis and garlands is in itself a tradition within a tradition - and one simply cannot recall those Good Friday processions of the Santo Entierro from long ago without remembering the strong fragrance of sampaguitas as the "calandra" (the glass encased carroza) of the Señor passed by. You are not the first person to recall this, Wency. Other old timers are equally quick to point out this distinct feature of our Santo Entierro processions from way back - vivid memories of the Señor and sampaguitas.See More

      Sunday at 8:58am ·

    • Cabuyao - Stories, Anecdotes and Remniscences
      With the disappearance however of many of the sampaguita gardens all around, especially in San Pedro, Laguna which was a town once made famous for the abundance of its sampaguita plantations, the national flower has just gone in short supply. And with that necessarily came the intervening climb in prices. Inspite of this, however, the Carpenas have always ensured that at least the inner glass enclosure of the Señor's calandra is lined with sampaguita leis. This is not only for practical economy's sake, but also for the purpose of protecting the old carroza from potential damage that it may suffer (and that it has in fact suffered) at the hands of that unruly crowd who recklessly grab at the calandra's flowers after each Good Friday procession.See More

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    • Cabuyao - Stories, Anecdotes and Remniscences ‎@ Cris Galang: Cabuyao SA&R is grateful.
      Sunday at 11:05am ·

The Señor de Santo Entierro of Cabuyao

El Señor de Santo Entierro, de Familia Carpena, Cabuyao, Laguna

The ancient Señor de Santo Entierro of the familia Carpena is one of the few remaining heritage treasures of Cabuyao. The Señor is brought out for public veneration once a year, during the Good Friday procession of the Holy Sepulchre. The town is deeply grateful to the Carpena clan for their unrelenting care for the Señor, a valued family heirloom and a timeless symbol of our piety and devotion as a Catholic community.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

A Measure of Faith

In my childhood memory, there will always be places that I couldn't remember not knowing because in my mind's eye, they were always there, always familiar. Or so I thought...until one day they all began to vanish one after another - and it was as if their disappearance happened in perfect sync and complete tandem with my growing up and my growing old.

I am amazed at how, in mid age, I suddenly see my old hometown in a completely different light - being drawn back to the center of my childhood and seeing its images in a completely new dimension. For so long, I lived in my town and among my townsfolk, walked its streets, breathed its air, yet somehow failed to really see it - like being surrounded by things so familiar that that they had become trite, almost invisible. Now, all of a sudden, it is there for me to see - like something new and different, with facets, qualities and meanings that were not there before for my childhood eyes. It is as if I see it now, albeit with the grimmer eye of middle age, as it gasps for breath, at the throes of death, and yet seeing it clearly and more meaningfully as I desperately hold on to it with a firm grip, trembling and fearful that I will soon lose it forever.

I am now rediscovering Cabuyao much like a poem recited from childhood - what was then merely rote and rite has truly become fascinating poetry in my maturity. And behind the poetry and the faith it expressed was reason riding on a giant wave of history - a history that has much to do with defining myself as me and what I have become. I know there will be those who would have the temerity to ask, from point of either denial or ignorance - what history? This is just a small town with nothing much to show for itself but a few things old and forgotten.   And I say a history that is beyond mere dates and events, beyond what is traditionally defined by politics exclusively. A history that is rich and diverse and colorful, waiting for a true Cabuyeno's rediscovery.

  • What remains of our ancestral homes speak of Cabuyao's fine architecture - and architecture as part of culture is history.
  • The Church patio, the "kubols", the ancient acacia trees and the old plaza with its once proud monument to the national hero were all mute witnesses to a peasant people's desire for a better life and equality before the law, ending sadly in the tragic massacre of the Sakdal uprising. These structures and sites and the remembrance of peasant blood spilled on Cabuyao soil is history.
  • It has been said the the old Rizal statue, torn down and neglected and finally lost to scavengers, was born out of the mallet and chisel of National Artist Guillermo Tolentino. And the visual art of Maestro Tolentino is history.
  • The old campo santo where the Monasterio de Santa Clara now stands was established under the leadership and guidance of no less than a former curate, Padre Mariano Gomez. The martyrdom of this former Cabuyao parish priest, together with Fathers Burgos and Zamora at the garrote in Bagumbayan is history.
  • And in Cabuyao lived every great ancestor that one can name and remember - prepping with Maestrang Boyang, learning at the convento and in the Cabuyao Elementary School, worshipping at the old church of San Policarpo, graduating from the Cabuyao Institute, practicing medicine in private clinics for fellow Cabuyenos, buying and selling at the Cabuyao Market, governing civil society from the Municipio, defending freedom, celebrating the Liturgy, teaching our children and practicing patriotism in times of war and peace. What other place in your life is associated with the lives of all of your forebears and their rich legacies? That spot is Cabuyao and its sacred ground is history.
And yet against such a rich historical backdrop, one is left to wonder why there has been such a fall from grace, a "paradise lost"?

Recently, leaving our old house soon after the pre-dawn darkness, I decided to visit San Policarpo. Slipping in through the side entrance door that opens to Mabini Street, I sat in the same spot where my Lola's old kneeler used to be. I watched the parish curate as he said Mass from his new and gleaming high altar, intoning the usual liturgical prayers in a voice made louder and more resonant by modern technology. In the half empty gloom of my old church, that voice sounded somehow tragic – reminding me of distant voices from long ago, from a graceful era that had begun with so much hope and confidence, but was now ending in heartbreaking emptiness and shabby confusion.

My town did not perish when the Japanese put Manila and part of the countryside to torch, any more than it perished in the natural disasters and man made calamities that followed through the years. It has always stood its ground, becoming new yet in many ways staying the same, somehow unchanging even in change - until now. In the past few decades, my Cabuyao has become older and grayer, even shabby and bleak, caught in a slow but steady downward spiral of deterioration and decay.

What happened to the coherent community that was the flesh and backbone of my old town's soul? Where are its lost traditions? Why are its ancient stories and legends now muted, ignored and even laughed at as mere old folks' tales? How can its most solemn feasts - of the Nazareno, the Mahal na Senor and the Purisima - fall from being "Mga Fiestang Dakila" to become ordinary celebrations? And where are the old faces and the familiar names?

I now realize that the style or shape of the vessel is just as precious as what it carried. Cabuyao has lost most of its treasures - but if it fails to rise again and stand back on its feet, I believe it is because it lost not only its heritage but something more.  It lost its nerve. Yes, it was a grim failure of nerve - when those who should have been most faithful to it chose to abandon it instead.

If we hope to "restore" Cabuyao, I believe we have to reclaim it as the center around which we shall again move as one community, sharing and continuing its traditions and rituals, its stories and its legends and yes, even creating new ones.  We have to regain our sense of self and remember that we are Cabuyenos because we share in this continuity and participate in its great traditions and celebrations. We need to rekindle a keen sense of identity, conscious that these were rituals peculiar to Cabuyao and that our fathers and great grandfathers before them had participated in what now includes and involves us.  In the end, a restoration of Cabuyao requires, in no small measure,  a restoration of faith - faith in ourselves, faith in our identity as Cabuyenos and faith in our collective capacity as one community to turn the tide of deterioration in countless small but important ways. When we regain this faith and with conviction say "Yes, I believe we must and I believe we can", then we shall have no reason for regret and little cause for failure - Cabuyao will rise again!

by Cabuyao - Stories, Anecdotes and Remniscences on Thursday, November 11, 2010 at 10:56pm

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    • Mariavictoria C. Go Rare & well done!
      November 11, 2010 at 11:32pm ·

    • Mike L. Cariño Excellent piece both in style and substance! Lucid and with a lot of passion! I agree with your thoughts in every way.

      And you never cease to amaze me RB! You are a rare kind indeed!

      November 12, 2010 at 8:00am ·

    • Mariavictoria C. Go Seems like you missed your true calling!
      November 12, 2010 at 8:06am ·

    • Cabuyao - Stories, Anecdotes and Remniscences Thanks, Tita Evic, Tito Mike...the proverbial pen moves swiftly during moments of inspiration.
      November 12, 2010 at 8:50am ·

    • Mike L. Cariño Keep on being inspired and inspiring RB.
      November 12, 2010 at 11:35am ·

    • Lita Oconnor Bravo RB, now if we can only hear from our present alcalde and what he's going to do about it
      November 14, 2010 at 10:41am ·

    • Guring Ramilo So true... so touching... RB you're indeed a GREAT and Gifted Cabuyeño! I salute you!!!
      November 14, 2010 at 11:28am ·

    • Cabuyao - Stories, Anecdotes and Remniscences ‎@ Lita Oconnor : We will be privileged to get the the support and commitment of local government leadership...but let us not lose sight of our collective responsibility to make this work as one community...I am delighted that you like the piece, Lita! Thanks! *smiles*
      November 14, 2010 at 11:55am ·

    • Cabuyao - Stories, Anecdotes and Remniscences ‎@ Guring Ramilo : Thanks, Guring...but I think that I have merely written on behalf of countless others who are, like you and me, fellow the end, being a Cabuyeno is a gift that is shared by all of us! Thanks for believing...
      November 14, 2010 at 12:01pm ·

    • Mike L. Cariño ‎@Cabuyao: I think it was Confucius who said: " A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step." So perhaps, individually, all of us can take that single step and then another, and another until who knows... And these steps can take many forms, spreading awareness is one. Getting people out of the doldrums is another. And so on! Anything that is for going forward. It's a very long journey for sure but we have nothing but time.
      November 14, 2010 at 2:47pm · · 2 peopleVenus Velasco and Ena Galang like this.

    • Cabuyao - Stories, Anecdotes and Remniscences ‎@ Mike L. Cariño : Yes, Tito Mike...and we won't stop until our small steps take us a long way forward, closer to the restoration that we all so keenly desire.
      November 14, 2010 at 11:53pm · · 1 personLoading...

    • Mike L. Cariño ‎@Cabuyao: What I wish to see, at least in my lifetime, is some sure signs that the ills of "apathy" and "culture of impunity" have started a turn around. Someone once said: "All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing." I certainly hope that this will not hold true here in Cabuyao.
      November 15, 2010 at 11:21am · · 1 personVenus Velasco likes this.

    • Cabuyao - Stories, Anecdotes and Remniscences ‎@ Mike L. Cariño : keeping my fingers crossed while ringing alarm bells in this page, Tito Mike...
      November 15, 2010 at 1:16pm ·

    • Guring Ramilo ‎@Mike L. Cariño: Yes, I believe in all you say! There's a lot of good men & women here in cabuyao... Gathered altogether we can make a BIG CHANGE hopefully!!!
      November 15, 2010 at 6:14pm · · 1 personVenus Velasco likes this.

    • Gil Bermudez ‎@RB: what a great literary tribute to our heritage...very inspiring...
      December 1, 2010 at 12:38am ·

Sakdalistas Up!

Governor General Frank Murphy lay ill at Wnite Sulphur Springs, W. Va. President Manuel Quezon of the Philippine Senate was in Manhattan. Acting Governor General Joseph R. Hayden was far north in the Igorot Country on an inspection tour. Major General Frank Parker, commanding the Philippine District, was vacationing in China. A better opportunity for an uprising could scarcely have presented itself to disadvantaged Filipino hotheads. Last week they took it, with the bloodiest consequences of any Philippine revolt in the past 15 years.

The party involved was the Sakdal (a Tagalog dialect word roughly translatable as "I accuse") with a membership estimated between 10,000 and 200,000 on the main island of Luzon. Four years ago Benigno Ramos began organizing the Sakdalistas after Manuel Quezon fired him from the job of clerk of the Philippine Senate. Ramos' platform was calculated to appeal to poor malcontents: abolition of poll and land taxes, better roads, more schools, shared wealth. Significance of the Sakdal party name was its bitter opposition to the "favoritism and corruption" of Boss Quezon's dominant Nationalist party. Evidently last week's uprising was chiefly calculated as a demonstration against the May 14 Constitution plebiscite. Sakdalistas believed that if that vote were favorable, the result would pave the way to Boss Quezon's election as President of the Philippine Commonwealth this autumn, keep his faction in power during the next ten years of Commonwealth status.

First thing Manila knew of the revolt was when communications to all other parts of Luzon were cut. At San Ildefonso, due north in Bulacan Province, the U.S. flag was hauled down, immediate Philippine "independence" declared, a short-lived socialistic government set up. Sporadic sniping at constabulary detachments popped throughout three provinces of central Luzon. And at Cabuyao, on the main south road between Manila and the great U.S.-owned Calamba sugar estates, actual battle was pitched. Under a woman named Salud Argrave, several hundred Cabuyao rebels took over the town, seized the weapons of six visiting U.S. sailors, fought off local police. Then 35 constabulary officers arrived and the one-sided slaughter began. Fifty-two insurgents lay dead by the time order was restored. Within 48 hr. peace again reigned in Luzon. The price: 61 dead, 54 wounded insurgents, ten wounded constabulary members.

On two sides of the world, a lot of talking followed a little shooting. "The leaders told us," babbled one Sakdalista whose leg had been shot off, "that Benigno Ramos was buying arms in Japan and would arrive by plane to aid us." A thrilled suspicion ran through the U.S. Press, ever conscious of the Yellow Peril, that the Japanese had engineered the whole thing as a preliminary to seizing the Philippines. Such an assumption appeared to be an extravagance. Benigno Ramos was indeed in Tokyo where he had been living under the protection of members of the potent Seiyukai party since September. To a reporter who interviewed him in the Seiyukai headquarters last week he obligingly handed a Sakdalista leaflet appealing to "the gallant Japanese people" for arms to overcome "American oppression." But Benigno Ramos was living in student quarters obviously out of funds, and official Tokyo convincingly disavowed any interest in the uprising or any other phase of Filipino politics.

Far from embarrassed by the revolt, Manuel Quezon blamed the whole thing on the Philippine depression which followed the bad trade bargain he had to make with the U.S. Congress in return for his country's freedom.

-from TIME magazine
  May 13, 1935

 by Cabuyao - Stories, Anecdotes and Remniscences on Sunday, October 10, 2010 at 1:54pm

    • Mike L. Cariño I may be wrong, but I think the Cabuyao battle decribed above took place in our town plaza and that the Sakdalistas in Cabuyao were mostly from the "baybay" area. Again, I am not sure, so my apologies if I am off.
      October 14, 2010 at 1:26pm ·

    • Tiong Ben Bermudez
      ‎@Mike: you're correct taga baybay area sila. ang iba naman ay nadamay lang, out of curiousity napasama ang ilan usyoso nang niyakag ng mga sakdalista. si Tatay, the late Onciong Bermudez, was
      already a kartero by that time. siya lang ang t...anging empleyado ng municipio na pumasok ng araw na yon. sabi pa ng ilan rebelde, "Tata Onciong atin na ang pamahalaan". sagot naman niya, T... nyo paano kayo mananalo sa dala nyo salapang at itak? umuwi na kayo at dadating na si Cailles patay kayo".See More

      October 21, 2010 at 11:35pm ·

    • Cabuyao - Stories, Anecdotes and Remniscences ‎@ Tiong Ben Bermudez : We are glad to see you here! Welcome and hope to hear more from you soon.
      October 22, 2010 at 12:32am ·

    • Cabuyao - Stories, Anecdotes and Remniscences ‎@ Tiong Ben Bermudez : Terrific recollection about the Sakdal uprising! I hope there are more stories to come from your end...looking forward to them!
      October 22, 2010 at 12:34am ·

    • Tiong Ben Bermudez ‎@Author: thanks a lot for your appreciation.
      October 23, 2010 at 6:21am ·

Real Cabuyeños, Odd Names

 Long before political correctness became the order of the day, old time Cabuyeños thought nothing about calling each other names -unusual names that were used to refer to interesting town characters until the monickers stuck like glue across generations.  Some are really funny, others odd and a few are downright mean, I think.  For instance, when one is called by a name that alludes to some physical deformity of sorts...such as Maggie "Bingot" (pronounced Mad-ji  by oldtimers), Poldong "Baboy" (a big, burly jueteng collector with super thick-lensed eyeglasses who plied the main street in front of the market site collecting bets from drivers and market shoppers), Salud "Bulag" (now even I thought that was a bit mean) and Odeng "Tootit" (I found the word odd until I discovered from my Lola's story that Aling Odeng's father was a Deacosta who was practically toothless except for his two front teeth - TWO TEETH, get it? *chuckles*  Funny that a father's monicker stuck even to his daughter's name...).

Then there were those whose names are of totally mysterious provenance to me up to this very day - Enteng "Campana", Joseng "Tuhod" and Iskong "Patis" (who was both a band musician and the town barber - so what has patis have to do with these? hmmm...).  Speaking of how parent's names are passed on even to their children, Mang Isko (Larumbi) has a son who is similarly a band musician and barber - yes, you guessed it right - he is known as Totoy "Patis". On a side note, this father and son tandem cut the hair of generations of male Cabuyenos...I remember barbershop trips with my Dad and kid brother (when it was still located next to the old Cabuyao Cinema and Aling Juana's delicious halo-halo store next door) when it was usual to find the menfolk of Cabuyao (Santos Gaynilo, Iking Hemedes, Lolo Aciong, Valentin Panganiban, among others) having their trims and engaging in discussions about the burning issues of the day.

Well, I guess all this could not have been shocking to a generation who grew up to such commonplace commodities as Katialis, Tentay Patis, Ang Tibay shoes and Kiko Baterya...what about you, do you have a funny name or two in your family tree? *grins*

by Cabuyao - Stories, Anecdotes and Remniscences on Wednesday, October 13, 2010 at 12:27pm

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    • Mike L. Cariño Add to the list: "Puting Kilay" and "Bagyo" families. :-)
      October 13, 2010 at 5:00pm · · 1 personLoading...

    • Cabuyao - Stories, Anecdotes and Remniscences ‎@Mike L. Cariño : That's right,Tito can I forget! *laughs* There was once an old guy who drove a top down looking like Humphrey Bogart, a Terio Dinulos I think, who hounded kids who called him Bagyo and 1-2-3 Pak! heheh I was once upon a time one of those kids...*chuckles*
      October 13, 2010 at 5:44pm · · 1 personLoading...

    • Mike L. Cariño So right Ricky!!
      October 13, 2010 at 5:47pm ·

    • Cabuyao - Stories, Anecdotes and Remniscences hmmm...I was reminded by someone tonight via sms about a Cabuyao family one of whose forebears was popularly known as "Tilaok"... does anyone know what the story is behind this monicker?
      October 13, 2010 at 9:33pm ·

    • Mariavictoria C. Go Is that "Bagyo" you mentioned the perennial bachelor who lived in a "California" moderne house on Osmena Street? What is his real name. He was a charismatic persona - an avid reader & I heard he travelled a lot but using freighters or cargo ships because they are cheaper. But he must have had quite a life of adventure! And why "Bagyo"?
      October 14, 2010 at 12:01am ·

    • Pilut Schuler
      That was good!!!!!!!! I know the Tilaok! He was the Alconaba's father, our neighbor. I think he was called Tilaok because he could not play the trumpet well and sometimes he sounds like the rooster (tumitilaok) . But his sons are/were w...ell accomplished musicians!!! There is a Louisa "apog", don't ask me why she was given that name, but I remember her very well, the mother of Gode, and she sang the Passion during the Pabasa days with passion and high pitched voice with unique "punto". I love to listen to her then when we had pabasa (Miyerkules Santo). O yes and she chew beetle nut with apog. Maybe because of that.See More

      October 14, 2010 at 12:15am ·

    • Pilut Schuler I remember one name: Beha!! It was given to the mother of our Memay. I think one son got the name. I will ask her why Aling Pina Alemania of Bigaa was called Beha. I cannot remember if she smoked.
      October 14, 2010 at 12:18am ·

    • Mariavictoria C. Go
      I do remember the Tilaok moniker & the musician sons. They didn't have formal training but played by ear & became one of those Filipino musicians who now play at nightclubs abroad - Hongkong, China, etc. & even on cruise ships & liners!
      "Be...ha" or "Beja" must be a shortened version or a mistransliteration of a Spanish term - maybe from "vieja" meaning "old lady".See More

      October 14, 2010 at 12:56am ·

    • Pilut Schuler No, it is Beha for the cigarette butts or ashes.Regarding the Alconabas, yes they did not have formal training but they were successful. Mamang Tirso used to go to Mama for some coaching.
      October 14, 2010 at 1:02am ·

    • Cabuyao - Stories, Anecdotes and Remniscences ‎@Pilut Schuler : Now that you mentioned a "Beha", how can we, specially Tita Evic, forget to include "Nganga" to this list...*chuckles*
      October 14, 2010 at 1:09am ·

    • Cabuyao - Stories, Anecdotes and Remniscences
      ‎@Mariavictoria C. Go : Yes , Tita Evic...he was the life-long bachelor who sported this Bogey-ish persona and drove a top down car...I always thought he as caught in a 40's Hollywood kind of time warp...he stayed and looked that way till ...his dying day. And yes, he lived in the ground floor of that concrete art deco kind of house on Osmeña...that nice old house was torn down a few years after he passed away. If I am not mistaken, his real name is Eleuterio Dinulos and I still don't know why he was called "Bagyo" or why he reacted that way when children called him by that name.See More

      October 14, 2010 at 1:18am ·

    • Mariavictoria C. Go Re "Bagyo" - I'll propose a theory. Could "Bagyo" be because he's "windy" or because he "inundates" everyone w stories that makes him come off as a "braggart"?
      October 14, 2010 at 1:21am ·

    • Mariavictoria C. Go If that is the case for "beha" - what's behind the denigrating term "intsik beho"? (my query has nothing to do w my being married to a Chuakay-Go)
      October 14, 2010 at 1:25am ·

    • Mariavictoria C. Go So who owned the "art deco" house & lot?
      October 14, 2010 at 1:26am ·

    • Cabuyao - Stories, Anecdotes and Remniscences ‎@ Mariavictoria C. Go : I am not too sure who the heirs are to that property...but somehow, I think they are related to the Deacostas (Architect Narcisa/Esit and her niece Brigitte)...interesting question though - I will try to find out more about this..and yes, I am thinking of the same thing as your theory on the nickname "Bagyo" that was given to this gentleman...
      October 14, 2010 at 1:39am ·

    • Mike L. Cariño A few more unique family monikers: "Apanas" (Caparas); "Kalamay" (Salasiban) ; "Bangga" (Punongbayan); "Kastila" (Cajucom). "Balut" (Flores)
      October 15, 2010 at 11:16am ·

    • Cabuyao - Stories, Anecdotes and Remniscences ‎@ Mike L. Cariño : *chuckles* Yes, these are names that I forgot to include in the list...keep them coming, Tito Mike...hahah!
      October 15, 2010 at 11:26am ·

    • Mike L. Cariño OK RB! You have them as soon as I get them :-)
      October 15, 2010 at 12:27pm ·

    • Mike L. Cariño RB, as promised: "Bayong" (Bonilla); "Panotsa" (Almonte); "Pinawa" (Deacosta); "Patola" (Pineda); "Kampana" (Alcira)
      October 16, 2010 at 10:55am ·

    • Cabuyao - Stories, Anecdotes and Remniscences ‎@ Mike L. Cariño : This is getting to be a real interesting and funny list, Tito Mike...I'm sure the rest of our readers are enjoying the information...share on!
      October 16, 2010 at 1:34pm ·

    • Mike L. Cariño ‎@Cabuyao...: I have had a lot of help from friends. Hopefully there are some more yet to be unearthed. :-)
      October 16, 2010 at 1:52pm ·

    • Cabuyao - Stories, Anecdotes and Remniscences Has anyone heard of or do any of you remember the late Aling "Piringkita"? *laughs*
      October 17, 2010 at 9:06am ·

    • Al Herce Aling Piringkita bulag?,,, this is fun Mike and RB; next time na umuwi ako for vacation. lets get together to reminiscence the good old ways in CABUYAO...Mike you got everything, I think.; yeah I remember the 1 2 3 takbo.
      October 27, 2010 at 1:32pm ·

    • Cabuyao - Stories, Anecdotes and Remniscences ‎@ Al Herce : Yes, I believe that Aling Piringkita's mother is no less than Salud Bulag and her younger brother is the late Boy "Ati" - such names! ...*chuckles*

      Do you know why she is called "Piringkita"?

      October 27, 2010 at 3:02pm ·

    • Pilut Schuler The nickname "Patola" is not new to me. I thought it was for Tonio Alcasabas, the owner of the old house vis a vis ours but it was his wife, aling Dodang who is the "Patola" then!!! We still have the "Bumbay"! I don't know who was called this nickname tho.
      October 27, 2010 at 3:10pm ·

    • Cabuyao - Stories, Anecdotes and Remniscences Isn't the monicker for Tonio Alcasabas "Toniong Baros"? Just asking...I vaguely remember hearing that in the past from someone.
      October 27, 2010 at 11:57pm ·

    • Mike L. Cariño ‎@Cabuyao: You're right RB. They are one and the same.
      October 28, 2010 at 3:38pm ·

    • Cabuyao - Stories, Anecdotes and Remniscences ‎@ Mike L. Cariño : Thanks for confirming that, Tito Mike...*grins*
      October 28, 2010 at 3:57pm ·

    • Teresa Gaston
      My grandfather is Emong Pinawa Deacosta. So called, according to my Mom Virginia Deacosta Alampay, because he was very dark, like the bigas pinawa (something I never saw or tasted). He was also the town's known "terrorist". Mother's would f...righten wayward children daw with "sisilipin ni Emong Pinawa ang inyong atay." I don't remember the tutit epithet applied to Lolo or to Tita Odeng either, but I guess one's memories can be selective when it comes to the ones nearest and dearest to us. He is of Portuguese ancestry and the original name yata is Da Costa, pero siyempre in-espanol na ng mga frailes.See More

      October 28, 2010 at 10:58pm ·

    • Cabuyao - Stories, Anecdotes and Remniscences ‎@ Teresa Gaston : Thanks for sharing your memories...We hope to hear more from you soon. Yours is a clan that is truly Cabuyeño! Welcome to the page, Teresa.
      October 29, 2010 at 8:13pm ·

    • Pilut Schuler ‎@Teresa Gaston: Hello there! So you are the Teresa Alampay! I remember you very well. We went to Canossa before and if I am not mistaken, classmates. Remember me? Pilut Paguia. You lived in the old Batallones house beside the Carpena's residence while in Cabuyao!
      October 29, 2010 at 11:09pm ·

    • Teresa Gaston
      Yes I thought it was you Pilut. We are algo pariente because of Tita Piling Virtucio married to your uncle on your mother's side. Your Mom was pointed out to us by my Mom as an example of good pianist. My Mom's r efforts at turning us into ...passable piano players did not progress much despite lessons from Mother Cecilia in Canossa. But you were a good one due maybe to the discipline of your mom. Are you in FB we should exchange memories. I love our Cabuyao days. And yes we are true blooded Cabuyenos. Our roots go down deep and i remember and love our relatives there. and boy, do I have stories to tell of our mga ninunos.See More

      October 30, 2010 at 8:39am ·

    • Teresa Gaston I remember "bagyo" being referred to by my Mom. I am almost sure she used it to mean he was a "mahangin" or a braggadaccio. Never met or saw the man though and I am equally sure, town reputations can sometimes be undeserved. But it does make for interesting stories.
      October 30, 2010 at 9:39am ·

    • Robespierre Caparas I remember a Family named " KALUANGAN" who knows them? and ponsong Pingas i think he's a Kubrador..
      October 31, 2010 at 6:49pm ·

    • Teresa Gaston My mother's cousin, Tita Esit, the architect, had a brother I think called Medardo. He was half blind, I think. Lola said that was because he was conceived or born during an eclipse. But he had very good hearing and was a piano tuner. i wonder if some of the blogs were referring to him as the Bulag. Gosh, I cringe when I remember how freely people use physical handicaps as epithets during those times.
      November 1, 2010 at 11:07am ·

    • Cabuyao - Stories, Anecdotes and Remniscences ‎@ Teresa Gaston : I remember Mang Medardo being invited to tune up the old piano in my Lolo and Lola's house a number of times when I was much younger. I don't think he had a monicker which referred to his infirmity, though.
      November 1, 2010 at 9:57pm ·

    • Mike L. Cariño Just learned something new today: Don Juan Dinulos, father of Terio was the original "bagyo" - so-called then because of his flamboyant ways and lifestyle. So I was told. :-)
      November 2, 2010 at 12:49pm ·

    • Jose Angelo Alconaba
      the story of the moniker of the larumbis according to them was that, someone was looking for a certain isko. this isko makes patis. ung napagtanungan thought it was tata isko larumbi. and directed them to his place. but it wasn't tata isko ...that person was looking for. from then on the larumbi has been called patis. this story was told to me by a descendant of tata isko.
      the tilaok/talaok moniker was derived from the a piece being played by the local brass band back then. according to my father, a relative was assigned to do the rooster crow which was part of the piece. and from then on we were called tilaok or talaok.
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      November 2, 2010 at 10:39pm ·

    • Carole Rodet Remember the Don Juan Dinulos : the "old guy who drove a top down looking like Humphrey Bogart, a Terio Dinulos I think, who hounded kids who called him Bagyo and 1-2-3 Pak! heheh I was once upon a time one of those kids...*chuckles*" - just learned he's for sure a relative ;)
      February 10 at 11:34am ·

    • Carole Rodet and his grandson living on Bonifacio Street is called "Baggy Boy" or Bagyo ..
      February 10 at 11:38am ·