Tuesday, September 30, 2008
1970 photo, my dad attending to constitueints, on his right is atty gamulo his administrative officer and on his left is nap dineros his public information officer, we met nap dineros abord rps mt samat on a trip t coreigdor he impress my dad about commanding the ship, he introduces me in ships of the Philippine navy and some US warships, i enjoy long chat with him, i was 12 years old then
THIS IS MY DAD IN HIS OFFICE AT THE OLD CITYHALL, HE USUALLY GOES TO OFFICE AT 630AM, MAKES ROUNDS TIL 7AM. EATS LUNCH AT THE HOUSE AND RETURNS TO CITYHALL 2PM TO 5PM MONDAY TO FRIDAY. SOMETIMES FRIDAY I GO TO HIS OFFICE AND WE WATCH MOVIES AND GO TO QUIAPO CHURCH
HERE IS A PIC TAKEN IN OUR KITCHEN,
THIS IS THE OLD CITYHALL ALONG BURGOS STREET, NOW IT IS THE PASAY CITY GEN HOSPITAL.
i remember then every friday i wait for my dad in his office, there is a vacant desk here for me just besides him, where i draw dinausaurs, ships , while he tends to the business of governace, he always assign to me mama turing my uncle or police major cabrera who accompany me to magnolia restaurant at the corner of Yapchulay and burgos, to have snacks of chocovim and cheese burger, later we cross burgos to MF santos where they have a miltary Diorama of scale models of world war 2. sometimes i buy already made scale models, painted. sometimes i wait for my father till 5pm then we walk to Fame theater to watch war movies... batle for anzio, battle of neretva, the longest day,
this is our family photo 1971, with my sisters theresa and elena
daddy playing his violin, he learned to play violin in the 1940's during the japanese occupation. he was tutored in violin by a certain senor valencia, a music teacher at st scholastica college. this same violin is now in a display case in my house,
this is my grand father talking with my dad 1971
he is the farmer in our family who lives in a very spartan life in his times
he died last aug31, 1971 due to intestinal
and dami ko alaala sa mga pana hon eto, lalo na pag may sunog sa pasay, ang daddy ko ay kahit saan sya at kahit anong oras nag pupunta sa mga sunog. minsan kami ay nasa Correigidor pina pasyal niya isang grupo ng kabataan, nung nalaman nya na may sunog , cut nya na agad ang pasyal at pina balik nya na sa manila ang barko. ang sbi nya sa akin kaya daw sya dapat nandun sa sunog ay parasipagin ang mga bumbero at para hindi humigi ng mga monetary incentives pag nandun ang mayor. isang sunog a hindi ko malimot ay yun sa san juan street sa may madrigal apt kita ko sya may hawak na hose ng bumbero. ang malaking sunog na nakita ko nun ay yung sa roxas blvd, sa bayside, pati mga "yeba one " at " yeba two " ng manila ay dumalo sa seawall para pag support ng water.
lagi nya ako sinasama sa mga inspection rounds nya, kahit ako ay bata pa lang, minsan sa city jail, katatapos palang ng riot dun kami, at pag mga presonero ay iyong tanungin , lahat sila ay sasabihin na inocente sila sa kaso.