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Mar 31 2006

Lutong bahay

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Lutong bahay
By Stella A. Estremera
Going’ Places

FRIDAY again… and no place visited yet, darn! Gigi suggested this eating place along MacArthur Highway in Matina as she did last week, but I wasn’t in the mood for anything that’s as visible as those. I wanted something that not everybody had a chance to see yet, and so there’s buddy Carlos to consult…

“Merong bago, dito sa helera ng Torres. Yung City High, then ang road after that is yung papuntang Nanay Bebeng, tapos there’s Mabini and one more road na hindi ko alam ang pangalan,” was Carlos lengthy introduction (actually the street next is Pardo de Tavera).

He continued, “Paglampas mo diyan meron yang kainan — Nanay, Mama, Ate — hindi ko matandaan ang pangalan basta may picture ng (beep!) babae na (beep-beep!)… basta yung _expression ng mukha yung para bang ‘pag sinabi niyang ‘Eat all your rice,’ kakainin mo talaga lahat.” (That is the cut version).

I did remember having passed by that area and did notice a bahay-kubo like restaurant one night when the taxi I was riding opted to escape traffic along Quirino and exited through Lopez Jaena and so I had an idea of what to expect.

What I wasn’t ready for was the picture; thus earning a curious look from the taxi driver as I snorted and giggled just before telling him to stop.

Warning to all you thin-skinned people out there: Don’t ever dare ask my friends to describe you or your kin…

Now, as Kris Aquino would say it… “In fairness”, that photo (_expression aside) and the name below it, does send a message to the “oldies” like us. For my mom, maybe, she’d immediately recognize Linda of Gingerbread Bakeshop in Matina. For those of our generation, we’d recognize the surname Garcia Alonzo. All together, the place “Mama Da’s” is owned by Linda Garcia Alonzo of the Nanay Bebeng clan and the Gingerbread Bakeshop fame.

That said, let’s go in…

It’s turo-turo, with the most familiar food you’ll ever see. Sarsyadong matambaka, ginisang ampalaya with egg, humba with the thickest chunk of tenderized taba you’ll ever see (yum!), giniling na baka, ginataang suso with pako and kalabasa, and some more that I cannot recall and maybe a lot more but it seems that we were able to catch only the remnants of whatever they offer; and it was just 7 p.m.

That night I had three regular Goin’ Places buddies all together — Gigi, Ana, and Dengdeng — plus Ikit, when usually I am only able to drag one or two at most. And so we had a feast. One order of sarsyadong matambaka (2 pieces), one ginisang ampalaya, two giniling na baka, one tortang talong, one humba, one ginataang suso, one ginisang monggo and one cup of rice each. Over loud conversations we ate them all, and swore never to eat as much again. Burp…

The bill? The grand sum of P200-something. We had to ask the waitress whether she got our orders right. She did, we just couldn’t believe it.

We continued with our loud conversations (make that their loud conversations — the trio of Dengdeng, Ana and Ikit can break anyone’s eardrums when they are all hyped up) since it was still early. As they yakked and yakked, the staff pulled down the bamboo blinds. But then, Ikit and I were the only ones facing the road and since Ikit was so engrossed in the guess who’s got the biggest voice contest, no one seemed to have seen that the blinds were already down and the ends tied to the posts, secured.

Around half an hour later, one of the waitresses finally approached. They are closed, she said. I guess with my type of friends, “pasimple” doesn’t work: say it straight and say it loud or they wouldn’t hear you. It was 9 p.m.

By the way, it’s turo-turo and lutong bahay, so don’t expect anything grand. Think, your lola’s kitchen during regular days.

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Mar 24 2006

Editor’s daughter and first time visitor impressed with Davaoeño honesty

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Editor’s daughter and first time visitor impressed with Davaoeño honesty
Mindanano Daily Mirror
Friday, March 24, 2006
GIL M. ABARICO

First time Davao visitor Tina Antonio admits that on the third day of her re-cent visit here, she wasn’t yet able to see the true beauty of this southern metropolis until she lost her purse on board a taxi, almost gave up hope in recovering it—and then, unexpectedly, it was returned to her later, with nothing missing among its contents, including cash, cellphone and im-portant papers.
Then, equating honesty with beauty, it dawned on her that Davao is truly a beautiful place and Davaoeños are indeed beautifully honest people.

—xxx—

She recalled that last Saturday, she took a taxi to go to another place in the city. “I don’t remember his name, but I remember his face. I clearly remember the looks on his face because he surprised me by returning to me a P10 change when I paid my taxi fare.

“I was surprised”, she said, “because I’m used to Manila taxi drivers who usually don’t give back the change to their cus-tomers.”

“So, I told him to keep the change” and he e-ven rep-lied “thank you.” La-ter, after realizing that she had left her purse in the taxi seat, she decided to take another taxi to go around the city looking at the faces of other taxi drivers.

—xxx—

But finally, she was losing hope and decided to give up and told the driver to bring her back to the hotel where she was staying along C.M. Recto street. But when she reached the hotel, she found her boss and com-panion from Manila, Ms. Ellen Benavides, dialing the number of her lost cell-phone. When it rang, she was able to speak to three taxi passengers and the driver who found her purse.

At that time, she learned that the passen-gers, namely Earl Her n N. Alentaje, his wife Neljean C. Alentaje, together with their friend Sharon Z. San-chez, who are all residents of Toril district and the driver of Jom-Jom taxi, named Jaime Veloso, were already at the Toril Police Station then and were turning over her purse to the policemen on duty, who were SPO1 Boromeo L. Junio/Desk Officer and SPO1 Francisco C. Paña III/Investigator.

—xxx—

According to Ms. Antonio, she rushed to Toril, which is some 30-minute drive from down-town Davao City and re-covered her purse. It was then, because of her hap-piness, that she finally realized the beauty of Davao even if since it was her first time to be here. “I was so thankful and happy that Davaoeños are really honest and very nice since I personally experienced it and so I salute the Dava-oeños—your place is truly beautiful and its residents are really beautiful peo-ple.”

Incidentally Tina S. Antonio is the youngest daughter of Mr. Tony Antonio, Provincial News editor of the Manila Bulletin.

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Mar 24 2006

Editor’s daughter and first time visitor impressed with Davaoeño honesty

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Editor’s daughter and first time visitor impressed with Davaoeño honesty
Mindanano Daily Mirror
Friday, March 24, 2006
GIL M. ABARICO

First time Davao visitor Tina Antonio admits that on the third day of her re-cent visit here, she wasn’t yet able to see the true beauty of this southern metropolis until she lost her purse on board a taxi, almost gave up hope in recovering it—and then, unexpectedly, it was returned to her later, with nothing missing among its contents, including cash, cellphone and im-portant papers.
Then, equating honesty with beauty, it dawned on her that Davao is truly a beautiful place and Davaoeños are indeed beautifully honest people.

—xxx—

She recalled that last Saturday, she took a taxi to go to another place in the city. “I don’t remember his name, but I remember his face. I clearly remember the looks on his face because he surprised me by returning to me a P10 change when I paid my taxi fare.

“I was surprised”, she said, “because I’m used to Manila taxi drivers who usually don’t give back the change to their cus-tomers.”

“So, I told him to keep the change” and he e-ven rep-lied “thank you.” La-ter, after realizing that she had left her purse in the taxi seat, she decided to take another taxi to go around the city looking at the faces of other taxi drivers.

—xxx—

But finally, she was losing hope and decided to give up and told the driver to bring her back to the hotel where she was staying along C.M. Recto street. But when she reached the hotel, she found her boss and com-panion from Manila, Ms. Ellen Benavides, dialing the number of her lost cell-phone. When it rang, she was able to speak to three taxi passengers and the driver who found her purse.

At that time, she learned that the passen-gers, namely Earl Her n N. Alentaje, his wife Neljean C. Alentaje, together with their friend Sharon Z. San-chez, who are all residents of Toril district and the driver of Jom-Jom taxi, named Jaime Veloso, were already at the Toril Police Station then and were turning over her purse to the policemen on duty, who were SPO1 Boromeo L. Junio/Desk Officer and SPO1 Francisco C. Paña III/Investigator.

—xxx—

According to Ms. Antonio, she rushed to Toril, which is some 30-minute drive from down-town Davao City and re-covered her purse. It was then, because of her hap-piness, that she finally realized the beauty of Davao even if since it was her first time to be here. “I was so thankful and happy that Davaoeños are really honest and very nice since I personally experienced it and so I salute the Dava-oeños—your place is truly beautiful and its residents are really beautiful peo-ple.”

Incidentally Tina S. Antonio is the youngest daughter of Mr. Tony Antonio, Provincial News editor of the Manila Bulletin.

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Mar 16 2006

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Coming to Davao
Sunstar Davao, March 16, 2006 issue
By Ana Felicia Dulay

BACK in the 1950s, a lawyer traveled all the way from Manila and tried to make a living in Davao City. Not only did his practice become prosperous, he also earned the prestige most lawyers seek.

Former Ombudsman for Mindanao Cesar Nitorreda arrived in Davao in 1951. For nine years, he taught Law at the then Mindanao Colleges.

Coming to Davao is like that movie ‘Forest Gump’ when Tom Hanks sat on the park bench and starts to narrate how his mother taught him the first lessons in life,” Nitorreda said.

“As the Torres sisters picked me up at the airport and we were driving along where the PLDT office is, there were this stalls, I exclaimed: ‘Ano naman ‘yang itsura ng mga langka dito’,” he says. He mistook the famous durian fruit for the jackfruit. “And they had to force-feed me with it but in no time, I was eating it heartily.”

Nitorreda describes Davao poblacion as it was before, bounded by Claveria and Tomas Claudio Avenue. The main district extended to San Pedro and out to Bonifacio streets and up to Bankerohan Bridge up to the PTA grounds.

What a far cry from the vast sprawling commercial district we have at present.

The main livelihood back then was abaca. “Abaca was thriving beautifully. The hemp was selling at sky-high prices. And so were the coconuts. The copra was plentiful and the prices were high. The social significance of this is that everybody was not poor. Everybody was more than merely comfortable,” he said.

“They had so much money. Life was good. Life was quiet and ideal. Everybody knew everybody. There was a shindig every night. There were these professionals who were socialites. They went to school mainly to meet people. Right after school close or evening classes end, we all converged to the Puericulture Center, which was on Claveria corner San Pedro across PNB. There was dancing. My students and I will be dancing and all types of people were there,” he said. This is the spot now of the San Pedro police station. What a dichotomy in life. Where it once held joyous occasions, the place now houses enforcers of peace and order.

“Every evening it showered. Plan a picnic and you won’t have rain. But in the evenings, it showered. The bougainvilleas grew in profusion. You watch a movie at San Pedro, and you don’t have to lock your homes,” he said.

“When I came here, Davao was prosperous. I lived in a wooden house of the Antoninos right across the parking lot of Apo View Hotel. I boarded at P70, board and lodging,” Mr. Nitorreda said. “When I came, I hardly knew law as I just came straight out of the Ateneo de Manila. I immediately taught Law at the Mindanao Colleges (now University of Mindanao) at P5 an hour. I taught for about nine years.”

Used to a hard life back in Manila, Mr. Nitorreda did not mind sprinting to get to work. “My wages left nothing for fare. I would have to sprint at 5:30 a.m., from Camus to Legaspi, then on to Magallanes streets to get to work,” he said.

Back in Manila where he came from, a lot of reconstruction work was going on after the ravages of World War II. “The massacre in Malate, even the post office in Lawton was in shambles,” he said. The morning jog to get to Mindanao Colleges did not bother him at all.

“But I wanted to earn a living by being a lawyer. After one year I said i will not get anywhere here if i did not practice law,” he said.

And so he opened the Nitorreda Law Office right at San Pedro Street. “My own office was closest to City Hall. The big hearings were heard at the Sangguniang Panlungsod building,” he said.

“Fortunately, in no time at all, I had a thriving case.

My first clients were free, pro bono. But my main clients were the whole Santa. Ana district,” he said.

The 1950s also saw the onset of squatting. He recalls how after the fire that gutted down the entire San Pedro St. in the 60s, hundreds of squatters occupied a lot in Buhangin. The owners, being one of his close friends, sought his help. With his intervention, the illegal tenants were driven out and the owner was able to reclaim his property. The place is now called San Pedro Village.

“I was also the lawyer who quelled a strike of the jeepney drivers who tried to paralyze the city. The jeepney owners came from influential families and we were able to make an agreement,” he said.

But more importantly, Mr. Nitorreda also handled labor cases where he fought for the laborer’s rights. “I charged the highest, but there were many pro bono cases,” he said.

Mr. Nitorreda thinks of himself more of a Dabawenyo than a Nueva Ecijano. And with this, he regrets some of the changes the city undertook over the decades.

“I am not happy with the street changes. And I think that is shared by many. Some streets are named after those who had hardly any achievement. Take the Sarenas. my father-in-law was a judge, a governor, an assemblyman and even city mayor. They never named a street after him,” he said. He was referring to the late Juan Sarenas, who was a one-time mayor of undivided Davao. Mr. Nitorreda is married to Leticia Sarenas and they are blessed with ten children.

“I also do not like the defacement of some famous landmarks. But mayor Duterte has been fairly good at preserving Davao’s heritage,” he adds.

Through it all, he says he can look back his years as Davao’s topnotch lawyer with pride.

“I spent blood sweat and tears. I am not a saint but I can rightfully say that I never compromised my ideals,” he said.

Such is the tale of the lawyer who came here and helped shape Davao City to what it is at its present state.

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Mar 16 2006

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Who is a Dabawenyo?
Mindanao Times News
Wednesday March 15, 2006

(This space turns back the hands of time some 34 years ago. This was the editorial of the March 12, 1970 issue of this paper in time for the third celebration of the Araw ng Dabaw since it was institutionalized by the late Mayor Elias B. Lopez. Today, 34 years hence many among us still have to discover what is a Dabawenyo, Who is a Dabawenyo. – Editors)

FOR the third time, since 1968, the foundation day of Davao City is being observed under the theme, Tayo ay Dabawenyo. The celebration covers one full week of activities – ranging from a walk in the sun, golf tournaments, beauty contest, races games, concerts, radio talks and street and park cleaning to the giving of awards to residents, both living and dead, who have rendered exemplary services or have contributed to the development and progress of this city.

All of these activities, we agree, are generating a festive mood among the public and private sectors and are, happily, providing a little surcease from the lack of potable water and the rigors of rising prices of prime commodities.

Mayor Elias B. Lopez, who must be congratulated for having initiated the observance of the birth anniversary, said last week that the celebration of the Araw ng Dabaw is intended “primarily to inculcate on the Davao residents a feeling of pride and sense of belonging.”

It cannot be denied that under the under Lopez administration, the city residents have a lot to be thankful for and be proud of: roads, sewerage system, beautification of the parks and playgrounds, increased revenues, improvement in the public administration, and an enlargement of the image of the city in the eyes of visitors from other places in the Philippines and abroad. And, of course, the fact that Davao City has finally “won” the attention of Malacañang and other government agencies in Manila.

But turning back to the theme, Tayo ay Dabawenyo in this year’s Araw ng Dabaw. What should be the right spelling of our city – the official and internationally known and accepted name, Davao, or the word, Dabaw, that gave birth to another word, Dabawenyo? And what is a Dabawenyo? Who is a Dabawenyo?

For the correct answers to the questions, we have to refer to the history of Davao City and its people, their beginnings, customs, cultures, traditions and aspirations apart from and yet strongly intertwined with the rest of the Filipino people’s Do we have that history? Do we have the written biographies of the pioneers, both foreigners and natives, who carved the city out of the jungles, at least, from the time the expedition led by Jose Oyanguren landed here and defeated the valiant forces of Datu Bago?

Davao is peopled by heterogeneous settlers who have yet to be welded together and integrated into one: Davaoeño. But what is he? Who is he?

Integrating people with varied and various regional backgrounds and influences will be truly a tedious and tricky task that may not be accomplished in our own time. But let us try to tackle the work now. Let us begin, for example, and for purposes of keeping faith with the known historical identity, by agreeing that our city is Davao, not Dabaw, and we are Davaoeños, not Dabawenyos.

Then let us give direction and purpose to our celebration, but say, writing our history; establishing a center for our historical cultural, archeological, geological and artistic records, relics and artifacts; and, by boosting our agricultural, commercial and industrial endeavors to show our progress and to project our determination for more progress.

Finally, let us break down the walls of regionalism and be come one and truly united – then, at last, we can feel the pride and the sense of belonging.

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Mar 15 2006

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Coming to Davao
Sunstar Davao, March 16, 2006 issue
By Ana Felicia Dulay

BACK in the 1950s, a lawyer traveled all the way from Manila and tried to make a living in Davao City. Not only did his practice become prosperous, he also earned the prestige most lawyers seek.

Former Ombudsman for Mindanao Cesar Nitorreda arrived in Davao in 1951. For nine years, he taught Law at the then Mindanao Colleges.

Coming to Davao is like that movie ‘Forest Gump’ when Tom Hanks sat on the park bench and starts to narrate how his mother taught him the first lessons in life,” Nitorreda said.

“As the Torres sisters picked me up at the airport and we were driving along where the PLDT office is, there were this stalls, I exclaimed: ‘Ano naman ‘yang itsura ng mga langka dito’,” he says. He mistook the famous durian fruit for the jackfruit. “And they had to force-feed me with it but in no time, I was eating it heartily.”

Nitorreda describes Davao poblacion as it was before, bounded by Claveria and Tomas Claudio Avenue. The main district extended to San Pedro and out to Bonifacio streets and up to Bankerohan Bridge up to the PTA grounds.

What a far cry from the vast sprawling commercial district we have at present.

The main livelihood back then was abaca. “Abaca was thriving beautifully. The hemp was selling at sky-high prices. And so were the coconuts. The copra was plentiful and the prices were high. The social significance of this is that everybody was not poor. Everybody was more than merely comfortable,” he said.

“They had so much money. Life was good. Life was quiet and ideal. Everybody knew everybody. There was a shindig every night. There were these professionals who were socialites. They went to school mainly to meet people. Right after school close or evening classes end, we all converged to the Puericulture Center, which was on Claveria corner San Pedro across PNB. There was dancing. My students and I will be dancing and all types of people were there,” he said. This is the spot now of the San Pedro police station. What a dichotomy in life. Where it once held joyous occasions, the place now houses enforcers of peace and order.

“Every evening it showered. Plan a picnic and you won’t have rain. But in the evenings, it showered. The bougainvilleas grew in profusion. You watch a movie at San Pedro, and you don’t have to lock your homes,” he said.

“When I came here, Davao was prosperous. I lived in a wooden house of the Antoninos right across the parking lot of Apo View Hotel. I boarded at P70, board and lodging,” Mr. Nitorreda said. “When I came, I hardly knew law as I just came straight out of the Ateneo de Manila. I immediately taught Law at the Mindanao Colleges (now University of Mindanao) at P5 an hour. I taught for about nine years.”

Used to a hard life back in Manila, Mr. Nitorreda did not mind sprinting to get to work. “My wages left nothing for fare. I would have to sprint at 5:30 a.m., from Camus to Legaspi, then on to Magallanes streets to get to work,” he said.

Back in Manila where he came from, a lot of reconstruction work was going on after the ravages of World War II. “The massacre in Malate, even the post office in Lawton was in shambles,” he said. The morning jog to get to Mindanao Colleges did not bother him at all.

“But I wanted to earn a living by being a lawyer. After one year I said i will not get anywhere here if i did not practice law,” he said.

And so he opened the Nitorreda Law Office right at San Pedro Street. “My own office was closest to City Hall. The big hearings were heard at the Sangguniang Panlungsod building,” he said.

“Fortunately, in no time at all, I had a thriving case.

My first clients were free, pro bono. But my main clients were the whole Santa. Ana district,” he said.

The 1950s also saw the onset of squatting. He recalls how after the fire that gutted down the entire San Pedro St. in the 60s, hundreds of squatters occupied a lot in Buhangin. The owners, being one of his close friends, sought his help. With his intervention, the illegal tenants were driven out and the owner was able to reclaim his property. The place is now called San Pedro Village.

“I was also the lawyer who quelled a strike of the jeepney drivers who tried to paralyze the city. The jeepney owners came from influential families and we were able to make an agreement,” he said.

But more importantly, Mr. Nitorreda also handled labor cases where he fought for the laborer’s rights. “I charged the highest, but there were many pro bono cases,” he said.

Mr. Nitorreda thinks of himself more of a Dabawenyo than a Nueva Ecijano. And with this, he regrets some of the changes the city undertook over the decades.

“I am not happy with the street changes. And I think that is shared by many. Some streets are named after those who had hardly any achievement. Take the Sarenas. my father-in-law was a judge, a governor, an assemblyman and even city mayor. They never named a street after him,” he said. He was referring to the late Juan Sarenas, who was a one-time mayor of undivided Davao. Mr. Nitorreda is married to Leticia Sarenas and they are blessed with ten children.

“I also do not like the defacement of some famous landmarks. But mayor Duterte has been fairly good at preserving Davao’s heritage,” he adds.

Through it all, he says he can look back his years as Davao’s topnotch lawyer with pride.

“I spent blood sweat and tears. I am not a saint but I can rightfully say that I never compromised my ideals,” he said.

Such is the tale of the lawyer who came here and helped shape Davao City to what it is at its present state.

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Mar 15 2006

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Who is a Dabawenyo?
Mindanao Times News
Wednesday March 15, 2006

(This space turns back the hands of time some 34 years ago. This was the editorial of the March 12, 1970 issue of this paper in time for the third celebration of the Araw ng Dabaw since it was institutionalized by the late Mayor Elias B. Lopez. Today, 34 years hence many among us still have to discover what is a Dabawenyo, Who is a Dabawenyo. – Editors)

FOR the third time, since 1968, the foundation day of Davao City is being observed under the theme, Tayo ay Dabawenyo. The celebration covers one full week of activities – ranging from a walk in the sun, golf tournaments, beauty contest, races games, concerts, radio talks and street and park cleaning to the giving of awards to residents, both living and dead, who have rendered exemplary services or have contributed to the development and progress of this city.

All of these activities, we agree, are generating a festive mood among the public and private sectors and are, happily, providing a little surcease from the lack of potable water and the rigors of rising prices of prime commodities.

Mayor Elias B. Lopez, who must be congratulated for having initiated the observance of the birth anniversary, said last week that the celebration of the Araw ng Dabaw is intended “primarily to inculcate on the Davao residents a feeling of pride and sense of belonging.”

It cannot be denied that under the under Lopez administration, the city residents have a lot to be thankful for and be proud of: roads, sewerage system, beautification of the parks and playgrounds, increased revenues, improvement in the public administration, and an enlargement of the image of the city in the eyes of visitors from other places in the Philippines and abroad. And, of course, the fact that Davao City has finally “won” the attention of Malacañang and other government agencies in Manila.

But turning back to the theme, Tayo ay Dabawenyo in this year’s Araw ng Dabaw. What should be the right spelling of our city – the official and internationally known and accepted name, Davao, or the word, Dabaw, that gave birth to another word, Dabawenyo? And what is a Dabawenyo? Who is a Dabawenyo?

For the correct answers to the questions, we have to refer to the history of Davao City and its people, their beginnings, customs, cultures, traditions and aspirations apart from and yet strongly intertwined with the rest of the Filipino people’s Do we have that history? Do we have the written biographies of the pioneers, both foreigners and natives, who carved the city out of the jungles, at least, from the time the expedition led by Jose Oyanguren landed here and defeated the valiant forces of Datu Bago?

Davao is peopled by heterogeneous settlers who have yet to be welded together and integrated into one: Davaoeño. But what is he? Who is he?

Integrating people with varied and various regional backgrounds and influences will be truly a tedious and tricky task that may not be accomplished in our own time. But let us try to tackle the work now. Let us begin, for example, and for purposes of keeping faith with the known historical identity, by agreeing that our city is Davao, not Dabaw, and we are Davaoeños, not Dabawenyos.

Then let us give direction and purpose to our celebration, but say, writing our history; establishing a center for our historical cultural, archeological, geological and artistic records, relics and artifacts; and, by boosting our agricultural, commercial and industrial endeavors to show our progress and to project our determination for more progress.

Finally, let us break down the walls of regionalism and be come one and truly united – then, at last, we can feel the pride and the sense of belonging.

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Mar 13 2006

Glimpses of old Davao

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Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Glimpses of old Davao
Sunstar Davao
By Stella A. Estremera

THROUGH the years, hit topics by any columnists would be something that touched on Davao City, pre-mall era.

Those days in the arcades and the pre-school opening shopping for shoes in Milanes in the Aldevinco Shopping Center for the reliable, and child-proof Gregg shoes (shoes so durable, you’d be wearing it until you graduate in elementary), while hoping mom is rich enough for an ice cream sundae, banana split or peach melba and cheese roll from Goody-goody Kiosk just across the corridor, or in Shoeland or Good Earth Emporium both along San Pedro Street for the cheaper but definitely less durable black Spartan shoes that will last for less than one school year.

And then it’s a quick trip to Alan’s Commercial or Mindanao Education for school items like that atrocious dark brown Golden Gate or drab green Silver Swan notebooks, Mongol pencils, and wax paper (if mom is on a tight budget) or plastic cover (if mom is feeling generous) to cover the notebooks with.

Shopping takes on an upturn just before Christmas, when Christmas parties in school require you to wear something new. This type of shopping will bring you to Borgaily’s still along San Pedro Street for a Collezione or Lacoste and a Matchbox toy or A&M along Bolton Street, way before it became that three-storey structure along Rizal Street for really good imported items and more Matchbox toys.

Those were the days when the most envied classmate is the one who has a “Dymo”, that thingamajig that you can spell out names with on a hard plastic tape that you use to label your bags, notebooks, and pencil cases; and a set of Nancy Drew or Hardy Boys books. The status symbols of our childhood…

But, way, way before these are even more poignant memories of Davao put to print by two Davao historians and favorite story-tellers, Ernie Corsino who wrote “Davao History” in 1998 and Rogelio “Noning” Lizada who wrote the “Sang-awun sa Dabaw (Once Upon a Time in Davao) in 2002, and the important details that sometimes are glossed over by story-telling are preserved by Gloria P. Dabbay, who wrote “Davao City: Its History and Progress”.

In their books we get to know the quaint Davao complete with dates and periods when these glimpses happened, unlike our vague mixed up memories of childhood.

As quoted in Corsino’s book, C.D. Cowles in the “Report of the Commanding Officer, Davao” contained in “Report of the War Department”, Vol. 9, 538-553, in 1902 wrote, “The twon is well laid-out, with long avenues bordered with palms. There is a good-size church, attached to which is a convento in good repair, capable of containing 125 men. The local barracks is in bad condition (no floor and needs a new roof), nad has space for about 40 men. The two school buildings are dilapidated. The tribunal is commodious; could contain 75 men if flooring were mended, new roofs made, and after a thorough polishing. There is also a government house which could contain 40 men if the building should be thoroughly renovated.

“Some of the private houses are neat and well-built. The health of the community is said to be good. The water is obtained from the Davao River. The staple in the vicinity is hemp; there is sufficient cattle in the immediate vicinity to supply a small garrison, but not enough for export (price about 4 cents per pound on the hoof). The townspeople appear to desire the advent of American troops. They desire to know if there would be a monthly steamer and if it would be possible to obtain a Jesuit priest and named their former pastor, Padre Mateo Gisbert, as the one more desirable.”

That was Davao soon after the Americans took over from the Spaniards. It has been a story of growth and development since then, long years filled with memories and snippets that only bring smiles upon those who remember.

Not known to many, Dabawenyos, Davao is the first Charter City under the Commonwealth Regime.

Davao City was once part of this vast chunk of land known as the Davao Province — now composed of the provinces of Davao del Sur, Norte, Oriental and Compostela Valley.

It was on March 16, 1936 when then Assemblyman Romulado C. Quimpo sponsored a bill in Congress making Davao a chartered city.

The bill was signed into law by then President Manuel L. Quezon on October 16, 1936 under Commonwealth Act No. 51 or the Charter of the City of Davao.

The city was formally inaugurated on March 1, 1937, almost one year after the bill was sponsored.

“The motive of the creation of the City of Davao was the presence in Davao and Guianga of many Japanese nationas. It was then feared that through elections, the Japanese would be in a portion to control Davao and Guianga,” Corsino quoted from Jose Ralston Hayden’s “The Philippines: A study in national development” (New York: Macmillian & Co., 1955).

Just after the Americans arrived in Davao in 1899, and way before the city was chartered, there was no formal school to speka of as mission school of the Spanish era have been abandoned.

“A common picture of that period depicts a khaki-clad soldier and a young boy sitting on the grass and poring over an illustrated magazine or pamphlet,” Corsino wrote.

The soldier would be pointing at a picture and pronounce the name of the object there.

“This was how education began, with off-duty soldiers having friendly session with their pupils. After a while, American soldiers started teaching adults, too,” Corsino continued.

But like all centers of development, schools soon flourished, first being government-funded schools.

The first private school hereabouts was the predecessor of the University of Immaculate Conception run by the Religious of the Virgin Mary called Colegio de San Pedro. Its medium of instruction then was Spanish.

It was renamed St. Peter’s School for Girls and then two decades later was again renamed Immaculate Conception Institute.

In 1924, the Chinese community put up their own school for the children — the Davao Chinese School, which first offered primary education with instructions in both Chinese and English.

It was a decade hence when the predecessor of Ateneo de Davao University came into being — the St. Peter’s School for Boys in 1934. This school was conducted by the Jesuit fathers.

The start of the day would be met marked by children on their way to school, Lizada wrote.

“The Davao Light Power Plant blew its siren to announce the start of work. Students of different schools appeared on the streets. Prominent among all were the Japanese students because the boys’ head were clean shaven and they wore red caps.”

Other distinguishing marks: the Chinese school students were in green skit and white blouses, the Immaculate Conception would be in pink skirts and white blouses, the St. Peter’s School for Boys would be in khaki pants and white shirt, while public school students would be in any attire but “occasionally brought garden tools like sickle for gardening.”

Noontime in the mid-1930s was very quiet, the street almost deserted.

At around 2 p.m. of a regular day in Davao, Lizada wrote, “In several houses women while away the afternoon playing Pangigue or Landay using Spanish cards with characters like ‘Sata de Bastus Spada’ or Oros with Alas or ace as the highest card. The men are in the room taking a nap, ‘naga pasuka’ (a famous Dinabaw term meaning having his scalp scratched or tinkered with slowly till he falls asleep).”

Merienda would be prepared by 3 p.m. and people would then start to leave for the “Paseo” (walk in the park or around town).

Lizada went on to describe how people dress in the 1930s, clothes that distinguished them according to their classes.

“People wearing coats and ties were either professionals or were engaged in white-collared jobs; people wearing ‘maong’ or denims were laborers, as ‘haguteros’ or abaca fiber strippers used maong; people wearing rubber shoes belonged to the lower income bracket, as people in the upper income level always put on leather shoes; people sporting two holstered revolvers with bullet belts strapped around their waist were out of town visiting landowners; people wearing buri hats were tenants as landlords wore stetson hats; women wearing kimonas in the markets were Tagalas; women wearing wrapped around patadyongs were most likely Muslims.”

Today, the closest we can relate to this description of the people moving around in the city is the one that describes “people sporting two holstered revolvers”.

Just a few years ago, this was in the form of vicious-looking people going around in huge pick-up trucks following an equally huge dark-tinted, dark colored SUV.

Since City Mayor Rodrigo R. Duterte banned those armed men careening all over the city streets in their SUVs, trying so hard to catch up with the dark tinted SUV in front of them, presumably their “amo” from out of town, now only the careening, speeding SUVs and the vicious-looking but unarmed men seated on the rear part of an pick-up truck.

The long-time Dabawenyos can be recognized by the way they talk, or mangled the Tagalog and Visayan dialects, while new arrivals from Manila are distinguished by Manileño twang that a lot of the soft-spoken Dabawenyos find offensive to the ear. The other Visayans, they’re barely recognizable until they use words like “pachada” and “nindot”, words not used by your Davao Bisaya who will always refer to anything that’s beautiful — whether animate, animate, human or whatever — as “gwapo”. Otherwise, only the guys in the SUVs are distinguishable…

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Mar 13 2006

Glimpses of old Davao

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Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Glimpses of old Davao
Sunstar Davao
By Stella A. Estremera

THROUGH the years, hit topics by any columnists would be something that touched on Davao City, pre-mall era.

Those days in the arcades and the pre-school opening shopping for shoes in Milanes in the Aldevinco Shopping Center for the reliable, and child-proof Gregg shoes (shoes so durable, you’d be wearing it until you graduate in elementary), while hoping mom is rich enough for an ice cream sundae, banana split or peach melba and cheese roll from Goody-goody Kiosk just across the corridor, or in Shoeland or Good Earth Emporium both along San Pedro Street for the cheaper but definitely less durable black Spartan shoes that will last for less than one school year.

And then it’s a quick trip to Alan’s Commercial or Mindanao Education for school items like that atrocious dark brown Golden Gate or drab green Silver Swan notebooks, Mongol pencils, and wax paper (if mom is on a tight budget) or plastic cover (if mom is feeling generous) to cover the notebooks with.

Shopping takes on an upturn just before Christmas, when Christmas parties in school require you to wear something new. This type of shopping will bring you to Borgaily’s still along San Pedro Street for a Collezione or Lacoste and a Matchbox toy or A&M along Bolton Street, way before it became that three-storey structure along Rizal Street for really good imported items and more Matchbox toys.

Those were the days when the most envied classmate is the one who has a “Dymo”, that thingamajig that you can spell out names with on a hard plastic tape that you use to label your bags, notebooks, and pencil cases; and a set of Nancy Drew or Hardy Boys books. The status symbols of our childhood…

But, way, way before these are even more poignant memories of Davao put to print by two Davao historians and favorite story-tellers, Ernie Corsino who wrote “Davao History” in 1998 and Rogelio “Noning” Lizada who wrote the “Sang-awun sa Dabaw (Once Upon a Time in Davao) in 2002, and the important details that sometimes are glossed over by story-telling are preserved by Gloria P. Dabbay, who wrote “Davao City: Its History and Progress”.

In their books we get to know the quaint Davao complete with dates and periods when these glimpses happened, unlike our vague mixed up memories of childhood.

As quoted in Corsino’s book, C.D. Cowles in the “Report of the Commanding Officer, Davao” contained in “Report of the War Department”, Vol. 9, 538-553, in 1902 wrote, “The twon is well laid-out, with long avenues bordered with palms. There is a good-size church, attached to which is a convento in good repair, capable of containing 125 men. The local barracks is in bad condition (no floor and needs a new roof), nad has space for about 40 men. The two school buildings are dilapidated. The tribunal is commodious; could contain 75 men if flooring were mended, new roofs made, and after a thorough polishing. There is also a government house which could contain 40 men if the building should be thoroughly renovated.

“Some of the private houses are neat and well-built. The health of the community is said to be good. The water is obtained from the Davao River. The staple in the vicinity is hemp; there is sufficient cattle in the immediate vicinity to supply a small garrison, but not enough for export (price about 4 cents per pound on the hoof). The townspeople appear to desire the advent of American troops. They desire to know if there would be a monthly steamer and if it would be possible to obtain a Jesuit priest and named their former pastor, Padre Mateo Gisbert, as the one more desirable.”

That was Davao soon after the Americans took over from the Spaniards. It has been a story of growth and development since then, long years filled with memories and snippets that only bring smiles upon those who remember.

Not known to many, Dabawenyos, Davao is the first Charter City under the Commonwealth Regime.

Davao City was once part of this vast chunk of land known as the Davao Province — now composed of the provinces of Davao del Sur, Norte, Oriental and Compostela Valley.

It was on March 16, 1936 when then Assemblyman Romulado C. Quimpo sponsored a bill in Congress making Davao a chartered city.

The bill was signed into law by then President Manuel L. Quezon on October 16, 1936 under Commonwealth Act No. 51 or the Charter of the City of Davao.

The city was formally inaugurated on March 1, 1937, almost one year after the bill was sponsored.

“The motive of the creation of the City of Davao was the presence in Davao and Guianga of many Japanese nationas. It was then feared that through elections, the Japanese would be in a portion to control Davao and Guianga,” Corsino quoted from Jose Ralston Hayden’s “The Philippines: A study in national development” (New York: Macmillian & Co., 1955).

Just after the Americans arrived in Davao in 1899, and way before the city was chartered, there was no formal school to speka of as mission school of the Spanish era have been abandoned.

“A common picture of that period depicts a khaki-clad soldier and a young boy sitting on the grass and poring over an illustrated magazine or pamphlet,” Corsino wrote.

The soldier would be pointing at a picture and pronounce the name of the object there.

“This was how education began, with off-duty soldiers having friendly session with their pupils. After a while, American soldiers started teaching adults, too,” Corsino continued.

But like all centers of development, schools soon flourished, first being government-funded schools.

The first private school hereabouts was the predecessor of the University of Immaculate Conception run by the Religious of the Virgin Mary called Colegio de San Pedro. Its medium of instruction then was Spanish.

It was renamed St. Peter’s School for Girls and then two decades later was again renamed Immaculate Conception Institute.

In 1924, the Chinese community put up their own school for the children — the Davao Chinese School, which first offered primary education with instructions in both Chinese and English.

It was a decade hence when the predecessor of Ateneo de Davao University came into being — the St. Peter’s School for Boys in 1934. This school was conducted by the Jesuit fathers.

The start of the day would be met marked by children on their way to school, Lizada wrote.

“The Davao Light Power Plant blew its siren to announce the start of work. Students of different schools appeared on the streets. Prominent among all were the Japanese students because the boys’ head were clean shaven and they wore red caps.”

Other distinguishing marks: the Chinese school students were in green skit and white blouses, the Immaculate Conception would be in pink skirts and white blouses, the St. Peter’s School for Boys would be in khaki pants and white shirt, while public school students would be in any attire but “occasionally brought garden tools like sickle for gardening.”

Noontime in the mid-1930s was very quiet, the street almost deserted.

At around 2 p.m. of a regular day in Davao, Lizada wrote, “In several houses women while away the afternoon playing Pangigue or Landay using Spanish cards with characters like ‘Sata de Bastus Spada’ or Oros with Alas or ace as the highest card. The men are in the room taking a nap, ‘naga pasuka’ (a famous Dinabaw term meaning having his scalp scratched or tinkered with slowly till he falls asleep).”

Merienda would be prepared by 3 p.m. and people would then start to leave for the “Paseo” (walk in the park or around town).

Lizada went on to describe how people dress in the 1930s, clothes that distinguished them according to their classes.

“People wearing coats and ties were either professionals or were engaged in white-collared jobs; people wearing ‘maong’ or denims were laborers, as ‘haguteros’ or abaca fiber strippers used maong; people wearing rubber shoes belonged to the lower income bracket, as people in the upper income level always put on leather shoes; people sporting two holstered revolvers with bullet belts strapped around their waist were out of town visiting landowners; people wearing buri hats were tenants as landlords wore stetson hats; women wearing kimonas in the markets were Tagalas; women wearing wrapped around patadyongs were most likely Muslims.”

Today, the closest we can relate to this description of the people moving around in the city is the one that describes “people sporting two holstered revolvers”.

Just a few years ago, this was in the form of vicious-looking people going around in huge pick-up trucks following an equally huge dark-tinted, dark colored SUV.

Since City Mayor Rodrigo R. Duterte banned those armed men careening all over the city streets in their SUVs, trying so hard to catch up with the dark tinted SUV in front of them, presumably their “amo” from out of town, now only the careening, speeding SUVs and the vicious-looking but unarmed men seated on the rear part of an pick-up truck.

The long-time Dabawenyos can be recognized by the way they talk, or mangled the Tagalog and Visayan dialects, while new arrivals from Manila are distinguished by Manileño twang that a lot of the soft-spoken Dabawenyos find offensive to the ear. The other Visayans, they’re barely recognizable until they use words like “pachada” and “nindot”, words not used by your Davao Bisaya who will always refer to anything that’s beautiful — whether animate, animate, human or whatever — as “gwapo”. Otherwise, only the guys in the SUVs are distinguishable…

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Mar 13 2006

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Eventful week as city celebrates ‘Araw ng Dabaw’

Mindanao Times

March 13, 2006

TODAY marks the four-day countdown to the much-awaited 69th Araw ng Dabaw celebration with various events expected to attract both locals and visitors.

Today is also the Pagdiriwang ng mga Empleyado, the celebration of city government employees for the charter anniversary of Davao City. From 9 AM until 7 PM, civil servants from different departments will hold various competitions at Rizal Park, such as the Hataw Sayaw Pop Dance Contest, Hataw Sayaw Cheer Dance Contest, and Kantahan Amateur Singing Contest.

Tonight is also the grand finals of Huni sa Dabaw where 10 songwriting entries by Davaoeño composers will compete for top prizes at SM City Davao Entertainment Plaza at 6 PM (see separate story). A free concert will also be held from 8 PM to 12 MN at Rizal Park.

On Tuesday, Kasikas sa Garbo will fill the Centennial, Quezon, Rizal and Osmeña parks with various musical and cultural simultaneous performances. This will run from 2-8 PM.

A free party with Pop Fiesta show will also be held at PTA Grounds.

On Wednesday, 7 PM, the eve of the grand celebration, will also be the Coronation Night of the 2006 Araw ng Dabaw at the CAP Auditorium.

The entire city will finally come together and celebrate Araw ng Dabaw on Thursday, with a series of exciting outdoor and street events starting with the Parada Dabawenyo and Banda Hudyaka along the major streets of the city from 8 AM to 12 NN. Banda Hudyaka will have its showdown performances at 2 PM in Rizal Park.

SM City Davao will host a show for the popular Pinoy Big Brother housemates. All 13 cast of the first edition of the reality show, including our very own Cassandra Ponti and matinee idol Sam Milby, will be in Davao.

Gaisano Mall will also hold their Munting Mutya Coronation Pageant at 3 PM while a free concert will also be held the PTA Grounds featuring various stars and local talents at 7 PM.

As a gift to the Davaoeños, Mayor Rodrigo Duterte will sponsor a free concert Alay Konsyerto ni Mayor featuring popular pop band Hale, actress Anne Curtis and comedian Blakjak at Rizal Park.

The celebration continues with various continuing and post-Araw ng Dabaw events, such as the Randy Santiago Mall Tour at SM City Davao and Araw ng Dabaw Street Party at SM City Parking C (March 18), and John Lloyd Cruz Live at SM City Entertainment Plaza (March 19).

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