My titas had the pleasure of growing up in Batangas during it’s height of galas and socials before WWII. Afterwards, in the 50’s it was a haven, and to me living there in the middle 50s- mid 60’s was in hindsight, where I learned most of my own social skills. Through the events, class, and culture my parents and their family exposed me to, I have become the multifacted creature that I am.

I find that we learn things even unknowingly. It’s in the subconcious mind, ever the guardian to heritage, and a large part of my behaviour and outlook, inspite of the individual amalgam of two cultures that I try to honor and yet see things totally for myself.  My mom an Americana from Oklahama, and my dad, this dashing “Fly Boy” in training from the Clan Limjoco of Batangas, Quezon and Lian, even to the Pampangas through the wanderings of my Lolo Santiago. All these unknown people’s blood flows in my veins and I somehow can feel their essence.

That is what drives me to remember them to all of you, so that the last vestige of their lives, congeniality, love, courtesy, honor, cultural influence etc. may not be lost to those of you in the future wanting to know something more than just a quick dime store hit.

To those of you yet unborn, I dedicate this site so that you too can feel the honor I have felt in being from this Clan Limojo, because in all, I must say they are a good people at their core and I love and cherish all of them.

I live far away from my clan in body, but my heart embraces all of you, and I hope to live a long time to record YOUR stories too.
 

L to R: Titas Elvy, Lydia, a cousin, Ampy Limjoco, at the Batangas Ice Plant. late 1940’s.

Front L: TitA Ampy at steering wheel.  Tita Ampy told me the name of this cousin but I am already senile. I just LOVE their exuberant, innocent and fun loving countenance. You have to love those smiles.

My lola Feling inspired this site. Through a series of discourses we would have as I was growing up with me prying her with questions like, “how did you meet lolo”, and she would blush and giggle and toss up that head in pride, because of course lolo spoiled her shamelessly. She would tell me of how they would go out in the afternoons, family entourage, and servants in tow around the town square in the traditional Kalesas, though the kalesas were done exceedingly well in those days, but later when they were married he brought the “motor car” and delighted them with this newfangled contraption.

 

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