More Goyo Memorabilia
Most of my family attended this Church for mass or went to school here at some time or another. It was built in 1857 and celebrated it’s centennial with this book pictured below, entitled “100 Years of a Parish and its Church”. I was baptized in this church.
Lola Feling as I knew her. 1957 |
The group shot of the Gregorio Limjoco family page was copied out of this book. Lola Feling was on the finance committee, pictured to the left of the church picture. Many other relatives are picture in the book, along with tributes to their accomplishments; Many family friends I remember as a child as well. |
Chalice of the Batangas Basilica made in 1832. |
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Staircase to bell tower in Batangas Basilica taken by DjL mid 70’s |
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I used to go to school in a kalesa instead of a car by choice. If the kalesa driver would let ME drive, all the better! My most
favorite way to go! |
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 Speaking of history and tradition; what ever happened to that quaint and charming custom of “Mano Po”? I remember I had to make mano to anyone at least 30 years my senior, and for sure to anyone my parents called Tia or Tita or Tito. Now it seems obsolete as far as I can observe. What a pity! It was such a lovely thing to honor our elders. It had a certain “galang” with it. I remember it fondly as something I liked to do. I loved the ritual of it, and the reaction on the elders faces was priceless if you did it well.
I miss Lola Virginia wife of Lolo Dr.Bonifacio Trivinio Limjoco, “Lolo Pacio”; Lola was so sweet! I miss my direct Lola Feling Arguelles Limjoco who was spunky. I used to like holding hands with her when we went out and she made me laugh. I miss Lola Amparing, Lola Feling’s sister, who was gracious and
elegant, and took me with Tita Baby, Tito Brauling de Villa, and my cousin Amparito, and Jovy, to eat crabs and oysters at her crab farms in Sariyaya. When you’re a kid and someone heaps mountains of crabs in front of you, on fresh banana leaves, over looking the ocean, you just think they’re the cats meow. When I visited lola Amparing it was always a journey in eating...she used to chuckle when I would make yummy sounds over her food.
Ok, that’s all for the rambling.
I think I will revive the custom of “Mano Po!”. Just cuz I want to. Ok! Call me old fashioned. Those that know me, don’t chuckle. |
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