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Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Hi Tony and Chita,
      Wow! What a dissertation, so well articulated ! I can tell you the feeling is mutual . From the first time we met in church , I knew you were the Filipino couple with whom I wanted to be acquainted . So when Kate told me about you, I  asked her to introduce me to you right now. And I was right - we have good chemistry right from the start - that was why I asked Tony to give a talk to our Asian American group about Philippine culture. Remember the 4 of us singing some Philippine songs with my guitar? That relationship just blossomed from then on. My siblings feel very comfortable with the two of you around , reminiscing on the olden days. Yes, we look forward to our annual get- together on my birthdays in November of every year. 
     The honor is ours when you join us in these celebrations. You have a great family yourself and I can tell the closeness of your family knit, just like ours. Mabuhay tayong lahat! Thanks again for the birthday greetings. 
      Gene and Kate

Gino's Email

8:10 PM (18 hours ago)


to me, Genaro
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Saturday, September 9, 2017

A message from Butch Dalisay, Sept. 6, 2017

Hi, Tony, I was about to go to bed when your message came in. It’s good to hear from you after some time—I’m glad to hear you’re with family in San Francisco, though sorry to hear about your medical problems. We’ll all get there—well, not all of us, and I’d be lucky to hit 80 (I’m 63 now), although I do try to watch my health as much as I can.

Beng and Demi are fine—we had a chance to visit Demi for a couple of weeks last July. I’m back in university administration as UP’s VP for Public Affairs, my old job from 12 years ago, and not something I sought but when UP calls, it’s hard to resist. 

These are very trying times for the Philippines again, as I’m sure you’ve read about; too much killing going on, too much vulgarity in high places. Our daughter wants us to move to the US but I still have work to do and battles to fight here.

I gave a speech at the Palanca Awards last week (attached) that you might want to look at. It’s my own appeal to young writers to keep writing for truth, freedom, and justice.

Take care, my friend, and talk to you soon. All best to your family as well!


Butch



On 8 Sep 2017, at 11:49 PM, Tony Joaquin <tony.joaquin@gmail.com> wrote:

Yes, Butch, this message is long in coming and I must apologize. First off, as an 87 year old Pinoy American (I turned this number on August 24th, 2017) old age with its array of health issues have been bothering me.

For one thing I have been in kidney dialysis for over two years. Then they attached a pacemaker a year ago, go regulate my heart rate. However, I can still drive a car, believe it or not, because Chita is not ready to drive in the freeways around Sacramento, however she can manage to go around the inner streets to shop and enjoy some social activities and driving by herself to these events.

But enough of that, and let me just reiterate my undying admiration of you Butch and your magnificent and  highly informative column which I try not to miss if I can help it. In fact, I have shared quite a few that you have written with fellow writers here in San Francisco and elsewhere - Filipinos living outside our mainland who admire fine writing in the English language.

I also hope that things are well with your wife Beng, and daughter Deby who lives in San Diego.

I realize that most of the time your extremely busy schedules prevent you from replying to messages such as this and I understand. Butch. Just the thought that you have read it makes me glad I reached out to you.

As far as I am concerned, your regular quality output in your columns is quite admirable, and you stand out as one of the leading Filipino writers in English that I have come to emulate and be proud of.

My best to Beng, and Deby Butch.

Cheers!

Tony Joaquin

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Monday, August 28, 2017

RHODA BERBEY'S BIRTHDAY GREETINGS 8-24-17

I've been buried with work while fighting some cough and colds so this is a tad late, Tito Antonio Joaquin. I want to greet the fine man whose emails I read first and foremost each day. Thank you for your wisdom, your wit, your humor, your insatiable quest for knowledge, your interesting stories, your beautiful voice, and your incandescent spirit. You are a remarkable man -- a Renaissance man.
Thank you for being my dad's beloved male buddy (and partner in crime ;)) during this last years. You added much depth and meaning to his life. The power of a meaningful friendship can never be underestimated. Remember --- we're not quite ready for you to "graduate". Keep failing and let dad monopolize his post-grad glory up there. Keep connecting, keep emailing, keep writing, keep reading, stay curious. Keep sending those quotes -- they're an energy source for many. I don't know where you find them, but you seem to have an endless supply of the best adages -- many of which I could truly imagine to have come from you directly.
Happy Birthday to my erudite Tito Tony! Stay sharp and healthy!
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Friday, August 25, 2017

My wife's message on my birthday, August 24th, 2017.

Chita Joaquin‎ to Antonio Joaquin
August 23 at 8:16pm ·
God bless you. Bless you for all those times you kept me on the right path, bless you for being my confidant, my best friend, my better half, my soulmate, and being the love of my life. Bless you for the children we had and for our future together. Bless you for loving me in a special way. You are a blessing made just for me, May we spend many more wonderful years together. Happy, happy burthday and may God continue to bless with good health and happiness. I love you.
— feeling blessed with Antonio Joaquin.
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Joshua Batino - on my 87th birthday

Joshua Batino
I dedicate this video to one of the most inspiring, motivating and loving people in our family. A father, an uncle, a grandfather and a mentor to all those who look up to him. They say as you live your life to the fullest, you'll have incredible stories and memories to share to the young ones. Let's just say I was one of the young ones back then who now is incredibly honored to have the one and only Antonio Joaquin as his uncle. He is an incredible writer, through his stories...His love for his family will forever be an inspiration to all family members. Tito Tony, from the bottom of my heart, I wanna say thank you always appreciating me, loved me for who I m and acknowledging me. Two years has passed since I've last seen you though in my heart your words of wisdom and encouragement will always remain. Which is why I devoted myself into making this birthday tribute for the one day in a year where you get to be reminded of just how much your family and friends adore and love you!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TITO TONY!!!!! I give you all the glory in the world because you deserve every ounce of it!!!! I LOVE YOU TITO TONY, HAVE THE BEST BIRTHDAY ๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›
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Tuesday, August 8, 2017

BURNT MEMORIES



SECOND WIND
Barbara C. Gonzalez
Saturday, 24 March 2007


BURNT MEMORIES


I passed it again this morning, on my way to visit my son in Alabang.  There she stood, the sad skeleton of what was once a simple large building with room for all sorts of offices on the first to the third floors and a car display area for selling cars.  It was called the Mantrade Building, at the corner of Pasong Tamo and EDSA.  At the back, up the stairs to the third floor, was Avellana & Associates, Inc., a Filipino ad agency where once upon a time I used to work.

Now of course everything is gone and what remains is the building’s skeleton.  No more floors.  Those burned.  No more ceilings or roofs, those burned too.  Every time I pass my heart is wrenched, saddened, twisted.  I stop breathing for a little while waiting for my tears to break.  It hasn’t happened.  I have not cried like I should have when the building burned.

Avellana & Associates was the first advertising agency I worked for, before it moved to Makati it was on Roxas Boulevard, at the building that now holds the Museong Pambata.  When you look at that building you will notice three long glass windows on the left.  The center window belonged to my office then, before I decided to quit and lead a domestic life with my children.  After that the agency moved to the Mantrade Building.  It started small and as business got better it grew larger and larger.  First, I worked there part time.   I was slightly unhappy in my private life but did not want to admit it.  So I decided to go back to work part time.  Then I became largely unhappy with my private life and decided to work full time.   We were all on the third floor but the office was considering expansion.  We went to Tagaytay after my relationship broke up and my private life was a mess.  Outside I looked like a whole person.  Inside I rattled like a million little pieces.  Otherwise I was profoundly grateful for my job.  It gave me an alternative to the unhappiness I felt when I stopped working.  It gave me something to do, enough money to advance the support my children required but I had a hard time getting.  It gave me a good life.

When we returned from Tagaytay I was Vice President for the Creative Services Division and our office was moved down to the mezzanine floor.  It still stands, the room that used to be my office at the left hand corner of the building but after the fire it has lost everything.  It is just barely there but when I look to see what’s left, the apparent emptiness of it, memories jump out at me.

Remember?  The Christmas party you went to dressed as a Christmas tree with a star hat that lit up on and off with Christmas tree lights that you forced one of the artists to work on for you?  You moved your home library to the room next to yours, bringing over all the books you had no room for in your new house, which was about one-tenth the size of the last house you lived in.  Remember the sorrow you felt when you came in for work and faced the room alone, the tears that would rise waiting to be shed but you insisted on swallowing?  The children enjoyed this office.  They were still small then.  Sometimes on Saturdays they would come to work with me. 
My son would come to pick me up dressed in those ridiculous little boy clothes I used to buy for him.
If you can’t find me in my office, look for me in. . .” I was telling my daughters, and the youngest said

“Never mind, Mom, we will just listen and when hear you laugh, we will open the door and there you are.”  Laughter apparently marked our lives then.

I loved my days in Avellana & Associates, the entire spectrum of those days.  Some were wonderful, others downright deplorable and miserable.  But at the end of the day we would stray into Totoy Avellana’s office and run into each other, pour scotch and the brandy, drink together and have fun.  We were such a big group then but many of them are dead now.  Boy Javier first, then after many years, Baby Lopa, Bonnie Ocampo, Bolix Suzara.  Months after my stroke, Totoy himself.

I look at the old Mantrade Building.  I remember when it turned into a construction outlet, sort of a mall of materials.  I bought my Italian kitchen appliances for my Calamba home there, somewhat in awe at what had become of the building where once I worked.

Then one morning, I passed and saw that it had burned down, had turned into the scorched skeleton of what was once a simple large building where I worked so joyfully and my heart broke at the sadness of it.  I don’t think it will stop breaking, lamenting over the wonderful memories that live there for me.  I passed it again this morning.   Again my heart broke.


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Tuesday, July 18, 2017

REMEMBERING OUR NICK JOAQUIN

     In her remarks for the opening program of Far Eastern University’s toast to Nick Joaquin on May 25, billed as “Remembering Our Nick,” FEU vice-president for academic affairs Dr. Maria Teresa Tinio expressed what may be the most significant initiative taken by the university with regards the late National Artist’s works.
     She announced that as new curricula and new syllabi are being crafted for the start of university education for students who had completed 12 years of basic schooling, “FEU will take this opportunity to infuse its general education curriculum with the works of Nick Joaquin.”
     In classes such as Study and Thinking Skills and Purposive Communication, Joaquin’s essays on Manila will be used as specific models of writing, even as FEU aims to build a common cultural experience for students through a canon of readings.
     “Nick Joaquin’s works will play an important part of that canon and part of that culture; no student will graduate from FEU without having had experienced Nick.”
As Nick himself would have said: Terrific! Other universities could well consider replicating this commendable initiative.
     FEU’s director of the University Research Center, Dennis Pulido, also plans to start building a Nick Joaquin resource center — “an electronic hub that will hold copies of studies about Nick Joaquin and other resources such as interviews, letters, photographs, that will help researchers come to more understanding of Nick’s works, genres, life, and times.”
     As a university that has enjoyed special ties with the most prominent Filipino writer, FEU is prepared to commit substantial resources for this undertaking.
It was Nick who wrote the lyrics of the FEU Hymn, on the prodding of his sister-in-law Sarah Kabigting Joaquin, an outstanding Speech and Drama student, for whom then university president Dr. Nicanor Reyes had the FEU Auditorium built. As current FEU president Dr. Michael Alba recalls, that auditorium became the staging ground of Portrait of the Artist as Filipino, as well as the venue of inspirational talks Joaquin gave to FEU college students.
     Nick’s translation into English of The Complete Poems and Plays of Jose Rizal was commissioned and published by FEU Publications in 1976. And on the centenary of the university’s founder, Dr. Nicanor Reyes, Sr., current chair emeritus Dr. Lourdes Reyes Montinola commissioned Nick for the biography, Mr. FEU: The Culture Hero, which was launched in February 1995.
     The morning program had UP professor emeritus Dr. Gรฉmino H. Abad delivering the Memorial Lecture, on “Nick Joaquin the Poet,” following which the Nick Joaquin Special Collections Room on the 3rd floor of the university library, Nicanor Reyes Hall, was relaunched.
     New items added since it was opened two years ago include a bust of the writer donated by sculptor Julie Lluch, a fresh copy of Zena s Dvoma Pupkami, the Czech translation of The Woman Who Had Two Navels, donated by the Czech Ambassador Jaroslov Osla, Jr., and a copy of Pop Stories for Groovy Kids, donated by Ramon Magsaysay awardee Ligaya Amilbangsa.
Nick’s nieces, Cecile Joaquin Yasay and Charo Joaquin Villegas, led in the relaunch of the collections room, the renovation of which received sponsorship from San Miguel Corporation, as well as the relaunch at the ground floor lobby of Joaquin’s translation of Rizal’s works. On display at the same lobby was the FEU students’ art exhibit, titled “Revisioning Dona Jeronima.”
     Forthcoming activities for the continuing celebration of Nick Joaquin’s centennial include special film screenings at FEU Makati of Sari Dalena’s Dahling Nick and National Artist Lamberto Avellana’s Portrait of An Artist as Filipino, at 3 p.m. and 6 p.m., respectively, on Sept. 20; and on Oct. 6, the staging at FEU Auditorium of a new adaptation of “May Day Eve” by Galleon Theatre MNL.
     For that day that launched FEU’s yearlong commemoration of a truly beloved writer, it was poet-critic Jimmy Abad who provided inimitable entertainment with his recitations from memory of Nick’s poems.
     Some lines from his lecture also resonate, as when he quoted Nick telling his sister-in-law Sarah about his considered heartland that was Intramuros: “There is so much history and culture in this small place ... this breath of the past tells us who we are and where we have come from.”
The same may be said of Far Eastern University’s well-preserved campus in Manila, with its art deco buildings now joined by a modern hall that houses the great writer’s books, papers, and other precious memorabilia.
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