Friday, June 29, 2012
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Foggy town
Window with a view |
When I spent my summer there recently, my old girlfriends (all beyond 55 years old) met every Friday and listed all the little woes and worries our other friends had texted in or shared with us in some way . We spent those mornings, whenever chance and weather allowed me to join them, in a room with a bay window that looks over a part of Baguio and Benguet.
Flora and Irene discuss community matters. |
Clouds creeping on little cat's feet |
Cloud-gazing, wishing others well, being in the company of women--I can't imagine two hours better expended.
Cloud and pine cover |
Monday, June 25, 2012
A very late Sunday lunch
That is what a family like ours can expect when we begin the day with an unusual breakfast of spaghetti and meatballs with garlic bread. And Gatorade to replace my pick-me-upper coffee.
Since my daughter Kimi and I caught a tummy bug, we've been indoors all week, except for a morning when I visited a friend who was weaker than me.
So Sunday, our boss Rolly said it was gonna be his treat again. We didn't leave the house until past 2 p.m., but we weren't feeling particularly ravenous because we snacked on Marie's beautiful chocolate cake and pastillas-flavored florettes.
By the time we parked at Mario's, the Sunday lunchtime buffet crowd was gone, and we went a la carte: parmesan chicken and pasta for the younger girls, split USDA steak, well done, and mashed potatoes with side veggies of okra (my fave!) for the oldies. I can't believe I'm in the latter category, but at 57 who can deny that?
Here we are before and after our meals. Satisfied customers, as usual.
Photos by Kimi Fernandez and Babeth Lolarga
Since my daughter Kimi and I caught a tummy bug, we've been indoors all week, except for a morning when I visited a friend who was weaker than me.
So Sunday, our boss Rolly said it was gonna be his treat again. We didn't leave the house until past 2 p.m., but we weren't feeling particularly ravenous because we snacked on Marie's beautiful chocolate cake and pastillas-flavored florettes.
By the time we parked at Mario's, the Sunday lunchtime buffet crowd was gone, and we went a la carte: parmesan chicken and pasta for the younger girls, split USDA steak, well done, and mashed potatoes with side veggies of okra (my fave!) for the oldies. I can't believe I'm in the latter category, but at 57 who can deny that?
Here we are before and after our meals. Satisfied customers, as usual.
There's something about a red and white checkered tablecloth that stirs the appetite. |
Here's Butones doing her version of "Bow Bow Belinda" in front of the menu board. |
This girl loves warm and plain dinner rolls. |
We love this area by the main entrance. It has a super-cushy couch and that elegant stone arc dividing it from the bar. We've had our Christmas photos taken here in the past. |
And that's our squeeze doll on the left. |
We are family, except for Butones's Tita Ida whom we miss on occasions like this. |
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Víspera del cumpleaños
Power to the whimsical
By way of wishing yours truly another year of good cheer and sharing through this space, here is an image plucked from http://www.mymodernmet.com/profiles/blogs/andre-feliciano-camera-flowers. It is a delightfully deceiving photograph by Brazilian artist Andre Feliciano whose works are being shown for the first time at a photo festival in Brooklyn, New York. Special greenhouses have been set up to display his "camera flowers."
I find his work symbolic or representative of what I've been trying to do with this blog, that is, combine words and images. Sometimes I'm told by my most astute critics (they are three: my partner and my two daughters) that my entries are way too lengthy, but that's a rare occasion. I usually break up blocks of paragraph with an image here and there.
Thanks to the ease of Blogger's commands and controls, I can choose to enlarge the image or keep it within normal size.
But who wants normal? Just looking at Feliciano's creation, this 57-year-old grandma agrees that whimsy has power.
I find his work symbolic or representative of what I've been trying to do with this blog, that is, combine words and images. Sometimes I'm told by my most astute critics (they are three: my partner and my two daughters) that my entries are way too lengthy, but that's a rare occasion. I usually break up blocks of paragraph with an image here and there.
Thanks to the ease of Blogger's commands and controls, I can choose to enlarge the image or keep it within normal size.
But who wants normal? Just looking at Feliciano's creation, this 57-year-old grandma agrees that whimsy has power.
Saturday, June 23, 2012
Drunk Texts from Famous Authors
Drunk Texts from Famous Authors
What would it be like if Emily Dickinson & Gertrude Stein sent you a text that they were plastered in a bar & could you please pick them up & bring them home to safety?
What would it be like if Emily Dickinson & Gertrude Stein sent you a text that they were plastered in a bar & could you please pick them up & bring them home to safety?
Italian foothold in historic Paco | VERA Files
Italian foothold in historic Paco | VERA Files
Besides Paco Park, this Manila district is now home to great Italian cuisine.
Besides Paco Park, this Manila district is now home to great Italian cuisine.
Martial Law diaries | VERA Files
Martial Law diaries | VERA Files
An exercise in remembering so that martial law won't happen again
An exercise in remembering so that martial law won't happen again
Thursday, June 21, 2012
El dia de Tats y Butones
Baguio days in June tend to be overcast with hardly a hint of sun. So I guess our growing Butones was hopeful that morning for something special to happen. She had been spending a lot of time inside the house because we'd waken to wet and windy mornings that always ruined plans for a walk (actually, a sprint for her now that she's learning to run). So she'd stare out the window with the dusty screen that overlooks the common parking space, waiting for the older kids to come out and ride their bikes or for the neighbors' cars to warm up.
But rain or shine, I had promised the man of the house that I'd treat him this once to Hill Station's Latin American luncheon buffet billed as "El Dia del Padre." He couldn't bear the idea of leaving Butones, her mamay Kimi and yaya Mackenzie home or being sent off to another restaurant so we could have this date to ourselves so he decided it would be his treat with yours truly adding my share to the bill. Who was I to contradict him?
The little one got to wear her birthday outfit once more that was a tad loose in April, making her look like a manang than a year-old celebrator. It had a nice tulip hem and made her look like a young sophisticate like her Tita Ida who couldn't be with us.
In late May, Padma Perez of Mt. Cloud Bookshop told us about the Hill's Father's Day plan, how she was helping the restaurant's dynamo, Mitos Benitez, with the promotions that involved writing the advertising copy in Spanglish.
I thought aloud to the man in the house that there may be a lot of meat involved since I was imagining the Lat-Am grasslands and cows and Argentinian corned beef.
I was secretly hoping for guacamole and chips and came out not disappointed at all. En punto, on the dot, I loaded my plate with tacos, the smooth guacamole dip, one or two oysters Rockefeller, the same amount of grilled barbecue potato skins, and right away I felt it was a sweet Sunday.
While I enjoyed that first swing around the appetizer table, Kimi, who was cradling a sleeping Butones in her arms, put on a sour face and reminded me to think of her as hungry mother, too. Her gustatory discovery in the food lineup was the biscuit-like Chilean style sopaipillas that made this grandmother think of flattened Russian tea cookies. Well, we had it with everything from appetizers to dessert.
We couldn't pass up the Caesar salad, it being part of the Benitez family's restaurant tradition.
When Butones woke from her power nap, she had an appetite for the spaghetti vongole and the not-too-sweet, just-right arroz con leche. She just had a spoonful of mashed potatoes and returned to the pasta and arroz. I could almost hear her humming her secret tune while eating.
Her grumpa, whom she calls Tats like the rest of us, was predictably partial to the oysters (the Caviteño in him) and frequently stopped by the carving station for lechon and the slow roast US beef which he preferred to eat with gravy than the chef's recommended chimichurri sauce.
Kimi was all praises for the vegetable moussaka and I for the paella Negra con aioli and made sure I had no black squid ink between my teeth. The arroz de leche mentioned earlier was the perfect foil to the cloyingly sweet flan de sevilla, a staple at the Hill's dessert list, and the tocino del cielo. The marquez de chocolate was served in shot glasses (where was the tequila?) with tiny plastic spades to scoop out the goodness. Two of those and I felt like shooting through the roof from the choco and sugar high.
In keeping with the Latin American-Mexican theme, there was a mariachi band, Los Bandidos (too amiable to look like bandits), to serenade the diners with popular tunes like "Guatanamera," "Besame Mucho," "Quizas Quizas Quizas," all of which brought back memories of old chum-compadre Amadis Ma. Guerrero, now a choir singer going places.
Most photos taken by Babeth Lolarga
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Hands
While recovering from some form of stomach flu these past days, I've been wandering through old emails and found this gem sent by a cousin abroad. The activity takes my mind off the discomfort of spasms and running to the toilet every so often. I am re-posting it here so it won't be forgotten, and I will be more mindful of the hands of women in my life, more importantly of the hands that truly heal. It is again written by that most famous writer of all: Anonymous.
I was privileged to take a photo of “Five Generations of Women” shortly before my 93 year-old Grandmother passed away last year. The photo, shown below, features the hands of my Grandmother, Mom, Sister, Niece and Great-Niece. While I can't take credit for the idea, I was so happy to have had the suggestion & capture this moment. It inspired a friend of mine to do something similar, which turned out so beautiful it became a special keepsake, prior to her father's passing.
Grandma's Hands
Grandma, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench. She didn't move, just sat with her head down staring at her hands.
When I sat down beside her she didn't acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat I wondered if she was OK
Finally, not really wanting to disturb her but wanting to check on her at the same time, I asked her if she was OK. She raised her head and looked at me and smiled. "Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking," she said in a clear voice strong.
"I didn't mean to disturb you, grandma, but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK," I explained to her.
"Have you ever looked at your hands," she asked.. "I mean really looked at your hands?"
I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I turned them over, palms up and then palms down. No, I guess I had never really looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point she was making.
Grandma smiled and related this story:
"Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have served you well throughout your years. These hands, though wrinkled shriveled and weak have been the tools I have used all my life to reach out and grab and embrace life.
"They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I crashed upon the floor.
"They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back. As a child, my mother taught me to fold them in prayer. They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots. They held my husband and wiped my tears when he went off to war.
"They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent. They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son. Decorated with my wedding band they showed the world that I was married and loved someone special.
"They wrote my letters to him and trembled and shook when I buried my parents and spouse.
"They have held my children and grandchildren, consoled neighbors, and shook in fists of anger when I didn't understand.
"They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the rest of my body. They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw. And to this day when not much of anything else of me works real well these hands hold me up, lay me down, and again continue to fold in prayer.
"These hands are the mark of where I've been and the ruggedness of life.
"But more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out and take when he leads me home. And with my hands He will lift me to His side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of Christ."
I will never look at my hands the same again. But I remember God reached out and took my grandma's hands and led her home.
When my hands are hurt or sore or when I stroke the face of my children and husband I think of grandma. I know she has been stroked and caressed and held by the hands of God.
I, too, want to touch the face of God and feel His hands upon my face. -- Author Unknown
I was privileged to take a photo of “Five Generations of Women” shortly before my 93 year-old Grandmother passed away last year. The photo, shown below, features the hands of my Grandmother, Mom, Sister, Niece and Great-Niece. While I can't take credit for the idea, I was so happy to have had the suggestion & capture this moment. It inspired a friend of mine to do something similar, which turned out so beautiful it became a special keepsake, prior to her father's passing.
Grandma's Hands
Grandma, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench. She didn't move, just sat with her head down staring at her hands.
When I sat down beside her she didn't acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat I wondered if she was OK
Finally, not really wanting to disturb her but wanting to check on her at the same time, I asked her if she was OK. She raised her head and looked at me and smiled. "Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking," she said in a clear voice strong.
"I didn't mean to disturb you, grandma, but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK," I explained to her.
"Have you ever looked at your hands," she asked.. "I mean really looked at your hands?"
I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I turned them over, palms up and then palms down. No, I guess I had never really looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point she was making.
Grandma smiled and related this story:
"Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have served you well throughout your years. These hands, though wrinkled shriveled and weak have been the tools I have used all my life to reach out and grab and embrace life.
"They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I crashed upon the floor.
"They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back. As a child, my mother taught me to fold them in prayer. They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots. They held my husband and wiped my tears when he went off to war.
"They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent. They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son. Decorated with my wedding band they showed the world that I was married and loved someone special.
"They wrote my letters to him and trembled and shook when I buried my parents and spouse.
"They have held my children and grandchildren, consoled neighbors, and shook in fists of anger when I didn't understand.
"They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the rest of my body. They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw. And to this day when not much of anything else of me works real well these hands hold me up, lay me down, and again continue to fold in prayer.
"These hands are the mark of where I've been and the ruggedness of life.
"But more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out and take when he leads me home. And with my hands He will lift me to His side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of Christ."
I will never look at my hands the same again. But I remember God reached out and took my grandma's hands and led her home.
When my hands are hurt or sore or when I stroke the face of my children and husband I think of grandma. I know she has been stroked and caressed and held by the hands of God.
I, too, want to touch the face of God and feel His hands upon my face. -- Author Unknown
Monday, June 18, 2012
Fury, frailty in Kiri Dalena’s ‘Washed Out’
Fury, frailty in Kiri Dalena’s ‘Washed Out’
Visual artist Kiri Dalena shows through an installation of logs and two videos just what sort of visitor Typhoon Sendong was.
Visual artist Kiri Dalena shows through an installation of logs and two videos just what sort of visitor Typhoon Sendong was.
Sunday, June 17, 2012
To the tall man in the argyle pullover
Yes, he's the big guy in our lives, practically the only one because we're a houseful of women and girls, except for my youngest daughter who lives and works overseas like many OFWs seeking the proverbial green pasture.
Yesterday afternoon we all got ready to dress up in colorful attire for a friend's birthday out in Panorama Cafe at Mother's Garden in Upper Fairview, Quezon Hill. We knew how Mr. Big Guy turns wimpy when it comes to parking on slanted roads or maneuvering narrow curved roads when the weather is uncooperative so he decided early on that we would cab it to the venue.
But there was wee Ms. Kai, all of 14 months old, and who we couldn't expose to the rain and cold, no matter how warmly she was dressed. So Tats, as she calls her Grumpa, conceded and agreed to drive us to town, park his car at the office, then we all hailed and rode a fairly new-and-clean-looking cab for the ride to Quezon Hill as the fog turned milky thick.
We sat at one end of the long table. He sat at the other end with his guy friends. Every now and then, Kai would catch a of glimpse of him, smile her entrancing smile with her eyes turning smaller and her charm turned on a notch higher, and Mr. Big Guy would push back his chair and walk towards us to pick up the baby now turned toddler and take her around so she could get a better vantage point in viewing The View.
My friends in Baguio, Toottee Pacis and Therese Jison, always like to tell me something I have long accepted as a given in our family life today--that Kai has the only guy in our lives 'round her little pinky. Here's the evidence. And so we wish him our loving and lovable best on Father's Day!
Photos by Babeth Lolarga
Yesterday afternoon we all got ready to dress up in colorful attire for a friend's birthday out in Panorama Cafe at Mother's Garden in Upper Fairview, Quezon Hill. We knew how Mr. Big Guy turns wimpy when it comes to parking on slanted roads or maneuvering narrow curved roads when the weather is uncooperative so he decided early on that we would cab it to the venue.
But there was wee Ms. Kai, all of 14 months old, and who we couldn't expose to the rain and cold, no matter how warmly she was dressed. So Tats, as she calls her Grumpa, conceded and agreed to drive us to town, park his car at the office, then we all hailed and rode a fairly new-and-clean-looking cab for the ride to Quezon Hill as the fog turned milky thick.
We sat at one end of the long table. He sat at the other end with his guy friends. Every now and then, Kai would catch a of glimpse of him, smile her entrancing smile with her eyes turning smaller and her charm turned on a notch higher, and Mr. Big Guy would push back his chair and walk towards us to pick up the baby now turned toddler and take her around so she could get a better vantage point in viewing The View.
My friends in Baguio, Toottee Pacis and Therese Jison, always like to tell me something I have long accepted as a given in our family life today--that Kai has the only guy in our lives 'round her little pinky. Here's the evidence. And so we wish him our loving and lovable best on Father's Day!
Photos by Babeth Lolarga
Saturday, June 16, 2012
Sylvia Plath’s Sketches
Just as amazing as a pen and ink artist as she was as a poet
Sylvia Plath’s Sketches
Sylvia Plath’s Sketches
If you’re seeking refuge, it’s not in the Curved House
The home as a domain that is generally attributed to women is without conflict or terror.
Rather, it houses one’s most intimate fears and fragile psyche,
nurturing both peace and unrest, dreams and nightmares.
Curved House depicts of an unsafe place where violence, power struggle and distress
are exposed and executed through the manipulation of different media,
from organic to found objects, to marble dust, acrylic on canvas and printed word.
The particular usage of familiar yet foreboding objects and symbols
is a challenge to the spatial and habitual experience of a household—
misplaced doors without keys, an empty nest, a tower of books,
a plate of broken glass, a room remade from memory, a spider out in the open,
a web of chaos, portraits of restless faces and a display of the male phallus.
After two years of conceptualization, Curved House finally debuts as an exposition of
personal ordeals and disconcerting visions of twenty four women participants namely,
Ambie Abano
Agnes Arellano
Marika Constantino
Kiri Lluch Dalena
Maan de Loyola
Racquel de Loyola
Rica Estrada
Karen Flores
Lian Ladia
Cathy Lasam
Lea Lim
Kat Medina
Eden Ocampo
Siddharta Perez
Alma Quinto
Ling Quisumbing Ramilo
Dang Sering
Bru Sim
AJ Tolentino
Mimi Tecson
Lia Torralba
Teta Tulay
Josephine Turalba
and Con Cabrera, curator of the show.
The Blanc Compound opens the exhibition on June 2, 2012, reception starts at 6pm.
Curved House is on view until June 23, 2012.
The Blanc Compound is located at 359 Shaw Blvd. Interior Addition Hills, Mandaluyong City.
For more information about the show, visit http://curvedhouse.info or email concabrera@gmail.com
Rather, it houses one’s most intimate fears and fragile psyche,
nurturing both peace and unrest, dreams and nightmares.
Curved House depicts of an unsafe place where violence, power struggle and distress
are exposed and executed through the manipulation of different media,
from organic to found objects, to marble dust, acrylic on canvas and printed word.
The particular usage of familiar yet foreboding objects and symbols
is a challenge to the spatial and habitual experience of a household—
misplaced doors without keys, an empty nest, a tower of books,
a plate of broken glass, a room remade from memory, a spider out in the open,
a web of chaos, portraits of restless faces and a display of the male phallus.
After two years of conceptualization, Curved House finally debuts as an exposition of
personal ordeals and disconcerting visions of twenty four women participants namely,
Ambie Abano
Agnes Arellano
Marika Constantino
Kiri Lluch Dalena
Maan de Loyola
Racquel de Loyola
Rica Estrada
Karen Flores
Lian Ladia
Cathy Lasam
Lea Lim
Kat Medina
Eden Ocampo
Siddharta Perez
Alma Quinto
Ling Quisumbing Ramilo
Dang Sering
Bru Sim
AJ Tolentino
Mimi Tecson
Lia Torralba
Teta Tulay
Josephine Turalba
and Con Cabrera, curator of the show.
The Blanc Compound opens the exhibition on June 2, 2012, reception starts at 6pm.
Curved House is on view until June 23, 2012.
The Blanc Compound is located at 359 Shaw Blvd. Interior Addition Hills, Mandaluyong City.
For more information about the show, visit http://curvedhouse.info or email concabrera@gmail.com
Friday, June 15, 2012
End impunity: Run for your life
From Tinay Palabay, spokesperson of the human rights group Karapatan, comes this announcement about a different kind of run to be held at our favorite walking zone at the UP Diliman campus, the academic oval.
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This June , as the International Day in Support of Victims of Torture will be commemorated on the 26th, UP Kilos Na!, Karapatan, All-UP Workers Alliance and Tanggulan Youth Network are inviting you to join us in speaking against the unspeakable, to stand against torture and all forms of human rights violations.
Torture continues to be employed by the state, to break the spirit, dignity and will of those it had deemed “enemies of the state.” This can be attested to by many political detainees and survivors of abduction who were subjected to cruel and inhumane acts by state security forces. Many had the determination and will to get over the physical and mental pain of their experience; still many need support for their continued healing. Thousands who were disappeared were also probably tortured, while their families continue to be tormented with the uncertainty of their fate. To date, under the Aquino administration, there are already 96 victims of torture and 76 victims of extrajudicial killings, while 363 political prisoners continue to languish in detention centers. Nine have been forcibly disappeared.
Although the Philippines is a signatory to international human rights instruments such as the Convention against Torture, state security forces continue the use of torture and at the very least tolerates it, as none have been punished for violating the Anti-Torture Law.
This June, the human rights community will also commemorate the abduction of UP students Sherlyn Cadapan and Karen Empeño six years ago. While their mothers have continued their search for justice when they filed criminal charges against Maj. Gen. Jovito Palparan Jr. and his band of torturers, Palparan continues to evade the warrant of arrest issued against him amid the Aquino government’s lackluster efforts to arrest him. Palparan personifies the prevalent state of impunity in the country.
We would like to enjoin you to give tribute to the victims of torture and all rights abuses, and give voice to the call for justice and to end torture. We invite you to join us in “Run for your Life 2 (This is not a fun run),” an activity that aims to raise public awareness about torture, extrajudicial killings, the plight of political prisoners, human rights violations and the climate of impunity.
This will be the second time that we will lead this kind of activity, in coordination with other concerned organizations; the first was in 2011, dubbed “Run for your Life (This is not a fun run)”, and was participated in by Sunday joggers, runners and non-runners, bloggers, human rights activists, mainstream and alternative media and other concerned citizens. It was part of the campaign against torture and was held on the International Day in Support of Victims of Torture.
This time, it will be a 4.4 kilometer run/walk/jog, to be held on June 22, 2012, Friday, from 4:30 to 6:30 p.m., around the tree-lined Academic Oval in UP Diliman.
“Run for your Life 2 (This is not a fun run)” is also a part of the series of activities to commemorate the abduction of Empeño and Cadapan, who was also a sprinter/triathlete. To put a “twist” to the usual, there will be a “prison cell,” and participants will be encouraged to keep their eyes open for “Jovito Palparan”, whom they must capture by virtue of citizen’s arrest. The real Gen. Jovito Palparan Jr. is a fugitive who remains scot-free after he was served a warrant of arrest for kidnapping and illegal detention of Karen and Sherlyn. The run will also serve as a fundraising event to generate financial support for the ongoing legal cases against Palparan and all human rights violators, so donations for the run are very welcome.
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Long live Cecile Afable & Baguio City
Cecile Afable: Baguio girl all the way to her death |
An SMS announcing the passing of Cecile Afable just reached me while I was in the midst of removing/compressing/deleting old files from a computer to increase its speed and not burden the hard drive. I don't know if I'm doing the right thing by being "kind" to this machine that eases my work, but the meandering down the thickets of old files inevitably made me pause over this old thesis proposal I submitted to a University of the Philippines professor sometime in the mid-2000s as a requirement for that subject called a "baby thesis".
In it are some mentions of Ms. Afable's advocacy in the preservation of Baguio City as a special heritage zone. Sometimes I've come to believe that hers and others' similar voices have fallen on deaf ears with the state the city finds itself in today.
This blogger hopes that when the eulogies for Ms. Afable pour in, this particular advocacy of hers will be remembered and a renewed call for keeping what's truly good and beautiful about our city will be made.
I'll miss the sight of her in circa '60s mini-skirt and boots with pointy heels (in being retro, she was quite in). A glass of scotch (or was it whisky?) was always reverently placed in front of her when she attended socials. She cut a graceful figure on the dance floor (she was either in her very late 80s or somewhere in her 90s when I witnessed this) as bon vivant Des Bautista took her for a spin on one of his well-attended birthday shindigs.
Finally, in her defense, I must add that her overall crochety-ness, her gruffness at know-it-all young punks, her grousing at city hall and other public officials who're too comfortable in their swivel chairs behind their desks--these traits made her a woman who never lost her asim and anghang. In short, the last act of her life was what most women in midlife aspire for: that of a juicy crone.
So this one's for you, Ms. Afable, as you join a community of anitos. We'll be looking at the moon, and we'll be seeing you.
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A Dream for Baguio City: Declaring It a National Heritage Zone
By Elizabeth Lolarga
Statement
of problem
Nearly everyone above 30 years old pine (pun intended) for the old City of
Pines that Baguio was, back when its very mention evokes the image of "the
summer refuge and literally the golden city of the country," wrote Frank
Cimatu, correspondent of Philippine Daily Inquirer.
In Cimatu's report, "City of Pines bats for special heritage zone,"
he cited an online petition making the rounds of email boxes calling for the
city to be declared a special heritage zone. The list of signatories has
reached over a thousand and include such prominent names as architect Augusto
Villalon, Rene Luis Mata, former Tourism Secretary Gemma Cruz Araneta,
author-scholar Fernando Nakpil Zialcita, art collector John L. Silva, all of
whom are members of the Heritage Conservation Society, Maria Cristina Turalba
and Issa Avedano of the United Architects of the Philippines Arkitecturang
Pilipino, columnist Bambi L. Harper of the Inquirer, noted public
relations practitioner Joan Orendain of Orendain and Associates, Sinag de Leon
Amado of Women's Media Circle and UP Mountaineers.
All of them and a thousand others are aware of the problem besetting Baguio
City—environmental degradation brought about by rapid urbanization.
Their petition
partly read: "We believe that in the past two decades, the city of Baguio
has experienced a substantial degradation of its unique culture, environment
and art. We believe that the approval of certain politicians with no
respect for aesthetics and the environment of Baguio to put up concrete
structures such as malls, overpasses and flyovers only worsen Baguio City's
lamentable decay as a 'City of Pines.' We believe that this overdevelopment and
resulting pollution have to stop."
It
continued: "We believe, therefore, that the city of Baguio deserves to be
declared a special heritage zone so that the degradation
brought about byoverdevelopment can be minimized and gradually controlled. We
believe that Baguio City's heritage as a center of culture and environmental
awareness is a valuable asset not just to the Philippines, but also to the
world."
The petitioners called on the local and national governments "to confer on
this unique mountain city the special heritage status as soon as possible,
preferably before the Baguio Centennial in 2009, so no further destruction
of its limited cultural, environmental and aesthetic resources may
continue."
According
to en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baguio_City,
the petition
to declare Baguio a heritage zone was
spread throughout the Internet and various national print media, gaining
the support of more than 10,000 signatories. The petition called on various
concerned officials to create the zone before the Baguio centennial on 2009.
Initiated by Dion Fernandez, the move has been partially approved in the first
reading of a Special Heritage Bill submitted to the Baguio City Council in
August 2005.
Villalon, dubbed by Rodrigo D. Perez III as "one of the more prominent
crusaders for heritage conservation," wrote in his book Lugar:
Essays on Philippine Heritage and Architecture this warning: "The
mystique of Baguio, a combination of climate and topography, of mountain pines
and flowers, open parks and green and white houses, may have a hard time
lasting."
He attributed this negative scenario to "many pine trees (disappearing)
from the city center. Wooden houses have given way to the view of concrete, emanating
from mushrooming holiday developments and the massive pedestrian overpasses
that are now the new monumental view at the foot of Session Road."
But why is Baguio all that important to merit a special heritage status when
the time comes? Villalon wrote that "Baguio is indeed a special place, a
place of happy memories… Many people today no longer remember that Baguio was
meant to be a special place. Founded by the Americans in 1900, Baguio was
conceptualized in the early 20 th century colonial
tradition of other Hill Stations in Asia."
The same author wrote that there is something in the Filipino psyche that does
not seem to value the past. A concept of patrimony is lacking wherein
"anything valuable handed down by earlier generations and looked upon as a
trust is difficult to grasp for many of us Filipinos. We fail to realize that
the tapestry of monuments, buildings and open spaces from our past forms part
of our collective patrimony. They record our unique history."
Villalon warned that "unless Baguio takes its future in hand today and
legislates to allow a maximum of progress while establishing regulations that
rigorously maintain its ambiance as a cool, mountain city of pines, it could
lose its charm and its magic in the next few years. Soon Baguio will join the
rest of the country with malls and other generic megastructures."
Known as the three witches of Baguio (from left): Ms. Afable, Gene de Guia and Leonor San Agustin. From Art Tibaldo's Multiply account |
Apart from Villalon, other voices from Baguio itself are raised against the
continued "uglification" of the city, among them old-timers Cecile
Afable, editor in chief of the Baguio Midland Courier, Leonora
Paraan San Agustin, curator of the Baguio-Benguet Museum, and former Mayor
Virginia de Guia. The three, whose ages range from the 80s to the 90s, are
trying to stop the building of another flyover that would destroy the beautiful
rotunda or roundabout not too far from the Baguio General Hospital. The rotunda
not only controls traffic in the area but is planted to flowers and plants. It
stands at the gateway of Baguio City. The three old-timers, who remember a time
when "the smell of pine and the sight of Benguet lilies used to make us
excited to go home to Baguio" (Paraan San Agustin), are convinced that
what the Department of Public Works and Highways (DPWH) is building—the
flyover—"will ruin Baguio's small town appeal and result in the cutting of
century-old trees."
As De Guia put it: "We are in favor of development, but development must
have direction." Now that the DPWH project has
commenced, there is a danger that the felled trees will "disrupt the
aquifer and pollution would deteriorate Baguio further."
Another
writer, Mariel N. Franciso, co-author of Ladies' Lunch and Other Ways
to Wholeness and A Spiritual Pillow Book, and a frequent Baguio visitor, said in an interview with the thesis
writer that with the flyover, the city has lost "its small-town
coziness."
All
the more reason to act on Villalon's nagging suggestion. He wrote: "Like
Vigan and Taal, Baguio is one of the few remaining heritage cities. It is
probably where the biggest collection of American colonial heritage
architecture and urban planning is found in the country. Like our Spanish
colonial centers, Baguio is just as endangered.
"The killer earthquake that struck Baguio is thankfully now a memory.
Hardly any traces remain of that disaster. With the new disaster that faces
Baguio today, man, not nature, is the killer." And there you have it, a
new flyover rising. Where did People Power go?
Objectives of the study
1.
To show the urgency of declaring Baguio City or at least its historical areas
as a special heritage zone
2.
To explain the significance of Baguio in the country's history and its place in
it
3.
To present alternatives to the congested Baguio City and see to its possible
adoption
4.
To restore pride of place in Baguio City
5.
To contribute to the re-greening and revitalization of Baguio City
6.
To turn attention on the historical landmarks of the city and lead to their
preservation
7.
To revive an awareness of the history of Baguio to make residents and visitors
doubly cherish the city and respect it
8.
To bring to the attention of government the state of Baguio City and move it to
preserve and conserve historical and environmental landmarks
Significance of the
study
As earlier stated, Baguio holds a special place in the hearts of Filipinos. Villalon waxed poetic when he described the sentiments conjured by the mere mention of Baguio: "It is where certain attractions require some amount of physical exertion: horseback riding, bicycling in the park, and paddling on the lagoon. Other attractions demand expending resources of another sort: shopping on Session Road or at the Market. The Baguio we all know and remember is a city of pine trees, flowers and open parks. Are these qualities holding up these days?"
As earlier stated, Baguio holds a special place in the hearts of Filipinos. Villalon waxed poetic when he described the sentiments conjured by the mere mention of Baguio: "It is where certain attractions require some amount of physical exertion: horseback riding, bicycling in the park, and paddling on the lagoon. Other attractions demand expending resources of another sort: shopping on Session Road or at the Market. The Baguio we all know and remember is a city of pine trees, flowers and open parks. Are these qualities holding up these days?"
This proposal seeks to find out if Baguio's qualities—the ones that make visitors come up season after season or the reasons that make residents stay despite the pollution and other negative factors—are worth saving for this and future generations.
In another Inquirer report
written by Vincent Cabreza, he sought out the city's urban planning expert,
Joseph Alabanza, to find out if Baguio is stretched to its limits. Alabanza's
thesis is that "Baguio had breached its capacity to provide adequate food,
shelter and water to its growing population and must farm out its economic
investments to these urbanizing towns where suburban communities can
grow."
While petitioners clamor for heritage preservation, Alabanza said "the
physical restoration has not kept pace with Baguio's social change. Migrants
are still allowed to build houses on mountain slopes, blocking natural creeks
and drainages… Buildings have also started to rise higher than the five-storey
ceiling proposed by urban planning experts concerned about the city's limestone
foundations and underground fractures which became apparent after the 1990
earthquake."
In an interview with the thesis author, Alabanza said, "Baguio should be
planned with the neighboring towns in mind so they would be planning together.
Baguio has reached its carrying capacity. It faces the problems of solid waste
management, traffic, scarcity of water, pollution."
In a Statement of Vision for the city drafted in a 1990 congress, participants
expressed their hope to restore Baguio to a "green, clean, safe
environment where every household enjoys basic social services and the
community is built around a disciplined, self-reliant people proud of their
heritage."
Another
author, Virginia Benitez Licuanan, in her book Filipinos and Americans:
A Love-Hate Relationship—American Colonial Rules as Based on the Story of
Baguio and the Baguio Country Club , pointed out Baguio's significance
and in effect why it should be preserved, conserved and enhanced: "Baguio
is the only American made city in the Philippines. All other Philippine cities
are of Spanish origin or organized after the American regime."
She continued, "But Baguio was dreamed up by Americans, discovered by
Americans, planned by Americans, built by Americans and, if truth be told,
maintained in the beginning mainly, if not solely, for the comfort and
enjoyment of Americans."
This statement echoed Villalon's earlier claim that Baguio is unique in having
still existing American-built structures, among them Camp John Hay, Teachers'
Camp, Burnham Park.
The city, designed by urban planner Daniel Burnham after a trip to Baguio in
1904, was laid out by William Cameron Forbes and William H. Haube. They even
contacted religious orders, and in time the Jesuits had Mirador Hill while the
Dominicans had built on Dominican Hill. These places, by the way, give scenic
views of the city.
Forbes wrote how special Baguio was to him: "Baguio is one of the few
things which I undertook to do which has not been allowed to suffer since I
left. It has continued going onward and upward, becoming more frequented and
more popular. I believe that if I had not had my nerve with me and gone right
ahead with it, that great boon to the Philippine people would have gone by the
wayside."
In 1900 when Dean Worcester discovered Baguio, there were just 51 people,
including a white man, 30 Igorots and 20 Ilocanos, according to Benitez
Licuanan's account. But these few people were already environmentalists before
the word was coined.
Benitez Licuanan wrote, "Not only were they few, but they were the kind of
people who were attuned to their environment, and their activities no more
disturbed the pristine beauty that surrounded them than the growing of the
pines and the creeping of the wild flowering vines on the green hillsides."
When Burnham designed Baguio, he imagined a place where a population of 20,000
could live decently and harmoniously. Today Baguio's population has swelled to
250,000 people and counting. Like any city stretched within its capacity, the
city suffers from mudslides (trees having been cut down to make way for houses
and other structures), traffic congestion in the Central Business District
covering Session Road and Magsaysay Ave., crime, occasional health problems
like dengue fever and meningococcemia.
This study is important because it seeks, in de Guia's words in her column
"Baguio Ko Mahal Ko" in the Baguio Midland Courier ,
to "Buhayin angBaguio!" Her exhortation means that "our
city needs a stimulating injection to give it a new life! Baguio has become
stale. In recent decades, she has lost her vibrancy that stimulated
everyone—newcomer or old-timer—whenever they came to our inspiring, colorful,
stimulating city."
De Guia added, "Once upon a time, if you had TB (tuberculosis), the only
cure that doctors prescribed was 'go up to Baguio!' With her pure fresh air,
Baguio air cured one. Baguio was a sanitarium. Baguio was a medicine."
Apart from having started a sanitarium early in the century, the significance
of Baguio is similar to that of Camp John Hay: it is an environmental
sanctuary; it is a historical landmark; and it is an ecotourist destination.
Woe that Baguio has fallen in the Filipinos' list of top summer destinations.
It seems Boracay island in Aklan has acquired the distinction of being the top
summer destination in the Philippines.
Thelma
Sioson San Juan, a columnist of Philippine Daily Inquirer, wrote:
"The measure of a mature city that's worthy of its place in today's world is
its sense of heritage. You can't bring a promise of the future unless you have
a sense of the past. Pride of place—that's what you bring to the global
table." Although she was writing about a clean but bustling
city like Bangkok, she could very well be speaking for how other historical
cities like Baguio should look.
Scope
This study is
accompanied by photographs of the important landmarks of Baguio. Listed earlier
were Camp John Hay, Teachers' Camp and Burnham Park. To this we added some
places in grave danger of being destroyed like the rotunda near Baguio General
Hospital, which has given way to another flyover, Baguio Cathedral,
Session Road and the public market.
These photographs stand
as proof of why Baguio needs to be declared a special heritage zone. In the
book Ansel Adams by Barry Pritzker, it was recorded that with
Adams' 10,000 fine prints, more than 500 exhibitions and sales of millions of
copies of his books, he was able to make many people "aware not only of
the natural beauty of the western United States but also, as an ardent and
outspoken conservationist, of the need to preserve and protect that beauty for
the pleasure of future generations."
The book recounted how
as a member of the board of directors of the Sierra Club, Adams went to
Washington, D.C., " to lobby for the creation of a new national park at Kings
River Canyon, California. There he used photographs as a lobbying tool, noting
that photographs of the Sierra by Carleton Watkins influenced the decision to
create a state park at Yosemite Valley in 1864, and W.H. Jackson's photographs
of Yellowstone played a major role in the establishment of our first national
park in 1872."
Although no Adams,
Watkins or Jackson, the writer of this study who also served as a photographer
hopes her efforts will be heavy drops in the bucket. The photographs of Baguio
were blown up to 8"x11" in full color and exhibited at a public venue
where the petition to declare Baguio a special heritage zone was put up also on
display to get more signatories after which the petition would be turned over
to City Hall.
The efforts of Adams
serve as guide and inspiration. Prizker wrote, "Ansel Adams personally
lobbied Presidents Ford, Carter and Reagan to conserve and respect the
environment." Would that our efforts reach the highest offices of the
land. After all, the Mansion House in Baguio City, also built by the Americans,
is a favorite rest and recreation area of many Philippine Presidents.
Adams, who took photos
of canyons, caves, mountains and skies, has 100,000 acres of the Sierra named
after him through the efforts of Senators Pete Wilson and Alan Cranston—the
Ansel Adams Wilderness Area. An 11,760-foot peak at the head of the Lyell Fork
of the Merced River in Yosemite National Park was also named Mt. Ansel Adams.
So from him we take our cue.
Research Framework
The study and photographs
are limited to Baguio City. As earlier pronounced, the city is overcrowded—from
Burnham's ideal of 20,000 residents, the city burgeoned to over 250,0000. The
problem is how to create a delicate balance between the remaining forest cover
and historical structures and the residents' and migrants' need for space. This
study shows that such a balance is possible with the revival of the BLIST
program. BLIST stands for Baguio, La Trinidad, Itogon, Sablan and Tuba—a way
for Baguio to distribute its activities to neighboring towns.
A United Nations
Population Fund study showed that with a land area of 50 square kilometers, the
city of Baguio could not add more people to its population. The study also
named Baguio's big population as the cause of the city's water shortage, air
pollution, forest denudation, traffic congestion and other ills.
With the development of
the neighboring towns, Baguio can decongest and put a rightful claim as a
heritage zone. The city can take its cue from the municipality of Vigan, Iloco
Sur, which has been declared a heritage zone by its mayor, vice mayor and
municipal council.
All it takes is an
ordinance acknowledging the universal value of the historic city of Baguio,
requiring the protection and preservation of this irreplaceable cultural
heritage and the definition of special streets and avenues or the geographic
definition of the core people, perhaps starting from Kennon Road moving
upwards.
The petitioners of the
Declare Baguio as a Special Heritage Zone compared Baguio's "unique
history and blend of cultures" to that of Barcelona in Spain, Chiang Mai
in Thailand and San Francisco in the US. As a "center of arts, culture,
philosophy, education, tourism, sustainable development and environmental
awareness," Baguio, the petitioners declare, deserves to be a
special heritage zone so that the degradation brought about by overdevelopment
can be minimized and gradually controlled."
As a special heritage
zone, Baguio needs to be maintained as a historic city, preserved for its
history, reconstructed if need be, used adaptation for some old buildings so
they may be re-used without losing their cultural/historical significance,
restored where need be.
Theoretical
and Conceptual Frameworks
This study relies on the social realist theory. In her book Social
Realism in the Philippines, author Alice Guillermo wrote: "Realism in
the Philippine social realism is not a stylistic term, instead, it is a shared
point of view which seeks to expose or to lay bare the true conditions of
Philippine society as well as to point out solutions by which these conditions
are changed and transcended to achieve a truly human order. It involves
observation in the sense that the social realist must necessarily know his
subject which is Philippine society with its contradictions and its forces of
conflict."
Baguio has its inherent contradictions. It was built by a colonial power at a
time when the Filipino war of independence was raging. The city was meant to
serve the new white colonial power who could not adjust to the humidity of the
lowland and needed somewhere economical to stay without being shipped back
home. Then there was the lure of gold in the Cordillera mountains. In the end,
according to Bona Elisa Rusurreccion Andrada in the book Camp John Hay:
How It All Began….Where It is Bound, two of American's most enduring
legacies to the Philippines were the city of Baguio and Camp John Hay.
This American heritage, ironically enough, and the remaining natural wonders of
Baguio are the subject of the petition to declare the place a special heritage
zone that would mean the safekeeping of buildings and artifacts going back to
the early century. Originally intended as a convalescent center or sanitarium,
the city which grew along the lines stipulated by Burnham, expanded to become
the summer capital of the Philippines. Initially, only the well-to-do could
afford the trip to Baguio, but as the years wore on, Baguio was on the lips of
even the average employee who dreams of taking his family there for a weeklong
or weekend vacation. Daily and hourly, buses from Pasay City, Cubao in Quezon
City, Manila, Caloocan City and other parts of the island of Luzon go up to
Baguio, often full of passengers during the peak seasons of summer and
Christmas break. Thus has Baguio entered the Filipino psyche as a place of
leisure with exclusive places for the wealthy (Baguio Country Club) and the hoi
polloi (Burnham Park).
Methodology
This study relied on books, Internet sites, clippings and old photos of Baguio
and interviews with Alabanza and Francisco. It also undertook
a photography phase to show the current face of Baguio, positive and negative,
and why it needs drastic saving.
Alabanza described Baguio as "the only city that was designed from the
ground up by the American colonial government in 1909." Being such a
precious place, it deserves a unique place in the country's ongoing history.
According to Robert R. Reed in his book City of Pines: The Origins of
Baguio as a Colonial Hill Station and Regional Capital ,
"…Burnham clearly made provision for Baguio's anticipation functions as
the summer capital of the Philippines, as a major health resort, as a large
market center, and as a hub of recreational activities .. Burnham stated
emphatically that the design for the new station was conditioned fundamentally
by the paucity of level land within the urban reservation and by the rolling
terrain which dominated the settlement in the Baguio hills and advocated strict
laws designed to preserve the high quality of the Benguet
environment."
That was the past when the idyllic spacing of houses was followed, but the city
grew exponentially, and some concerned architects and urban planners led by
Alabanza, who is chair of the Baguio Centennial, are doing their best to bring
out the best in Baguio again.
In Cabreza's report, "Greening Baguio City," in the Inquirer,
the plans to "reinvent" the Baguio landscape and rid it of eyesores
were revealed. Among the measures proposed are:
· Edwin Ancheta, an
engineer, wants to put more trees on small alleys of the public market.
· Rafael Chan wants
to remove the domes made of concrete enveloping Malcolm Square, one of the few
city plazas. He also would like to remove the dome over the skating rink at
Burnham Park for the reason that "there are very few open spaces left
in Baguio. The ideal is not to cover them. People need to look up to the
sky," the report stated.
· Alabanza wishes
that Session Road be restricted to pedestrians instead of being clogged with
taxis and private vehicles. Chan supports him by designing the same road with
trees in a "grand re-envisioning of the area."
Alabanza explained to the writer of this thesis that if one stands on Session
Road today, one notices that it is "a glorified passageway" for
vehicles headed downtown or vehicles headed up to SM Baguio mall. "The
traffic is heavy, and pedestrians can't use the road."
His daughter Mary Anne Alabanza, who teaches urban planning at the University
of Georgia, in a visit to Baguio and a study of Session Road found out that the
pollution along the road is "beyond what is high." Furthermore, there
are no activities going on along Session Road apart from the stores selling
wares and restaurants serving diners.
What the elder Alabanza envisions and hopes to see started by the time of the
Baguio Centennial is the pedestrianization of Session Road. He asked his
students in urban design at the Saint Louis University in Baguio to come up
with perspectives on how Session Road would look if it is reoriented in favor
of pedestrians. This means pedestrians will not just be headed in
opposite directions, whether to market downtown or to SM Baguio uptown, but
would have reason to linger on Session Road because it will have activities
like concerts and plays. A children's playground will be put in place.
Alabanza's team plans to convert the pedestrian overpasses into elevated parks.
He said there is no opposition from formerly skeptical businessmen along
Session Road once they realize that pedestrianization will keep people on
Session Road. This translates to more customers. Sidewalk cafes can open. He
added that small entrepreneurs from such establishments as Porta Vaga, who are
closing up because of competition from SM Baguio, would have reason for their
businesses to flourish anew.
He continued, "The pedestrianization of Session Road and the planning for
BLIST are only at the individual levels. What officials must realize is the
plans for Baguio and BLIST do not stop at political boundary lines. We are
interdependent. We affect each other. That's why I'm for the inclusion of the
BLIST towns in the Centennial. Make it a joint celebration."
Alabanza is for the selective declaration of certain places as heritage
zones—"certain portions of Camp John Hay because that's where it all
began, and Session Road itself."
All these plans for the revitalization of Baguio will be mere dreams unless
people press on, sign the petition as concerned citizens and submit it to the
Philippine government or the city council for action.
Philippine
Star food columnist Claude Tayag wrote of a place in France where
pedestrianization is in place and the historical worth of a town is preserved
in his book Food Tour: A Culinary Journal.
Tayag wrote: "Time
stands still at Limeuil. This peaceful, quaint little village of stone houses
and winding streets on a hill that stands where the Dordogne and Verzere rivers
meet actually dates as far back as the twelfth century. It has been declared
one of the 148 most beautiful villages in France and a "Monument Historique,"
which means the locals and would-residents are required by national ordinance
to preserve the original design and structure of their houses and shops. But
behind this façade of antiquity, life in the village is actually quite
up-to-date. The people here enjoy modern conveniences too—they have
electricity, heating and plumbing and they are connected to the rest of the
world via the telephone, cable television and the Internet." That is what
needs to be done with the entire Baguio: to be declared one big "Monument
Historique."
Presentation
of Data
The photographs accompanying this study were taken in September and December
2006 and January 2007. The photographs were enlarged from their 5R size to 8R
for public exhibition.
About the Photographs
Camp John Hay remains the centerpiece of Baguio.
In his book The Skyland of the
Philippines, Laurence Lee Wilson called the
camp "a lovely upland park composed of
1,718.55 acres of rolling pine-clad
hills."
Based on a www.asianjournal.com report, "the city council is
pushing for the
conversion of Camp John Hay into one
of the 10 proposed cultural and historical heritage
zones in the summer capital."
The
report continued: "Several historical structures of Camp John Hay were
demolished between 1996 and 1999 to
make way for two hotels.
"Camp
John Hay was the military base where Japanese Imperial Army Gen.
Tomoyuki Yamashita surrendered to
American Gen. Douglas MacArthur at the end of
the Pacific War.
"Only
the Bell Amphitheater and the Bell House have been segregated as
historical sites under the
administration of John Hay Management Corp. (JHMC), the
estate manager of the Bases
Conversion Development Authority (BCDA).
"Councilors
Leandro Yangot, Edilberto Tenefrancia and Rocky Thomas Balisong
said in their proposed measure that
the city now 'realizes the need to preserve its
remaining heritage structures from
further destruction ... (and that it) understands that
such a move will increase (Baguio's)
tourism potential.'
"The measure puts the heritage
zones under the control of a conservation administrator."
Visitors
from the lowland areas make it a point to visit the Baguio Public Market before
leaving the city. According to the website www.cityofpines.com, the market is at the lower end of Session
Road and behind the Maharlika Center. Different souvenirs typical of Baguio can
be bought at the market. Many other products and handicrafts sold from other
nearby provinces are also available.
Fresh vegetables, strawberry jam,
peanut brittle, dried tobacco, an assortment of fresh flowers, meat, Baguio
sausages, fish, poultry, fruits, freshly ground coffee, clothes and clothing
material can be found.. So are native products and handicraft such as baskets,
brooms, bags, brass, blankets and sweaters, woodcarving and locally made jewelry.
From Pangasinan, bucayo (coconut candy) and bagoong (salted
fish or shrimp) may also be bought.
Carinderias or small food stores serving delicious and cheap
native as well as Chinese or Western menu are at the upper area. These
different food choices include Ilocano, Tagalog, Pangasinan, Kapampangan,
Bicolano and other dishes. The customers of these carinderias are
market vendors, people who work in the market and local residents.
The Baguio Country Club has turned
100 years old way ahead of the city. Its president, Federico R. Agcaoili, in an
unpublished manuscript entitled "Paradise of the Cordilleras," wrote
about the club's history and his own love affair with the city:
"When I was asked during the
centennial celebration of the club what my vision was for the Baguio Country
Club in the next century, this is what I wrote: "That is a tough but
pleasant question and I will do my best to answer it: I envision a club that
will have a well-laid out centennial garden where the members and guests can promenade,
read a good book, and spend time enjoying the flowers and the other plants
Baguio has become known for. The garden will also be a home or sanctuary to the
birds that inhabit the club grounds. Within it will be a centennial chapel
where weddings can be solemnized and garden receptions held. A cafetorium will
be serving the BCC raisin bread and BCC coffee. A souvenir shop will sell
memorabilia and other items. The Employees Credit Union may operate both
cafetorium and souvenir shop which will be open to the public on certain days
of the week. I also envision the mushrooming of log cabins around the periphery
of the club property. They will be on long-term assignment to the members who
may authorize a time-sharing arrangement with the club. And finally, I envision
the realization of Mr. Potenciano Ilusorio's long-time dream of employees'
housing near or within the BCC property. All these can come to fruition based
on a 'per decade' projection or plans."
"And in the centennial souvenir
program of the club, I also wrote: 'On this the hundredth year of the Baguio
Country Club, let us look back at its rich, colorful and unique history. We see
that its origins are inextricably linked to the proud story of Baguio and the
Philippines. We know that the timeline of the century just passed runs a
necessary parallel to that of the Baguio Country Club. And we realize that the
American colonial period had indeed left a significant mark on our country, on
beautiful Baguio and the club. And thus, we remember, the founding fathers for
the vision and the resolve they had one hundred years ago to form the Baguio
Country Club.
"'It is with a deep sense of
thanksgiving that we look back and with even more gratitude that we in the here
and now appreciate all that the Baguio Country Club has become. We are a
full-pledged institution whose corridors have seen and experienced innovation,
war and revolution and the happiest memories. The Baguio Country Club anecdotes
are replete with history-making events and personalities. All these
elements come together to make us what we are at one hundred years- rich in
tradition and yet at the cutting edge of modernity. And thus, we give thanks to
God the Almighty for the many blessings the club has received these One Hundred
Years.
"'Some might say the club has
been `partying' since the start of the centennial countdown last year. And
indeed we have, because there is so much to rejoice about. There is our
heritage. It is there where we can thrive and prosper. It is there where we can
look forward to another 100 years. It is there where our community is and it
remains well and happily rooted in partnership with the bigger communities of
Baguio, Benguet, the Cordilleras, the Philippines and the world! And thus, we
celebrate confident that the younger generation of leaders and members will
continue the wealth of tradition that has been passed on to them! One hundred
cheers!'
"My earliest memory of Baguio
was when I was five or six years old. We were four boys in a row and three
girls, and I was right smack in the middle as the fourth child. Our parents
brought us to Baguio for the summer and left us under the care of an aunt. The
"love affair" with Baguio began. The approach to zigzag road never
failed to give a thrill and excitement. It was a dawning of only
fun-filled days ahead. From one summer to another, the family stayed in various
places around the City of Pines: at the "Manila Café" on Abanao
Street near City Hall, the Peña Apartments, the YMCA and the Manila
Railroad Compound on South Drive which later became the site of the Hyatt
Terraces.
"I have a treasure chest of
memories of Burnham Park, the boat ride, the bicycle ride and scooter ride,
where the heel of my foot got caught in the back wheel; the skating, the
picnics; the stroll up and down the pollution-free Session Road; even quiet,
retreat days in Mirador Hill, the retreat haven of the Jesuits. When we were in
college, my Ateneo friends would stay in Leonila Hill where the Santos family
had a house. My youth and family life were peppered with Baguio flashbacks. I
simply cannot imagine looking back into my past without the treasured memories
of Baguio.
"When my father was appointed
to the Court of Appeals, a cottage was assigned to him, and I would tag along
with him when he would spend his entire morning at Star Café on Session
Road with Judge Sinforoso Fangonil and Judge Florendo. And it was
then that I first had a glimpse of the Baguio Country Club. And I dreamt that
one day I would be a member of this prestigious institution and cement my link
with this beautiful City of the Mountaintop!
"Sometime in 1989, the dream
came true. My father had passed away a year earlier, and I had been taken in by
Atty. Potenciano Ilusorio, his classmate, to handle his legal matters. Mr.
Ilusorio helped and sponsored me to become a member of the Baguio Country Club.
But it was my fraternity brother in Upsilon Sigma Phi, Des Bautista,
who told me that I will have to have a business or practice my profession in
Baguio to keep me occupied and generate income for me and my family.
In no time, my wife had decided to open her Agua Vida water station business in
Baguio. In 1994, I was able to acquire our dream house in Baguio. These
afforded us the opportunity to come up to Baguio more often, sometimes staying
on and on.
"In 1998, I became a director
of the Baguio Country Club and when Mr. Ilusorio decided to retire, he asked me
to assume his position as president. I told Mr. Ilusorio that his shoes were
too big for me, literally and figuratively. It has therefore been truly
an honor for me to hold the position he turned over to me for the past several
years. The centennial activities and events happened during my watch, and I
have truly been blessed to be at the helm of this great club during its
centennial celebration. I congratulate management headed by Anthony de Leon for
organizing and putting together the significant activities of the centennial.
"The centerpiece activity of
the centennial was tree planting. I was so surprised to learn that there were only
2,800 trees within the club after I had them counted. I am therefore firmly
committed to plant at least 10,000 trees. I have told those who keep saying
that they could no longer smell the pine whenever they go up to Baguio is that
their windows may have been closed due to air-conditioning! This may have been
said in jest as what I would like them to do is for them to plant a pine tree
or trees each time they visit Baguio, instead of reciting a litany of
lamentations. Then these trees will provide the "trail for the
senses" we are all searching for! Then we can truly make Baguio and the
Baguio Country Club the "other home" for our children and our
children's children as it has been to us!
"I continue to pray that this
97-year-old City of Pines enjoy all the peace, discipline, goodness, sweetness
and beauty. That this city be as close to a paradise as it can ever be, for
this has always been the feeling that I have always had, and the vision of my
youth: Baguio City–a paradise!"
The historic Session Road, named
after the summer sessions of the National Legislature during the American
regime, is described by www.cityofpines.com as such:
"…(A)lthough Session Road still has the same number of traffic lanes and
its sidewalks are still the same width
and length, a number of new stores and other business establishments are now
found along this road. Unlike the busy streets in the Kowloon side of Hong Kong
and in other big cities in America or Europe, there are no billboards found
around Baguio. You will, however, find many residents and visitors still
enjoying their climb up and down Session Road.
"Session Road is not only the
main thoroughfare of the city, but it is also the center of Baguio's commercial
district. This is where you will find department stores, banks, a movie house
and bazaars. There are also some hotels, bakeries, restaurants, newspaper
stands, bookstores, boutiques, cafes and studios along Session Road. And just
like the City of Manila and the other cities in the country, there are also
sidewalk vendors and in some corners, blind beggars, including pickpockets and
cellphone snatchers which you have to look out for.
"Local residents, students in
the different schools and universities in the city and visitors alike spend
most of their free time just going up and down Session Road."
Once a year for a about a week, the
entire length of road is closed for the Panagbenga Festival's "Session
Road in Bloom." Here pedestrianization is momentarily in place with stalls
on both sides of the road, vehicular traffic is rerouted, and residents and
visitors walk up and down the road in search of souvenirs, live music and easily
affordable eats. These pedestrians are also there for the sheer joy of taking a
stroll.
On ordinary days, Session Road is
clogged with cars parked on either side and mostly smoke-belching taxicabs rolling
up and down the stretch. The road is still home to old buildings like Session
Theater, which has been converted into a popular restaurant (Volante) and
Internet shop, Pines Theater, now home to an ukay-ukay (secondhand
clothes) emporium, and the oldest building in the city, the still intact but
non-functioning Vallejo Hotel.
Another Baguio landmark dating back
to the American period is Burnham Park. The website www.cityofpines.com describes the park as "centered around
a manmade lake located at the heart of the city. It was named after the city's
planner, Daniel Burnham. The park is a favorite place of local residents and
visitors alike. There are different facilities for recreation and relaxation
that are available in the park. You can row a boat, have a picnic, attend an
outdoor concert, watch a football game, go biking, or just take a leisurely
stroll around the park.
"Within the park are tennis and
basketball courts, a few restaurants, outdoor kiosks, a children's playground
and an orchidarium where various kinds of plants, trees and flowers are sold.
Chairs and benches are distributed around the park for those who just want to
sit down and relax. The football field at the eastern side of the park is
sometimes used for parades, carnivals, concerts, political rallies and for
display booths during special events and activities. On certain Sundays and
some special occasions, cadets of the Philippine Military Academy perform a
parade and review or a silent drill exhibition at the field. Just after the big
earthquake that hit the city in 1990, many of its residents fled their homes
for fear of aftershocks and temporarily set camp in this field."
On Sundays, Baguio's church-goers
mainly go to the Baguio Cathedral where almost hourly masses are held. Www.cityofpines.com featured the cathedral's place in the
city: "The rose-colored Baguio Catholic Cathedral, located on top of a
hill in the heart of the city, is one of the more familiar and most visited
landmarks of Baguio. This beautiful structure has twin spires and is one of the
most photographed buildings in the city. From Session Road it is accessible by
pedestrians who ascend a long concrete stairway of more than a hundred steps.
Visitors and churchgoers who would rather avoid the difficult climb drive
vehicles through an access road which passes behind the nearby post office
building.
"The construction of the
cathedral by phases was begun on a hill which was originally referred to as
'Kampo' by the native Ibalois. It was later called Mount Mary by a Belgian
Catholic Mission headed by Fr. Carlu, CICM, who was then the parish priest. The
cathedral was finally consecrated in 1936 and dedicated to Our Lady of
Atonement. During World War II it became an evacuation center and withstood the
Japanese carpet bombing of the city in 1945, thereby saving thousands of lives.
"The Baguio Cathedral is the
biggest catholic church in Baguio and is the center of religious activities
such as during the Holy Week when thousands of devotees from Metro Manila and
the provinces come up to the city. During Sundays and other special holidays of
the catholic church, you will find vendors along the stairway and also at the
church's open patio selling flowers, balloons, newspapers, sweepstake tickets,
candles, rosary beads, and other religious articles. Visitors desiring to visit
Baguio on a tour should avoid coming up to the city during this religious week.
Not only is the city crowded with people, it is difficult to find rooms in
hotels and inns and the prices of native handicraft, souvenirs, vegetables,
flowers, food, and other commodities and services are rather expensive. Its
view deck at the cathedral is a favorite among visitors since it provides a
panoramic view of the downtown commercial area, Burnham Park, city hall and
Camp Allen."
A little-known and infrequently
visited landmark in Baguio is the Aguinaldo Museum on Happy Glen Loop, not too
far from the Baguio Cathedral. According to www.cityofpines.com: "The larger-than-life size statue of
Gen. Emilio Aguinaldo and the museum beside it is an interesting Baguio
landmark ... It is just across the street from the (now defunct) Bonuan
Restaurant and has a small park around the statue which is a favorite
playground for young children who live nearby. The museum was erected to house
personal memorabilia of Gen. Aguinaldo which include the different uniforms and barong
tagalogs he once wore, his photographs and those of his family, a work
desk, and the wheelchair which he used when he was confined at the Veterans
Memorial Hospital. Also on display is a three-dimensional miniature scene
depicting his inauguration as president and a replica of the Philippine flag
which was originally designed by the general with revolutionary words
embroidered on it.
"Gen. Aguinaldo, the first
elected president of the Provisional Philippine
Republic, is best remembered for the
proclamation of Philippine independence from Spain on June 12, 1898 in Kawit,
Cavite. It was on this day that a huge crowd gathered around Aguinaldo's
mansion in Kawit. On the balcony of his home Aguinaldo had the decree of
independence read by Ambrosio R. Bautista, an older and respected leader of the
revolution. The decree declared that the Filipinos were tired of bearing the
yoke of Spanish rule and that they 'have the right to be free and independent.'
When the band began to play the newly composed national anthem, Aguinaldo
slowly raised the Philippine flag handsewn by Filipino women in Hong Kong. This
signified the birth of a new and independent Filipino nation.
"As a leader, Gen. Aguinaldo
fought against Spain and later against the United States for the independence
of the Philippines. His term also featured the setting up of the Malolos
Republic which had its own Congress, Constitution, and officials of the
national and local government which proved that Filipinos have the capacity to
govern their country. Aguinaldo was only 29 years old when he was elected
president. He died in Quezon City on Feb. 6, 1964 just a month and a half
before his 95th birthday. He was buried behind his mansion in Kawit, Cavite,
which had become the center of independence day celebrations in the Philippines
and a historic showplace.
"The setting up of the Aguinaldo statue and museum in Baguio
instead of in Kawit is attributed to the late daughter of Gen. Aguinaldo,
Cristina Suntay, who was once a resident of Baguio. This interesting landmark
provides local students and history buffs of Baguio access to information about
the first elected president of our Provisional Republic and a better
understanding of the role he played in our country's struggle for
independence."
Few people know that on Independence
Day, June 12, the museum remains open so that the original Philippine flag can
be viewed.
According to www.travelph.com/resorts/baguio, "through the vacation
normal school which began in Teachers' Camp in 1908… teachers from all over the
islands were able to have a respite and some more time for studies..."In a letter to the Secretary of Public Instruction,
Governor William Pack outlines his plan to set up a camp in Baguio where
teachers can be accommodated. The plan was approved on January 8, 1908, and the
camp was opened on April 6, 1908.
"For a start, four assembly tents were put up for
kitchen, dining and storage purposes and two other large tents were set aside
for class purposes. Later on, the 'KURSAAK' was constructed in 1909 as a
permanent structure and took over the functions of the mess tent, aside from
being the social center for assemblies. The next year, other buildings were
added, the road traversing the vast hectarage leveled and the athletic field
out in its hollow.
"In 1912, Benitez Hall , Ladies Hall, the Secretary's
Cottage, the Undersecretary's Cottage the Director and the Assistant's Cottages
were built. Several more appropriations were passed to construct the Teacher's
Hall, the Tavera Hall and the White Hall in 1927. In 1937, General Luna Hall
was built by the Philippine Military Academy.
"(Teachers' Camp) now caters to conferences, meetings
seminars and social functions sponsored by the government sector."
A fairly new (four years old on Nov. 21, 2007) and humongous
landmark is SM Baguio, the 16th SM supermall, which www.cityofpines.comdescribed as "strategically located on a 79,763-square meter
property at the side of the area where the former Pines Hotel stood. The sprawling facility
is a stroll away from some
of the city's most popular tourist destinations."
While purportedly established to " serve customers
of Baguio and the rest of Northern Luzon," the building and opening
of SM Baguio has generated as much controversial heat as the gigantic
flyover going up near the Baguio General Hospital rotunda. Although SM Baguio
may offer convenient shopping and entertainment to residents and visitors
alike, it is seen as a Pacman eating up small entrepreneurs along the
traditional commercial district covering Session and Harrison Roads and
Magsaysay Ave. Among environmentalists the mall is seen as
having caused the destruction of valuable pine covering on Luneta Hill where it
stands.
Another
person in love with city is Mariel N. Francisco. Here are her recollections of
the Baguio of the past and the present which she shared with the thesis writer:
"I've been going up to Baguio
in the summer since I was a little girl. That means in the 1950s. Despite
the fact that there was only Kennon Road then (no Marcos Highway yet), Baguio
was a not-so-distant vacation place for us in Pampanga. After
days of preparation, the whole family—parents, from seven to nine children and
maids—would pile into our station wagon and brace for the long trip.
"We would excitedly wait for
the moment on the zigzag when we could open our windows and slurp up the
cool, fragrant air that signaled we had arrived! We stayed at
the Amapola Hotel (the building is still there, but I don't know what it is
now), but instead of taking all our meals there, my mother would prepare
sandwiches, and we would just spread out our picnic lunch under some pine
trees. We thought that it was the greatest fun on earth. Once
we made an excursion to Asin Hot Springs, which I don't remember anymore,
but I have the pictures to prove it.
"In our
pre-teens we sometimes stayed at Camp Allen because one of my uncles was a
military doctor. When we and our cousins were in our teens, our
parents would rent a house for the summer and leave us there with a cook.
The parents took turns looking in on us every weekend. Some weekends they
would take us down Naguilian to the beaches of La Union and back to Baguio
in the evening. That said a lot about the sense of safety we enjoyed
in Baguio then. We felt so at home in the small town atmosphere
though we were total strangers there. Our landlady was like a mother hen
to us. People were friendly, even the Igorots who walked around in their
G-strings and coats, and everybody spoke only English.
"We
first learned to bowl, bike and roller-skate in Baguio. We spent all
our allowance in the bowling alleys, in the Indian department stores
on Session Road, and on souvenirs in the Baguio market, plus
the usual Baguio tourist stuff of climbing Mirador Hill and trying to sight
VIPs at the Mansion House. But what made it sweet was that we also met
some new male friends, and we enjoyed a certain freedom we didn't have in
Manila.
"All
throughout high school and college, I had many trips to Baguio
with gangmates, staying in their various vacation homes which I envied. At
which time we had more "sophisticated" activities, like eating French
fries and hamburgers at Halfway House and playing mini-golf at Camp John
Hay, often meeting up with boyfriends from Pampanga or Manila.
"On one of those trips we took
the train to Damortis and were met by limousine for the trip up the
zigzag. One memorable time was our first Baguio stay during the months of
December and January when it was so cold we had to bundle up to our ears in
heavy knits, and the fog was so thick in the evenings we couldn't see beyond
our noses.
"I guess I was in my early 20s
and my siblings and many cousins still very young when the clan decided to
buy a house instead of renting one every summer. We were all quite
attached to Baguio then, once-a-year sweaters, strawberries, and pine
scent entrenched in family nostalgia. The house was a
simple three-bedroom affair on Quezon Hill with a big dining room-kitchen and sayote growing
wildly in the backyard. Each family took their one-week turn in it every
summer. Chito, my husband, was already courting me then, and he
happened to be assigned by Shell in Poro Point so we had one memorable
overnight stay there with some friends.
"After
a few summers, though, it became clear that the shared house arrangement
was not working out so the family decided to sell the house. That has
been to our eternal regret. At that time the price of real estate in
Baguio was nowhere near today's, and we now realize that we should have
kept the property, which was in a good location, and built a condo on it
with separate units for everybody. But our parents just didn't have the
vision at that time.
"For a while
after I began working, I stopped going to Baguio.
I resumed going every summer only after I was married with small children
(mid-1970s up the 1980s). This time we stayed in the plush Manila
Electric Company (Meralco) compound on Ambuklao Road, occupying one or the
other of the several houses elegantly furnished by
Berenguer-Topacio. I now took the role my mother used to have,
packing up the family for the annual trip, though mine was definitely
a smaller family than hers.
"I knew Baguio and its
quirks quite well by then, at least our regular haunts. I would shop for
fresh provisions in the Baguio market and U-need Grocery and prepare all
our meals in the well-equipped kitchen. I bought silver crosses and
chains for each of my four girls at the St. Louis University silver shop, and
my year's supplies of placemats and napkins at the Easter Weaving
School. We enjoyed meeting up with friends who were also there with
their young children and introducing our kids to the pleasures of Burnham
Park.
"But
Burnham Park—and Baguio itself—was already changing then. Bicycle rental
was too commercialized. There were hordes of people and nondescript food
stalls, and the lake was filthy. I wanted to recover the feeling that we
had when we were kids, of being absolutely safe, but it was gone
forever. Condos had cropped up everywhere, as had squatters.
Clusters of galvanized iron roofs appeared on seemingly uninhabitable mountain
slopes, ruining the natural scenery. The log houses and charming chalets
we used to associate with Baguio were gone or covered by taller buildings, as
were the pine trees. Manila-like traffic during Holy Week on Session
Road was suddenly a reality. Development had made Baguio an ugly city just
like all other Philippine cities to which urban planning is alien.
"Still
we enjoyed some of the new pleasures of Baguio, like the Hyatt Hotel
which had our favorite Japanese restaurant, and the Green Valley Country
Club where they had modern bowling alleys. We also appreciated having the
alternate route of the Marcos Highway. Our children grew their own Baguio
memories—shrimp balls at Rose Bowl, horseback riding in Wright Park,
strawberries with their breakfast cereal. With some intrepid cousins, they
dared follow the yellow hiking trail in Camp John Hay.
"When
Meralco sold the Ambuklao Road compound and built the new summer
houses on P. Paterno St., we started using the cozy townhouses. By
then my girls were in their lazy teens and considered their Baguio vacation a
time for curling up in bed and reading or watching TV at any and all
hours. Chito would go with friends to hit a few buckets at the driving
range, but it was my chore to get them up and walk to the 19th
Tee for pancake breakfast or play tennis in the John Hay Courts. But they
loved going to Baguio just the same and would complain if for some reason we
missed going one summer.
"One of their fondest memories
is a beef fondue dinner we had at the Forest House, exquisitely
served by the old lady owner herself and her son. I introduced my
children to Narda's stuff and the "antiques" in Marbey
(Maharlike Center), and they fell in love with the food at Café
by the Ruins without which their stay in Baguio would not be complete.
"When
Chito became entitled to Baguio Country Club privileges in the late 1990s, we
were able to peek into a world I had imagined when I was young as being
populated by the very rich, beautiful and famous. I guess even that
had changed by the time we got into the scene because the BCC was no
longer as exclusive as it used to be. Still, seeing Manila friends in
unaccustomed smart jackets and stylish shawls, having a Filipino breakfast
in the old Veranda and the simple facilities at the time, the bowling
alley and the pizzas, were delightful for us. At that time I also
discovered the Maryknoll Ecological Sanctuary and artist Bencab's Tam-awan
Village and was glad to add some depth to my children's Baguio
experiences.
"After
the BCC caught fire and was rebuilt, a Meralco subsidiary bought a couple of
penthouses which Chito had the privilege of using once a year. We changed
our routine from summers in Baguio to the time between Christmas and New Year,
and enjoyed a few New Year's eves dancing away with family and friends to
the Spirit of '67 Band and downing champagne while fireworks burst in the
cloudy sky. We took part in some holiday socials which had a
special aura just by being out of town. But we soon tired of that
routine, and now we try to be back in our Quezon City home for a more sedate
New Year.
"In
the last few years, going to Baguio has become more of a cocooning time for my
family, that is, Chito and one or two of our girls who can take time off from
work. I'm the only one who longs to be out in nature, and I
enjoy waking up early and taking a long walk to Camp John Hay by
myself. But it has to be really early. Otherwise, I may get sick
from the smoke-belching jeepneys.
"BCC has become even more of a
marketplace where we hardly see people we know anymore. My
girls spent half an hour just to see what SM Baguio is like and
quickly went back to marathon DVD showings over chestnuts, wine and a
sputtering fire. When not in the mood for room service meals, they
try out the buffet downstairs or venture out for at least one meal
at Café by the Ruins and to check what's new at PNKY's.
"This year I brought them to
filmmaker Kidlat Tahimik's Victor Oteyza Community Art Space where we chatted
with some young Baguio artists over vegetarian pasta and a wildly
creative ambience. We also discovered a genius of a Chinese doctor,
Dr. Charles Cheng, who will become part of our yearly Baguio holiday from now
on. I'm sad that my children will never know the Baguio of my
childhood, but that's life."
Summary, Conclusion and
Recommendations
This study was sparked by the Declare Baguio City as a Special Heritage Zone
Petition to the Philippine Government created by Concerned Citizens of Baguio
and written by Fernandez (no relation to the author). It cast attention to the
growing degradation of an important place like Baguio which has been plagued
with malls, overpasses and flyovers, a development that must not go unchecked.
By comparing the Baguio then and the Baguio now, the study hopes to make a case
for the declaration of Baguio as a heritage zone and at the same time ensure
that the dreams of Baguio's re-greening-minded architects and urban planners
will come true. The recommendations for the revitalization of the city are
discussed in the analysis portion of this study.
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INTERVIEWS
Architect Joseph Alabanza
Ms. Mariel N. Francisco
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