TODAY is the birth anniversary of two persons close to my heart. The first is my wife Sally, who is turning 71. The other is my grandson Claudio, who is now a teenager. May I tell you about them?
Sally was not yet 20 when I married her in 1952. She was then working at the US Veterans Administration, but I asked her to resign when she conceived a honeymoon baby. That was Cesar, our first-born, who was delivered by caesarean section. He was followed (at almost yearly intervals) by his four brothers, namely, Claro, Celso, Carlo, and Isagani Jr. I had to name our bunso after me because I had run out of C names.
As if our brood were not enough already, Sally yearned to have a daughter, probably because she was outnumbered 6 to 1. (Joke only, she really wanted a baby girl to coddle.) She even walked on her knees in prayer until God granted her wish after seven years. I for my part was always available during all that time, and with undiminished energy.
Sally took care of all our children by herself; none of them had a yaya. She was particularly pleased with Candy, whom she dressed in pretty clothes and took with her to meet me at the Expo 70 in Tokyo when she was only three. None of the boys protested the favoritism because she was also their favorite and only sister.
My wife brought our children hot lunches in school until they reached college. She bought second-hand textbooks for them at Recto at considerable savings although with much patience and legwork too. She was a strict tutor and gave a lot of verbal (and sometimes physical) sparking when they failed to answer soon enough the flash arithmetic cards she flashed very fast. (The children were amazed at her skill until they discovered that she could read the answers on the reverse side of the cards.)
At one time, she sent Claro on an errand to the World Health Organization, and the boy said he did not know where it was. Sally flared and said, “You don’t know the World Health Organization?” she scolded angrily.”The HWO?” When Claro smiled tentatively, the two dissolved in laughter and the feared punishment was averted.
Despite her strictness when it came to their lessons, she was also her sons’ protector and intercessor. It was only after they had graduated that I learned about their misdemeanors and the disciplinary letters from UP that she intercepted and concealed from me. She also pleaded on their behalf and mitigated the sentences I would impose as paterfamilias. When each of them married later, she became the sumbungan of their respective spouses, whom she consistently sustained.
But for all the care she gave her children, I was to her the real baby of the family. During all these years, she has waited until I arrived late at night from my classes so we could eat supper together. She has always lined up for me at buffet meals, paring prawns and shrimps and naghihimay ng alimango. She gives me the drumstick and chooses only the wings. She quickly switches off the bakya shows to let me watch The Practice. She always looks at the price before ordering in a restaurant. She defers to what I want and smells especially nice at night. And for all her pagbibigay, she is still lovely at 71.
Last May 3, our children gave us the best-ever golden wedding anniversary present. They asked us to celebrate the event at a quiet dinner among ourselves only but we had to dress formally for a family picture. When we gathered at the assigned venue, I remarked that it was rather small, and Candy left to get a bigger site, to which she asked us to transfer. When Sally and I entered, we were welcomed with tremendous applause from some 200 guests who had connived with our children to surprise us.
Sally had to sit down as she shed tears of silent joy. The children had even prepared a program that, I hope, everyone appreciated. The food was perfect, and the quartet provided excellent and quiet chamber music. In my impromptu speech, I said I did not realize until then that I had a family of deceivers, as so also were our friends who had joined in the conspiracy. The audience especially liked it when I said that I loved my wife Sally more now than when I married her 50 years ago.
So what about Claudio? He is 13 today and a very handsome boy the girls will soon be pursuing. He seems to be more interested now in science and information technology, but wait until he is 14. He is an intelligent lad who writes well and has an artistic spirit that made him say, when he was only 4 years old, that “the sun is smiling” and, later in the day, that “the clouds are burning.” He will be using that kind of line with the girls when he is 15.
At his present age, Claudio faces a lifetime of interesting experiences that, at my venerable age, I will not be there to observe and write about. But I can still wish him now a bright and happy future where he will use his best talents to make something of himself in the service of God and country. Most of all, I pray for him a beautiful wife like his Mom, Melanie, and, of course, his Grandma and my beloved wife, the exquisite and ever-ready Sally.
Happy birthday to my Best Friend and our grandson Claudio!
Congress, Politics, Reader Response, Social Comment
An excess of politicians, August 4, 2002
In 2002 on June 20, 2014 at 11:06 amI RECEIVED a letter from Rico Xeres who, like many concerned citizens, deplores the present condition of our country. He blames it mainly on our politicians.
He notes that in a recent SWS survey, 19 percent of our people want to migrate; but what was more shocking was the 31 percent of them belong to the A-B category, the elite in our country and also its ruling class. Even among the richest in that class, he perceives “a sense of hopelessness about the future of our country. Many of them are sending their children to live abroad.”
“We probably have the worst politicians in the whole of Asia,” he says, “at par with the worst politicians in darkest Africa. The difference is that we are a country with a high literacy rate while most African countries have 90 percent or more illiterates. Usually, countries with a high educational rate have pretty good politicians, but the Philippines is a distinct exception.”
Xeres notes that the Philippines has the highest number of provinces in the world. Indonesia, which has a land area five times bigger and a population 2-1/2 higher than ours, has only 26 provinces. Also with bigger land areas and higher populations, China has only 19 provinces and four territories and India has a little over 20 provinces and territories.
I share the reader’s anxiety. At the latest count, the Philippines has 79 provinces, each with its elective governor, vice governor, board members, besides its appointive officials. This does not include the cities and municipalities, each with its own elective and appointive officials, and the officials of the barangay and the Sangguniang Kabataan.
Every three years, we choose all elective officials except the President, the Vice President and 12 members of the Senate, at much expense of badly needed public funds for more pressing but ignored projects. The barangay elections are also held every three years but at different intervals and extra cost.
The Constitution provides that every city with a population of 250,000 shall constitute at least one district in the House of Representatives. Every province that under the Local Government Code must have the same minimum population is similarly entitled. As our population continues to grow, many highly urbanized cities will automatically become separate congressional districts, even as more districts are added with the splitting of provinces.
The creation of more and more political subdivisions will increase the cost of operating them, with most of their revenues eaten up by the salaries of their personnel. Social services like education and health care, infrastructure, economic development and other urgent community needs will be shunted to provide for the upkeep of the politicians.
Politics is clearly the biggest if also the most harmful industry in the Philippines. The sad part is that most of our politicians do practically nothing except collect their pay, if they are not in fact engaged in sinister activities through abuse of their official positions. No less contemptible, they remain in office by sharing their loot with the voters in the form of free funerals and plenty of liquor.
There seems to be the impression among our so-called leaders — and this includes the framers of the Constitution — that the strength of democracy is proportionate to the number of its politicians. That is a stupid idea; even modern wars are not won by numbers. The strength of democracy derives from the character and not the number of its leaders. One hundred honest and competent persons can run a country better — regardless of its size — than a thousand crooks.
The present Senate is 20 members too many. Its incompetence and immaturity cry for its immediate dissolution. The House of Representatives is no less execrable, hardly half of its more than 200 members deserving popular confidence. Many governors and mayors, along with their legislative officials, are no better. This could be one reason why their constituents are fleeing the provinces and congesting Metro Manila, which in fact is the worst of the lot.
Reduction of the number of our elective officials could go a long way in saving hundreds of millions of pesos that are now being dissipated as salaries and perquisites of favored politicians. The measure could also streamline the government by trimming the useless fat that is poisoning and debilitating the public service. Such an objective should be seriously considered in the proposed revision of the Constitution.
Xeres says “there is no reason why we cannot be one of the most progressive countries in Asia, for we are a very talented people… Our human resources are some of the best in the region. What is holding us back is the quality of our politicians, who are quite few compared to our 80 million population. Why should we allow them to keep our country poor and hopeless?”
Another reader, Consuelo D. Sison, who describes herself as a grandmother of 28 (not years but tots), is less despairing. Saying that many things can happen until the 2004 elections, “we should all pray that all our people remember that love is what makes the world go round. And if there is love, there will be peace. Let us the old ones give hope to our youth and help them keep their youthful faith and dreams in a future without hate and strife.”
And also, I hope, with fewer politicians.
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