A Day To Remember

I opened my eyes to a dim puplish blue sky. I looked at the digital clock on the wall above the window beside me… 5:26.

I sat up and saw the horizon glowing a pale blue and pink light. Cirrus clouds dotted an otherwise clear and pale blue background.

I put on my shoes and readied myself to head for home.

There were three of us there last night, stuck inside the office with nowhere to go. However, I was the only one who never left.

My wife told me at around 5:30 in the afternoon yesterday to just stay at the office. She told me there was no way I can possibly get home even if I could manage to get near to our place. At street level, our place was flooded chest-deep!

I was left there, alone with a couple of security personnel. Everyone wanted to go home and everyone did. I wanted so much to go home myself… but I’d be crazy to even attempt to. The South Luzon Expressway (SLEX) had already been closed at the time due to flooding.

6:30 pm. I was just sitting there at the parking area at the ground floor, thinking of how and where I’m going to get something to eat, when I saw a lone figure walk through our office building’s gate.

It was our plumber, Edwin, who had left earlier at around 2:30 pm with our manager to go home to Pampanga. “Traffic wasn’t moving, and I heard that it’d probably take us ’til tomorrow to get there” he said, “so I decided to come back.”

And so, I asked him to buy a can of sardines and, when he came back, we had our dinner at the top floor of our office building.

As we were finishing up, I saw a figure appear from the staircase. To my surprise, it was our Manager, John, who had also left earlier (with Edwin) to go home to Pampanga. “The North Luzon Expressway (NLEX) had been closed to traffic…” he said “the news said flood waters in Valenzuela are mid-bus deep!”

431 millimeters of rain fell, that’s almost a whole month’s worth of rainfall, and it all came down in just 6 hours.

I wrote a draft for this entry yesterday while waiting and earnestly hoping for the rain to stop, hoping to post it as soon as I get home. But it didn’t happen.

“Tropical Storm Ondoy (International Code Name Ketsana)

It kept raining last night up to the early hours of this morning, but there wasn’t anything about it that could have warned us of what was to come today.

Heavy rain started to fall at around 9:30 am or so (I was already at the office at the time) and I thought it would last for only a brief moment as rain as hard as that usually does. But I was wrong… very wrong. It lasted for more than six hours non-stop.

It was my first time to see rain falling as hard as that last that long.

I have been told that there’s a section in Araneta Avenue where all the cars left on the street were submerged and that only their roofs were showing!

Sadly, our house was not spared. It’s currently flooded inside to almost knee deep.

Here are a few photos my officemate took on his way to the office.”

EDSA, near the Quezon Avenue MRT station (Photo taken by Joy Cuales)

EDSA near Mother Ignacia (Photo taken by Joy Cuales)

Mother Ignacia (Photo taken by Francis Casupanan)

EDSA corner Mother Ignacia (Photo taken by Francis Casupanan)

EDSA, looking towards West from atop the Quezon Aenue MRT station. (Photo taken by Francis Casupanan)

EDSA, looking west from the Quzon Avenue MRT station (Photo taken by Francis Casupanan)

The aftermath? Well, some streets are still flooded, a huge section of asphalt has been peeled off the road near the intersection of West and Quezon Avenues, debris are almost everywhere, and our home is in shambles (water eventually rose to nearly a meter deep inside our house after I wrote that).

Ruins of Cagayan’s First Church

While I was doing the series on Sanchez Mira early this year, scouring the web for any information about the place already available at the time, I came upon a website (http://cagayannorth.com) that mentions of a place called “Pata” (which, as the site describes it, is part of Sanchez Mira). According to the entry, short as it is, it is where the ruins of “Nagtutulagan” or “Nagsisiiman” are situated (however, it doesn’t give any detail regarding the nature of the ruins). In addition, it also mentions that it is where the first seven baptized natives were born.

Being a sucker for historical sites/places, I wanted to see the place. I was planning on asking my brother-in-law, Mang Val, to take me there the next time we go back to Sanchez Mira.

Excited, I asked my wife if she knew anything about the place. She told me that Pata is actually part of Claveria, and not Sanchez Mira, and that was all she could tell me. It discouraged me somewhat that I almost scrapped my plans of visiting the place as I thought it would be too much of a bother for Mang Val (my brother-in-law) to take me there (being in another town and all).

When we got to Sanchez Mira last Thursday (for the Lenten Season break), I took my chances and asked Mang Val about the place and, just like my wife, he told me that Pata is in Claveria and that he had never heard of any ruins.

*****

Friday morning… right after breakfast, Mang Val called on all the kids (all seven of them) and told them that he’s going to drive them around town. I can’t remember how things went but I eventually found myself inside the car with them.

Mang Val drove without mentioning where we were heading. But, when we were just a few meters away from Namuac Bridge (bridge connecting Sanchez Mira to Claveria), as if stricken with a bright idea, he suddenly mentioned about a place near the bridge called “Nagsimbaanan”. Though, he said, he neither has any idea what was in that place nor what the place is all about.

But the name seemed to be sounding off an alarm for the both of us… “Nagsimbaanan”.

Then again, I suppose any Filipino-speaking person can recognize something from the name… “Simba” (attend mass). Why was it given that name?

*****

The arch at Nagsimbaanan

An arch… and, on top of it, spelled in big capital letters… “NAGSIMBAANAN”.

The bamboo gate was open, several vehicles were parked inside, and “Pasyon” could be heard being sung from the inside.

Clueless, we followed the dirt path… it didn’t take long before old stone walls slowly revealed themselves through the trees and shrubs that dotted the landscape. Mang Val was as surprised as I was awestruck at the sight of the ruins. He’s lived there (in Sanchez Mira) all his life and it was only then that he found out about the ruins.

As we were going around the grounds, questions began to flood my mind. Why was there no indication, a marker perhaps, to tell of the existence of the ruins? How old was the structure? What did the structure look like before?

One thing’s for sure, it was no small structure. As a matter of fact, it was fairly huge… my guesstimate puts it around half, if not two-thirds of the size of the Minor Basilica of San Lorenzo Ruiz in Binondo in Manila. That alone, I think, should have made it hard to ignore.

Since we didn’t expect to go there, let alone see something worthy of photographing, I didn’t bring my camera with me. And so, we left the ruins with a promise to revisit it on another day.

*****

We went back to the ruins the following day, after cooling off at the Agua Grande Picnic Park (near Patapat Bridge) with the rest of my in-laws. The gate was closed that day and there was no sign of any activity inside.

Mang Val and I approached a fellow cleaning the yard of the property adjacent to the archway and asked him if he knew the story/history of the ruins. The fellow told him that the caretakers of the site were inside the house.

We were allowed in to the property and were led to the front door of a modest house. At the door we were greeted by an elderly woman, Elizabeth Martinez who, in turn, introduced us to Lilia Rodriguez, the other caretaker and older of the two.

The Caretakers Elizabeth Martinez (left) and Lilia Rodriguez (right)

After exchanging our pleasantries, Mang Val asked Elizabeth about the story of the ruins to which she answered by pointing at something behind her… 

The marker

English translation:

The Church of Pata

Under the supervision of the Dominican priests, the Church of Pata, then called the Church of Saint Mary Magdalene, was built on June 15, 1595 by Fray Miguel de San Jacinto and Fray Gaspar Zarfate in the town of Pata, Cagayan.

On this land, the Dominicans decided to carry on with the evangelization of the region despite the “bad timing” [sic]. The men of Siriban, chieftain of the ethnic group dwelling along the shores of the Cagayan River, became the first people to be baptized in 1595. Fray Diego de Soria, who became the bishop of Nueva Segovia, was the first minister of the people of Cagayan.

…the marker… resting on the floor, leaning against a wall facing the door, yelling an inaudible scream for attention.

Martinez told us that they decided to keep the marker there for fear of it getting stolen.

Understandable, I thought.

The marker revealed very little about the church/ruins and, sadly, both Martinez and Rodriguez were not able to provide any additional information. The church, as it seems, has long been forgotten.

Finding ourselves at a dead end, we asked the two ladies if we may be allowed to take photos of the ruins, telling them that I was going to blog about the place. Both answered very graciously and enthusiastically in affirmative.

I doubt any of them knew anything about “blogging”, but it seemed that Rodriguez took it that I was going to do something for the betterment of the place… so much so that she thanked me countless times and told me that she hopes that I will be able to contribute to the improvement of the place.

Before proceeding to the ruins, we asked the ladies if they knew where Nagsisiiman is. “It’s towards that direction…” Martinez pointed out the door towards the mountains.

We bade the ladies farewell and exchanged numerous thanks with them and proceeded to the ruins.

As soon as I got back to Manila, I tried to do a little research on the ruins and found this:

CBCP Monitor, Vol. 11, No. 19, B3 – September 17-30, 2007

The Archdiocese of Tuguegarao

The Dominican Mission

When we speak of Cagayan Valley, we refer to Cagayan, Isabela and Nueva Vizcaya and Quirino, provinces surrounded by the Carraballo, Sierra Madre and Cordillera Mountain Ranges in the northeastern part of the island of Luzon. These four provinces formed one big province known as Cagayan, established by the Spaniards in 1583. Thus, to speak of the Christianization of Cagayan is to speak of the Christianization of the entire Region II.

Governor Perez Dasmariñas, in his capacity as Vice Royal Patron of the King of Spain, formally assigned the evangelization of the Cagayan Valley region to the Dominicans in 1594. Fathers Diego de Soria and Domingo Castelar were assigned to open the new mission. The first church in the region, the Santa Maria Magdalena Church in Pata, started in 1595 under the supervision of Fathers Miguel de San Jacinto and Gaspar Zarfate. In the same year, through the efforts of Fr. Diego de Soria, the first recorded Cagayano converts, Chieftain Siriban and seven other companions; were baptized in Pata. The Dominican mission in Cagayan Valley continued uninterruptedly for more than three hundred years.

And, for all the world to see, here are the photos of the ruins:

Panorama shot of the site of the ruins

Could this be the bell tower?

One of the few walls that remain standing today

One of the few walls that remain standing today

Close up shot of the stones that make up the walls

A fallen column

Then and Now – Binondo Canal Lift Bridge

I thought I was not going to be able to post this particular entry as I’ve not heard from the University of Washington Libraries since I sent them my formal request (for permission to use the old image) close to a month ago.

However, quite unexpectedly, I received a letter from them last Wednesday granting me the permission I requested. For this, I thank Nicolette Bromberg, Visual Materials Curator of the University of Washington Libraries.

The Binondo Canal and the Lift Bridge in 1913 (Image courtesy of University of Washington Libraries, Special Collections, INC0069)

The place as it appears now (Photo taken on September 27, 2008)

If you’ve seen my earlier post on the Binondo Canal, the photos above are towards the other direction of the photos on that post.

If you look closely at the center of the old image, you’ll notice a steel-frame structure spanning the canal/estero… that is a “lift bridge”. I’ve seen some close-up shots of the bridge somewhere, unfortunately I haven’t been able to obtain permissions to post them.

Anyway, the only information I can find on the “lift bridge” is from the ICOMOS Philippines blog/website which states:

“Covering only a small distance, roughly about 15 meters, the bridge over the Estero de Binondo in Manila is unique due to its ability to lift its platform from the ground to accommodate passing boats or cascos. The Lift Bridge inaugurated in 1913 was the only one of its kind in the country. Spared from the destruction that befell most of colonial Manila during the Liberation, the Lift Bridge of Estero de Binondo was until recently the only link to both banks of the estero along Calle Dasmariñas until, its subsequent replacement by the most beautiful of all DPWH bridges, the standard concrete bridge.”

The concrete bridge in Calle Dasmariñas today (crossing Estero de Binondo/Binondo Canal) - Photo taken on September 27, 2008

Note: Conditions for the use of the old image as stipulated in the letter received from the University of Washington Libraries:

“[Permission is granted for] non-exclusive rights for one-time use of the University of Washington Libraries image INC0069 (Binondo Canal) for use in the Then and Now – Binondo Canal Lift Bridge website.

“The image is licensed to be used only by [BCS] for use in the website Then and Now – Binondo Canal Lift Bridge or for promotional materials related to it. The image on the website shall appear no larger than 72 dpi if shown as a still image, and the image may not be reused, sold, altered, or loaned without written permission of the University of Washington Libraries.”