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Volume 2, Number 27              August 11-17,  2002            Quezon City, Philippines







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Changing Times 

Times have changed in Tinambac, Camarines Sur. The bells still toll the Angelus but are now sadly drowned by the neighbors' boom boxes - the new sign of the times in this old, sleepy town.

By Alfonso Bermejo Villamora
Kaiba News and Features-Bicol/Bulatlat.com

 "It's hard for me to get used to these changing times. 
I can remember when the air was clean and sex
was dirty." - George Burns

Life used to be slower in Tinambac, Camarines Sur. I remember how this slow pace would come to a virtual stop just after sunset, when the altar boys tugged at the ropes of the aged bells: Angelus in the Poblacion.

The centuries-old church sits atop a small hill, across the old municipio. When the church bells are rung, the echoes reverberate all the way to the westernmost and farthest parts of the town. On a slightly breezy afternoon when the amihan (northeast wind) comes to gently cool an overheated town, the sonorous sounds can be heard as far as the 9-fathom mark on San Miguel Bay where the night fishers wait for darkness to fall.

When I left in 1975, the main streets in the Poblacion (forming a rectangular perimeter) were the only ones built with concrete. Today, the whole town is paved in concrete, including the road to Naga City. But it took two decades to get this job done!

Back then, the town folks looked forward to the weekly movies at the old sinehan on San Pascual Street. The late Choring Santamaria of Goa, Camarines Sur, owned the wooden structure that passed for a movie theater. This I know because I vividly remember the tall mestizo - the late Pay Choring who strictly manned the entrance. Dolphy's antics tickled, Tony Ferrer's and Bernand Bonin's exploits amazed, and Fernando Poe and Ronald Remy's adventures were larger than life.

"Aninong Bakal", "Agent X-44" and "Sierra Madre" were just a few of the movies I remember. People enjoyed everything else this one local entertainment venue offered.

The old movie house is nothing but a distant memory now, thanks to the proliferation of VHS and DVD players and cable TV. Even the Bicharas' venture in Tinambac did not flourish either, as their old movie house next to the Platon's "Whitehouse" on La Purisima Street is now an eyesore. The Bicharas own the monopoly of movie houses in the Bicol Region.

Fiesta days

On fiesta days, the town's saod (market) would host the travelling perya and other itinerant business. As a kid, I eagerly looked forward to those days so I could have an old favorite - a clay toy gun! The wares of the visiting merchants from Tiwi, Albay lined the old seawall - all sizes of korons (clay pots), clay planters, clay dolls gaily painted in bright red, green and yellow.

I remember pestering Mama for a few pesos to buy cotton candies and colorful ice drops while standing in the queue for the kino-kino (a carnival game in which a mouse or guinea pig is let loose near a ring of rotating, numbered houses. The entered house is the winning number. Ah, those were the days!

In recent years, entrepreneurs started renting spaces for their Tiangge set-ups along the commercial section of La Purisima Street. Cheap plastic wares are everywhere; bundles of slippers are on sale as if they are going out of style. The streets become impassable to vehicular traffic. As a matter of fact, the traditional bisperas procession for San Pascual Baylon had to be rerouted because of the bizarre, I mean, bazaar-like set-up that has encroached into the main thoroughfares. What a pity! The town officials must be really hurting for cash that they have succumbed to commercial demands passing over tradition.

Definitely, life in Tinambac has picked up its pace now but not yet to the extent of finding a Mang Donald or a Chow King outlet. The old municipio now houses a college. The new and bigger municipio is located in Binalay, away from the "happenings" in the town plaza and away from the common tao. If you need to visit the post office, one must hire the services of a padyak (foot-pedaled tricycle) operator. For two pesos, he will take you anywhere in the Poblacion. But Binalay will cost you two pesos more. Of course trykes and jeepneys will get you there faster. Personally, I like the padyak ride. It is slow but void of the 90-decibel noise they call music that blares in more modern conveyances.

Excursionists and curiosity-seekers from the big city are more frequent now, eager to visit the invigorating waters of the Lupi and Himoragat Rivers. Two years ago, I invited some of my balikbayan friends from Nabua, Camarines Sur for a dip in Iraya (upstream). I had a hut built on a rocky area in the middle of the pleasantly fresh Himoragat. The water under the hut was deep enough for swimming in and out of it and into the even deeper parts of the river. With a case of cold San Miguel and lots of seafood and summer fruits, the outing was complete. Truly, it was a memorable experience.

Drinking sessions

One of the things I miss particularly in Baybay (coast) was my old tambayan - Tiang Talin's sari-sari store along San Vicente Street. Come to think of it, sari-sari stores look so different now in that part of the town - though bigger they seem inhospitable to loafers. Stores used to be smaller and had two rough wooden benches in front of them. You'd find people perched on the benches talking and catching up with the day's bareta (news) and the latest tsismis in the afternoon. They wouldn't be drinking; they'd just be talking.

The drinking session happens at night. Then, armed with a bilog or a kuatro kantos, they would turn the night into hell, comic relief, or heaven for the neighbors, depending on their musical abilities and the extent of their inebriation. With no police to contend with, just some stray animals and an occasional angry wife, the men would while the night away. Scorecards are compared in the morning when the wives gather and talk about the previous night's unscheduled performances.

Indeed my hometown has changed both physically and demographically with time and progress. I miss the old Tinambac and the clanging of the old church bells from atop the gently rolling hill just after sunset. The bells still toll the Angelus but now it is sadly drowned by the neighbors' boom boxes - the new sign of the times in this sleepy, old town. (Kaiba News and Features, email: pcalara@edsamail.com.ph) Re-posted by Bulatlat.com


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