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Monthly Archives: April 1999
Underground Cemetery (Nagcarlan, Laguna)
Underground Cemetery |
Jandy and I left San Pablo City early in the afternoon of Easter Sunday. It was just a short 14-km. drive from the city to Nagcarlan, passing by the tuba and lambanog-producing town of Rizal (formerly a barrio of Nagcarlan called Pauli). Along the way, you can’t help but notice bamboo scaffolding linking coconut trees used by tuba gatherers. Nagcarlan is Laguna’s vegetable garden and is the biggest supplier of sweet lanzones (harvested September to November) to Manila.
Legend has it that the town’s name was a corruption of the name of Ana Kalang, a rich and generous benefactress much love by the townspeople. Her name was eventually corrupted by speech to the more mellifluous Nanang Clara and Nang Clara before it became Nagcarlan. In time, the town bore that name.
Our first stop, before reaching the poblacion, was the Underground Cemetery, the first and only one of its kind in the country. We parked our car at the service station opposite it. From this vantage point, I couldn’t help but admire its restored scrollwork-decorated octagonal red brick walls and elaborate wrought iron gates. Upon entering, we were ushered into an enclosed circular garden surrounded by 240 above-ground crypts similar to Manila’s Paco Cemetery. At the opposite end of the red tiled walkway is a dome-like chapel atop a hillock. Quite spooky.
The first thing we saw upon entering the chapel is the Sto. Entierro, the glass bier of the dead Christ, at this time enshrouded. The planked ceiling was water-damaged and in dire need of repair. We were welcomed by the caretaker who narrated the history of the place.
An exclusive burial ground for Spanish friars, the cemetery was built in 1845 by Franciscan Fr. Vicente Velloc (or “Belloc” as spelled by some artifacts or documents). The crypt was a secret meeting place of Katipuneros in the 1890s and the historic Pact of Biak-na-Bato was first planned here by Pedro Paterno and Gen. Severino Taino in 1897.
In 1898, Emilio Jacinto, the “Brains of the Katipunan,” was captured here after being wounded in an encounter in Mahabang-Tanaw in Majayjay. The Underground Cemetery was made into a National Shrine on August 1, 1973 by virtue of Presidential Decree No. 260 and again by Exec. Order No. 1505 on June 11, 1978.
Still in use until 1981, the chapel was built in a strange arabesque style and has blue and white tiles. We went down the stairs leading down to the underground crypt which contain tombs and burial plaques. I was, however, not allowed to take pictures or videos. According to the caretaker, Fr. Velloc also built an underground passage leading to 5 underground chapels where he was said to have held solitary masses. Very spooky indeed. It is also said to have continued all the way to Mt. Banahaw. The passage was then sealed off and its location now unknown. Our visit ended, we signed the customary guest book and left.
Nagcarlan Underground Cemetery: open Tuesdays to Sundays. Admission is free. Donations are needed and welcomed.
The Lakes of San Pablo City (Laguna)
San Pablo is also known as the “City of the Seven Lakes” and number one on my list of places too see is these lakes. Within the city limits are 7 (actually 8 including a very small one) crater lakes of extinct volcanoes, all with scenic charm and worth seeing. Total aggregate area is 210 hectares. Leaving our car at the cathedral grounds, Jandy and I walked towards the City Hall where, as told to us by residents, the 105-hectare Sampaloc Lake could be found. It is the largest, nearest and most accessible of all the lakes. The other lakes have an aggregate area of 34 hectares.
Sampaloc Lake |
We viewed the circular Sampaloc Lake from the massive stone balustrade off the street above the lake. It is also best viewed from the stone benches and picnic tables of the small Dona Leonila Park located adjacent to the City Hall and accessed by an 89-step concrete stairway (built 1912 to 1916).
According to legend, there once lived a well-to-do but childless couple with a large orchard of tamarind (sampaloc) trees which bore the sweetest fruits in all the land. Proud and selfish, they fenced in the orchard and placed a big watchdog to guard it. God was not pleased with the selfish couple.
He sent a fairy disguised as an old and hungry woman beggar to beg for some of their fruit. They refused to give her any and instead let the watchdog loose to bite the woman. Before turning away from the inhospitable spot, the old beggar touched the tree with her wrinkled, skinny hands and told the couple “You shall be punished for your selfishness.”
After she left, a terrible storm broke out with heavy rain falling throughout the night. The following morning, a vast expanse of water covered what used to be the couple’s orchard. Through the transparent waters, the dark mass of the tamarind trees still rooted to the sunken ground, could be seen. From that day onwards, it was called Sampaloc Lake.
The lake is 1 km. across and 27 m. deep and has a fairly large river flowing through it. A 4-km. cemented peripheral road (Dagatan Blvd.) encircles the lake which also serves as a walking path. Around the lake are floating fishpens and cages (bangus and tilapia), water hyacinths (a special variety used for sandal weaving) and several lakeside restaurants (serving Filipino and Chinese cuisine) standing on piles along the shore. The massive silhouette of Mt. San Cristobal forms a beautiful background on the east.
Lake Calibato |
After exploring Sampaloc Lake, we retraced our way back to the cathedral and our car. Driving south along Narcarlan Road, we parked within the entrance of Villa Reyes in Brgy. Sto. Angel (within is Kalibato Lake Resort). From there, we made a 500-m. walk along a dirt track to the edge of Calibato Lake. It also has fishpens and has a fine view of Mt. San Cristobal and Mt. Banahaw.
According to legend, hundreds of year ago the place was once a beautiful valley with many kinds of verdant trees beneath which are numerous stone-covered paths called Cali-Cali. It was inhabited by simple, peaceful and hardworking people who gathered firewood, picked fruits and hunted wild animals in the nearby mountains using the Cali-Cali.
The time came when no more wild animals were left. Diwata, the goddess of the mountain, was deeply concerned. She disguised herself as an old woman, going from place to place and observing how the people lived. To her dismay, she found out that the people were living luxuriously beyond their means.
To punish them she sent a big storm into the valley, creating a fearsome flood that poured from the mountain and submerging everything in its path – trees, people, houses and the Cali-Cali. Diwata followed this up with a strong earthquake. The next day, people from the other side of the mountain saw a lake where the valley used to be. They named the lake Calibato after Cali-Cali and bato, the stones that covered the path.
With our limited time, we were not able to visit the other lakes (Malabunot Lake, Mohicap Lake, Palakpakin Lake,Pandin Lake and Yambo Lake) as we had to return to Manila. Visiting the lakes involve varying amounts of hiking and some tourists may need the local guides to get there. Just the same they are all worth visiting.
San Pablo Cathedral (San Pablo City, Laguna)
Jandy and I were on our way back to Manila from Sariaya (Quezon) when we got caught up in a horrendous traffic jam in San Pablo City. Quite tired and hungry, we decided to leave the traffic, stay overnight in the city and leave for Manila the next day. We went around the city looking for a place to stay before deciding on the City Inn Hotel. Here, we got an airconditioned room with bath and TV. After watching the Kirk Douglas classic Spartacus, a Holy week staple, in the comfort of our room, we retired to sleep.
The next day, Easter Sunday, we decided to explore, in detail, what this rapidly developing Southern Tagalog city had to offer.
San Pablo Cathedral |
Upon departing our inn, we first decided to make a belated visita iglesia to the city’s San Pablo Cathedral for prayers. The church was first built with light materials by Fr. Mateo Mendoza in 1586 and the second, made of brick and stone, was built in 1629 by Fr. Hernando Cabrera. The present building was built in 1714 by Fr. Francisco Eloriaga on a foundation laid down by Fr. Juan Labao in 1680.
Its Neo-Classical facade has superimposed coupled Doric columns and windows crowned with triangular and segmented pediments on the second level. Two balustrades, mounted on rectangular piers, flank the unique pediment embellished by a centrally located decorative round window. On its left is a 4-storey bell tower with semicircular arched windows and topped by a pointed roof.
City Inn Hotel: 126 C. Colago Ave., San Pablo City, Laguna.
Rodriguez/Gala Residence (Sariaya, Quezon)
Saturday was a rest day, so we decided to go swimming at the private swimming pool of the Rodriguez/Gala Residence. Designed by Arch. Juan Nakpil, this American-era residence was built in the 1930s by Dr. Isidro Rodriguez (a relative of Jun) and Dona Gregoria Gala and its furniture was designed by Gonzalo Puyat.
Rodriguez/Gala Residence |
In the 1940s, during the war, its second floor was occupied by Japanese Army officers (the family stayed at the ground floor) and was bombed during the liberation. The first bomb exploded in the front gate, the second blasted a huge, 20-ft. deep hole (from where the big swimming pool was built) and the third, a dud, went through the roof and got stuck in the stair banisters.
Swimming at the Rodriguez/Gala Residence |
Before leaving Sariaya, we decided to take home some of the towns famous mazapan sweets for pasalubong. Sariaya’s other pasalubong options include pinagong apas (turtle-shaped bread), espasol, broas, ube halaya and agit-it and woven buntal and buri products. We also visited the Sina-Una Arts and Antique Shop along the national highway (in front of the public market). Antiques sold here include wood carvings, period furniture, cherubs, aparadors, ceramics, angelitos and santos.
Rodriguez/Gala Residence: 44 Rizal St., Sariaya, Quezon
Good Friday Parade of Carrozas (Sariaya, Quezon)
The Sto. Entierro |
Visita Iglesia (Tayabas and Lucban, Quezon)
Today being Good Friday, Jandy and I also joined Jun and Jane’s relatives for the visita iglesia, the traditional visit to 7 churches. We motored to the nearby town of Tayabas, just 23 kms. from Sariaya, and dropped by the St. Michael the Archangel Minor Basilica were we recited the 14 Stations of the Cross. The longest Spanish colonial church in the country and also one of the oldest, this 103-m. long church was first built by the Franciscans in 1585, repaired in 1590 by Pedro Bautista, changed into brick in 1600, destroyed by an earthquake in 1743 and later rebuilt and enlarged in 1856 by building a transept and cupola. The church’s roof was changed to galvanized sheets in 1894 and its belfry contains an 18th century clock, the only one of its kind in the country, that chimes every 30 minutes. It was made into a minor basilica on October 18, 1988 and has an antique organ, a balcony over the altar and a now unused tunnel from the altar.
St. Michael the Archangel Minor Basilica |
Church of San Luis Obispo de Tolosa |
Church of St. Francis of Assisi (Sariaya, Quezon)
We next walked towards the town’s church and plaza. A typical Spanish town, the town’s church (St. Francis of Assisi) and the municipal hall all face the plaza. The plaza has a circular patio flanked by a row of 8 torch-bearing statues of the Muses of Liberty as well as a statue of our National Hero, Dr. Jose P. Rizal, inaugurated on December 30, 1924.
Church of St. Francis of Assisi |
The Ancestral Houses of Sariaya (Quezon)
The next day, Good Friday, Jandy and I explored the town’s ancestral houses in detail, bringing along my point and shoot camera and videocam. Sariaya is known for its ornate and imposing American-era mansions built by illustrados (landed gentry) like the Cabunags, Enriquez, Gala, Luna, Obordos, Ramas and Rodriguez clans, all coconut planters who once grew rich from 1919-30 from the once profitable coconut industry. In 1945, the town was set afire by Japanese troops, destroying many of its stately ancestral homes. A big fire also occurred in the 1960s.
Dona Margarita Rodriguez Ancestral House |
The burnt-out shells of these homes can still be seen around town. Surviving ancestral homes are scattered around the town plaza and along Rizal St., perpendicular to the highway. They create a beautiful and nostalgic setting that reflects the town’s illustrious past. Beside the house we stayed in is the old, and equally stately, ancestral home owned by Jun’s grandmother, the late Dona Margarita Rodriguez, an old maid who died in the 1950s.
The Rodriguez Ancestral House (Sariaya, Quezon)
Prior to Holy Week, I got an invitation from Celso “Jun” and Jane Segismundo, my friends from Couples For Christ, to join them and Jane’s relatives to visit Jun’s ancestral home in Sariaya, Quezon. For company, I decided to bring along my son Jandy. Our convoy of cars departed 1:30 AM, Holy Thursday (April 1) to avoid the Holy Week rush. It was an uneventful, leisurely but very rainy (unusual for Holy Week) 2.5-hr. (124.64-km.) trip (including 2 stops) via the South Luzon Expressway (SLEX) up to its terminus (Calamba City), then passing by Mt. Makiling, Sto. Tomas and Tanauan City in Batangas, Alaminos and San Pablo City in Laguna and then Tiaong and Candelaria in Quezon. We arrived at the town by 4 AM.
Rodriguez Ancestral House |
Sariaya is located 1,200 ft. above sea level near the foothills of 2,177-m. high Mt. Banahaw, an active volcano shrouded in legend and mysticism. The town’s name was derived from Sadiaia, the former name of the Lagnas River.
The second floor sala (living room) |
The house that we stayed in was featured inside brochures concerning Quezon province and in pages 138-141 of the book “Philippine Ancestral Homes” by Fernando N. Zilacita and Martin I. Tinio, Jr.. Newly restored, it was built during the Spanish era by Jun’s maternal ancestors, the Rodriguez’s. The house was enlarged in the 1920s and was partially burned during the Japanese rampage. It had about 7 huge bedrooms, a huge second floor sala, an equally spacious dining room and kitchen and quarters for the caretakers. Like most houses made during that era, it has a grand stairway, tall doors, high ceilings (even inside the bathrooms), antique period furniture, huge stained glass and capiz windows, verandillas, narra plank flooring and wall paintings.
Upon our arrival, Jandy and I opted to sleep at the mansion’s ground floor bedroom (1 of 4). It had its own lavatory and a silohiya bed which didn’t actually fit my 5′-10″ frame. I found out later that it was for the children’s bedroom. For reasons I never bothered to ask, all the others slept together at the second floor sala. Fear of ghosts maybe?