A story of success in the Philippines, the Sanguyo family started in Bulacan growing vegetables and selling them at the local market. Later as their lives improved my Balae (The father of my son-in-law Chrisanto or Chris for short) branched off and started supplying the markets of Olongapo and Bulacan with fresh fruits and vegetables then Spreading into Baguio to bring other types of fruits and vegetables to both the Bulakan and Olongapo markets and the fleet of trucks growing every year.
With the passing of years the family grew as did the family business. Later building an apartment building and warehouse space plus stores and stalls in both markets it was decided to buy land in Subic Valley for the family home and rice farm. Ten hectors plus a one hector fish farm to grow tilapia, pigs, cows and goats. (Chickens for family use only)
All this can be attributed to hard work and good planning. All of the Sanguyo offspring’s went to college, with one Doctor and Registered Nurse now outside of the family business. With the passing of the father a few years ago Chris (Chrisanto married to our daughter) has taken over the running of the farm and the wholesale vegetable business
Now for the wedding, Christopher (Chrisanto’s youngest brother) who works at Harbor Point Hospital is marring a young lady he works with and she is also another registered nurse. By the way I also thought the naming of two sons Chrisanto and Christopher was different. But since both of them have a Philippine nickname there is no confusion between Pendo and Tupie. But if I’m around I like to shout: Hey Chris!”
The wedding is at the San Roque Chapel on Subic Free Port:
Of course my granddaughter Heather Colleen is in the wedding party as a bride’s maid, and my grandson Jaden Logan is an escort I know that will workout well as he just turned two. The wedding will start at 09:30 in the morning so I’ll show up at 10:00 just to be a bit early.
What I used to most love about a wedding in the Philippines is the Photog scam. Whereas as you enter the service there will be a group of photographers snapping pictures of everyone, to sell as you exit the service. Years ago they would stall everyone into waiting by staging and taking pictures in every conceivable location in the church and again outside the church, until the guy developed and returned to sell those candid shots to each and every person in the wedding party at P250.00 each. But with the advent of digital photo’s it’s no big logistical deal now, and not at all as impressive as it used to be in the days of film.
It will of course be a Catholic ceremony, so my legs will stay active hopping up and down during the wedding. As I former Altar boy, I miss the Latin, where the priest turns to the worshipers and says: “I play Domino’s better than you do.” Or something, approximating that, there I was sitting in the church (Since the Navy built it there was central Air.) but the priest kept droning on and on, I looked around after the first hour and saw people sliding towards the doors. I thought it was the groom but only one of his brothers.
I faked a cough and brought my handkerchief to my nose and hauled butt for the door, into the rain. But believe me wet was a better choice than being stuck inside listening to the speech through 30 year old Bose 501 speakers. I made my way through the rain drops to the trunk of the car (Boot for our British friends) and snatched an umbrella. I stood outside for 45 minutes more watching the photog guys setting up their display in the rain.
The doors swung open and the humanity raced out to be in the rain. The service was over. Praise, be to the Lord.
The reception will follow at the Golden Dragon Restaurant again up the road from the chapel on the Subic Free port. (Texas Joe’s is much closer) We entered and were escorted to our table. Then held a meet and greet with people we’ve not seen since the last wedding or funeral. Then the talking guy got up and started a long rant about the bride and groom and all with accompanying pictures flashed on the screen behind him. The food was brought to our table the first thing was pancit of course, which was more than likely warm at one time but since the wedding started an hour and a half late the food was now cold. Lechon which I thought you could never go wrong with, but I was wrong, and take pity on the hog that gave up its life to be as poorly cooked as it was.
My son-in-law Chris looked at me and asked if I wanted to go to Texas Joe’s and eat? We left by the kitchen door so no one would see us. He went back and I stayed for a few hours until Mayang and the family came to pick me up. Let me clarify I eat Philippine food, and find a lot of it to be good. But I refuse to eat poorly prepared food no matter what type. But at Texas Joe’s the day was complete.
I remember in the mid 1960’s when I married my bride, in North Carolina, and how wonderful it felt when I became single again. But to this young couple Christopher and Alianne I do wish them all the happiness and joy as they start their life together. And that they find what I found when I was in my late forties when I met Mayang.
Do you remember that tingling sensation you feel when you fall in love? That is common sense leaving your body.