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My 2025 Birthday Reflections


A Past Revisited, Connecting the Dots, part 2


The discrepancy between my two birth years—1955 as recorded in official documents and 1956 as ingrained in my personal recollections, self-awareness, collective memory, and culture—is not a significant concern or issue for me. Understanding the events that led to the delay in my entry into the public school system by one year involves connecting various pieces of information. The way I discovered these pieces is an intriguing narrative.

How I got my name Mamerto, and nickname MC, is another story.


Our parents had eight children: three daughters and five sons. I was the second youngest. There were three boys older than me, and it perplexed me as to why I was designated as the Junior of the Canlas family.


According to my elder siblings’ explanation, our parents assumed that I would be the last son, or "bunso," in the family. They did not foresee my youngest brother Joji being born three years after me. I was named after my father.


In 2018, my second eldest sister, Bella, believed she had discovered something significant during her visit to Vatican City. She sent me a message: "Saint Mamertus is here. Our father was named after his feast day on May 11. As you are his junior, it is possible that the Roman Catholic calendar of Saints also identifies him as your Patron Saint."


In our family, only my father has been named after a patron saint. According to the Catholic calendar, the feast day of Saint Rita of Cascia falls on May 22nd. If my name were aligned with this date, I would have been called Margarito or Rito.


I do not feel a connection to Saint Mamertus. However, the association with my own birthday's patron saint, Saint Rita, is noteworthy and warrants further reflection. This insight was particularly thought-provoking when I came across it on Wikipedia.


“Pope Leo XIII canonized Rita on 24 May 1900. Her feast day is celebrated on 22 May. At her canonization ceremony, she was bestowed the title of Patroness of Impossible Causes, while in many Catholic countries, Rita came to be known as the patroness of abused wives and heartbroken women."


In 1992, on the occasion of my parents' golden wedding anniversary, Aurea Calalang and Mamerto Canlas, I was invited to deliver a speech representing their eight children. My remarks centered on their love story and their enduring commitment to one another.


Why was I chosen? I respectfully inquired to my elder sisters, Ate Nats and Ate Belle, given that I am the second youngest of eight siblings, unmarried, and at that time neither had a girlfriend nor was actively seeking one. How can I effectively articulate and elaborate on the concept of love, especially in relation to the enduring love shared by our parents?


What I found particularly challenging was that I was only informed about my role in the renewal vows reception at St. Benedict’s Hall in Montebello on the day of the event itself. Considering the numerous relatives and friends who traveled from as far as Maryland and various cities in California, including some whom I had not seen in years, the excitement of reconnecting with them added to the complexity of preparing my speech.


When the emcee of the program announced my name to come forward to the reception table of my parents, I observed a devoted couple. My father, at 80 years old, still presented himself as a distinguished gentleman, with a smile on his face as he surveyed the cheerful guests. Meanwhile, my mother sat serenely, reminiscent of someone quietly engaged in prayer. They have been married for 50 years and have successfully raised eight children despite facing limited resources and various challenges.


I began my extemporaneous speech with the year my parents got married, 1942. In 1942, Manila, the capital of the Philippines, was under Japanese occupation during World War II. The Japanese forces entered Manila on January 2, 1942, and declared the end of American rule in the Philippines. Martial law was imposed, and all forms of opposition against the Japanese forces were subject to the death penalty. The situation in Manila during 1942 involved hardship, resistance, and significant change as the city and its people experienced the impacts of war and occupation.


On December 26, 1941, General Douglas MacArthur declared Manila an open city in order to prevent its destruction by the Japanese. This meant that the city was not to be defended, and all military installations were removed to avoid providing the Japanese a reason to attack it.


I have great respect for individuals who chose to marry during times of uncertainty and hardship; my parents are among those who made such a decision. Although I have never heard them recount their love story, nor have I obtained details from my siblings, I am aware that my mother was a vendor at the market, and my father was one of her regular customers. When the war began and news of the Japanese invasion reached our town, they were compelled to seek refuge in remote villages. My father joined my mother in hiding, and a few months later, amidst the atrocities, destruction, and despair brought by the war, they resolved to stay together and avoid separation, leading to their marriage.


Post-war, the challenge lay in establishing a family and raising children. How did our parents manage this challenge, which I later referred to as our “family line”? Furthermore, how does this challenge connect to my "two-birth-year" conundrum?


To be continued… Abangan ang susunod na kabanata…

May 18,2025 FB

 
  • Jul 19, 2025
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2025 Birthday Reflection Series (5/17/2025)


A Past Revisited, Connecting the Dots, part 1


Calendar dates, timelines, and contexts, so they say, are historian’s bread and butter.


Like journalists’ 5 Ws and 1 H, good journalism starts with strong, essential questions. Whether covering a breaking news story or an investigative piece, journalists rely on a set of fundamental questions to guide their reporting.


Historians do more. A revisiting of the past is not enough, it requires connecting the dots.

As Steve Jobs famously said: You can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So, you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future.


And may I also add to the quote: dots connect you to your present self, your social being.

As Thomas Moore reminds me that life’s unfolding is more about discovery than design, meaning that we don’t always plan our path, but instead, we trust and have faith in life itself as it reveals its meaning over time.


This is why for my seven decades of Living Life Open Sincere and True, which is I aptly named L O S T, I found it worthwhile to celebrate my birthday with a past revisited and connecting the dots.


According to the submitted birth certificate in our Form 130 for family-based immigration to the United States in 1984. I was born on May 22,1955. It means I am turning 70 on my birthday this Thursday (5/22/25).


However, in my transcript of records at the University of the Philippines, I graduated on April 16,1978, and I attended and graduated in high school on April 13,1973 from Jose Abad Santos High School. It means I entered grade one at San Fernando Elementary school in the school year 1963 and graduated grade six in 1969. From this timeline, I belong to the batch of students who were born in 1956.


In other word I am a Gemini born in the Year of the Monkey, which is a dynamic, witty, and highly adaptable individual. This combination blends the intellectual curiosity of Gemini with the clever, energetic nature of the Monkey, making for a person who is quick-thinking, charming, and always ready for adventure.


Although, there is no big difference if I am a Gemini born in 1955, for it carries the classic traits of Gemini—quick-witted, expressive, and sociable —but with the influence of the Wood Sheep in the Chinese zodiac, adding a layer of gentleness, creativity, and sensitivity to their personality, it has lingered in my mind the year I was born.


On the one hand, using 1955 in my date of birth is financially advantageous; I am getting my social security full retirement benefit one year earlier, which is good.

On the other hand, what I could not figure out since I found out of my DOB on official documents on why my father delayed my entry in grade one. In the Philippines the norm is school age children start their public schooling at age seven.


Delaying my entrance to the school system for a year to me did not make sense. I remember at an early age my family saw me as a smart kid. I was able to write and spell my name. Perhaps if there were kindergarten and pre-preschool programs in our area during those times they could have enrolled me.


This is my past revisited that I could not connect the dots until much later in my life. How did I connect the dots?


To be continued… Abangan ang susunod na kabanata.

May 17, 2025 FB

 

For the 40th anniversary of my migration to America, my way of expressing Thanksgiving is sharing the meaning and technology of Parol making.


Before I moved to America, I was a renowned pop-ed educator in the Philippines. I was connected to IBON Databank, Education Forum, and the Nationalist Alliance. After the 1986 People Power, I co-founded Institute for Popular Democracy (IPD) and Popular Education for People’s Empowerment (PEPE) and joined the faculty of Education for Life Foundation/ Paaralang Bayan.


When I moved to Los Angeles in 1984, I was involved with Solidarity with Nationalist Alliance, Alliance for Philippine Concerns, and created and produced a musical play “Ang Pag-Ibig sa Tinubuang Lupa at Ang Pakikipagsapalaran ni Juan sa America” by Salinglahi.


This is my longing (for the homeland) phase of my migration story.


In 1988, I moved to the Bay Area; first in Oakland and got connected with the Philippine Resource Center in Berkeley, and then moved to Daly City and led the Daly City Filipino Organizing Project and co-founded the Pilipino Bayanihan Resource Center.


It was in San Francisco, however, where I found my heart again. I was involved with the non-profit Filipino oriented community based agencies and programs, to name a few, Pilipino Early Intervention Program, West Bay, Galing Bata, Filipino American Development Foundation, and Bayanihan Community Center. I became a Wildflower Fellow, and received a fellowship which resulted in producing my book “SoMa Pilipinas in Two Languages” and the guide book “Ethnotour of SoMa Pilipinas.”


I contributed many columns and articles to the print media based in the Bay Area, among them were the Manila Bulletin USA, Philippine News, Manila Mail, Filipino Insider, and Pinoy Pa Rin Kami Entertainment Magazine.


I was in the San Francisco’s Citizen Planning Task Force that proposed SoMa Pilipinas as Social Heritage Special Use District. In 2016, the City and County adopted SoMa Pilipinas as the Filipino Cultural Heritage District in San Francisco. A year later, the California Arts Council selected SoMa Pilipinas as one of the 14 cultural districts in the State.


I founded and directed the Parol Lantern Festival in 2003. We are celebrating its 22nd annual edition on December 14 at Yerba Buena. The theme of this year is Passing the Torch, Forward in Light.


My migration story is about the continuing thread of longing and belonging. My pop-ed educator in me has transformed the art and craft of parol making activity into a community education and engagement in the discourse of longing and belonging.


For my 40th anniversary in America, I will share to you the deeper meaning and technology of Parol making in our lives.

 

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