Undas 2007

November 1, 2007. This year, we spent our annual pilgrimage to the cemetery in Sta. Maria in Bulacan where my maternal grandparents and great grandparents are buried. On the other hand, we went to my paternal relatives’ graves in Cavite the day after. Since the annual pilgrimage was set together with a weekend and a government-declared holiday, it would seem that people took advantage of the long vacation and avoided crowds by visiting the cemeteries before and after November 1. I do not know if many people share my small observation that the cemeteries were less crowded this year.

Or perhaps it comes with age. There used to be a time, when I was a much younger kid, that our extended family’s mausoleums were full of relatives, and the entire cemetery was brimming with people and it was like a fiesta. The childish amusement and fascination with spirits and all that is gone. It’s probably a good thing though, because it has made me feel more solemn about the memorial occasion.

Undas 2006

We spent Undas in Sta. Maria in Bulacan yesterday. We also had a trial opening of the restaurant.

Araw ng mga patay

As it has always been, it was like a fiesta at the cemetery. Thousands of people walking around, food stalls everywhere, brass bands doing their rounds in the cemetery. It is festive as it is supposed to be solemn.

We brought Tisay along to Sta. Maria. She has gotten more annoying, whinier as she is now cuter.

Araw ng mga patay

Mga anak ng kape

November 1, 2006. We went to visit the graves of my paternal relatives yesterday in Amadeo. Today, November 1, traditionally the day Filipinos flock to cemeteries, we will be in Sta. Maria in Bulacan to visit my maternal relatives. Our restaurant will also have its soft-opening today. I wish it does well. Our place is just a few blocks from the town church and the town cemetery–I hope traffic will spill-over to our street.

Of course, before leaving Amadeo yesterday, we stocked up on Amadeo coffee and fruits for the restaurant.

Undas 2003

Like any other All Saints Day celebrations, we went to my mom and my dad’s hometowns in Bulacan and Cavite respectively. Unlike last year though, Mama was with us. And unlike the previous years (sorry, I haven’t finished transferring my entries from 2000 and 2001), I won’t be narrating the whole day in one entry. Instead, a photo chronicle…

Gino walking in the town cemetery at Sta. Maria, Bulacan Papa walking in the town cemetery at Sta. Maria, Bulacan puntod of Lola Naty, Lolo Pete, and Great Lola Puti flowers for the departed Mama and Papa ordering at Max's along the highway in Dasmarinas, Cavite the town cemetery in Amadeo, Cavite
an old man lights a candle for his departed beloved the town cemetery in Amadeo, Cavite Lolo Roming always cries when he sees his family together in reunions like this Lolo Roming, still crying colorful candles the vibrant colors of the flowers my cousin Raphael, and my niece, Aimee Raphael playing with candle wax and fire