Eulogies of Jose Mari and Jennifer Agnes
Hello
everyone. My name is Jose Mari, they
call me Jiji for short. I am the second
child of seven siblings. I would like to
thank you for coming over to symphatize with us at this time of grief during
the loss of our matriarch.
I am not very
good at this. I am a doctor but I am not
a good public speaker. I was tasked to share with you the life of our mother.
Severita. Why the name Severita? I don’t know if anyone of you has met or
heard any other name by the name of Severita.
(taken inside Lolo Inggo's mansion with Lola Ising and Mama)
Domingo Medina,
Our Lolo Inggo, hailed from Taal Batangas.
He migrated and acquired properties here in San Carlos. He became the 2nd mayor of
Nabingkalan, later known as San Carlos
City just before the outbreak of the 2nd world war. My grandfather built a mansion at Hacienda
Medina along the Ando-on river.
According to the tumandoks here, parties were held here every
weekend. Friends and other hacienderos
during their time came to their lavish gatherings to see for themselves our
Lolo’s collection of singing birds, exotic preserved animals, sculptured busts
and other unique and unusual effects.
Lolo’s first wife was Severa Atienza.
They bore one son, Antonio, who studied law at the Silliman
University. He was known to be a
walking dictionary who, unfortunately died young. Severa also passed away. Lolo was lonely. He eventually married, Anecita, or Lola Ising. Lola
Ising bore him two daughters, Inday Daku and Inday Gamay. Inday Daku was named after Lolo Inggo’s first
wife, Severa, thus, the name Severita, meaning small Severa. Tita Gamay, Mama’s
only sister was born blind.
Mama was fondly
known as Inday Severita, or Inday Daku, or Manang Inday. She is lovingly called Lola Rita to her
grandchildren.
Mama and Tita Gamay
were raised in an affluent environment.
Then when the war broke, the
Japanese soldiers destroyed the mansion because it was known that Lolo was
hiding guerillas. Lolo was devastated
that he died of consumption.
Mama grew up
without a father and an absentee mother. She was sent to live with the sisters
in the Colegio de Immaculada Conception along Gorordo and Mango Streets in Cebu
City. She then proceeded to study
college at the University of San Carlos with a degree in Commerce, majoring in
Accounting.
(Mama's graduation at University of San Carlos, Cebu, with a
degree in Commerce, Accounting major)
During her
college days, she had many suitors as she was not only beautiful at the
outside, my mother was demure, graceful, soft spoken, well groomed which made
her very attractive. But she fell in
love with her prince charming, my father, who was not only persuasive, but Papa
was excellent in academics and was top of his class. Not only that, my father also topped the board
exams. But more than this, Papa had
three degrees, Professional Mechanical Engineer, Professional Electrical
Engineer and a licensed Sugar Technologist.
Mama thought, he was the man of her dreams.
So they got
married in August 1, 1959 in this church where I am standing. Mama bore him 7 children.
Papa was then a
brilliant junior engineer in San Carlos Milling Company that he rose very fast
in ranks. Mama had always been behind
every successes of my father. Papa was
very proud of Mama, his crowning glory. Papa having a high rank at the central and Mama
having owned properties, the family
belonged to the circle of the affluent. Both of them were very active in church
and social gatherings. They were very
well known to the city of San Carlos.
Mama lived the
good life. She had no pretentions, she
was a true, genuine person. She had
everything: She was a collector of
expensive perfumes encased in a glass cabinet. She was a fashionista, always updated
with the latest trend. She was looked up
to by her peers and contemporaries. I remember she had this wardrobe full of
signature apparel like Louis Vuitton, Channel bags, Salvatore Ferragamo, Bally
shoes . She had all these but she remained
humble. Even if she rubbed elbows with
the elite, she never looked down on the lowly.
She was never “mata-pobre”. She
had a soft spot for the less privileged.
I remember when she would buy groceries and clothes for the “obreros”.
Each one had a loot to bring home during Christmas. She was very generous without expecting anything in return. She was loved by her own peers because she
was a true friend and she was likewise loved by the people of Hacienda Medina
because she looked after their needs as well.
I remember Mama
was very vain. Every Sunday, the whole
family would go to church to hear mass in the morning. It took her too much time to get ready. I remember vividly as she was sitting in
front of her dresser, she had this large jar of Ponds cleansing cream and a
roll of tissue paper. She applied this cream on her face generously and wiped
it off with the tissue. This would take
several repeatitions. When we finally
get to board the car, she would always be ready with 7 pieces of 25- centavo
coins to give to each one of her children for the offering, then we would occupy one whole pew
in the front. Papa was seated on the
left side of the pew and our youngest, Janice on the farthest right of the
pew. There was no other arrangement.
Mama had this “manto” or veil over her head and this cord on her waist being an active CWL or Catholic Women’s Leaguer. Her trademark was a clutch bag and a white hankerchief in her hand. After the mass, we board the vehicle. Papa would get into the driver seat, all of us siblings settled in the car, Mama being the last to board but would not be able to get in right away because she would find her friends and start a long conversation. After 30 minutes of “chika”, we siblings would have a slight relief because side B of the long playing album is about to commence. This will take at least an hour. She loved to talk. And thats what makes her so lovable!
Mama had this “manto” or veil over her head and this cord on her waist being an active CWL or Catholic Women’s Leaguer. Her trademark was a clutch bag and a white hankerchief in her hand. After the mass, we board the vehicle. Papa would get into the driver seat, all of us siblings settled in the car, Mama being the last to board but would not be able to get in right away because she would find her friends and start a long conversation. After 30 minutes of “chika”, we siblings would have a slight relief because side B of the long playing album is about to commence. This will take at least an hour. She loved to talk. And thats what makes her so lovable!
She was a stage
mother to all her children. She only
wants the best for all of us. She made
sure we finished and completed our degrees.
Papa wanted all of us to become doctors, each having a specialized field
and he would build us a hospital. That
was our father’s dream for us all. But
as fate would have it, I was the only
one among my siblings that became a doctor because as my mother would put it, I
was the most obedient. My dream was to
become a physicist as I was excelling in the field of Mathematics. But then, I had to be a doctor. Because of my achievements, I was rewarded a
gold Rado Diastar wrist watch. I also
remember that we had to take Inday Jenny to dance the hula live in the studios
of RPN 8 in Sum-ag. She would move
heaven and earth do anything for her children.
She was that determined.
Before I end this,
I would like to say that Mama lived a full and contented life. Though Mama had her share of failures, grief
and misfortunes, she remained strong to the end.
We love you
Ma. You will always be in our hearts.
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My name is Jenny, I am known as
Princess Jennifer by the old folks and
friends of our family here in San Carlos.
I am the fifth child amongst the
7 siblings of Federico and Severita Salvador.
First of all, I thank everyone, our
relatives and friends for your presence during this difficult time. Your condolences meant so much to us.
Second of all, we siblings, from our
eldest: Manong Jojo, Manong Jiji, Manong Jules, Manong John, Jeffrey and
Janice, should all take a bow for the loving care we gave Mama. We all went beyond the call of duty. Even those of us who are living abroad, we
are all very involved in Mama’s well-being.
My Mama, known as Inday Daku or Inday
Severita or Manang Inday to many of you, lived a full life. My most persistent memory of Mama was one
with so many friends and so well loved.
If I go around this city of San Carlos and saw the old folks, I’d
introduce myself as the daughter of Inday Severita and immediately, I am
recognized.
(Mama, me and my sister Janice)
When I was young, she was my stage
mother. She took me to learn singing
lesson, ballet dancing, piano and guitar lessons, voice lessons, speech
classes, jazz dancing, ballroom dancing, cooking, sewing, everything and anything she could offer to
enhance my skills and talents, she did it as she was a well-rounded woman herself.
I wish I had half of her energy.
She was all over the place to make sure my every performance was enjoyable to the people. She loved showing me off do the hula dance or
sing a beautiful ballad in a party or fiesta.
I was always on the limelight.
And there from a distance as I perform. with eyes so bright and proud, my
Mama was clapping and cheering for me.
(Mama putting on a medal of honors, Grade 6,
at the Colegio de Sta. Rita, San Carlos City)
A few things about Mama amazes me.
There’s seven of us siblings that she had to look after and had managed to ran a house, a busy household, and
operated the hacienda by herself and still kept her composure. I have not seen her stressed although she was
a big shopper and spender, I presume that was
how she was able to cope with the many demands surrounding her. Inspite of her busyness, she was an active
participant in religious events, social
clubs, and parties here in San
Carlos. I remember watching her in awe for
hours, my eyes never left her as she was
getting herself ready for an occasion.
She always looked magnificent in her gown or dress. Her shoes were always matched with her bag. And I always wished that I had Mama’s beautiful face. She had lovely eyes, shiny beautiful, wavy
hair, elegantly chiseled nose. In a
crowd, I honestly say her beauty always
stood out from the rest.
Mama’s very essence was that she had
an emotional heart. She was a woman very much in touch with her
feelings. She never pretended, she was
always true and not afraid to speak out her mind. I knew how she felt about things because she
tells me anything and everything. I was her confidant, and she was mine too.
I learned so many things from Mama, I
learned that marriage was for life, and for better or for worse. I think that
perspective is something many of my siblings share. She was a perfect example
of a loyal and faithful wife and helpmate of Papa. Papa was very successful in his career
because Mama was behind in all my father’s endeavors. She was very prayerful. She couldn’t begin her day without having to read her novena and prayer
book. She was a giver. When she had money to spare, she would give
it fully and freely to us and to those that needed her help. She had helped so many people earn a degree
by sending them from high school to college. Now they are professionals in
their field. She also sent some of our house
helpers to sewing and cooking schools. During
the wake, they come to me and were very grateful to Mama for giving them education and hope. When she visits a friend, a comare or compare,
she’d always have a cake or gift in her hand to give. She
loves making other people happy.
When I was married to Bim in 1991, Papa and
Mama migrated to the USA and I always receive gifts, cards and love letters
from her. When Papa passed away in 1997,
she came to the Philippines for good and lived both in Bacolod and San Carlos. She continued to write to me love letters and
sent me beautiful cards.
(Papa and Mama in California, USA)
Whilst in Bacolod, I had very pleasant and
intimate memories with Mama. We read a pile of old
letters and greeting cards together she kept for years!
She loves to keep a heap of memorabilias including newspaper cuttings and the like. We browse
old pictures which she kept in an old biscuit tin. She points to faces of people, most of them I
hardly knew but acquainted enough as she reiterated life stories vividly. I remember how her eyes lit up when she foretold
me about the festive parties she attended to with Papa and the numerous fiestas she was invited to crown a queen or
host a party. We get lost in our conversation that we forget about lunch. We shared the same size shoes. We shared the same size dress! I love her expensive make-up then she gives me some too! We loved the same designer bags and most of
the time, I borrow hers and not returning it but that never bothered Mama. She was generous with her things. We shared secrets together and we vowed to
keep them. There were also times when she
just talked out her regrets and frustrations and gave up living. She eventually suffered depression towards
her last years. But I know in my heart,
she loved Jesus above all else as she shared her devotion with her Redeemer, Lord and Savior.
While Mama may not be here in the
flesh and the certainty that she is now with the Father in heaven, gives me
peace. Mama loved her children too much
to a fault. She will always be in each
of our hearts. So much of the person I became can be traced directly to Mama. In
a way, I am the walking embodiment of Mama. I am beginning to realize that I am
becoming so much like her, as we all
are, my siblings. Because while we live,
she still lives on as she is not just all around us, her children, she is a part of each one.
For me, she is not gone. She is in each breath I take. She is in every step I take. She is in my failures and successes. She is integrated inside me. Knowing this I can accept her passing. I am relieved that her suffering is at an end and enjoying her sweet fellowship with our Creator.
For me, she is not gone. She is in each breath I take. She is in every step I take. She is in my failures and successes. She is integrated inside me. Knowing this I can accept her passing. I am relieved that her suffering is at an end and enjoying her sweet fellowship with our Creator.
I would like to share my brother
Jules’ message: “Seeing the multitude coming to Mama’s wake and funeral, I
realized that so many loved her. With
this impression, even in death, Mama made herself bigger than life.”
In closing, I would like to share
with you a poem I have written in dedication for my beloved Mama.
Your
face has been on my mind,
A
smile I have seen a million times,
The
day was long, then night then morn.
I
knew that soon you will be gone,
I
closed my eyes and imagined
Clasping
your hand so warm in mine.
Oh
how I wish I’ve stayed with you
One
last battle you could not fight,
Now
a photo I look at to see your smile,
Hoping
that you could stay for a while.
Wished
I heard your lovely voice
But
even this too, I had no choice.
But
loving memories I'll always keep with me,
Your
love in my heart for eternity,
My
heart breaks that I never said goodbye,
To
understand why, I can but try.
By
His grace in heaven you'll wait this moment on,
Til
God, our Creator, too, brings me HOME.
Goodbye,
Mama. Until we meet again.
My
love with you always.
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SEVERITA
MEDINA SALVADOR
May
10, 1933-Nov 4, 2012
The Magnificent 7
Salvador- Medina Siblings
borne to
Federico and Severita Salvador