It was a time of growing up, a time of pleasant discoveries. Of innocent mirth and unpremeditated folly, when the hours were magical and leisurely. A time when we did not have a care in the world. When all we wanted was to live with gentle joy and achieve our simple dreams and youthful desires. Those enchanting, easy, halcyon days of yore. Where have they all gone?
Now boxed in the hazy memory files of our youth, they resurface once in a while to paint a smile in our minds as we picture memories of years gone by. I remember when the hour seemed much, much longer than it is today. When sunrises were earlier and sunsets were brighter.
Back in the dark recesses of my mind, I still see patina-washed images of the Manila I used to know:
Shopping meant going to Berg’s and Botica Boie on fashionable Escolta or the sprawling Aguinaldo’s in Quezon City (their display windows were always spectacular!). Or spending a whole afternoon in the enchanting little shops in Sta. Mesa Market. There was a heavenly record shop there that had the latest foreign vinyl releases, Broadway musicales, and movie soundtracks. My monthly allowance always ended up there!
Eating out meant going to the Bulakeña Family Rendezvous, Selecta or the Aristocrat on Dewey Boulevard or the Sulo Restaurant in pre-boom Makati. In Quezon City, the top restaurants were D&E on Quezon Boulevard and La Pacita in Cubao which was famous for its flaming chicken. Savory and Max’s chicken were special meals then, but who could ever forget the mouthwatering aroma and taste of the barbecued honey-chicken of The Hill on the corner of Quezon Boulevard and Timog? How I wish someone with the original recipe would revive that sumptuous feast!
The yummiest treats on the University of the Philippines campus were Little Quiapo’s pancit palabok and its famed halo-halo. And the newest and freshest beverage then was the Butterfly iced tea which went perfectly well with the Peter, Paul & Mary folksongs.
The ultimate weekend meant a trip to Balara Filtration Plant in Diliman, an excursion to Los Baños, a stroll down Luneta or shopping at Maranaw Shopping Center in Makati. Christmas was always futuristic and marvelous at the space rocket rides on the grounds of Ysmael Steel. And everyone had to go and view the mechanized displays at C.O.D. in Cubao. Of course, there was the almost yearly "Holiday on Ice" at the Araneta Coliseum or if not, they always had foreign artists like Neil Sedaka or Patti Page performing live!
I remember my barber splashing Bay Rhum cologne on me after every haircut. Everyone’s father wore Old Spice cologne and after-shave which were later overshadowed (or should I say, "out-scented") when Brut conquered the market. I don’t quite remember what scents were popular with the women but my mom loved Joy by Jean Patou. To be in, you had to have a Banlon shirt if you were male (I remember its luxurious feel and wonderful colors!) or a Vonnel (Yeh-yeh! Remember that fun TV ad?) blouse if you were female.
On the city streets glided gleaming Impalas (with those Batman wings), Fairlanes, Corvairs, Corvettes, Mercedeses and Lincoln Continentals. My dream car then was a Chevelle but my folks got me a Volks (sigh!). Manila’s jeepneys still ruled the streets, of course, with the calesas not far behind.
New Europe on Isaac Peral Avenue with its ivy-covered walls and continental windows was one of the most exclusive restaurants. The hottest watering holes were Taboy’s and later, When It is a Grey November in Your Soul, Los Indios Bravos, and Black Angel on Shaw Boulevard near Kalentong in Mandaluyong. (Those were what I call the Ishmael Bernal, Virgie Moreno, Jim Turner and Lee Aguinaldo magical mystery days.)
Then came what I believe was the most colorful of all Manila eras – the reign of Ernest Santiago’s Coco Banana Disco in the late Seventies. I had just come back from New York and was still infested with the Studio 54 fever. I sported the first Ralph Lauren Clark Kent eyeglasses in these parts and sprayed Polo cologne (yes, the one with the red cubic bottle and gold cap, the first official unisex scent in New York!) on my friends who went wild over its invigorating, fresh, flowery scent. Marijuana smoking hit an all-time high and Manila was a big party every night! Everybody swung to the Bee Gees and things happened nightly (including the brawls) at the Velvet Slum, the Circuit, and Where Else.
All of the TV shows were shown in black and white. In fact, when Gloria Diaz won the Miss Universe Pageant in 1969, the contest was still telecast in black and white. The most popular shows were The Insiders, Nineteeners, Dance-O-Rama, An Evening with Pilita, Dancetime with Chito, Nelda at the Hilton, Elvira Manahan’s Two for the Road, and Ariel con Tina.
Well-known in the university scene were Maricris Tabora, the cast of Sta. Zita & Mary Rose, the Father Reuter Broadway adaptations shown at St. Paul College Manila, folk singer Alice Zerrudo, the Looney Larks, Joe Mari Chan, Becca Godinez, The U.P. CAFA Singers, the Lads and Lasses, and the Ambivalent Crowd. Most awaited events were U. P.’s annual Hayride and Lantern Parade. Hot tickets were to Conching Sunico’s Best of Broadway series, Alice Reyes’ fabulous ballet spectaculars at the Cultural Center of the Philippines, and the lunchtime fashion shows at the Hyatt and the Hilton (not to mention those risqué Girard-Peter executive shows).
Nowadays, there is not much you can do in 24 hours. Between sending texts and reading your e-mail, there is hardly any space to catch your breath. The days are always short and life can get frustrating. Time seems to be in a hurry and there is still so much to be done.
I remember when Christmas was a long way from New Year’s Eve. Do you? Congratulations! You are golden!
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