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Growing Old

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My parents

When I was 5, I wanted to grow up. So many rides, too many height requirements. I  was impatient about growing old.

When I was 10, I wanted to be 15 because I had a crush who was 18.

When I turned 18, I felt like an adult, but  not yet capable of paying my bills.

When I turned 22, someone broke my heart and I wished I was 18 again.

When I turned 29, I fell in love again, only to have my heart broken again and again and again.

When I reached 35,  I worried about the additional pounds gained.

When I reached 40, worried some more about getting old or dying young.

Talked to my father who is 82 years old, who never thought he would reach 80.

He drank too many beers and smoked too much cigars, survived Vietnam war and crashed on a post when he was 53.

He said,”You see, too many familiar names in the obituary. I don’t think I would be happy to live a few more years until I reach a point that you have to wipe me with a tissue.”

“Life is short Anak, let go of the hurt and remember only the love and good times.”

He said his life is filled with regret that he did not meet up with his friends only to find out that they already died.

He always said that if only he could apologize for the wrong things said or wrong things done to his kids when they were young he would do so. He was also busy growing up during that time.

Nobody could have said it better than a man who drank a lot of beers, smoked a lot and crashed on a post.

So enjoy the little things with your kids, because when you grow up, the little things turn out to be the big things.

The Army Navy Club

ARMY NAVY CLUB
This is a picture of what the drop off at the Army Navy Club looks like in the 1990s. Photo courtesy of Daphne.ph

In 2011, three years after the typhoon Ondoy, I was determined to make my boys powerful swimmers like me. Considering that my first born Ruben Guinolbay II (RG), was already a good swimmer who could out swim any average 6 year old, I decided to go back to the place where I learned how to swim, for the benefit of my second son, Miguel Guinolbay (MM).

Long before the fast food chain, there was a historical place called the Army Navy Club. The Army Navy Club was built between 1900 and 1911 and was a glamorous place until around the 1930s.

In the 1980s, my siblings and I became members of the Army Navy Club swimming team under Coach Liwanag “Wawag” Gonzales. My dad was a member of the Club.  A lot of people visit the Manila Bay to view its famous sunset but my family and I always enjoyed an unobstructed view of Manila Bay daily.

My dad, Col. NItoy Aningat witha colleague.
My dad, Col. Nitoy Aningat (wearing dark blue) with a colleague.
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My mom. Atty. Julita  Aningat, (wearing pink), Uncle Benjie, Auntie Aurora , Mario and Lola Puring enjoying an afternoon merienda at ANC bayside.
aTE BUBOT
Siblings and fellow teamates Kuya Luis, Ate Bubot, with Uncle Benjie, Lola Puring , Auntie Aurora and my mom, enjoying a late afternoon merienda at the ANC bayside.

However, when I brought the boys (RG and MM Guinolbay)  to my old home-ANC, instead of an average public pool, I was saddened by the Club’s appearance which is in its highly dilapidated state. The lifeguard even prevented me and the boys from entering  the pool and to quote what he said: Ma’am di po pwede kutis ng mga anak niyo dito! 

I cannot help but wish that  had I been a lawyer already at the height of the Club’s controversy in 1997, I would have volunteered to defend its case pro bono.  It was practically my second home, the place where I first learned how to swim, played tennis, hunted my first Easter egg and belted Smokey Mountain songs in its piano bar.

After entrance
After the main entrance, one will be met by this nostalgic lobby. Photo courtesy of  Daphne.ph

It is noteworthy that this Club had a piano bar and a grand ballroom which looks like a smaller version of the  Manila Hotel’s ballroom. This is not a surprise considering  both are American colonial structures. My memories of the Club’s ballroom is incomplete without mentioning  the wooden signs which hung on the ballroom’s posts stating: To All Ye Ghosts of this Room…. Little did I know that my particular interest in this wooden sign addressed to the ghosts of dead soldiers would haunt me and inspire me to make Halloween a tradition in my workplace and in the street where I live.

In closing, its just welcoming that there are developments being undertaken in the area to restore the club to its old glory. I am so excited and could hardly wait for it to finish considering that Army Navy Club is a national treasure and definitely part of the Filipino Cultural Heritage.

Me and Atty. May Bella, likewise a member of the ANC swimming team. This picture was taken at the ANC piano bar, during my 18th birthday .
Me and Atty. May Bella, likewise a member of the ANC swimming team. This picture was taken at the ANC piano bar, during my 18th birthday .