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ROSES & THORNS By Alejandro R. Roces Philstar, July 3, 2008(Second of two parts)
Last Tuesday, my columntalked about the Basques and
the signicant contributionsthey have made to the world ingeneral, and to the Philippines in particular. The Basques were re
sponsible for discovering one of the most important trade routesin the world. They were also
the ones who set into motion
the evangelization and develop
ment of our country. Today, I’ll be discussing about the role oneBasque family from the Philip
pines has played in establishingthe Basque state that the worldknows today.
The Ynchausti name is an old
one in the Philippines; they wereone of the rst major manufac
turers and businessmen whoseactivities laid the foundation for a budding Philippine economy.Many of us remember YCO(Ynchausti and Company) Paintsand Floorwax. In one of thoseinteresting tidbits, the seal onTanduay rum is actually the coatof arms of the Ynchausti family;as this was one of the companiesthey founded in the 19th century.
The Basques’contribution tothe Philippines
Some of the other companiesthat they owned or foundedwere: Bank of the Philippine Is
lands, La Carlota Sugar Central,Pilar Sugar Central, YnchaustiSteamship Co., Ynchausti PaintFactory, Ynchausti Rope Factory,Rizal Cement and a ship chan
dlery. At the turn of the 19th cen
tury, they were thelargest Philippineconglomerate andshipping rm andvery likely the rstPhilippine multina
tional; with ofcesin San Francisco,
Kong and Manila.In 1933 theydivested some of their holdings,including vast sugar
and abaca estateswhich they gave to
the farmers and the church. Thisact of generosity earned ManuelM. de Ynchausti the knight
hood of St. Gregory in a privateaudience with Pope Pius XI. In1936, while visiting the BasqueCountry, the Spanish Civil War broke out and one of the targetsof General Franco in the BasqueCountry was the Ynchausti fam
ily. The only thing that savedthe family was the interventionof the American government inthe form of a warship that sailedto the port of San Sebastian andwhisked them to safety. Fromthat moment on, Manuel M. deYnchausti (the patriarch of thefamily and father of Antonio M.de Ynchausti) began to use hisvast personal connections to aidthe Basque refugees and govern
ment in exile. At various pointsthroughout the late 1930s, 1940sand 1950s, the Ynchausti familywas personally funding relief anddiplomatic projects in France,Latin America, and later in NewYork, pulling together organiza
tions around the world to supportthe Basques. In the 1940s, theydonated a pro
fessorial chair to ColumbiaUniversity for Basque Pres
ident-in-exileJose Antonio deAguirre. Evenafter the pass
ing of Manuel
in 1961, thefamily remainedinvolved. After Franco died, the Basque Countrywas able to organize a govern
ment, Jokin de Ynchausti (son of Manuel de Ynchausti and brother of Antonio M. de Ynchausti) became the rst Filipino to holda foreign government post whenhe was named Secretary of For
eign Affairs.It cannot be denied that thisone family contributed to the preservation of the BasqueCountry. We hope that theBasque government recognizesthe positive impact a Philippinefamily had on them. Even today,the Ynchausti family remainsdedicated to the Basque Coun
try and the Philippines helpingto forge academic cooperativeagreements between Philippineand Basque universities, promot
ing research into Basque historyin the Philippines (including the publication of the book Basquesin the Philippines), and promot
ing cultural ties through ac
tivities such as the Urdaneta 500celebrations.An undeniable truth is theimpact the Basques from theBasque Country have had on thePhilippines and that Filipino-
Basques have had on the Basque
Country. The Basques and theFilipinos have a shared history, ashared heritage; we believe it isimperative that there must be acommon future.
AT 3 A.M. By James B. Reuter Philstar, July 5, 2008
Part of the great charm of
a woman is the amazing way
in which her mind runs. Thisis portrayed beautifully in theBroadway play: “My Fair Lady”.Professor Higgins sings:“Never let a woman in your life. . .She will ask you for advice.. . .Your reply will be concise.. . .She will listen very nicelyThen go out and do preciselyWhat she wants!’He says this of the poor ower girl that he has takeninto his house. But later hesings: “I’ve grown accustomedto her face!” He discovers thenthat he has not only taken her
into his home, but also into his
My mother was driving aguest around, showing her thetown. Her guest was sitting inthe back seat of the car. Whenthey came to a crossroad, shewas talking to the guest, over her shoulder. She did not see thatcars were speeding toward her,from both sides.By the grace of God, no onewas killed, but she wound up ina eld, with the nose of the fam
ily car pressed against a fence.She said: “I can’t understandthis! Yesterday, at this very time,I came through this intersectionand there wasn’t a single car!”My Dad, who had been a truck driver and then a cop, could notget over this. He said: “My God!She came through this intersec
tion yesterday, at this time, andthere wasn’t a car! So today sheshot through it, without lookingeither way!”I guess that is one of the thingsthat make marriage interesting. No man can really understanda woman. Living with her is an
My Fair Lady and theLabyrinthine ways
One day my mother was usingkerosene to clean something. Shehad some left over, and wantedto save it. So she put the kero
sene in an empty vanilla bottle,
without changing the label on the
bottle!When my sister Dorothy was
baking a cake, she went into the
pantry, found the vanilla, and poured it generously into her cake batter. . . . The cake, whenit was baked, looked beautiful.But it tasted like kerosene. All of us in the family shuddered whenwe tasted it.But Dot had a boyfriend, whowas head over heels in love withher. To the horror of our family,Dot served him her kerosenecake. We watched, fascinated,while he ate it, saying: “Mmm!Good”. Then Dot offered him asecond piece. I couldn’t stand it.I said, “Dot! Don’t! You’ll killhim!”But Dot did not even feel bad!For her, it was a test of his love.
My sister Rita, for a long time,was thinking of entering the con
vent. But there was a boy, callingon her, who was devoted to her.Once, when I was home on a
visit, we went to talk to a nun
who had taught both of us ingrade school. At the door of theSisters’ Convent, we asked for her. The nun, who answered thedoor, tinkled a little bell â€‘ Iguess each nun had a specialnumber of tinkles, because our old teacher came down the stairs,smiling, and hugged Rita, verywarmly.The visit was so friendly, so joyful, that I was thinking: “Thisis it! Now Rita will enter theconvent!” But when we were onour way home, Rita said: “Thatdoes it! I’m never going to be anun!. . . . No one is ever going totinkle a little bell for me!”But that evening her special boy drove up in front of our house and honked his horn.Rita ran right down the stairs,and climbed into his car!. . .The labyrinthine ways of awoman’s mind!
“My Fair Lady” has Profes
sor Higgins singing another song: “Why Can’t a Woman be More Like a Man?”. . . .
Men come to a decision labo-
riously, wading through all thereasons and arguments. For a
man to be convinced, the case
must be idiot proof.
But women come to a deci-
sion in a single leap, hurdling allthe reasons and arguments. For instance, if a man is unfaithful,his wife knows it. All women are psychic. She might have no evi
dence. Not a shred. If she were put on the witness stand, shewould have absolutely no proof.
But — amazingly — she comes
to the right conclusion! One wifesaid to me: “I can tell by the wayhe kisses me.”If a man with a mistress pre
-tends to be a loyal husband, he
is not fooling his wife. The onlyone he is fooling is himself.
Women are closer to Godthan most men. They pray moreintensely; they feel things moredeeply, and they see the truthmuch more swiftly than men.It is not instinct. It is the gift of God to women.